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The Abandoned Boy
Chapter 25
When I walked into the apartment, I was surprised to see Rob sitting alone on the floor of the hallway. I was more surprised when he looked up and I saw that he was crying.
"Hey! What's wrong?" I asked, taking off my jacket, dropping it on the floor, and going over and squatting down in front of him.
"I've ruined everything for Simon," he said, sniffling.
"How's that?" I asked.
"Ethan was here. Simon told him what was going on," Rob said.
"OK, but how did that ruin things?" I asked.
Rob snuffled some more, then looked down at the floor. "I did something this morning. Simon told Ethan about it, and he got angry and left."
My mind shot back to the black Camaro Tom and I'd seen racing down the road, and the fact that the roads were getting icy.
"When did he leave here?" I asked, worriedly.
"Just a few minutes ago," Rob said.
"Where's Simon?" I asked, praying he hadn't gone with Ethan.
"Your room," Rob said. "I tried to talk to him, but he didn't want to talk to me."
Still worrying about Ethan, but relieved that Simon wasn't out on the road too, I said, "Did you two have a fight or something?"
"No," Rob said. "But, I'm sure he's blaming me for Ethan leaving like he did."
"Well, sit tight, I'm sure it's nothing. Let me go talk to Simon, then you and I can talk afterward," I said.
Rob just looked at me dolefully and nodded.
I got up then, opened the door into my room, and went in.
Simon was lying on his stomach on my bed. His hair and clothes were wet, his face was buried in a pillow, and he was shaking. I couldn't tell if he was shaking because he was crying, shivering, or both.
"Hey! What's wrong?" I said, softly, as I sat down next to him.
Simon turned and looked at me and I saw that he was crying. He turned over and sat up suddenly. Then, he wrapped his arms around me, buried his face against my chest and started crying harder still.
All I could do, as he wept, was hold the boy, and tell him everything would be alright. Eventually he calmed down. When he did, I squeezed him gently, kissed him on the top of his head and told him I loved him. And, I told him I'd do whatever I could to help him fix whatever the problem was.
Simon sat back against the wall then and looked at me and said, "It's all my fault. Ethan's gone, and he probably won't be coming back. There's nothing you can do about it."
Simon sat there looking sadly at me, sniffling, as a couple tears ran down his cheek.
"Simon, can you tell me what happened, that Ethan's so upset about? Because I wouldn't think he'd be so upset over Rob being here with us," I said.
Simon looked at me with a miserable and guilty look on his face.
"Whatever happened, I know nobody did anything on purpose to cause things to get screwed up," I said. "So tell me what happened, and maybe I can help."
Simon looked sadly at me, took a deep breath, and then told me about what happened that morning in bed with Rob.
"...So, if I hadn't let it go as far as it went, maybe it wouldn't have seemed so bad." Simon said, snuffling. "Maybe I shouldn't have told Ethan at all!"
Simon looked up at me then, to see what my reaction was to what he'd told me.
While I was in with Simon, Rob was sitting in the hallway, thinking. He wanted to do something to fix things, but he wasn't sure what to do.
After a while, with tears in his eyes yet, he got up. He walked over to my desk and pulled out the phone book and flipped through it. Finding what he was looking for, he wrote down the information on a piece of scrap paper. He looked up something else then and wrote down that information as well, then he shoved the paper into his pocket. He wrote a quick note, and left it on my desk. Then he put the phone book back and walked down the hallway to Simon's room.
A few minutes later, he came back out of Simon's room, carrying his duffel and book bags. He put on his jacket, and took a last sad look around the apartment. His gaze fell on the Christmas tree, and he felt tears welling in his eyes again. Quietly he opened the door then, slipped out, and shut it behind him. Then he went downstairs and left the building, and walked off into the cold, rainy night, as fast as the icy pavement would allow.
When Tom pulled into his appartment complex's parking lot, he parked as close to his building as possible. Then he ran as fast as he dared, across the icy parking lot, through the rain, and into his building. He dashed up the stairs, wanting to get to the phone and call Ethan's house. He had to make sure it wasn't Ethan who'd been in the wreck he'd passed on his way home.
As Tom rounded the corner at the top of the stairs, he stopped short, and smiled. Down the hallway, sat Ethan, leaning against his door! Extremely relieved, Tom started walking toward him.
"You don't know how glad I am to see you!" Tom said, grinning, as he walked up to Ethan. "Earlier Greg and I saw what looked like your car speeding by Smitty's, and just now I passed a bad accident back at Deadman's Curve. I was afraid it might be you! Thank god it wasn't!"
