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The Abandoned Boy
Chapter 5
I woke up to something tickling my chest. As I opened my eyes a slit, I saw Simon's arm in front of my eyes. Glancing downward, I saw that he was tracing his finger through my chest hairs around my right nipple. Looking to my right, I saw he was leaning on his elbow, looking at me.
"Hey!" I said.
Simon ripped his hand away from my chest, and turned scarlet.
I snickered and said, "relax, you weren't doing anything wrong."
Simon looked at me uncertainly, so I reached over and ran my finger around his left nipple a couple times. At first, he grinned at me, but within seconds he started giggling, as it apparently tickled him. That was a mistake on his part, because it made me want to tickle him more. I rolled over onto my side and began running both my hands all over Simon's smooth, hairless torso. I even let my fingertips wander up into his armpits, each of which had just a small tuft of hair. Within seconds, I had the boy giggling and thrashing about uncontrollably. I stopped then, grinning at him. As his giggles subsided, he smiled back at me.
"Sleep well?" I asked.
"Yeah, real good," he said, "How about you?"
"OK, I guess," I said.
Simon's face clouded then, "you're still upset about everything aren't you?"
"No, it's not what you're thinking. I was just thinking about a couple things I think we need to take care of, because of what happened." I said.
"Like what?" Simon asked, looking warily at me.
"Well, for one thing, I'd like a doctor check you over, to make sure that you're OK," I said.
"Why? My butt's not that bad. Or, do you think I might have caught somekind of VD or something?" he asked, worriedly.
"Well, I doubt that you did, but it's always best to be 100% certain," I said.
He looked at me for a minute, then said, "OK I guess. What else?"
"Well, I'd like you to tell me the names of everyone you were with too," I said.
"W-what? Why? What are you going to do?" he asked, looking fearful now.
"Relax. I don't know if I'm going to do anything, but I think I should know who they were," I said.
"Do I have to tell you?" he asked.
"Well, I'm certainly not going to beat you or make you walk over hot coals if you don't tell me, but I'm hoping you'll trust me and tell me, just because I asked!" I said.
Simon sat silently looking at me. Finally, he said "I don't know. I promised you I wouldn't do that anymore. Can't we just forget it happened?"
I thought minute, and said, "Well, for now maybe. We'll see. How many were there all together though? Do you remember?"
Simon reddened slightly, but said, "It wasn't that many. Only six. The guy at the grocery store, the drugstore guy, the waiter, and three guys from school."
"Ethan is one of the school kids right? I'd like to at least know who the other two kids from school are," I said.
Simon looked upset and hesitated, but finally he said, "Jack Keller and Steve Ingalls. But, please don't do anything!"
"Ingalls?" I asked sharply, "From our homeroom?"
"Yes, but Greg, please-" Simon pleaded.
"Relax, I promise you that if I do anything, they won't bother you again! Do you know Ethan's last name?" I said.
Simon looked at me nervously but finally, he said "Rodman. But Greg, Ethan's a nice guy. PLEASE don't do anything bad to him! I-I kinda like him, and I think he likes me. The last time we were together, he did me too! I tried to give him his money back then, but he wouldn't take it back. And he's brought me some food and some old clothes of his too. Please! You have to leave him alone!"
"Don't worry Simon, everything will be fine," I said.
He looked dubiously at me, but didn't say anything else.
As we laid looking at one another, I noticed a couple of fading bruises on Simon's torso. I reached out and touched one.
"How'd you get these?" I asked.
Simon looked sadly at me. "They're from the last time I snuck home to try and get some of my things," he said.
"Who gave them to you?" I asked.
"My step-father. He was drunk." Simon said.
"Was that the only time he hit you?" I asked.
"No," Simon said, looking away from me.
"Did he hit you all the time?" I asked.
Simon was quiet a few seconds, then quietly he said, "yeah."
"Guess that's why you don't want to go back there then, huh?" I said.
"That's part of it," Simon said.
"I'm sorry Simon. Do you want to talk about the rest of it?" I said.
"No. It's OK, I don't care about him, or my mother anymore either. There's only been one person in my life who ever gave a damn about me, and that's my father. But he died about three years ago." Simon said.
"Well, you have a second person in your life who cares about you now," I said smiling at him.
Simon grinned then and said, "I know. Thanks Greg!"
