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The Abandoned Boy
Chapter 11
Tom said he'd drive, since he'd been there with Officer Hankel a couple weeks earlier, and knew where Simon's house was. A few minutes later we were in the car, heading there.
"This is it," Tom said about 10 minutes later, as he pulled into a driveway in front of an old house. The house needed some work done to it, and the yard was a mess.
"Jesus!" I said, looking around.
"Simon's sure a lot better off living with you!" Tom said.
We got out of the car and went up to the front door. I rang the doorbell, but it appeared as if it didn't work. After a minute, I knocked loudly on the door.
"YEAH! Jes a minute!" I heard a man's voice slur.
There was a crash from within. The man uttered a string of oaths. Then we heard footsteps approaching the door.
"Who is it Ed?" a woman called from somewhere inside the house, as the door opened.
"DON' KNOW YET!" he hollered back. Then he turned and looked blankly at us.
"Wha'da ya want?" he asked.
"Are you Simon Banning's step-father?" I asked.
Ed looked at me an blinked.
"Why? Is he in trouble?" he asked.
"No. I'm the man he's living with now, and I'd like to talk to you and his mother," I said, as a woman who was wearing an old dress, with her hair tied up under a kerchief appeared behind him.
"Simon's living with you?" the woman asked, somewhat eagerly.
"Yes. Are you his mother?" I asked.
"Yes, I'm Harriet Snell. How is Simon?" she asked.
"Better, now that he's not living in a baseball dug-out," I replied, rather testily. "May we come in and talk to you for a few minutes?"
"WHY?" Ed drawled, as Harriet's face turned red.
"Because I'd like to discuss something with you that pertains to Simon," I said.
"Go sit down Ed!" the woman said. "Please, come in."
Muttering, Ed turned around and stumbled into the livingroom and sat down heavily in a chair. Harriet opened the door wider and stepped aside so we could enter. After she shut the door, we followed her from a cluttered hallway, into an equally cluttered livingroom. The TV was on in the corner. Harriet turned it off, causing Ed to utter a few more expletives.
"Shush Ed. These men are here about Simon," she said.
"Heh! So what? He hasn't been here in months!" Ed grumbled, turning to glare at us.
"You're Mr. McGrath, the principal from Simon's school, aren't you?" Harriet asked, looking at Tom.
"Yes ma'am," he said.
"I remember when you came here with that police officer a few weeks ago," she said. Then she turned to me and said, "And Simon is living with you at your house now?"
"Yes, he's been with me for a few weeks now," I said.
"Is he OK?" she asked, sounding genuinely concerned.
"He's fine," I said. "You do realize don't you that he's been remanded into the custody of Social Services?"
"Yes," she said, looking rather embarrassed.
"Social Services has placed him with me. I'm his foster father now," I said.
"I see," Mrs. Snell said.
"It would make life much simpler for everyone concerned if you were to sign a document giving me custody of Simon though. I would be able to add him to my health insurance plan then as well," I said. "If I were to have a document drawn up, would the two of you be willing to sign it. It would give me full and irrevocable custody of your son."
"I ain't signin' nuthin'!" Ed said loudly.
Harriet didn't say anything, but her eyes filled with tears as she looked at me.
"Simon is in wonderful hands living with Greg!" Tom said, "Greg cares about him very much, and Simon is very attached to Greg. They make a great pair. Since it's not possible for the boy to live at home with you, it would be best for everyone if you gave Greg custody of Simon."
"How do you expect me to sign away my own son?" Harriet asked, as her eyes watered.
"I TOLD YOU WE AIN'T SIGNIN' NUTHIN'!" Ed shouted. "LOOK! YOU GOT MY WIFE CRYIN' NOW!"
I could feel the anger rising in me. It took every ounce of self control I could muster, not to fly up off the couch and start pounding on Ed!
