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The Abandoned Boy
Chapter 10
Simon sat silently looking out the car window, while I waited for a response from him. Finally, after a minute, he began telling me about how he met the waiter at the pizzeria.
He said, "When I was living at the ball field, I had to take a shit one Saturday. Peeing against the back wall of the dugout was OK, but I wanted to use a real toilet whenever I had to take a dump. So that day, I came here and slipped into the men's room when no one was looking. I crapped. Then, as I was washing my hands, this guy with an apron on came in. He took off his apron and then walked over to the urinal, and opened his pants up, pulled out his dick and peed. I noticed he was kind of cute. He kept looking at me. I think he noticed I was looking at him. He seemed to be peeing for quite a while. Then, I noticed that he'd backed up a little from the urinal and he had a hardon, and he was stroking it. He was looking at me to see if I noticed."
Simon fidgeted in his seat a little, then continued, "obviously I had, and I couldn't take my eyes off his crotch. Out of my peripheral vision, I noticed he was smiling. 'Come check it out if you want to,' he said. I walked over to him and he turned to me, and let go of his dick. He had a nice one. I reached out and took it in my hand and gave it a couple tugs. 'That feels great! Don't suppose you'd suck on it?' he said. I thought a moment and then looked at him and told him I'd suck him off for $5.00"
Simon turned away from me and looked out the window again. He didn't turn back to face me, but after a few seconds, he started talking again. "He told me he didn't have to pay for sex. I apologized and told him I wouldn't have asked for the money but I really needed it. He looked at me for a minute. Then he reached into his pocket and pulled out some money and gave me a $5.00 bill. I took it, and squatted down in front of him. He didn't force me or anything. He just stood there, and waited. So I sucked him off. It didn't take long. He seemed to really enjoy it though, and told me afterward that I was great. He offered to pay me whenever I wanted to 'help him out that way'. So I asked him when he was working again. He told me his schedule, and after that I usually stopped by a few times a week."
Simon looked back at me then and said, "He's a nice guy Greg. After a while, he seemed to realize I was hungry, and he brought me a piece of pizza or a dessert or something to eat, whenever he followed me into the bathroom. And he never forced me to do anything. So, please don't hurt him!"
Simon turned to me then, and looked at me. I saw that his eyes were watery.
"Do you think he's here tonight?" I asked.
"He is. That's his car," Simon said, pointing to an old VW Jetta that was sitting in the back corner of the parking lot.
"You know his car?" I asked.
"A couple times we used his car when I got here too close to closing time," Simon said.
"Simon, did he ever ask you to do anything else?" I asked.
Simon hesitated, then he said, "one of the last times, he offered me an extra $5.00 if I'd lick his asshole."
"Did you?" I asked.
Simon looked really embarrassed, nodded and turned away from me and looked out the window again.
"It's alright Simon. Look, I don't want to belabor this anymore than I have to, but I need to know everything. Did you do anything else with him?" I asked.
"He didn't fuck me if that's what you're asking," Simon said, "but I expect he was getting ready to ask me if he could."
"OK. Why don't we go in. You go in first, catch his eye, and go to the men's room. I'll watch. When he follows you, I'll come in after him. We'll talk then." I said.
"What are you going to do to him?" Simon asked.
"Considering what you've told me, I think just talking to him will suffice," I said.
I got out of the car. Simon slowly got out too, and followed me to the door. I let him go into the restaurant first. He looked around, until a skinny young waiter with bleachy blond hair noticed him. The waiter grinned at Simon. Simon headed down the hallway toward the men's room then. I watched as the waiter went directly to the dessert cooler and took a slice of some kind of fancy chocolate cake out. He glanced around, and when nobody was looking, he scooted down the hallway to the bathroom. I entered the restaurant then and followed him down the hallway. I waited a couple seconds, then opened the door a crack. I heard Simon talking.
"...so I'm living with this really nice guy now, and I'm not doing that anymore," he said.
"Well, that's OK. I'm gonna miss you. I like you Simon! I'm glad you're OK now though. I was getting worried about you. You hadn't been here in a while," a male voice, presumably the waiter, said.
"Thanks. I like you too Jerry, and wouldn't mind still seeing you, for free of course, but, I got a boyfriend now too, and he's great!" Simon said.
"I understand. That's great Simon!" Jerry said.
"Listen, I gotta tell you something. And I'm so sorry about this. It'll be OK though. I swear," Simon said.
