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The Abandoned Boy
Chapter 2
As the days went by, I settled into my job, and the kids all settled into being back at school.
I kept watch over Simon. Each morning when he arrived at school his hair looked like he'd just crawled out of bed. He never seemed to have any friends. At lunch time, the cafeteria ladies always fed him lunch, without charging him. I also ran into him coming from the boy's locker room with wet hair a couple more afternoons after school.
Each day, just before last period, which was study hall, I put a few pieces of fruit or some cookies or brownies on the corner of my desk. Most every time, I later noticed that something was missing. One day, Simon was the first student to come in. I was writing something on the board, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw him taking a banana off my desk. He realized I'd seen him and froze, staring at me.
"I'm sorry!" he croaked, looking miserably at me, and putting the banana back.
I smiled at him and said, "I know you've been helping yourself sometimes, and it's OK. You can help yourself anytime. It's really OK! And nobody else has to know about this, OK?"
I saw tears welling in Simon's eyes, and his lower jaw began to tremble. I put down the chalk and walked over to him.
"It's OK, really!" I said, "and Simon, I'm here for you, if you ever want or need someone to talk to, about anything!"
Simon sniffled, and blinked and rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand, as I sat on the edge of my desk smiling down at him.
"Thanks," he said, looking up at me, still rubbing his eyes.
I handed the banana back to him, along with a couple packages of cookies.
As other kids began to stream into the classroom, he quickly stuffed the food into his back pack and rubbed his eyes again, before starting to work on his math homework.
After that, I made sure I left some fruit and cookies on my desk each day. Simon quietly helped himself to some each day. I also started bringing in muffins or doughnuts in the morning, and Simon would help himself to one of them each day as well. He became more friendly with me, but got quiet anytime I tried to discuss his family life with him. Still, it was progress.
Tom and I continued biking a couple nights a week as well. As fall set in and it started getting dark earlier, our rides got shorter. Finally, it wasn't worth going out anymore, there was so little time. When we gave up our rides, Tom told me he was a member of a health club nearby where they had a lot of exercise equipment, and a pool and spa area. He said he went there a couple evenings a week, and wondered if I'd like to join too. I told him it sounded interesting, so I went with him one night, and while he worked out, I got the grand tour. It seemed to be a nice facility, and the price wasn't too bad, so I joined. After that, Tom and I started going there together a couple nights a week.
Mondays and Wednesdays were men's days, Tuesdays and Thursdays were just for women, and the weekend was co-ed. Usually we went Monday and Wednesday nights, as it was less crowded.
We worked out together, rode the stationary bikes, and sometimes even joined an aerobics class. Afterward, we'd swim some laps, before relaxing a while in the hot tub, sauna, and steam room.
There was a men's locker room and a ladie's locker room. Each had their own communal shower room.
On the first night Tom and I went to the club together, we ended up finally stripping in front of each other.
When we first arrived, we just stripped off our jeans, and pulled on shorts over our briefs. Then we went and worked out together for a while. Tom was pretty strong for a little guy. He seemed impressed with how strong I was too. When we'd finally exhausted ourselves, we headed for the locker room, to change into our swim suits.
I began stripping, immediately. Tom however, shyly turned his back to me, as he changed into his swim suit. So, I didn't get to see his cock, but I did get to see his ass! It was damned cute! I really wanted to reach out and fondle it, but of course I didn't. Tom was surprised when he turned around and found me facing him, completely naked. His eyes bugged out slightly when he saw my organ dangling between my legs.
"Told you I'd show it to you sometime!" I said snickering. Tom turned pink. Looking down, I thought I saw the bulge in his trunks twitch a little. When I looked back up at him, Tom was staring at my dick yet, which was pulsing slightly as I was becoming a bit arroused.
"You're huge!" he said finally, sounding a little awed.
I snickered then, which broke Tom's concentration on my dick. When he looked up at me he was beet red.
"I'm sorry Greg!" he said, looking miserably at me.
I snickered and said, "don't sweat it, I'm just as curious about your's!"