I looked at Harriet and said "Your son hasn't lived here in months! Until a couple weeks ago he was living on the streets. He slept in a dug-out at a baseball field. He lived on scraps of food he scavenged or begged for. He was so desparate he began selling himself, so he had money for food and clothing! If you were so concerned about your son, why didn't you provide a home for him that was safe for him to live in?"
"Simon has a home right here!" Harriet said. "He can live here anytime he wants to! He didn't have to leave home to live on the streets!"
"YES HE DID!" I yelled at her.
Harriet shrank back into her chair as I rose slightly off the couch and bellowed "HE HAD NO CHOICE BECAUSE YOUR HUSBAND WAS SODOMIZING HIM! YOU KNEW THAT AND YOU DID NOTHING TO STOP IT! SIMON HAD NO CHOICE BUT TO LEAVE!"
Harriet sat trembling, staring at me, as tears streamed down her cheeks. Ed was on his feet now.
"I NEVER -" he started.
I rose the rest of the way from the couch, and faced him, my fists clenched and cut him off "YOU MOST CERTAINLY DID! YOU FUCKED HIM UP THE ASS EVERY CHANCE YOU GOT! AND SHE DID NOTHING TO STOP YOU!"
I could tell that Tom had stood up behind me and was facing Ed too, whose face had turned purple as he stood shaking with fury. Suddenly he spun on his heel and stalked from the room, knocking some things off an end table as he brushed past it. Moments later we heard the back door open, then slam shut.
I looked down at Harriet. She'd curled herself into a ball in the chair and was sobbing hysterically.
Tom and I looked at each other. Finally, he sat back down on the couch and pulled me down with him. We both sat waiting for Mrs. Snell to collect herself. After a couple minutes she pulled a kleenex out of a pocket and began wiping her eyes, then her nose.
When she'd gotten control of herself, she looked at us and said, "I tried to stop it. I did. I just wasn't able to."
"All you had to do was call the police ma'am," Tom said. "They'd have locked your husband up, and gotten help for you and Simon."
"I couldn't! I couldn't do that to Ed!" she said, looking at us as tears welled in her eyes again.
"So you thought it better to let your husband rape your teenage son every night?" I asked, staring at her incredulously.
As tears started rolling down her cheeks again, she said, "It wasn't as bad as you're saying. The boy is gay afterall."
I almost got up and slapped her across the face. Tom realized how angry I was, and put his hand on my shoulder to keep me from moving though.
"And if he was a girl who was straight - would it have been alright for him to rape her too?" I asked.
"Of course not!" she replied, somewhat indignantly.
"WHY NOT?" I almost screamed at her, "Why is it OK for him to stick his dick up your son's ass, but if Simon was a girl, it'd be wrong for him to fuck her????"
Harriet sat there looking dumbly at me.
"It's just different, that's all," she said finally.
I was seething. I felt Tom squeezing my shoulder. I looked down at the floor for a minute, trying to get my anger under control.
Finally, I looked up and said, "here's the bottom line. What your husband was doing to your son is illegal. He could go to jail for the rest of his life for it. Your not trying to stop him, and not protecting your son is also illegal. You too could go to jail. I'm prepared to see to it that you both end up there! What you did to your son is unconscionable! You both deserve to rot in hell for it! I'm a reasonable man though. You have something I want, and I have something you want. I want you and your husband to sign a document I'll have drawn up, that gives me full irrevocable custody of Simon until he's an adult. In exchange for that, I promise that I will not report what you and your husband did to the police! I get Simon, and keep him until he's grown up. You stay out of jail. Does that seem fair?"
Mrs. Snell looked terrified. She glanced at Tom after a moment.
"What Greg is telling you is true Mrs. Snell. You and your husband could both go to jail for what you did to Simon. I know Greg well enough to vouch for him. If he says he won't go to the police he won't. On the other hand, if you don't give him Simon, I believe he will. Besides, I believe that deep down, you do care about Simon. He's happy with Greg. Greg takes excellent care of him. I'm sure you realize that Simon's better off living with Greg. I'm also sure you want what's best for your son. Sign the document. Get your husband to sign. Simon will be well taken care of, and you won't end up in trouble yourselves," Tom said.