"What?" Jerry asked.
"This is kind of a set-up. Greg, the guy I'm living with now, is gonna come in here in a minute to talk to you. I'm sorry Jerry. I didn't mean to tell anyone about you. He kind of caught me off-guard, when he turned into the parking lot. He knew about how I was selling blow jobs, and when I was upset because he wanted to eat here, he put 2 and 2 together." Simon said.
"Wh-what's he gonna do?" Jerry asked, suddenly sounding terrified.
"Just talk. He promised. He just wants to make sure you leave me alone." Simon said.
"Simon! He could have me arrested! You're underage!" Jerry said, sounding frantic now.
"I won't do that," I said, pushing the door open, and walking into the men's room. "Provided you agree to stay away from my foster-son in the future."
Simon and the blond-haired waiter both turned and looked at me. The waiter, looked petrified.
"I-I'm s-sorry!" he said, finally, "I swear, I never hurt him, or made him do anything. I promise I won't go near him again."
Jerry wasn't much more than a boy himself, and from the tears that were forming in his eyes, it was clear he was sincerely scared to death of what I might do.
"I know you didn't hurt him or force him into anything, and as long as you keep your promise to stay away from him, I won't tell anyone about this!" I said.
"I Promise," Jerry said, looking a little relieved.
"Good. Why don't you get back to work then. We're going to have a pizza," I said.
"Thank you," Jerry said, as he side-stepped around me and beat feet out the door.
I smiled at Simon and said, "You were right, he seems nice enough. So, do you want to eat here or someplace else now?"
"Here's OK," Simon said.
Simon and I went out into the restaurant then. I selected a table on the opposite side of the room from where Jerry was working.
We ordered a 12-cut pizza with the works, minus any anchovies, which we both dislike. While we waited for it, we made a couple trips to the salad bar.
As we ate our salads, I remembered I'd forgotten to tell Simon something I'd heard at the store the night before.
"Hey, I have a piece of good news for you." I said.
"What?" Simon asked.
"I've stopped by the grocery store a couple times since you and I were there together, and I hadn't seen the asshole around, so last night I asked one of the cashiers where he was. She said he'd quit and moved out of state!" I said.
Simon looked around, then leaned across the table and whispered, "Christ! What the hell did you do to him?"
I smile and said, "I made sure he'd never do what he did to you, to anyone else ever again!"
Simon just looked at me and blinked.
"What'd you do? Bobbitize him?" Simon asked.
"NO! But that would've been an appropriate way to handle him!" I said, smiling.
"Seriously Greg. What did you do to him?" Simon asked.
"How I handled him is my business," I said. "I just wanted you to know he's gone, and it's safe for you to go into that store again if you want to. End of discussion."
Simon looked at me a minute, then said "OK, thanks." He returned to eating his salad then.
"So the only one we haven't talked about now, is the pharmacy clerk," I said. "No time like the present."
"There isn't much to tell," Simon said. "You don't have to talk to him. He's just a high school senior. Not from our school though. Similar story to Jerry. I met him in the men's room at the mall. Can you just forget about him. He's not important. Besides, the last time I went in and asked for him, they said he didn't work there anymore."
Our pizza came then, and Simon changed the subject.
Between the two of us, we managed to polish off the whole pizza. As we sat contemplating whether or not we wanted any dessert, the waitress arrived with two plates containing slabs of the same chocolate cake I'd seen Jerry taking to the men's room for Simon.
"We didn't order these," I said.
"I know. They're compliments of the waiter on the other side. He said to give you this too," she said, handing me a folded sheet of paper.
I unfolded the paper. It was a note. Quietly, I read it aloud.
"Thanks for being cool! I swear I'll keep my promise! Simon's a really nice kid, and I'd never do anything to hurt him. Take good care of him. He needs you a lot," it said.
"I told you he was nice," Simon said, smiling, as he dug into his cake.
"Uh huh," I said, tasting a forkful of the cake. It was exquisite.
The check came while we were eating our cake. When we were finished, we got up to go. As we walked toward the door, Jerry was coming our way carrying a tray with an order on it. As he stepped aside so we could get by, I smiled at him and thanked him for the cake.
"I meant what I said," he replied, looking seriously at me.
I smiled and said, "I believe you Jerry. So listen, don't be spooked if you see us walk in here occasionally. The food's good. We might want to eat here from time to time."
He smiled and told us he looked forward to seeing us. Simon smiled back at him. We left then.
