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The Abandoned Boy
Chapter 17
"Uhhhh..." Tom said, looking at Ethan.
Simon and I both grinned at each other. I felt sorry for Ethan though, when he turned pink, and began to look a little upset.
Tom realized Ethan looked upset too, and quickly said, "Well Ethan, I think she's a very nice lady."
"I see," Ethan said, quietly. He appeared to be concentrating intently on his spaghetti.
"Ethan, I like your mom. I like her a lot. She's really nice. If you were hoping that maybe something was going to happen between us though, I think you should stop hoping for that. Your mom's a bit older than I am to begin with. Besides, I'm not really at a point yet in my life where I'm interested in getting into that kind of a relationship."
"Oh," was all that Ethan said. He studied Tom though, as he chewed on a mouthful of food.
"I'm sorry Ethan!" Tom said, looking sadly at him.
"It's OK," Ethan said. "I'm sorry. Apparently I was reading more into things than I should have."
"I guess so," Tom said.
We all ate quietly then for a couple minutes. Finally, Simon got us all talking about one of his video games, and our conversation returned to normal.
Tom had to leave right after supper, as he had a meeting. As he was getting ready to leave and said "Good-night" to us, Ethan apologized again for his earlier comment.
"It's OK Ethan. I understand. I hope this doesn't keep us from staying as close as we've gotten. I mean, we're still friends, right? Really good friends, I hope!" Tom said.
Ethan smiled and said "yeah!"
"Great!" Tom said, and he gave Ethan a sustained hug, then he left.
A little while later, the three of us decided to watch a movie on pay-per-view. Simon ran to the bathroom quickly, while Ethan and I went to the kitchen to get sodas for all of us.
"You know Tom really does care a lot about you, don't you?" I said to Ethan, as I handed him a couple can's of soda.
"Yeah," Ethan said, smiling.
"Good. Because I think you two have a special relationship and I'd hate to see it end," I said.
"Does he talk to you about me?" Ethan asked, looking seriously at me.
"As a matter of fact, he does," I said, smiling.
"So????" Ethan asked.
I grinned and said, "Well, you know how close Simon and I are? How we've grown to be like a father and son?"
"Yeah," Ethan said, tinging pink, as a small smile began to appear on his face.
"I'm pretty sure, Tom would like to have the same kind of relationship with you!" I said. "And in my opinion, you wouldn't find a better man to be in that kind of relationship with!"
Ethan blushed a little more, and smiled shyly.
"If I didn't like Tom so much, I'd be jealous!" I said. "But I know he'll share you with me, just like I share Simon with him. The point is Ethan, don't be afraid to get close to Tom, even though he doesn't have feelings for your mom! There's no reason you can't have a relationship with him on your own. And I'm pretty sure your mom would be pleased, even if he's not romantically interested in her. She knows you miss having a man around."
Ethan's smile broadened, and his eyes began to sparkle as if they'd become watery. I pulled Ethan toward me and gave him a hug and a kiss on the forehead.
"Just don't forget I love you that way too, and you can always come to me too - for anything!" I said.
"I won't," Ethan said, blushing deeply. "I love you too Greg!"
"HEY!" Simon said sharply, as he walked into the kitchen just then, grinning. "Are you trying to replace me? Better still, you're not planning on drinking the last Orange Crush are you?"
We both laughed, and I said, "Nobody could ever replace you Simon! And, there's more Crush in the fridge!"
"Whew! That's good! I really didn't want to have to get rough with Ethan. He likes Crush just as much as I do you know," Simon said, grinning.
We all laughed then and took our sodas and went to watch the movie.
A couple days later, Ethan was having a banner day.
He got his term paper back at school, with the "A+" on it.
Then after school, he got his stitches out. The doctor examined his hand carefully and told him he saw no reason he wouldn't make a full recovery, and quickly now that the stitches were out.
Ethan was ecstatic! The first thing he did when he got home was sit down at the piano and play 'Beethoven's Fifth'. He got through it almost flawlessly! Immense relief spread through his mind and body.
"That was wonderful Ethan!" Carol, exclaimed. "I wish I could stay and listen to some more, but I have to get to work."
"That's OK, I gotta go anyway!" he exclaimed, and grabbed his jacket, kissed his mother, and ran out the door. "I'm sleeping over Simon's tonight! Bye!"
"OK! Bye!" Mrs. Rodman called after him, smiling.
A few minutes later Ethan drove into the apartment complex Tom lived in. It was the first time he had ever been there. When Tom answered the door and found a beaming Ethan standing in front of him, he was really surprised, but very happy.