Before he could answer, I grinned and waggled my eyebrows at him, then turned and headed for the pool.
We swam for a while and relaxed afterward in the hot tub, sauna, and steam room. When we walked out of the steam room, I couldn't help noticing how sexy Tom looked. His body was slick and shiny with sweat and condensation from the steam room.
After we'd soaked and steamed enough, we headed back to the locker room. Again, I immediately stripped naked, and stuffed my clothes in my locker, and removed a towel and shampoo. Shyly, Tom stripped too, only this time he didn't turn away from me. When he finally pulled off his briefs, he released a good-sized hose for such a small guy. Flaccid it looked to be about 6" long, and relatively thick!
"Damn you're big for a little guy!" I said, chuckling.
Tom turned beet red, but smiled shyly at me when I looked up and winked at him. We went and showered then. There were other guys in the shower, so we both washed and rinsed, then dried, before going to get dressed. I noticed Tom faced away from me as much as possible and was quick about getting ready to go.
When we left, it was still early, so we stopped at a bar near our apartments and had a couple beers, before splitting up and heading back to our respective apartments.
When I crawled into bed later, I spent a few minutes leisurely stroking off, with some lube. As I pleasured myself, the image of Tom's dick kept flashing before me. Then I began to imagine him, lying in his bed, pleasuring himself as well. I could picture him laying there stroking away, his mouth open slightly and his eyes closed. His nostrils began flaring, and his strokes became faster. Then suddenly, his body tensed, and his face contorted a bit as he began spewing gobs of cum all over himself. With this imagery going through my mind, it wasn't long before I tensed up myself, and my face contorted, and I began shooting ropes of semen all over my chest and belly. As I lay in the aftermath of my orgasm, with cum dripping from the tip of my dick yet, I wondered just how long it would be before Tom and I finally hooked up.
I didn't have too long to wait. Tom and I worked out religiously a couple nights a week, and I noticed after a couple weeks that he'd become quite comfortable with me, even when we were naked together in the locker room.
One night during our third week of working out together, we finally ended up alone in the shower room. As we were soaping up, I saw that Tom was absentmindedly stroking his dick back and forth.
"You're gonna be awful clean down there," I said, chuckling.
"What?" he said, looking at me.
"And awful happy in a minute, if you keep on stroking it like that. Damn! You're big when you're hard!" I said snickering, as I felt my own dick growing.
Tom blushed then, and spun around. He was facing the door to the shower room then, and must've gotten afraid somone might walk in and catch him with a semi, as he spun back around again. He looked at me with a totally mortified expression on his face.
"Don't sweat it! I'm hard too! See?" I said.
Tom looked down and I pulled my soapy hand away from my now fully erect cock.
"Oh My God! You're Huge!" he said, gawking at my dick.
I snickered and wrapped my hand around my own cock and began sliding my soapy fist back and forth over it again. Tom looked at me and his eyes bugged out. "Greg!" he said, "We can't do this here! We could get caught!"
I snickered and said "OK, so do you want to go back to my place and finish this?"
Tom turned a couple shades redder, and just looked at me. He didn't answer.
I smiled at him and said, "OK then, let's finish up and head to my place!"
I started rinsing off. Tom never said a word, but both of us were still rock hard when we finished showering. It was a good thing the locker room was almost empty. We were able to face the far wall while we dressed, and nobody saw our erections. We dressed silently. When we were ready to go, I looked at Tom.
"My place then?" I asked, breathing a little heavier than usual.
Tom turned pink as he looked into my eyes. I could see he wanted to. My eyes must've told him I wanted him to come over as well. Finally, he nodded almost imperceptibly. I grinned at him, and he shyly smiled back at me. Then we walked out to the parking lot together. We'd driven together in my car. When we got to it and got in, I could see Tom's crotch was still tenting. Mine was too. Before I started the car, I reached over and gave Tom's crotch a squeeze, and he emitted a tiny gasp. When I released him, he looked at me a moment, then shyly reached over and squeezed my crotch as well, as I grinned at him. He let go of me then, and I started the car.