"He means what he said," Simon said, as we walked out to the car.
"I know. Stop worrying about him. I'll leave him alone," I said.
"What's the real reason you won't tell me what you did to Ron?" Simon asked, after we'd gotten into the car.
I thought for a minute, then I looked at Simon and said, "because looking back at how I handled it, I think I let my anger get the best of me, and I went a little too far. I'm not proud of what I did."
"It's OK Greg," Simon said. "It couldn't have been that bad. I know you. You're a kind and gentle person."
"Except when I get pissed!" I said, looking at Simon. "When I get really pissed-off, I sometimes lose it. I care about you so much Simon! Everytime I think of what that monster did to you, my blood boils, and I wish I had him in front of me again, so I could ram that plunger up his ass again!"
I hadn't meant to say the last part. I was so worked up though, it slipped out.
Simon's eyes got huge. "You stuck a plunger up his ass?" he asked me incredulously.
By then, I was all worked up and furious all over again about what had happened to Simon. I couldn't stop myself. "Yeah Simon!" I blurted, "What he did to you was unconscionable! I wanted him to feel the pain he made you feel when he raped you! I told him I'd have him arrested if he didn't do what I said. I made him drop his pants and bend over the desk. Just like he made you do! Then I took a plunger with a fat handle, and I rammed the handle up his ass! He screamed when I did it! I didn't stop though! I pulled it out, and slammed it back up inside him! He screamed again! I lost it then, and fucked it in and out of him a few times, while he laid there writhing and screaming in agony! I didn't stop till he was crying hysterically and begging me to stop!"
Simon was sitting backed up against the car door, staring at me with huge, frightened eyes. What the fuck had I done? Tears filled my eyes, and I began crying.
"Oh Simon! Please don't be scared. I'd never hurt you like that, or in any way. It was just how that asshole'd hurt you so horribly! I couldn't stand it, because I care so much about you!" I said.
Simon moved next to me then, and put his arm around me and said, "It's OK. And, I'm OK. Thanks for doing what you did. He deserved it! It's what I'd have done if I could have."
I looked at Simon. He had tears in his eyes too.
"I love you Simon," I said, hugging him.
"I love you too Greg," he replied, hugging me back.
That night Simon slept in my bed, snuggled up to me. He only had one nightmare. Of course we both woke up with hardons. This time Simon showered first, and I handled mine as I laid in bed waiting for my turn in the shower.
The next morning, I noticed a message on the answering machine we hadn't seen the night before. It was Mrs. Riley, the Social Worker. She was calling to ask if she could stop by to see how things were going.
Later, during my free period, I called her. She said that by law, she was required to visit us personally to ascertain that all was well. I told her that was fine, and invited her to join us for supper that afternoon. She thanked me, and declined the dinner invitation, but said she could stop by around 4:00 to visit us a few minutes. I told her that would be fine.
Simon and I went home right after school. We spent an hour cleaning and straightening up. Then, while we waited for Mrs. Riley, I stuck a roast beef in the oven and peeled some potatoes and put them in a pan of water.
Mrs. Riley arrived promptly at 4:00. She accepted the cup of tea we offered her, and while I made it, she and Simon sat in the living room, chatting.
"... he even bought me my own computer!" I heard Simon saying as I walked into the living room.
"My! It sounds like you're spoiling the boy!" Mrs. Riley said to me. "I highly approve! And I'd love to see your room Simon, but let's talk some more first."
Mrs. Riley asked us some questions then, and seemed to like the answers we gave her. She also enjoyed the tea, asking what kind it was. When I told her it was "Earl Grey", she said "I'll have to get myself some. It's delicious!"
After she'd finished her tea, Mrs. Riley asked to see Simon's room. She seemed impressed with it.
As she sat on the edge of Simon's bed, looking around his room, Simon said to her, "so am I really Greg's foster-son now? I mean, there's no chance I could get taken away and sent back to my mother's now, is there?"
As Simon looked anxiously at Mrs. Riley, she said, "well, not yet Simon. These things take time. We're working on it though."
"Is there anything we can do to speed things up?" he asked.
Mrs. Riley looked at me, then back at Simon and said, "The only way I know of to speed things up, would be for your mother and step-father to sign an agreement that gives Greg custody of you. But usually, even then, there's a clause in such agreements that allows them to revoke their approval at any time."
"NO!" Simon said. "They can't do that!"
