This is a story about two 14 year old boys, a handicapped boy who exists in a mostly fantasy world and a homeless boy who endures the cruelty of real life.
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Note: A new year, a new story. The theme of this story was proposed to me by one of my most loyal readers. I let it ramble around in my head for a few weeks then found two boys in a dusty corner of my mind who were willing to have their story told. I want to thank my friend from across the pond for his suggestion. I hope it meets his expectations.
Two Lost Souls
Leroy Baxter was looking forward to moving to Arizona but he wasn't. His father, Scott, worked for the Florida branch of a large electronics company in the accounting department. A position opened up in the head office in Phoenix and he was offered the position. He felt it would be a welcome change for he and Leroy. His wife had been killed in an automobile accident several years ago while returning from the grocery store. Leroy was in the car and suffered a broken hip. That was when they discovered he was suffering from osteogenesis imperfecta, a genetic disorder that causes his bones to be brittle and break easily. He was confined to a wheel chair for eight months while his hip healed. He still walks with a limp because of his injuries. His father has been overprotective of him ever since, not wanting him to be involved in sports or anything overly physical to prevent another breakage. Leroy became more and more isolated and spent most of his time in his room when not at school. He read constantly, his favorite books being about the Roman Empire and the emperors of Rome. They were fierce, courageous and let nothing stand in their way. His hero, Julius Caesar, fought in the Gallic Wars then returned to Rome to defeat his rival, Pompey and became Emperor of Rome before being assassinated years later. Alone in his room, immersed in his books, he envisioned himself to be Caesar, ruler of all that was around him.
Leroy didn't have many friends at school, having been absent so much due to his affliction. He was looking forward to moving, hoping to make new friends in Arizona but was also upset that he was leaving his imaginary Roman Empire behind. His room was decorated with all things representing ancient Rome. His father assured him that his new room would be just as impressive but that didn't allay his nervousness. He was happy one minute and then depressed the next minute. His father showed him pictures of the house he was going to buy, including of pictures of his room but it didn't take away his apprehension.
Scott had made inquires on line, looking for the perfect home for he and Leroy. He wanted it big enough to that is he ever remarried there would be enough room for everyone. His new position brought a hefty pay raise with it so he could afford a bigger house than they had in Orlando plus he still had a significant portion of the settlement money left from he accident after paying all of Leroy's medical bills.. The real estate agent found a four bedroom house that looked magnificent. It was more house than he wanted but the house was in foreclosure and could be bought at well below market value. A developer had built the house as his model home for the houses he was going to build on the land behind it. Unfortunately the land was mostly wetlands and the deal he had with the local conservation commission fell through so he couldn't get a permit to build more houses. He defaulted on his loans and the bank foreclosed. They hadn't been able to sell it despite the low price because the thirty five acres of wetlands went with the house and the bank would not split the property.
The big day came and Scott waved as the moving van pulled away with all their worldly belongings, headed west. Scott and Leroy took a taxi to the airport for their flight across the country.
"Let me get a wheel chair for you, Leroy. It's a long walk to the terminal gate."
"I don't need a wheel chair, Dad. Stop treating me like an invalid," Leroy protested loudly.
"I know you're not an invalid son, but it is a five and a half hour flight and you'll be sitting all the way. I don't want to put any more stress on your hip than necessary."
"Then leave me home and you go," Leroy complained, his voice and his anger rising by the minute.
"We're making this move for both of us. You'll make some new friends at school and I'll have a better job and can spend more time at home with you. You'll see. It will be fine once we get settled."
Leroy thought about making new friends and making a fresh start. He was tired of being alone in his room, living a fantasy life. Maybe his dad was right. Reluctantly he got in the wheelchair and let his dad push him to the gate. They had an uneventful flight with Leroy getting up and walking to the bathroom and back whenever his hip bothered him from sitting too long. A driver that was sent by Scott's new boss met them at the airport.
"Welcome to Phoenix, Mr. Baxter. Victor is my name and I will be your driver until you get settled in. Anything you need, just call me."
"Thank you, Victor. I certainly didn't expect this kind of service," Scott replied.
"Nothing is too good for the man who is going to straighten out the travel office."
As soon as Victor said that, he became quiet and went to get the luggage from the carousel. He took the bags and put them in a black SUV at the curb then opened the door for Scott and Leroy to get in.
"The address is . . "
"Oh, I know the address, Mr. Baxter. We have been working with the real estate agent to get the house ready for your furniture when it arrives. In the meantime the company has booked a hotel room for you and Leroy for a few days." Victor explained.