"C'mon in!" Tom said. "What's going on?"
"I had to come tell you!" Ethan said, walking past Tom, into the apartment. "I just got my stitches out! And my hand's OK! I can still play the piano!"
"That's GREAT!" Tom yelled.
"And I got my term paper back. I got an 'A+'! Thanks so much for helping me!" Ethan said.
"That's wonderful! And I loved helping you," Tom said.
He grabbed Ethan then and hugged him, and Ethan hugged him back. Neither seemed inclined to let go of each other too quickly. Eventually, they did part, although they both were blushing and smiling stupidly at each other, which made them grin and laugh a little.
"Well, you wanta stay and have a soda?" Tom asked.
"Sure," Ethan said, taking off his jacket and laying it on a chair.
"What kind would you like?" Tom asked, smiling.
"Anything's fine. Whatever's coldest," Ethan said.
While Tom went to the kitchen to get a couple cans of soda, Ethan began looking at all the things Tom had displayed on his bookshelves.
Tom chuckled when he returned and found Ethan intently studying a photo of himself as a boy, with his family.
"Your turn to get to know me better by checking out my things, eh?" he said.
Ethan blushed, but said, "do you mind?"
"Not at all! You can look at anything!" Tom said.
The two talked then for almost an hour, while Ethan looked at all of Tom's knick knacks, memorabilia, photos, and other things. Most of their conversation centered around questions Ethan asked Tom, related to what he was looking at. Tom was happy to answer all of Ethan's questions.
After a while, they sat down and talked a little more. While Ethan was telling him about a math test he'd taken that he found difficult, the phone rang. Tom excused himself to go answer it. While he was down the hall on the phone, Ethan casually picked up a magazine off the end table that was next to him. He didn't care for it, and rooted through the ones Tom had on the shelf underneath the table, looking for a more interesting one. He got a sudden shock when a gay porn magazine slid out from underneath the others, and landed on his foot. Ethan stared incredulously at it, then he picked it up and thumbed through it, looking at first to see if it was really an entirely gay magazine, which it was.
The pictures in the magazine were "HOT"! Ethan developed an instant hardon. A couple minutes later, as he was still looking through the magazine, and casually massaging his crotch, he heard Tom coming. He quickly shoved the magazine back under the others, and crossed his legs, hoping to hide his hardon.
Tom apologized and told Ethan he'd have to boot him out, as he had to run back over to the school for a few minutes. He asked Ethan if he was going to be at our apartment for supper, and Ethan told him he was. Tom said that he'd catch up with him there then, as he was going to be there too.
As Ethan stood up, Tom caught site of the bulge in Ethan's crotch. Ethan realized that Tom had seen it, and blushed.
"Don't sweat it! We all get them!" Tom said smiling.
Ethan smiled, but watched Tom curiously, and realized Tom's eyes kept darting back to his crotch. He also noticed Tom's crotch was beginning to tent. Tom went scarlet when he realized Ethan had noticed him looking at his crotch, and that he'd also seen that his dick was stiffening too.
Ethan blushed himself again, but smiled and said, "Like you said, we all get 'em!"
"Uh, yeah," Tom said, smiling back at Ethan.
The two stood contemplating each other for a minute. Then, finally, Ethan grabbed his jacket and put it on. Tom grabbed his too, and the two went out the door together. Saying good-bye, they each went to their own cars. Tom took off for the school, and Ethan drove over to our apartment.
When Ethan arrived at our place, I thought he was acting rather strangely. After his initial exuberance over his hand's recovery, and his term paper grade died down, he seemed quiet, and I got the impression he was watching me more than usual. Shortly, I noticed him nudge Simon and the two of them excused themselves and disappeared down the hall to Simon's room, and the door shut behind them. I snickered, figuring my suspicions were just the result of Ethan being extremely horny.
I went out to the kitchen to start cooking supper. We were going to have meat loaf with mashed potatoes and gravy, cornbread, and a salad.
"You found a 'WHAT?' at Tom's apartment?" Simon asked, incredulously, as he and Ethan sat facing each other on Simon's bed.
"A gay porn magazine!" Ethan said, equally as incredulously.
"So... does that mean Tom's gay too?" Simon asked.
"Well, why else would he have one? Besides, it would make sense. I mean he and Greg are really great friends! Greg's told us he's gay. Maybe they're MORE than just friends!" Ethan said.
"No way! Greg would've told me," Simon said, emphatically.