"Simon, calm down," I said, "Mrs. Riley is doing everything she can, and besides, I'm sorry to say, your parents don't seem to care very much that you're living with me now."
"But I don't want them to be able to take me back ever!" Simon said.
"Is there more to the situation than you've told me Simon?" Mrs. Riley asked, eyeing him.
Simon suddenly looked nervous, and blurted "No! I just want to be Greg's son for good!"
I went and sat beside Simon and wrapped my arm around him and planted a kiss on the top of his head.
"As far as I'm concerned you are Simon! Stop worrying about the red tape. It'll all get taken care of," I said.
Mrs. Riley stood up and smiled at us.
"Why don't you finish your homework now, while Mrs. Riley and I finish up," I said to Simon.
"OK," he said. "Good-bye Mrs. Riley, and thanks for everything!"
"Good-bye Simon, I'll be seeing you soon," Mrs. Riley said.
We walked back out to the living room then, leaving Simon in his room to do his homework.
"Well!" Mrs. Riley said, "he certainly is positive about what he wants!"
"Yeah" I said, smiling. "He's a great kid. I already think of him as if he was my own son. I have to tell you though, I worry about his parents, and their rights in all this too."
"There's no way I'd let them have him back," she said.
"I know, but they do have some rights yet, don't they?" I asked.
"Unfortunately, yes. They could still take him if they really wanted to. But they'd have to clean up their act first!" she said.
"Is there any way I can get full and irrevocable custody of Simon?" I asked.
"The only way I know of, is if they were to sign an agreement that was drawn up by a lawyer, and was properly witnessed," she said. "If you were able to get them to sign such an agreement, my whole involvement in the case would cease as well, as he'd be living with a legal guardian who was caring properly for him!"
I thought a minute, then said, "OK, I think I know what to do. Thanks for coming and for all the great information."
"Am I to assume, you're going to try and get them to sign an agreement?" Mrs. Riley asked.
"Could be," I said, smiling.
"Go for it!" She said smiling back at me. "It'd be great if you could pull it off. There's so much love between you and Simon! Keep me posted!"
"Yeah, there is. And, I will," I said, smiling.
We said good-bye then, and she left.
It was quarter to five. I figured my lawyer would be in his office yet, so I walked over to the couch, sat down, and picked up the phone. As I lifted the receiver to my ear, I heard Ethan talking.
"Ethan! How are you?" I said.
"Oh! Hi Greg. I'm fine thanks," Ethan replied.
"Sorry to bust in on your conversation, but I need to make a phone call. It's important. Can Simon call you back when I'm finished?" I said.
"That's OK, I was going to stop by in a little while. We can talk then, if that's OK," Ethan said.
"That's fine. We're having roast beef, mashed potatoes, gravy and some kind of veggie in about 45 minutes if you want to join us," I said.
"Sounds good. I'm there. And thanks!" Ethan said.
"OK, we'll see you soon. Simon! Finish your homework while you're waiting!" I said.
"Yes Greg!" Simon drawled.
Ethan snickered and said good-bye and hung up. Simon hung up too. I clicked the receiver button. Once I got a dial tone, I dialed my lawyer's office. The secretary said I caught him just in time. He was about to leave.
When he came on the line, I quickly explained how I was in the process of becoming Simon's foster-father. Rick butted in to congratulate me, then he let me continue. I told him about what Mrs. Riley had said about seeing if I could get Simon's parents to sign an agreement that gave me full irrevocable custody of Simon, and asked him if that was true. He said it was, but that it was nigh on impossible to get biological parents to sign away their rights like that. He asked me if I thought I could get them to sign one. I told him I thought I could, and asked if he could draw up an agreement. He said he would, and he'd call me in a day or two when it was ready.
I asked Rick how we needed to go about getting it legally signed then. He said that as long as they were willing to sign it, all they had to do was sign it in front of a notary public. He said they could come to his office and sign it there, or if it would be easier, he and his secretary, who was also a notary, could come with me to their house. I told him that might be the best way, and told him I'd let him know, after he drew up the agreement. He asked me for a bunch of information about Simon and his parents then, and jotted it all down as I told him.
"Do you have something on them Greg?" Rick asked, when he had all the information he needed.
"Such as?" I asked.
"Such as something you could use to coerce them to sign?" he asked.
"If I did?" I asked.
"It better be good, because you don't want them saying later that you made them sign under duress!" he said.
"I see," I said, "What could happen if they did say that?"