Harriet looked back and forth between the two of us for a minute, then she said, "Fine, we'll sign."
"Your husband will sign too?" Tom said, before I could speak.
"Rather than face jail, he'll sign," she said, looking somewhat angrily at us. "I don't expect you to believe this, but I do love my son. I do want him to have a good life. I expect he is better off with you. I'll sign, and I'll make Ed sign too. You just tell us when and where!"
"A couple days. I'll bring my attorney and his secretary here. You can both sign it and it'll be witnessed," I said.
"And I'll come along too," Tom said, squeezing my shoulder.
I smiled at Tom.
"Fine! You'd best call a day in advance. I expect you'll want Ed to be sober!" she said.
"He has to be. If he isn't, he can't sign, and if he purposely gets drunk so he can't sign, all bets are off!" I said.
"He'll be sober. We'll sign. And you'd both best keep your mouths shut then. And you'd best make sure nobody else says anything either!" Harriet said. I expect she meant Simon.
"C'mon, let's go," Tom said.
We stood up, but Harriet just sat in her chair staring at us.
"I'll be in touch. Probably the day after tomorrow," I said. "Then we can sign the papers before the weekend."
"Whatever," she said, standing up finally, and following us to the door.
"Goodnight," Tom said, as we left.
She didn't respond, but shut the door quickly behind us.
"Well, I'd say that went well, all things considered," Tom said, as we drove away.
"Can you believe her?" I said, still seething.
"Relax and forget her. You're getting custody of Simon." Tom said.
"I won't be able to relax until I have the signed papers in my hands and Simon's all mine!" I said.
"It'll be fine!" Tom said.
"Please don't say anything to Simon!" I said.
Tom agreed.
When we got to Tom's apartment, he invited me in for a beer.
"You have anything stronger?" I asked.
Tom smiled and took out a bottle of Irish Whisky, and two rocks glasses. He poured liberal amounts in each glass, and handed me one.
"Please. No toast. Not till we're sure!" I said, as Tom raised his glass and was about to make a toast.
"Okay, but I have a good feeling about this," he said.
"I wish I did," I said, downing a third of the whisky.
Tom sipped his. Then took my hand and said, "Try to relax. Everything's going to be fine."
"I can't relax, I'm sorry," I said.
Tom grinned at me and said, "I think I know how I can get you to relax!"
Tom got up and smiling, pulled on my arm. I smiled, got up, and let Tom lead me to his bedroom. When we got there he took my glass and set it, along with his down on the night stand. Then he began stripping me. He unbuttoned my shirt and took it off. Then he unbuckled my belt and opened my jeans. He pushed them down to my knees. Then he pushed my briefs down too, revealing my semi-erect dick. Grinning he told me to sit down. I did. He pushed me down on my back. Then he removed my sneakers and socks and pulled my jeans and briefs off.
As I laid on my back, with my ass on the edge of his bed, both feet planted on the floor, he got on his knees and pushed my legs apart. Grinning, I looked down at Tom, as he lowered his face toward my crotch. Then I felt his hot, wet, velvety mouth envelop my burgeoning erection. Slowly, he pushed his mouth down as far as he could, so that his nose was buried in my pubic hair, and the head of my now hard cock was nestled deep in the back of his throat between his tonsils. Then, as he began sucking up and down my stiff rod, he cupped and began fondling my testicles as well. It didn't even take a full minute before all the negative thoughts had left my brain, and all I was thinking about was the pleasure Tom was giving me.