We rode silently back to my apartment. When we got out of the car, I noticed that Tom looked nervous. I smiled at him and headed for my apartment. Quietly, he followed me. We took off our jackets when we got inside. Glancing down I saw that Tom was still hard. He looked even more nervous, so I poured us each a glass of Wild Turkey, and grabbed a couple cold beers from the refrigerator. Tom immediately downed his bourbon, and followed it with a large swig of beer.
I smiled and told him to relax. Then I reached down and boldly cupped his package and gave it a squeeze. He closed his eyes and let out a gasp.
As I continued fondling the lump in Tom's jeans, he opened his eyes and looked into my mine, with a tortured look, and nervously said, "Greg, I don't know if we should be doing this... I'm your boss!" I smiled and said, "well, we're not at work now. Here, we're just friends, so why don't you relax, and let me see if I can rid you of some of your tension."
Then I dropped to my knees in front of him, and began unfastening his belt buckle. Tom didn't move as I unfastened the button on his jeans, and unzipped his fly. His hard cock twitched a couple times. I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of his jeans and pushed them down to the floor. Tom quickly reached into his briefs and adjusted his cock so that it wasn't bent. It was pointing to his left inside his briefs now. Gently, I molded my hand around it, and began moving it back and forth, as Tom let out a low moan. I rubbed the underside of his dick through his briefs a few seconds, and kissed the area just above Tom's waistband. Then I licked the few platinum hairs there that made up his treasure trail, as Tom's body trembled, and he moaned again. Finally, I stuck my thumbs in the waistband of his briefs and pushed them down to the floor, releasing his imprisoned hardon. It stuck out toward me now, angling upward and to Tom's left just a bit. It was right in front of my face. It was clean and dry, and I could smell the scent of the soap Tom had used in the shower.
I glanced up at Tom and saw him looking down at me nervously. I smiled, then turned my attention to his dick. Wrapping my hand around his shaft, I directed its head toward my mouth. Then I stuck out my tongue and licked around the head of it a couple times like I was licking a lollipop.
Tom let out a groan, as I took my hand off his cock and plunged my mouth down over as much of his 7-1/2" as I could. As the head of his cock nestled between my tonsils, I reached up and began fondling Tom's almost hairless testicles.
"Oh God Greg! That feels SO good!" Tom moaned, as I began sliding my mouth up and down the length of his shaft.
I started rhythmically sucking up and down on his cock then. As I did this, I reached between his legs, and rubbed my hand over his ass. Tom bent slightly forward then. I took this as an indication that he wanted me to finger his asshole, so I pressed my middle finger between his ass cheeks, and located his anus and began fingering it.
"OH yeah!" Tom exclaimed, as he leaned back against the wall, while I continued sucking his dick and fingering his asshole.
I kept on working on him, and within a minute he was moaning and twitching. I sped up just a little, and I felt his body begin to shake a little as he tensed up.
"Oh God! I'm gonna cum soon!" Tom cried, and he placed both his hands on the back of my head, and began to move his hips back and forth a little, in a fucking motion. I wrapped my forefinger and thumb around the base of Tom's dick and began masturbating him as well.
I continued working on Tom's dick and fingering his asshole, and he gently fucked in and out of my mouth. Soon, he began grunting, and I felt him tensing up. Then he stopped moving, and tensed up even more. "Oh FUCK!" he groaned, and I felt a huge wad of hot cum hit the back of my throat. I quickly swallowed, making room for the second blast that came almost immediately, accompanied by a gasp from Tom. He ejaculated several more times, each spasm emitting a smaller amount of jism than the previous one, until finally, he shuddered, and just a drop of sperm oozed from his piss slit. I let go of his cock then, and licked him clean and dry, and removed my finger from between his ass cheeks. I sat back on my heals, and Tom's hands dropped from my head. He was leaning back against the wall, looking up, breathing deeply, and smiling.
He looked down at me, smiled, and said "That was awesome Greg! Thanks so much!"
I grinned and said "My pleasure!"
"No! Mine!" he said, grinning, "and NOW, it'll be YOUR pleasure!"