When Ethan looked up at Tom, and Tom saw that Ethan was crying, his grin faded immediately.
"Well, that was probably me driving by Smitty's," Ethan said, sniffling. "But, the accident had already happened when I came past."
"What's wrong Ethan? Are you OK?" Tom asked, kneeling down in front of him.
"C-can I come in?" Ethan asked.
"Of course!" Tom said, getting up and unlocking his door. "C'mon."
Ethan got up then, and followed Tom inside. They both took off their jackets. Ethan sat down on the couch, and Tom sat down next to him.
"OK, what's wrong?" Tom asked, looking worriedly at Ethan.
Ethan told Tom what had happened at our apartment, and everything Simon had told him.
"Wow!" Tom said, when Ethan had finished.
"That's it? Wow?" Ethan asked, looking at Tom.
"No. Of course not." Tom said, smiling wryly. "You should know though that I was aware, that Rob was staying at Greg's place."
"You knew?" Ethan asked.
"Yes, but I only just found out earlier today," Tom said.
"Oh," Ethan said.
"So, you feel then that Simon betrayed you, and was cheating on you?" Tom asked.
"Well, yeah! Don't you think he was?" Ethan asked, somewhat incredulously.
"Well, no, not really," Tom said. "Although, I can see why you might feel that way."
"He let the guy masturbate him! Then, THEN... he let him suck his dick! Damn Right he was cheating!" Ethan declared, argumentatively.
"Well, Ethan, it's not as if he offered himself to Rob. And he did stop him!" Tom said.
"But he didn't stop him right away!" Ethan said. "He let him fondle him, and then he let him roll him over and suck his cock! He should've stopped him as soon as he wrapped his hand around his dick!"
Tom spent some time talking to Ethan, trying to convince him that Simon hadn't been cheating on him, although he admitted, it might not really have been appropriate that he let Rob go quite as far as he did.
Ethan couldn't accept any of Tom's arguments on Simon's behalf. All he could think about was the fact that Simon hadn't acted soon enough to stop Rob. That, he considered, was 'cheating'!"
Finally, as it was getting late, Tom suggested they sleep on it, and pick up their discussion the next day, as he felt they'd have time. With the way the ice was building up outside, Tom was certain it would be a snow day!
"I better get going then," Ethan said.
"Not on your life!" Tom said, sternly. "It's WAY too icy out there! You're spending the night here!"
Ethan looked at Tom then. He was going to argue the point, but it was late, and he was tired, and he really didn't feel like being alone, so he gave Tom a small smile and thanked him.
Meanwhile, back at our apartment, Simon and I talked over what had happened between him and Rob, and the consequences it had had on his relationship with Ethan.
Simon understood that he'd handled things a little poorly with Rob. He realized he didn't stop Rob soon enough, when Rob started playing with his penis.
However, Simon also understood that I didn't feel it really constituted cheating on Ethan all that much. He was happy when I told him that I'd help him try and get Ethan back.
We discussed Rob then. Simon didn't want to screw things up for him. I told him it would all work out. Rob would be staying with us, until we could work something else out for him. But, to keep everyone happy, I'd offer Rob a choice of sleeping with me, or on the couch. That way there'd be nothing that would make Ethan feel uncomfortable. Smiling, Simon agreed.
Simon and I emerged from my bedroom then, to talk with Rob. He was nowhere to be found! We went through the whole apartment looking for him.
"OH NO!" I heard Simon cry from the living room. Racing out, I found Simon reading a note near my desk.
"What's that?" I asked.
"He's gone! Rob's gone!" Simon said, handing me the note he'd left.
In his note, Rob appologized for causing any problems, thanked us for our help, but said he didn't want to cause anymore trouble, so he was leaving. He also said he was going to try and find Ethan and make him understand that Simon loved him, and nobody else, and that he hadn't cheated on him. He thanked us again, and said not to worry about him, that he'd find a place to stay.
I picked up the phone and dialed Ethan's number. After it rang a few times, the answering machine picked up. I left a message for Ethan, asking him to pick up if he was there, and to call later, no matter what time it was, if he wasn't home yet. Nobody picked up the call while I was leaving the message either. I knew Mrs. Rodman would be at work, but I'd expected Ethan to be home. My mind went back again, to the speeding Camaro and icy roads. As I was about to I hang up and call Tom, the phone suddenly went dead.