"If you don't mind, I'd like to stop at the house first and show it to Leroy."
"Certainly sir."
"And you can call me Scott if you don't mind."
"As you wish, sir."
The comment about the travel office was stuck in Scott's mind. What did he mean by that? His new job description was explained to him as head of one of the accounting departments. He wasn't told which one or who would be working under him. He was so excited about the promotion that he didn't ask many questions. He knew nothing about being a travel agent so he was confused..
The car pulled into the driveway of a huge house, a mansion by Florida standards.
"Are you sure this is the right place, dad?" Leroy asked as he sat on the edge of his seat looking out the window.
"This is our humble home, Leroy. Let's go in and pick out your bedroom."
They entered the house through a grand foyer with a center staircase going to a landing on the second floor. On either side of the staircase were hallways leading to the rear of the house, a library and office on the right and the formal living room and the dining room to the left. At the very rear of the house was a large eat in kitchen.
At the top of the stairs hallways lead in both directions, to the left two good sized bedrooms with a shared bathroom between them. To the left was a smaller bedroom with it's own bathroom and an oversized master bedroom with a bathroom suite.
Obviously Scott would take the master bedroom and Leroy had his pick of the two on the other side of the house. He chose the one to the back of the house with a view of the woods and the wetlands behind the house. He stood at the window looking towards the woods when Scott walked in.
"A nice view don't you think?" he asked Leroy.
"It's awesome. I can't wait go explore the woods."
"Whoa, slow down. I don't want you going out there on your own. You and I can take a walk this weekend maybe."
"But Dad! I'm not going to get hurt. I'll be careful, I promise."
"Once I take a walk with you, we'll see about you going on your own. Let's not keep Victor waiting, he wants to show us around the area."
Grudgingly Leroy took one more look at the woods, possibly his new Roman Empire, and followed his Dad downstairs and out to the car. Victor took them around and showed them the high points of the area. Where to shop, some nice places to eat, where Leroy would be attending school in the fall and some cultural attractions. Victor ended the tour and dropped them off at the hotel where they would stay for a few days until the moving van arrived. Scott thanked him and offered him a tip.
"Thank you but I can't accept that. I am very well compensated for my services. Besides, I enjoyed showing you and Leroy around. If you need the car or anything else, be sure and call me. I'm at your service 24 hours a day."
The next day the moving van arrived and all the furniture and belongings were put in place. Scott and Leroy called Victor to go shopping for some food to stock the kitchen. A simple supper and they were off to bed to sleep in their new bedrooms. Scott took one more day off before reporting to work so he and Leroy could get familiar with everything in the house. Scott wanted to make sure Leroy knew how to adjust the air conditioner and activate the burglar alarm after Scott left for work. Scott knew that Leroy would be all right alone but was still nervous about leaving him on his own so soon in a new house. He wanted to take more time off but the company wanted him in the office as soon as possible to take over his new department.
Scott gave his son a hug and met Victor for a ride to work. Leroy closed and locked the door and set the alarm. Being alone during the day was nothing new for him so he wasn't worried. He just set the alarm because he had promised his dad he would. Leroy got a soda and headed up to his bedroom. He sat on the edge of his bed and looked around his new room. The bare walls made it look barren and cold, afraid it was symbolic of what his life would be like here. It definitely needed some decorations. He dug out all his posters and maps of ancient Rome and began the work of transforming a Phoenix bedroom into a small piece of the Roman Empire fitting for a fourteen year old Caesar. By noon he had completed the task and went downstairs to make some lunch. Back in his room he stood and looked out the window at the woods behind the house. A New World waiting to be explored and conquered. He would summon his Centurions and make plans for his campaign.
The hot summer sun had moved across the sky and was beating down on his side of the house making it warm and uncomfortable. Leroy was sweating so he decided to go set the AC down a few degrees then take a shower. He wasn't supposed to take a shower unless his dad was home in case he fell in the shower. If he was going to fall, Leroy reasoned, it didn't make any difference if his dad was downstairs in the living room or halfway around the world, he would still fall. He hadn't had a shower in a few days and needed to wash off his stench. In his haste to take a forbidden shower, he stripped his clothes off before he remembered the AC. A devilish thought crossed his mind. He was the only one in the house so why not traipse downstairs naked? He opened his bedroom door and looked both ways, a useless precaution, as he knew he was the only one home, and walked down the hall to the stairs. He stood at the top stair and looked down, a grin on his face. He flung his hips back and forth a couple times, flipping his flaccid cock and loose ball sack back and forth.