Tom sucked slowly and sensually up and down my cock, and gently rolled my balls around in their sack with his hand. His mouth felt like heaven, as did the touch of his hand on my scrotum. As I hadn't gotten off since early that morning, it didn't take long for my orgasm to begin to build. Tom had only been sucking on me for about a minute, before I felt the pleasure beginning to build inside me. Less than a minute later, as Tom continued sliding up and down my dick, I began twitching and moaning. A few seconds later, I tensed a little and delivered my first volley of jism into Tom's waiting mouth. He swallowed thirstily, as my spasms continued, and over and over I flooded his mouth with my cum. He swallowed repeatedly, almost greedily, not wanting to lose a drop of it. Then, after my orgasm had ended, he continued slowly sucking up and down on my cock, until with a shudder, I oozed my last bit of cum. Tom licked me clean and dry, then, and looked up at me. I could see the wanton look in his eyes.
"C'mon up here and let me reciprocate!" I said, smiling happily at him.
Tom wasted no time, climbing up on the bed, and straddling my torso. He knelt so that his cock was in front of my face. I noticed that he was leaking copious amounts of pre-cum, and quickly lassoed his hardon between my lips and shoved my mouth down over his cock.
"Oh God! That feels so good!," He groaned.
I began sucking up and down on Tom's cock then. He began moaning almost right away. As I fellated him, I moistened my finger, reached under him and located his rosebud. It wasn't too hard to find, as Tom's ass cheeks were spread wide open as he knelt over me. I began rubbing Tom's tight pucker, as I sucked up and down on him. Shortly, I applied a little pressure to Tom's anus, and my finger slid up inside him. Gently, I began sliding it in and out of him, pressing firmly on his prostate with each inward push. As it had only taken a couple of minutes for me to get off, the same occurred with Tom. Within a couple of minutes, Tom was practically fucking my mouth, and I could feel his body tensing up. Then, as I felt his anus contract tightly, Tom groaned and filled my mouth with his gelatinous salty-sweet juice. I swallowed quickly, making room for his next load, which quickly followed. I swallowed mouthful after mouthful, as Tom moaned and flexed and ejaculated over and over, feeding me his precious seed. Finally, his orgasm ended, and as he collapsed forward above me, onto the bed, I continued sucking on him, until he'd expelled his final dribble. When he was done, he finally pulled his cock out of my mouth and rolled sideways, collapsing next to me.
I crawled up next to him, and laying on my side, I draped an arm over him. We lay together then, quietly resting a few minutes.
"I'm glad to see you're feeling better now," he said after a while.
I grinned and said "all thanks to you!"
Playfully, I jabbed Tom in the ribs then. He burst out giggling. I knew how ticklish he was, and I loved to see the way he giggled like a happy boy whenever I tickled him. Oddly, he seemed to like to be tickled, a little bit at least. I jabbed him again, and he giggled some more. Then I started tweaking his side. Soon, he was giggling continuously, and finally he was trying to scootch away from me. Devilishly, I leaped up and straddled him and started tickling his ribs, running my hands up into his armpits. He began giggling uncontrollably then. After a minute I eased off, so he could catch his breath. As he calmed down, he looked up at me with the happiest, most loving smile. He looked just like a little boy. I was reminded then of a boy I'd known when I was growing up who'd reacted the same way whenever I wrestled around with him and tickled him. Suddenly I was flooded with a myriad of bittersweet memories of James.
"What's going on? What're you thinking about?" Tom said finally, as I rolled off him and laid back down next to him. He rolled onto his side and propped his head up on his hand and looked at me.
"I was just remembering a boy I used to know a long time ago. For a minute, you looked just like him," I said.
"What do you mean?" Tom asked.
"Well, when I was growing up there was this boy who lived next door to us. His name was James. He was 6 years younger than me, and like me, he too was an only child. His father worked a lot, and never seemed to be around much. James liked me and always followed me around. I liked him and let him. He kind of looked up to me as if I were his older brother, which I kinda liked. He was quite the kid. So joyous and full of life. He was always exuberantly telling me all about something new he'd learned or seen. You should've seen him the day he discovered his first pubic hair! Obviously he was quite open with me and discussed everything with me. Especially sex! Some of our conversations about masturbation were classic! Between his own inquisitiveness, and the knowledge he gained from me about it, he became quite proficient at it. I know this for a fact, because he shared everything with me, even the most minute details about his 'private times'. He was a great 'little brother'! Anyway, I used to tickle him all the time, just like I did to you just now, and he loved it. When I'd finally let up, he'd look at me exactly the way you just did. So happy, and full of love." I said.