I grinned and grabbed the boy and hugged him. He hugged me back. Simon relaxed his grip on me, but didn't try to break away from me, so we laid together contentedly for a few minutes.
Shortly though, I realized that Simon's penis was pressing against me more than it had been. Within seconds it was obvious that he was getting an erection. He quickly broke away from me, rolling over onto his back. His face went red, as he realized from the look on my face that I must've noticed.
"I'm sorry Greg," he said, looking mortified.
I snickered and said, "it's OK Simon, hardons happen all the time! Besides, you're not alone. I'm gettin' one too!"
"Huh?" he asked, looking at me.
I felt my face go red then, as he looked at the tent my penis was creating beneath the blankets.
Simon snickered then, but I noticed that the bulge where his crotch was, started to pulsate a little. He turned a little redder when he realized I probably could see his stiffy dancing around.
"OK, this is embarrassing," I said, "I guess there's no way they're just gonna go away by themselves at this point. And Sooner or later I expected we'd see each other hard. Might as well get it over with right away. So, I'm going to go shower."
I pushed back the covers, and got up. I heard a small gasp from Simon, as my now fully erect penis came into view. When I looked at him, his eyes were glued to my crotch. Suddenly he looked up and me. He looked extremely embarrassed.
"Sorry, it's just that you're so big!" he said, looking at my dick again.
I snickered and said, "and you're not? That's quite the tent you're pitching!"
Simon looked at me a second, then smiling shyly he shoved the blankets down, exposing his own engorged member. I'd seen it soft, but not hard. Hard, it looked to be about 7" long.
I snickered again, and said, "well, I really didn't mean you had to show me your's. But that's OK. And, uh... nice dick you got there!"
Simon grinned and tinged a little more red. "You too," he said shyly, which caused me to blush more, as my dick gave a twitch.
I turned to go to the bathroom. As I went out the door I said, "you'll find a tube of lube in the drawer of the nightstand if you're so inclined."
I looked back at Simon who was turning crimson then.
"Enjoy! I'll take my time." I said.
I didn't think Simon could get any redder, but he did. He grinned though too, and shyly said "thanks."
I winked at him, then headed for the bathroom.
True to my word, I took a nice, long, shower, and spent a long time washing my genitals and ass. First I used the hand held showerhead, directing the spray at my scrotum. It felt great. Slowly, I ran the spray along the underside of my erection, until the spray hit that spot just in front of the ring meat, but behind the head. I held it there a couple minutes, which excited me so much, I almost came right away. I ran the spray back over my balls again, and between my legs to my ass. I squatted a little then, and directed the spray onto my asshole. That felt great too! Eventually, I knew I needed to get finished up, so I hung up the showerhead, and squirted a handful of hair conditioner in my hand. I let it warm up a few seconds, then slathered it all over my hardon. I wrapped my fist around my dick then and began slowly and sensually gliding my hand up and down my rod, while I reached behind me with my other hand and ran it up and down between my ass cheeks, concentrating especially on my hole. Within a minute or so, I felt my orgasm building and started jerking off a bit faster. Then suddenly, my first spasm hit, and I ejaculated a huge rope of cum all over the shower curtain. I continued jacking off, as one glorius spasm was followed by another. I spewed what seemed to be buckets of cum all over the shower curtain. Eventually, my orgasm ended, and I began to relax. As I finished stroking my cock, one last spasm caused my body to tremble, and I oozed a last couple drops of cum out my cock. It gathered into one big drop on the tip of my dick, which finally dripped down onto the shower floor.
Totally spent, and breathing heavily, I rinsed off, then washed down the shower curtain. Finally I shut off the shower. As I reached for a towel, I thought I heard Simon groan through the wall that was shared with the bedroom. Grinning to myself, I began drying off. It sounded like he moaned a couple more times, while I dried myself. Then all was silent. I got dressed and went out into the hallway. The door to my room was open, so I stopped in front of it and looked in. Simon was laying naked on my bed with his legs splayed. His rapidly deflating, well-lotioned, hardon was still in his right hand, and there were streaks of cum splattered all over his belly and chest. He turned crimson and looked mortified, when he saw me look in the door. Apparently he hadn't heard me leaving the bathroom.
I felt bad for the boy, and my face reddened a bit, as I said "sorry, thought since the door was open, you were finished."