He pulled me up from the floor, and still grinning, he said "How about you lie on the couch and let me do you now?"
I didn't need to be asked twice. But rather than heading for the couch, I pulled Tom by the hand and led him into the bedroom.
"Much nicer," he said smiling at me.
Tom pushed me down on the bed. He spread my knees apart then, and knelt on the floor between them. Then he took my hard cock in his hand and lowered his mouth over it, swallowing as much of my 8-1/2" as he could.
"Oh Tom!" I moaned, as he started to piston up and down my dick.
His mouth felt wonderful. I was disappointed when he didn't suck on my cock for very long though, and stopped. I looked down to see what he was doing. He picked up my legs from under my knees and pushed them up toward my chest, and apart, exposing my asshole. He grinned up at me laciviously, then suddenly leaned forward and buried his face in my ass crack. He started licking away at my asshole, rimming me, like I'd never been rimmed before.
"Oh MY GOD!" I groaned, as Tom's shoved his tongue right through my sphincter, and up inside my rectum.
He started to tongue fuck my asshole then. At the same time he grasped my cock in his hand and began masturbating me. The sensations were incredible! I was writhing and moaning with ecstasy, as my cute little blond boss stuffed his tongue in and out of my hole and jerked me off! I knew it wouldn't be long before I came. I could feel my jism starting to churn. Tom ramrodded his tongue in and out of me for another minute or so, then he stopped and went back to sucking my cock. He spit on his index and middle fingers first though and shoved them both up my ass and began finger-fucking me while he sucked on me. Within a few seconds, he located my prostate and began rubbing it, and I went wild. I began thrashing about and whimpering, as I felt my orgasm beginning.
"Oh Fuck Tom! I'm gonna blow!" I yelled.
He started sucking and fucking me faster and harder, and in a couple of seconds, I was grunting and gasping, and blowing my load down his throat. Tom swallowed all my cum, and didn't stop sucking or finger-fucking me until I was completely finished. Only then did he pull his hand from my ass, and spit my cock out.
"Oh My God that was incredible!" I exclaimed, as Tom rocked back on his heels, grinning up at me.
When I'd finally recovered, I sat up. Tom was still smiling at me, sitting back on his heels, between my knees. I smiled at him. Then I leaned forward and kissed him tenderly on the lips. He leaned toward me and kissed me back. Both of us parted our lips and began swirling our tongues together. I could still taste the remnants of my cum in his mouth. We wrapped our arms around each other and kissed for a couple minutes, then finally parted. Tom looked sad, and apologized then, saying he had to leave. He was expecting a long distance call that he had to take. So we dressed and said goodnight to one another.
That was the first of many regular visits Tom made to my apartment. I made just as many to his as well. From that night on, Tom and I became regular sex partners, experiencing everything from mutual masturbation to full-blown anal intercourse. Even though we both preferred to be "tops", on those occasions when we butt-fucked, we both good-naturedly took turns "bottoming" for each other. We both soon found we liked that position as well!
Although many nights we slept together after our sexual encounters, our relationship never developed into a full-fledged romance. Instead, we became the closest of friends and fantastic fuck-buddies for each other. In essence, we became like brothers to one another. It was, and continues to be, a very rewarding and enjoyable relationship.
As the weeks went by, Simon's situation remained unchanged. He would take something to eat off my desk each morning and afternoon. Lunchtime, the cafeteria ladies fed him. And I still found him leaving the boy's locker room almost daily, always with wet hair. He did his school work, but I noticed he didn't have many school supplies, so I bought him some and left them on his desk one day before homeroom. He looked questioningly at me when he saw them. I winked at him. At first he looked upset, but then he smiled sadly and mouthed "thank you" to me.
Things seemed to go along as usual, until a couple of strange things happened in mid-October.