Tom blushed a little and smiled shyly at me. "What happened to James? Are you in touch with him anymore?"
Sadly I looked at Tom and said, "I wish. It was awful. He died about ten years ago of a brain tumor. He was only 13."
"Oh God. I'm sorry Greg!" Tom said.
"That was the worst period of my life," I said. "We knew for about 7 months that he was dying. He had so been looking forward to becoming a teenager, then about a month before his 13th birthday they told him he was going to die. The birthday he'd so looked forward to was utterly ruined!"
"How awful! It must've been terrible," Tom said.
"It was," I said, "And I ended up being pretty involved in the whole thing. His parents couldn't handle the fact he was dying, and most of his friends didn't know how to handle it either. So he gravitated to me, more and more. I remember the day he found out. I think that was the worst day of my life. It was a hot, sunny, summer day. James had been having bad headaches for a while and had had a battery of tests done. He and his parents had gone to the doctor to get the results. He told them that James had an inoperable, incurable, cancerous tumor in his brain, which was growing fast. They told them that James would only live another 6 months. Whatever they told them after that, they didn't remember. I remember when they got home. I was outside by our pool. His parents walked stiffly into their house like they were zombies. I didn't see James, but as I sat there, I began hearing someone crying. It sounded like James and like it was coming from their car. As I got up to go see what it was, James crawled out of the car. He was sobbing. I ran over to him, but he turned and ran away from me. He had a fort behind the garage. He ran to it and crawled inside. He'd never behaved like this before. He'd never run from me. I quickly followed him and crawled into his fort. He was sitting on the floor sobbing. I sat down next to him and wrapped an arm around him and asked him what was wrong. He couldn't talk though. He was becoming absolutely hysterical, sobbing uncontrollably. He turned and faced me and wrapped his arms around me and squeezed me tightly then and just sobbed. I held him and tried to soothe him, but nothing helped. He couldn't stop crying. It was so bad, I began crying too. I didn't know what to do. Finally, after a while, he calmed down a little. It took almost a half hour of holding him as he went through bouts of crying before he finally managed to tell me he had a brain tumor and was dying. Once he'd finally managed to tell me, before the information had time to register in my brain, he screamed 'I don't want to die Greg! I'm so scared!' Then he started sobbing hysterically again. I couldn't do much to comfort him then though, because I finally comprehended what he'd said and had begun crying too. We sat there holding each other crying in each others' arms for a good long time. Finally, James must've exhausted himself. He finally calmed down. Once he did, I calmed down too. As we both wept yet, he told me about the visit to the doctor. I think he and I sat in that fort of his for almost two hours, while I held him and we both cried."
"Fuck, that had to be awful," Tom said, wiping away a couple tears from his cheek.
"It was," I said, wiping my eyes as well. "His parents were in a state of shock I guess. By late in the afternoon, I'd gotten James out of his fort and we'd gone into my house. We were sitting in the kitchen. Oddly, the boy was hungry, so I'd given him a peanutbutter and jelly sandwich. I couldn't eat. I felt like vomiting. My mother got home from work while James was eating. She saw our puffy faces and red eyes and asked what was wrong. I took her into the front room and told her. She broke down crying, and raced into the kitchen and took James in her arms and held them. He started crying again too. Dad came home then and found us all crying. When I told him, he cried too. After my parents finally got some control of themselves, they went to see James' parents. James stayed with me. Later, my parents told me that James' mother was in denial. She avoided talking about James, just saying he would be OK when my parents mentioned him. Then she started talking about the weather, or other things. His father was just sitting in his den alone crying. It was later that night, almost midnight, when we heard James' mother begin screaming and crying hysterically. We all ran over to their house, not knowing what to expect. It had finally hit her. James was so upset then. I took him to his room, and ended up getting in bed with him. I held him as he cried most of the night. Things were really bad like that for a few days."