"Well, maybe they're not boyfriends, maybe they're just friends. Regardless, Tom's in the closet, or we'd know! Maybe Greg isn't telling us about them being boyfriends because Tom's in the closet. He is our principal too you know! It'd be BAD if the other kids found out he was gay!" Ethan said.
"I don't know. I almost think I'd feel a little betrayed if he is Greg's boyfriend," Simon said.
"Why? Greg's your guardian, not your boyfriend. Or... do you and Greg ever 'do things'?" Ethan asked, sounding a little suspicious.
"NO WAY! It's like he's my 'Dad'! Of course he's a damned CUTE 'Dad', and you and I have both seen him with a hardon. Sure, I'm a hot-blooded gay boy. I wouldn't mind checking him out. But, he's pretty straight-laced. He wouldn't want to do anything like that, even if I let him know I was interested. He's too much into being my 'Dad'!" Simon said, giggling. "I always kind of thought it'd bring us closer together, if we did fool around a little though. But NO. You're the only guy I 'do things' with."
"So you'd be interested in 'doing things' with Greg though?" Ethan asked.
"Eeth - you've seen the guy nude. Tell me you wouldn't be interested!" Simon said, snickering.
"Well, OK - you're right!" Ethan said, blushing, and grinning. "Anyway, both he and Tom are really HOT! It'd actually be a shame if they weren't having sex together - assuming Tom's gay! They both deserve to be getting some! I bet they're both great in bed! Shit- that was the doorbell. I bet that's Tom now!"
Simon jumped up and silently opened his door a crack and peered down the hall. Ethan stood over him, also looking down the hallway.
"C'mon, they're in the kitchen, let's go listen," Simon said.
The two boys crept quietly down the hallway, and stopped outside the door into the kitchen, and listened.
When Tom arrived, he had a cold six pack with him. He came out to the kitchen to sit with me while I cooked, and we cracked a couple bottles open.
I started to tell Tom about Ethan's good news, but he stopped me and told me that he knew. Then he told me about Ethan's visit to his apartment. He was so happy, he couldn't stop grinning.
"So Ethan stopped over all by himself?" I asked, grinning.
"Yeah!" Tom replied, grinning yet. "We were having a great visit too, but then I got a call and had to run back over to the school."
"Well, I expect it's just the first of many visits to come from now on. The boy likes you and looks up to you! I think he kind of thinks of you as a father-figure now," I said.
"Well, I hope so! But I kind of thought he thought of you that way. Anyway, I think he's pretty great!" Tom said, grinning. "It might be the closest I ever get to being a Dad!"
I laughed and said, "In reality, you're a father to over 1,200 kids everyday! I'd think you'd be tired of it!"
"NO WAY! Besides, there's no comparison between how I relate to the kids at school, and how I relate to Ethan and Simon" He said. "You feel that difference too, right?"
"Of course! I was just being a smart ass!" I said. "Nothing could compare to the love I feel for our two boys! I love them both like they were my own!"
"Me too!" Tom said. "I know Simon's closer to you of course, but I think Ethan feels closer to you than he does to me too. Although lately, he and I have been getting a little closer."
"Well, Simon does I expect, but I think Ethan's feeling closer to you these days!" I said, smiling.
"You really think so?" Tom asked, standing up and walking over to me.
"He stopped by your place first, didn't he?" I asked.
"Well, that's probably because I helped him when he cut himself," Tom said.
"It's because when you did that, he realized how much you care about him, and he's had time to think that over, and he likes it. If he didn't, he wouldn't have stopped over at your place first!" I said.
"That does make sense I guess! Anyway, I sure do like it that he seems to be getting closer to me," Tom said grinning. "I haven't been this happy in a long time! C'mere and give me wet one you!"
I snickered and turned toward Tom. He leaned in and kissed me on the lips. I kissed him back, and he kept on kissing me. As we kissed, I felt Tom begin groping my crotch, squeezing and kneading my genitals. My dick started to harden right away. I grabbed his crotch then, and found his dick was already hard. Suddenly, Tom pressed the palm of his hand flat against my belly, up under my T-shirt, then he stuffed it down the front of my pants, inside my briefs, until he was able to grasp my dick and straighten it out so it stuck out to my left. He wrapped his hand around my dick and began massaging it then, as we continued kissing.
I was just about to stick my hand down Tom's pants, when to my right, I heard what sounded like a strangled gasp.
"OH MY GOD!" Simon cried...
The next chapter in this series will be published shortly.