"The agreement could be declared null and void if it was determined that they did indeed sign under duress. And, depending on what you were holding over them, you could get into trouble yourself," he said.
"I see," I said.
"Well?" he asked.
"It's good!" I said.
"You don't want to talk about it, do you?" he asked.
"Nope," I said.
"OK then, I'll call you in a day or two, once the agreement's ready," he said.
We said Good-bye then, and hung up.
I called Tom quickly at home then. I asked him if he wanted to come to supper. He said he couldn't, he had an appointment. So I asked if he'd be home later. He sounded happy I'd asked, and said he would be.
"Good, I need to talk to you," I said.
"Oh," Tom said, sounding disappointed.
I snickered and said, "there'll be time for fun too!"
"Cool!" he said, brightening up again.
We agreed to meet later at his place, then hung up.
I went to the kitchen and started the potatoes cooking, and got some broccoli with cheese sauce out of the freezer and started cookking that too.
Ethan arrived a few minutes later. He and Simon joined me in the kitchen, while I finished cooking our supper. When it was ready, I poured myself a glass of Merlot, and was about to pour soda in the guys' glasses, when Simon stopped me.
"Couldn't we have a glass of wine with dinner too?" he asked.
I looked at the two of them a moment. They both looked hopefully at me.
"How late are you staying tonight?" I asked Ethan.
He looked at Simon, who looked at me and said, "he's here for the evening."
I looked at Ethan, who nodded his agreement.
"OK, one glass each. No driving until you go home tonight. And, neither of you are to tell anyone I gave you wine to drink!" I said.
Both boys grinned at me, as I got out wine glasses for them and filled them.
We had an enjoyable meal together, and Ethan thanked me at least three times for inviting him to join us. Both boys enjoyed the Merlot very much, and since they were eating so much, I allowed them each an additional half glass. I noticed as Simon refilled their glasses, that it was a very liberal 1/2 glass, or a scant 3/4, whichever way you chose to look at it, but I let it go. Neither of them seemed affected by it anyway.
We each had large slabs of cherry pie for dessert, then the boys helped me pick up. They volunteered to load the dishes in the dishwasher. I sat at the kitchen table and watched as they worked. When they were done, it was time for me to head to Tom's.
"Well, I hate to eat and run, but I have an appointment," I said.
Simon looked at me with furrowed eyebrows. "What kind of appointment?"
"Never mind!" I said. "I expect the two of you can manage to keep each other busy for a while?"
The boys looked at each other and grinned. They blushed as they looked back at me.
I snickered and said "That's what I thought! Have fun, but not too much fun!"
"We'll be good!" Simon said, smiling. Ethan smiled too.
I told Ethan good-night, in case I didn't get back before he left. Then I grabbed my jacket and keys and took off.
"Business first? Or pleasure?" Tom asked, as he let me in.
"Business!" I said, walking past him into his living room.
"What's up?" he asked, instantly aware that I was in a serious mood.
"I need your advice, and if you agree with me, I need your help!" I said.
"OK," Tom said, sitting down opposite me, "what's going on?"
I told Tom about Mrs. Riley's visit, and what she told me about getting a custody agreement. Then I told him about my call to my lawyer.
"So what is it you're going to use to coerce them to sign?" Tom asked.
"If I tell you, you can't tell anyone. OK?" I said.
"Of course," Tom said.
"Simon's step-father sexually abused Simon on a regular basis, and Simon's mother knew about it, and let it happen!" I said.
"Fuck me! NO!" Tom said, staring at me with a look of horror on his face. "That poor kid!"
"Tell me about it. He still wakes up often with nightmares, and ends up in bed with me," I said.
"Well, how are you planning to do this?" Tom asked.
"Well...that's where you come in. I was hoping that you'd go with me to talk to Simon's mother and Step-father. I'm going to tell them that I know about how he was abused, and that unless they sign the custody agreement, I'm going to the police with my information!" I said.
"Son of a bitch! That should work I'd think!" Tom said.
"Do you think they'll fight me?" I asked.
"Not if they want to stay out of jail!" Tom said.
"Will you come with me then? Simon says his step-father's a big guy!" I said.
"Sure! When?" Tom asked.
"No time like the present!" I said.
Tom looked at me for a minute, then he snickered and said "you never were one to let things go too long. Were you? OK, let's go! Nothing ventured, nothing gained!" ...
The next chapter in this series will be published shortly.