"Man, I can't imagine it," Tom said.
"I think it was the worst time I can ever remember," I said. "Eventually, the initial shock and grief wore off for most of us. James' parents never seemed to get a handle on it. The rest of us did though, and although we hated it, and had moments of grieving yet, we all came to accept James' fate. He himself did pretty well. He went through all the phases of grieving a dying person goes through. I was there for him most of the time. He just couldn't talk to his parents about it. They actually wouldn't let him. He started avoiding them a lot and turned to me for comfort. We became really close those last few months of his life."
"How awful for the boy. He was so lucky to have you," Tom said.
I smiled and continued, "We actually did have a lot of good times yet. They were all overshadowed by his impending death though. Once James accepted that he was going to die, which didn't take him as long as I thought it would, he made a list of all the things he wanted to do before he died. At that point, I still hadn't come to terms with the fact he was really going to die. When he showed me the list, I started crying. It was he then, who put his arms around me and comforted me. I pulled myself together for his sake and looked over his list again, and resolved to try and help him do as many of the things that were on his list as possible. It was really quite the list. My favorite items on it were all the 'adult' things. When I snickered a little at some of them, he said soberly, 'I want to experience the pleasures of being a man before I die, is that so bad?' 'Of course not, I'm not laughing at you James. I'll help you however I can,' I told him as more tears filled my eyes. He grinned at me then, thanked me, and hugged me again."
"What kind of things were on his list?" Tom asked.
I chuckled and said, "well, he wanted to learn to drive. He wanted to try beer and whiskey and get drunk 'just once'. He wanted to fire a gun. He wanted to smoke a cigarette. He wanted to learn to shave. But, most of all, he wanted to have sex!"
"Oh the poor kid," Tom said.
"Yeah. I know. Anyway, his parents really were pretty useless during the last few months of James' life. I was surprised they didn't spend more time with him. They just couldn't face all the 'last times' with him though. He ended up being with me most of the time. I was on summer break from college at the time, and actually quit my summer job, and didn't take a part time one in the fall, so I could be with him. I taught him to drive. And he loved it. He actually drove a lot with me that summer and fall. It's a wonder we weren't caught! I also taught him to shave, not that he had anything to shave off, except some peach fuzz where his moustache would've grown in eventually. He was so proud of himself though. One night when my parents were going to be away, James stayed overnight with me, and we drank some beer and whiskey, and smoked. He hated the smoking and the whiskey, but loved the beer, and I let him drink all he wanted to. He eventually ralphed, then afterward fell asleep. His hangover the next morning was no fun. He decided that drinking wasn't such a good idea, and didn't want to do that anymore. My dad had a rifle, so I took him shooting a few times too. He liked that." I said.
"What'd you do about his wanting sex?" Tom asked.
I chuckled and continued. "Well, James was clearly straight. He wanted a girl to suck him off, and he wanted to fuck her. He asked me if I'd get him a prostitute. I didn't want to do that. If he was going to have sex, I wanted it to be nice for him. By the way, I was still in the closet at this point. Nobody, not even James, knew I was gay. Anyway, I was dating this girl as a cover. Well, she had a younger sister, Jennifer, who was a couple years older than James. She was short though and looked younger, although she was good looking and stacked too. I knew she was experienced, and that she was on the pill. She'd already had an abortion. I also knew she was a slut. She kept coming onto me, whenever I was over at their house. We got along OK regardless, because she really had a nice personality. Well, I finally got up the courage one afternoon while she was flirting with me, before her sister came downstairs for our date, and I told her about James, and how his dying wish was to have sex. 'He's a virgin then?' Jennifer asked smiling lecherously. I told her he was, but that he wanted to right that wrong. She grinned and offered to help him out. I asked her if she was serious, and she said she was. Then, I looked at her and told her in no uncertain terms that the boy was very important to me, and that if she was serious about having sex with him, that I wanted her to treat him really nicely, and make it very special for him. I showed her a picture of James that I had in my wallet. She thought he was cute. I told her I also didn't expect her to make fun of him in any way, especially if he got off too quickly, or didn't know what to do. She assured me she wouldn't. I told her then, what I would like her to do for James. She smiled and agreed, so I set it up that she and James would get together in my room one afternoon for an hour or so."