I headed for the kitchen then. A couple minutes later, I heard the shower start. About 15 minutes later, a still red-faced Simon joined me in the kitchen.
"Sorry about earlier," I said.
"It's my fault, I should've closed the door," he muttered, turning a bit redder.
I grinned and said, "no biggie, you weren't doing anything I wasn't doing in the shower myself. And I do it all the time! All guys do. So, you don't have anything to be embarrassed about. By the way, that was some load of cum you shot all over yourself!"
Simon groaned, and hid his face, as he turned purple. I chuckled and mussed his hair, as I asked him what he'd like for breakfast.
He smiled sheepishly as he looked up at me and said "anything's fine thanks."
I grinned and winked at him, then started making pancakes.
After we had our breakfast, since we didn't have Simon's new furniture yet, there was nothing for us to do. It had turned out to be a nice day, so we put on heavy sweatshirts, and packed a back pack of snacks and drinks. Then, I took Simon to the park with all the trails through it, where Tom and I used to go biking. We checked the map and selected a trail that was about 6-1/2 miles long, and set off hiking. It was a nice trail, and we enjoyed walking along it. We stopped every so often to look at the creek that ran alongside the trail, and take some pictures. Every so often we encountered other people who were hiking as well. About half way along, we stopped and snacked on the food in my back pack. Later, as we got close to the beginning of the trail again, it suddenly got cloudy and cold. We were both glad to get back to the car.
As we came past the shopping plaza on our way back to the apartment, we stopped and ran into the video rental store and rented a couple of movies. Then we drove home and spent the rest of the day laying around watching the movies.
I went to pee at one point and noticed that the tube of Preparation 'H' I'd bought for Simon was laying on the bathroom vanity, and that it had been used. When I returned to the living room, I asked Simon if it was helping. He looked embarassed, but said it was, that it had taken away all the itching. I told him to use it as directed, and that hopefully, his asshole would get better soon.
We went to bed early that evening, as we were both tired from the day's hike. Simon insisted again that we both sleep naked. Since we'd already done so the previous two nights, I didn't see a problem with continuing the tradition, besides it was more comfortable sleeping nude. I was laying on my side facing away from Simon. Simon must've thought I was sleeping, because just as I was about to drift off, he surprised me by rolling over and snuggling up against my back. As he pressed up against me, and wrapped his arm around me, his penis nestled in my ass crack, and I started getting a hardon. I waited a couple minutes, till it sounded like he'd fallen asleep, then I gently turned a little, so I was laying on my stomach. Simon was still asleep, laying up against me, his arm over my back now, and his penis up against my hip. I relaxed then and fell asleep myself.
The next day was Monday and we both had to get back to school. Simon put on some of his new clothes, and packed his new school supplies in his back pack. After we'd eaten breakfast, I gave him money for his lunch and a little extra to carry, then we drove to school together. I noticed that the other kids in homeroom and History class noticed Simon's new clothes. Some of them were whispering to one another about it I thought.
During homeroom, Steven Ingalls made the mistake of sneering and commenting out loud. "What'd ya, go shoplifting over the weekend 'Bag Boy'?"
I happened to have a long wooden pointer in my hand at the time, which I brought down with a resounding whack on the desk in front of him.
Startled, he looked up into my blazing eyes as I practically bellowed "DETENTION TONIGHT - BE HERE!"
He, and several other students looked frightened, and Simon looked miserable. The bell rang just then. Most of the other students beat feet out of the classroom. Steven got up to leave too, but I grabbed him by the collar and yanked him in front of me, until he was nose to nose with me.
Looking him directly in the eyes, I snarled quietly, so just he could hear me, "I know what you've been doing with Simon. He's not doing that anymore. You're to stay the hell away from him! And I don't ever want to hear another comment to him, or about him from your mouth again! If I do, or you do anything to him again, you'll be dealing with ME, and detention will seem like a joyous holiday in comparison! Understood?"
Steven looked at me with fearful eyes, "y-yes sir."
"Good! I'll see you at detention tonight then! Now get the hell out of my sight!" I said, and I gruffily shoved him away from me.
I looked at Simon. He just looked at me miserably, as there were still some other kids in the room yet.