"I bet the ice brought a tree branch down, and snapped a wire somewhere," I said, after I hung up and tried picking up the phone, but found it still dead.
"What do we do now?" Simon asked.
I looked out the window. Rob was nowhere to be seen.
"I don't know," I said. "It's too icy for us to chance going out and driving around looking for him. Maybe Rob'll realize the weather's too bad to be out in, and he'll come home!"
Worried, we both sat down on the couch next to each other to wait and see if Rob returned, or the phone line got repaired. Eventually we both fell asleep.
At Tom's apartment, he and Ethan had gotten ready for bed, and were about to climb in.
"uh uh uh!" Ethan said, as Tom went to get in bed with his boxers on. "You know the rules! We all sleep naked!"
Ethan stripped off his own boxers then, and waited for Tom to do the same.
As Tom looked at the naked boy, he felt his penis beginning to twitch.
"God he's beautiful," Tom thought to himself, as his gaze traveled from Ethan's handsome face, with its soulful dark eyes, pouting red lips, and cute little dark brown soul patch, down over his firm pectorals, with their pert nipples, then further down over his flat, ribbed abdomen, and still further, down along his faint, dark, treasure trail and over his dark, curly, pubic mound, coming to rest finally on his semi-erect penis, behind which hung a cute, nearly hairless sack containing two nice-sized testicals.
Tom looked at him for a minute, then decided he had to get into the bed quickly, or Ethan would see his penis hardening. So, rather than arguing with him, he quickly stripped off his boxers and hopped into bed. Ethan crawled in next to him.
The two talked a bit. Ethan reminisced sadly about some of our fun 'Snuggle times'. He started getting upset after a couple minutes, as everything reminded him of Simon. Soon, he was on the verge of tears, thinking about the fun we'd all had, and how we probably wouldn't anymore.
"C'm'ere," Tom said, softly.
Ethan looked at Tom, and Tom smiled and motioned for him to snuggle up to him. Ethan rolled over then, a little further than Tom had intended. He ended up straddling Tom's right leg, laying almost completely on top of Tom's torso. Tom realized he was upset though, so he just wrapped his arms around Ethan, and held him, as the boy wept softly for a minute. Afterward, he and Tom laid there, wrapped in each other's arms. It didn't take too long before the closeness caused Ethan's prick to begin expanding though. As soon as Tom felt this, his penis, which had softened when Ethan had become upset, began to stiffen up again too. Soon, they were both hard as rocks, and their penises were pressed against each other, between their bodies.
They continued laying there together that way, each very aware of the other's manhood, neither knowing exactly what to do about it.
After a minute, Ethan who was hornier than hell by then, took Tom's inaction, as a sign he was enjoying the closeness, and sexual tension. Slowly and ever so gently, Ethan reached down between their bodies. Momentarily raising his hips slightly to allow his hand access between their bodies, he moved both of their hardons, so that they were lying more comfortably, next to each other, pointing up toward their faces. Then, as he settled back down, he gently ground his pelvis into Tom's. It felt great. He knew that Tom must've enjoyed the feeling too, as he heard Tom swiftly draw in his breath. As Tom didn't make a move to stop him, Ethan began gently humping his pelvis up and down a little, causing his and Tom's penises to rub pleasurefully between their abdomens, side-by-side right up against each other.
Tom knew he should stop Ethan, but he wanted to see just how far Ethan would go. Besides, if he let Ethan go a little further, he might be able to use this as an example of why Simon wasn't cheating on him with Rob. Of course, he was really enjoying the feelings he was experiencing a lot too, so he really didn't wantto stop the boy yet either!
When Tom didn't stop him, Ethan began grinding his hard cock against Tom a little harder. After a minute he pushed the top half of his body up and looked passionately into Tom's eyes. He leaned in then and kissed Tom gently on the lips.
Tom kissed Ethan back, but then gently pushed him off of him, and onto his side. Tom rolled over onto his side facing him. He smiled at Ethan and said, "You're a beautiful young man Ethan, and any man would be very lucky to have you want to be intimate this way with them. But Ethan, I love you too much to let you go any further! I also love Greg, and wouldn't want to hurt him either."
Disappointed, Ethan looked at Tom and said, "I know. I figured you'd stop me. But you didn't want to stop did you?"
"No Ethan, I really didn't want to, but I had. If I didn't stop you, I'd be cheating on Greg, wouldn't I?" Tom said, looking at Ethan pointedly.