"Damn! You were some great big brother! You still have James' picture?" Tom said.
I grinned and reached for my jeans. I pulled out my wallet and showed him my picture of James.
"Beautiful Boy!" he said.
"I know," I said, "Anyway, the day came, and I picked Jennifer up and brought her to my house. She'd done her hair and makeup nicely and put on a sexy top and some pretty perfume. I almost got a boner myself, although I expect it was more over the thought of James' boner when he saw her. Anyway, I told her again what I wanted her to do with James, and she smiled and agreed. James was up in my room already when we arrived. I'd told him to shower before we got there. He had, and he'd also borrowed my cologne. He was wearing just a pair of track shorts when we arrived, which I noticed were tenting. He blushed when he realized I'd noticed. I left the two of them alone in my room. I didn't see them again for about an hour, although occasionally, I heard sounds that indicated they were having a good time. Eventually Jennifer came downstairs, smiling widely. I told her I'd take her home in a minute, then went up to my room to see how James was doing. He was lying naked, on his belly next to a large, fishy smelling wet spot on my bed. I was going to say something, but I noticed he was asleep. He was smiling as he slept. I pulled the sheet up over him, then went downstairs and took Jennifer home. On the way, she told me that for a boy who was sick, he had a lot of energy. She said they'd both really enjoyed themselves, and that he'd asked if she would come over again. She'd told him she would. I told her that was great."
"Holy Shit! Did you find out what they did?" Tom asked.
I chuckled and said, "When I got home, James was still sleeping. It was almost time for my parents to get home, so I woke him up. He couldn't stop smiling. He babbled about how great sex was! He said she'd given him a blow job, but in the middle of it, she'd stopped and started licking his asshole. He was shocked, but loved it. Then she went back to his dick, and he'd cum in her mouth, and she'd swallowed it! They rested a while and then she let him fuck her! In fact, he'd fucked her twice! He couldn't stop talking about how incredible it was. Finally, he asked me if my first time was that good. Well, I'd had sex with a couple girls before, but wasn't thrilled with it. So I thought back to when I was his age and first had sex with a guy friend of mine. How wonderful that first blowjob had felt. And Fucking that boy up the ass was wonderful too! So I told him that 'yes, it had been' and left it at that. Then I'd told him to get up and go shower. He stank of 'Jennifer'! He snickered and got up. He was still naked. Normally, he didn't care if I saw him naked, but that day as he got up, he covered his genitals with his track shorts. 'I got a boner!' he told me, blushing and smiling shyly. As I snickered at him, he suddenly stopped and froze. The shorts slipped from his hand, exposing a cute hardon that looked to be about 5-6" long. I didn't have time to look closely at it though, because James crumpled to the floor and started seizing. One of the symptoms caused by his tumor was seizures. He'd had them before when he was with me, so I didn't freak. I dropped down and held him, so he didn't smash into anything, and talked quietly to him until it was over. When it ended, he laid quietly in my arms. After a couple minutes he got tears in his eyes. I thought they were because he'd had a seizure, but when I talked to him about it, he said he was embarrassed because I'd seen him with a hardon. I snickered and told him he didn't have anything I didn't have, and besides, he had a pretty nice one. He smiled a little then. After he'd rested a few minutes, I helped him up and into the shower. He had tears in his eyes again, and looked pitifully at me. When I asked what was wrong, he asked me if I could help him wash, he didn't have the strength to stand up. I felt awful for him. I understood though. He was usually weak and slept a lot after his seizures. I had to get him clean though. I had him sit on the edge of the tub and hold the safety bar, then I quickly stripped and helped him stand up and got in the shower with him. He was surprised I got naked and got in with him. I told him this was no time for either of us to be modest, especially since we always treated each other like brothers. He smiled weakly then and put his arm around me and let me hold him up. He asked me to wash him then, so I did. He seemed to be getting weaker by the moment. As I began washing his face he said 'I gotta pee.' I told him to go ahead and just pee. He looked at me a minute, then rested his head against my chest. I felt a stream of hot fluid begin running down my leg. 'I'm Sorry Greg', he said, sniffling. I told him not to worry about it, then I washed him. I expected him to stop me, but he didn't even bat an eyelash when I reached his genitals. I hesitated in case he wanted to wash them himself, but he didn't make a move to take the wash cloth from me, so I soaped it up and washed his cock and balls good for him, and his ass too. Once we were both washed and dried, I took him to my room and sat him in a chair, while I stripped and remade the bed. He fell asleep before I'd finished. I scooped James up out of the chair then, and put him in my bed, and tucked him in. He barely stirred through it all. As soon as he was in bed, he slipped into a deep sleep."