During my free period I went to the office and used the phone to call my doctor. I scheduled an apointment for Simon for a couple days later. Then, I asked the secretary for class schedules for Jack Keller and Ethan Rodman. The secretary looked puzzled, but printed them out and handed them to me.
I went first to Jack's math class and knocked on the door. His teacher looked surprised when I requested to see Jack. Jack was a tall, thin, blond boy. He was rather good looking, and although he was thin, he had very broad shoulders. I recognized him from the football team. He came out into the hallway, looking confused and a little nervous.
"Was I supposed to bring my things?" he asked.
"No, this will only take a minute," I said. "I'll get right to the point. You know a junior named Simon Banning?"
He looked puzzled, but then a flash of recognition crossed his face, and he blushed a little.
"So you know who I'm talking about then?" I asked.
Turning a couple shades redder, and looking very nervous he said "yes."
"Well, he's living with me now. I'm his foster-father. I know what he was doing for you. He's not going to be doing that anymore. Understand?" I said.
Jack turned crimson and looked like he was going to vomit. I put my hand on his shoulder and squeezed it roughly.
"You're to stay away from Simon! You're not to mention what you did with him to anyone else! You're not to try and get him to service you anymore. And you're not to try and seek retribution against him for telling me! You're not to talk to him or even look at him! This subject will never come up again! It'll be as if nothing ever happened! If I find out that you aren't cooperating with me about this, I'll find you some night after school, off school property, and I'll rip you a new asshole like you never thought possible! Do you understand me?" I asked.
Jack stared at me. He looked ready to cry.
I increased the pressure of my grip on his shoulder. "I asked you if you understood!" I said.
"Y-Yes!" he croaked.
"You're to stay away from Simon and leave him alone! Agreed?" I said.
"Yes!" Jack said, still quaking under my gaze.
I released his shoulder then, and looked at him. He was shaking slightly.
"I think we're done here then. You can go back to class now!" I said.
Jack quickly spun around and dashed back to his classroom. He was rubbing his shoulder as he opened the door and went in.
Ethan was supposed to be in gym class. There was about 10 minutes left before the bell rang. I headed for the locker room.
I got a lot of funny looks when I walked into the locker room. Most of the boys were in various states of undress, some still stripping, others already pulling their jeans on. Others were running around naked, or with towels wrapped around their waists. Some were wet, and coming out of the shower, others were just dashing in. I heard loud, teenage, male voices echoing from the shower, over the sound of the running water.
I asked the closest boy to the door if he knew where Ethan Rodman's locker was. He pointed to the back of the locker room with his thumb. I headed further into the melee of half naked boys. The musky odor of sweat was heavy in the air. A couple rows down, a naked boy with dark hair, who had a huge semi-hard, uncut cock came around the corner, and almost collided with me. He snickered and apologized. As I felt my dick begin to stiffen a bit, I asked him if he knew where Ethan's locker was. He directed me to the last aisle and said he was on the opposite end.
I thanked him and continued on my way, chuckling as one boy stole another's towel, and started snapping it at him. The other boy grabbed someone else's wet towel, right off his body, and started fighting back. The boy who was suddenly denuded, let out a yelp and began protesting. Suddenly all three of them stopped and looked sheepish when they saw me.
I snickered again and said "carry on!"
The two who were snapping towels at each other grinned then, and went back to their towel fight, while the third boy jumped in, and tried to steal his towel back. This of course only got the other two to both start snapping their towels at him. I chuckled and walked on.
Eventually, I reached the back corner of the locker room, but Ethan wasn't there. I asked a boy with a strawberry blond mop of hair on his head, and a matching pubic bush, who was just pulling a pair of briefs up over a rather good-sized dick, if he knew where Ethan was. He told me he was in the shower, but should be back in a moment. I thanked him, and turned my attention to a poster on the wall, so the boys wouldn't think I was checking them out. I couldn't help glancing sideways a few times though, as a couple of the guys had excellent bodies. Within a couple minutes, Ethan hadn't returned yet, but most of the other boys had finished dressing, and had left.
Eventually, I heard a boy say, "Hey Eeth! Someone here to see you!"
I looked toward the end of the aisle and saw Ethan coming around the corner. He was naked. He carried a towel in his hand, and was still dripping a bit. He looked startled when he saw me.
He didn't make any attempt to cover his body, but walked toward me. As he drew closer, he looked at me warily and said "can I help you?"