"Well...yeah, I suppose," Ethan said.
"Well, do you think that what I let you do just now should be considered cheating on Greg too?" Tom asked.
"No! You stopped me," Ethan said.
"Yes, I did! But... I let you go a few seconds, and I let you kiss me, and I even kissed you back before I stopped you. And, those weren't just father-son kisses. I could've stopped you sooner, and not kissed you that way!" Tom said. "So! Was I cheating on Greg?"
Ethan looked a little confused then, but finally said, "no."
"Why not?" Tom asked.
"Because you stopped me before it went TOO far," Ethan said, resignedly.
"Well, didn't I just do with you, what Simon did with Rob? I didn't invite you to start getting sexual with me. Simon didn't invite Rob to either. When you did, I let you go for a few seconds, and I even kissed you, before I stopped you. I didn't stop you right away. Well, Simon didn't stop Rob immediately either. We did both stop you guys though. I stopped you because I love Greg, even though I love you too. Simon stopped Rob, because he loves you, even though I'm sure he at least likes Rob as well! In both cases, someone we care about got intimate with us. Sure, we both liked the feelings we got from it. We wouldn't be human if we didn't. But, we both have someone else in our lives, who we love, in a romantic way. So, we both stopped the action. You said it yourself. I wasn't cheating on Greg. So do you still think Simon was cheating on you?" Tom said.
Ethan thought for a minute, then looked at Tom miserably and said, "I fucked up big time didn't I?"
Tom smiled, and said, "I'm sure it's not too late to fix things!"
"But... Wasn't I just cheating on Simon?" Ethan asked, miserably.
Tom smiled again and said, "No. In your mind, you'd left Simon for good. So you were a free agent. You could be with anyone you wanted to."
Ethan grinned.
"That's right!" he said. "I gotta call Simon!"
Ethan rolled over and grabbed the phone. He dialed our apartment, but the call didn't go through, and he got a "the number you have dialed..." message saying there was a problem connecting. He tried twice more, each time getting the same result.
"That's weird," Ethan said.
"Maybe there's trouble with the lines," Tom said. "Could be the ice brought them down."
"Can I use your cell?" Ethan asked.
Tom reached over to his night stand and pulled it out of its charger and handed it to Ethan. He tried our apartment, but it didn't work either.
"I need to go over there!" Ethan said.
"ABSOLUTELY NOT!" Tom said. "There's an ice storm raging out there! Simon isn't going anywhere. He loves you. He's not gonna stop anytime soon. You can talk to him in the morning."
"But I want to tell him now!" Ethan said.
"I know," Tom said. "You can't though."
"Why don't they have a cell phone?" Ethan complained.
Tom snickered and said, "Greg hates them!"
"The computer! They have Road Runner! It doesn't use the phone lines. Maybe Simon's on-line!" Ethan cried, and leaped out of bed. "Can I use your computer?"
Tom chuckled and got up. He and Ethan walked naked, out to the living room. Tom logged onto his PC, and turned it over to Ethan. Ethan brought up AIM under his screen name. Simon wasn't on-line though.
"Well, it's late," Tom said, peering out a crack in the curtains, at the freezing rain as it pelted down. "And he's not necessarily expecting you to be on-line. C'mon, let's go to bed. We'll be up early anyway. The superintendent will be calling about whether or not there's school. You can try calling again then."
"Well, Maybe I'll send a quick e-mail. Just in case he comes on later. Is that OK?" Ethan said.
Tom chuckled and said, "Sure. I'm going to bed. Shut the computer down and come crawl in with me when you're done."
Ethan grinned.
"Thanks," he said. Then he turned back to the computer and brought up his e-mail account.
Tom went back to bed. Twenty minutes later, after typing a huge emotional e-mail to Simon, Ethan crawled into bed with Tom.
"Aren't you cold, after sitting out there naked all this time?" Tom asked.
"A little," Ethan said.
"Well, snuggle up to me if you want, but no sex this time!" Tom said, snickering.
Ethan grinned in the darkness, but rolled over and snuggled up to Tom, who was warm and toasty. Tom wrapped his arm around the cold boy and Ethan nuzzled into the crook of his arm. Both of them yawned then, as they settled together.
Soon the two were sleeping...
The next chapter in this series will be published shortly.
Author's note: Watch for my new single-chapter story entitled "My Son's Sexuality", which I posted recently under the 'Bisexual - High School" category. Enjoy!