"Jesus! He was really sick by this point, wasn't he?" Tom said, sadly.
"Yeah, the seizures only occurred once in a while in the beginning. They scared the hell out of him then. By this point, he was having them about once a week, and wasn't scared of them anymore. Near the end he had several a day. When he had them, they wiped him out, and he'd sleep for hours afterward. That night, he ended up sleeping at our house overnight. It was 5:00 when he had the seizure. When our parents got home and I told them he'd had one while he was visiting me and he was sleeping in my bed, they all agreed he could just stay the night with me. He was still sleeping at midnight when I crawled in next to him. He woke up then and groggily said he needed to pee, so I helped him to the bathroom and sat him on the toilet. He peed, then I got him back to bed. He never said anything else. When I crawled in with him, he just turned toward me and snuggled up to me, and immediatly fell asleep again. He slept all night." I said.
"Wow! He was so lucky to have you! It'd have been awful if he didn't," Tom said.
"Yeah. He got worse after that. I managed to get him and Jennifer together one more time. He really enjoyed it. Soon his only wish was to live until Christmas. He did. He enjoyed it somewhat, but a few days after New Year's he started experiencing a lot more pain in his head. They started the heavier pain drugs then. He was spacey most of the time from then on. Then a week later he had a stroke and slipped into a partial coma. He was bed ridden from then on, and couldn't communicate. I was the only one besides his parents and nurses who saw him after that. I'd sit with him and talk to him, and read to him. I could tell he understood me, but just couldn't say so. I could see it in his eyes. Whenever I'd leave, I'd kiss him on the forehead and tell him I loved him. He managed a half smile as I was saying good-bye, the last time I saw him awake. That night he fell into a deep coma and never came out of it. He died a week later." I said.
"How sad. I'm so sorry for you, and for James," Tom said. "You really gave James a great last few months though. So much more than he would've had. I'm sure he appreciated it a lot more than you know!"
"I hope so. His father and I talked a month or so later, and he was bemoaning the fact that James had wanted to do so many things, and hadn't gotten to. He was especially upset James never got to have a girlfriend. I still had James' list of things he wanted to do, in fact, I still have it someplace. I showed it to him. He hadn't seen it before. He couldn't believe all the things we'd done and been able to cross off. When he saw 'sex', and that it was crossed out, he looked at me incredulously. I told him that James had died a man, that he'd had a wonderful experience with a kind, pretty girl. He stared at me a moment, then smiled and started crying. Later he thanked me for being there for James, and told me he knew how much James had loved me, and how much I'd loved James," I said.
"Wow. What a sad but beautiful story," Tom said.
We both had tears in our eyes as we laid looking at one another. Tom reached for our glasses of Whisky. Smiling, he toasted James. I smiled and we drained our glasses.
It was getting late. I decided it was time to get home and see what the boys were up to, so we got up and got dressed and I left...
The next chapter in this series will be published shortly.