I waited a moment, as the last boy in the bay of lockers was leaving. As I waited I took the opportunity to steal a glance at Ethan's naked form. He had a really nice body. No fat, just a little muscle tone, a few stray dark hairs on his chest, and tufts of dark hair in each armpit. He had a large bush of dark hair covering his pubic bone. A sparse treasure trail ran from this to his navel. His dick looked to be a good size, and he was cut. I looked up at Ethan's face, just as he turned to look at me.
"I'm Greg Winslow, I said, tinging slightly pink.
"I know," Ethan said.
"You're acquainted with a junior named Simon Banning, right?" I said.
"Uh huh. You're his new foster father right?" he said.
"How'd you know that?" I asked.
"Simon told me the other day when I was talking to him at the mailboxes where you live. I think it's great! He really needed someone, and he really seems to like you," he said.
"Oh," I said, "I see. Uh...listen...I know what you two have been doing together."
Ethan froze and turned crimson. He stared at me for a moment, not knowing what to say or do. Then, suddenly, he leaned to the side a little and looked past me. I turned and looked behind me and saw Simon standing there staring at us.
"Please Greg! I asked you not to!" he said.
"Too late," Ethan said, from behind me. "He already told me he knows."
"What're you doing here?" I asked Simon.
"I have gym next," he said, walking up to me. Then he looked at Ethan and said "I'm sorry Ethan. It's my fault. I didn't mean to tell anyone. It just sorta slipped out."
I turned back to Ethan, who'd begun drying off. I got a better look at his penis. I also saw that he had a nice sack of jewels dangling behind it. I hoped he didn't notice me checking him out. He didn't turn away or cover himself though, so I got a good look at him. I figured Simon was getting an eyeful too. Eventually, Ethan did turn away, but then he bent over to dry his feet, and his ass cheeks spread apart, exposing his cute pink pucker to us. The insides of his cheeks were lined with soft dark brown hairs. My already semi-stiff dick started to stiffen even more. Ethan stood up then, and turned around and looked at me again.
"You were saying?" he said, looking directly into my eyes. He had soulful brown eyes, and a cute little brown soul-patch under his pouting lower lip.
"I was saying that I know what you and Simon have been doing. Now that Simon's living with me, he's not in the business anymore." I said.
"I didn't think he would be, and I'm glad he's not," Ethan said, looking directly at me. Then he looked at Simon, smiled, and said, "I'm glad you found someone who cares about you."
Simon smiled at him and said "thanks." Then he looked at me and said, "I told you Ethan was different. He's nice. You didn't have to do this."
Ethan looked at me then and said, "Mr. Winslow, if you're worried I'm gonna do something that could hurt Simon, don't be. I won't. Simon's a great guy. I like him a lot. And, I don't want to see anything bad happen to him."
Simon beamed when Ethan said that.
I was rather taken aback. I looked at him for a minute, as his eyes continued to meet mine. He had a sincere look in his eyes. Finally, I said, "OK then. I guess enough's been said. I'm glad you like Simon. He told me he likes you too. I guess it's OK with me if you guys want to be friends. Just be careful with him, OK?"
Ethan smiled warmly and sincerely at me then and said, "I will, I promise."
I looked at Simon. He looked mildly embarrassed, but smiled at me.
"OK, I have to get to a class!" I said.
"OK, Bye Greg!" Simon said. "Is it OK if Ethan and I hang out sometimes?"
I looked at Ethan, who smiled and gave me a little shrug, then he grinned at Simon.
"I suppose so. If he wants to." I said.
I looked at them both a moment. In my peripheral vision, I noticed Ethan's dick had grown a little. His face turned a shade redder, as he realized I might have noticed, so he let his towel cover his crotch while he began drying his thigh. I turned and left then, just as a horde of juniors started to flood into the locker room.
That afternoon, Steven served his detention with me. Silently, he worked on his homework.
When the bell rang for him to leave, I looked at him and said "Remember! You're to leave Simon alone!"
"I know," he said sullenly, as he hurried out the door.
When I got home and walked into the apartment, I heard music playing. Oddly, it was classical piano music. As the door closed behind me, two heads, belonging to Simon and Ethan popped up over the top edge of the sofa. Simon looked a little nervous...
The next chapter in this series will be published shortly.