One day, I was leaving school right after classes, as nobody was staying late. As I was walking to the parking lot, I saw Simon go into the locker room. I waited a minute, and was about to follow him in and see what he was doing. Before I could, a senior I didn't know, walked up to the locker room door, looked around furtively, then went in. I waited a few minutes, thinking the senior was just going in to use the bathroom and would be right out. When, after a few minutes, he hadn't reappeared, I walked over and went in. As I entered, I heard the senior's voice coming from the shower area. He said "... was great! Five right?" Then after a pause he said, "Tomorrow again, OK?" Another pause, then footsteps. I ducked behind a locker, and the senior strode past, not noticing me. He was smiling, and looked flushed. I heard a shower start then, and walked over and peeked in. Simon was standing under the shower. He was facing away from me. He was skin and bones. I noticed he had a cute little ass though. He was looking up at the spigot, letting water fill his mouth. When his mouth was full, he looked down and spit the water out on the floor. Then he started to turn toward me, so I ducked aside. I wanted so much to peek again and see if I could catch a glimpse of his frontside, especially his dick, but I didn't want to risk getting caught, so I quickly tiptoed from the locker room.
The next day, I went back to the locker room to see what Simon and the other boy were doing, but I was running late, and got there just as the senior, who again was smiling and looked flushed, came whistling out the door. I stepped inside after he'd left, and heard the shower running, so I left.
I never got another chance to try again, as I had students staying after school every day. I thought about asking Simon what was going on, but doubted he'd tell me. I did ask Tom about the senior though. He said the boy's name was Ethan, he was a nice kid, and a brilliant pianist.
There's a baseball field across the road from my complex. The Sunday after I first saw Simon and Ethan in the locker room, I glanced over at the ball field on my way out, and saw Simon sitting on the bleachers. I was late, or I would've gone over to see what he was up to.
Monday at school, I asked him what he'd been doing over there. He said he'd just been hanging out, that he lived nearby, then he changed the subject.
Over the next couple weeks, I watched the baseball field. I saw Simon there a few more times. Usually, he was going into or coming out of one of the dugouts. He was always alone though.
Then, one day just before Halloween, Tom and Officer Hankel came to my classroom and asked if I knew anything more about Simon's situation. I told them I was supplying him with food and school supplies. They looked at me soberly and Tom said Simon's parents had never responded to his calls or letters, so they'd just driven over to Simon's house. Simon's mother was home. She was drunk. When they'd asked about Simon, she said he wasn't living there anymore, hadn't been for months. She had no idea where he was, and didn't give a damn!
"Do you have any idea where Simon is living?" Officer Hankel asked.
Then it hit me! Suddenly it all made sense! That's why his clothes were a wreck! That's why he had no food, money, and school supplies! And that's why he was showering in the boy's locker room each afternoon! And...
"OH Holy Shit!" I said, "I think I know where he is. But you have to let me go alone to get him. OK?"
"Well... I suppose it's OK," Officer Hankel said.
He gave me his phone number and they left. I left too.
I noticed when I got outside it had gotten very cold suddenly. All I could think of was how Simon must be freezing. I drove home quickly, went in, and changed into jeans and a sweat shirt. Then I threw on my jacket and headed back outside. I walked across the road to the baseball field. Seeing no one, I headed for the dugout I'd seen Simon hanging out at.
As I approached the dugout, I heard a cough emanate from within. I walked over to the door and looked in. My heart just about broke. There sat Simon on the floor, his back up against the wall. He had a thin little blanket wrapped around him, and he was shivering quite visibly. He was eating some cookies he'd picked up off my desk. His back pack was sitting next to him. He looked up at me, and his face clouded. He looked mortified, and scared.
"Why didn't you tell me Simon?" I asked.
Tears welled in the boy's blue eyes as he looked up at me. I walked over, knelt by him, and put a hand on his shoulder.
"It's alright Simon, I want to help you!" I said.
Tears started to run down his cheeks then. I turned and sat down next to him, and wrapped an arm around him. He felt cold. He turned and looked at me, sniffling, as tears filled his eyes. Then, he leaned into me, buried his face against my chest, and began crying quietly. I wrapped my arms around him and held him as he finally gave in and began sobbing...
Happy Holidays everyone!
The next chapter in this series will be published shortly.