"I, Caesar, declare this domicile to be my official kingdom. Hear ye, hear ye, all hail Caesar's cock!" he yelled.
He grabbed his sock and pointed it straight out in front of him. He made a slow descent down the stairs, smiling and looking from side to side at his imaginary subjects. By the time he had reached the bottom step he had a full-blown boner. He looked down at it and giggled. He adjusted the thermostat then walked to the different rooms in the house to inspect them and let his loyal subjects all pay homage to his naked body. He climbed the stairs and went to take his shower. He had soaped his cock and enjoyed playing with it but didn't want to cum yet. When he had dried off he returned to his bedroom and stood before the window. He was jerking his cock thinking about walking around the house exploring his new empire sans clothes. That was enough to make him shoot his load, a bigger load then usual considering he hadn't jerked off for a few days. He looked at the clock on his nightstand and thought he better get dressed, not knowing what time his dad would get home. After getting dressed he returned to the window and looked again at the woods. He noticed what looks like a foot path into the woods he hadn't noticed before. That definitely needed exploring.
Leroy and his dad chatted while they ate supper. Leroy told him about decorating his room and his dad told him about his new position. Back home Scott was able to work mornings in the office and afternoons at home so he could be home with Leroy after school. During the summer he was able to work from home more often. But this new position was different. He was going to have to be in the office all day and occasionally a few evenings. Neither he nor Leroy were happy about it but that was the way it had to be for now.
Scott didn't tell Leroy everything about his new position. There were some irregularities in the accounts in the travel division that was responsible for payments related to trade shows and other sales related travel around the country. It was his assignment to find out if it was just sloppy bookkeeping or if there was some embezzlement taking place. The company wanted to keep the investigation in house until they knew what they were dealing with then turn it over to the local authorities if necessary.
The next few days were more of the same. Leroy spending his day naked, jerking off in different rooms in the house, gazing out his window and looking forward to exploring the woods. The weekend came and Scott wanted to spend some quality time with Leroy. He mentioned to his dad that he would like to check out the woods, hoping his dad would let him go out there on his own.
"No, son, we own that land but there is no reason to trudge through the swamp land. And don't think you're going to go out there during the week when I'm not home. It's too dangerous for you. If you trip and fall and get hurt, no one would know where to find you. No, the woods are off limits."
"But dad,"
"No buts. No woods, understand?"
"Yes dad, I understand."
Leroy understood that his dad was being his typical over cautious self. He also understood that he was going to have to go anyway. He loved his dad and always did as he was told. But this time Caesar had to do what he had to do.
Scott hugged his son and headed out the door on Monday to go to work, telling him to have a good day, but neglecting to remind him not to go into the woods. Leroy used some sideways reasoning to feel that the woods were off limits on Saturday when they talked about it but his dad didn't renew the prohibition this morning so it was okay to explore the woods today. Not a very realistic way to look at it but it made Leroy feel less guilty about defying his dad.
By mid morning he was ready to leave the house and go see where the path led that he had seen from his bedroom window. It was a hot day so he knew he wouldn't get too far. His hip had still been bothering him from the long plane ride so he would just take it easy and walk until he got tired then come back home.
He walked across the back lawn, making sure he wasn't seen, as if anyone but his dad would care where or when he went. The path wasn't very wide but it was definitely passable. The canopy of the trees filtered out the sun, making it cooler the further he walked. The path took a turn to the right, blocking his view of the house. He must remember to stay on this path so he could find his way back. The path got narrower in some places and wider in others, dead branches and small limbs scattered along the way. He had been walking for about a half and hour when he tripped over one of those branches, falling to the ground. The accumulated dead leaves cushioned his fall, so he didn't get hurt but his dad's warning came flashing back to him. He got up, looked down the path and decided he would go back home and explore some more tomorrow.
The next day he went further and discovered a large clearing. He looked around and saw a large dead tree lying on it side on the edge of the clearing. He climbed up on it and as Caesar, proclaimed this land to be the property of the Roman Empire, his domain. He looked around with great satisfaction, bowing to his imaginary subjects and the Centurions who had accompanied him on his quest. Feeling the need to plant his flag but no having one, he did the next best thing. He dropped his pants and jerked off, spewing his cum on the ground to sanctify his claim. That being done, he once again returned home vowing to come back tomorrow and go further.
The next day he ventured just past the clearing but didn't see anything new. The solitude of the clearing drew him back. Standing there by himself made him feel emboldened. He removed his clothes and felt the summer heat and the soft breeze against his bare skin. This feeling of freedom had an immediate effect on his young cock, standing out straight and hard. He ambled around, slowly stroking his cock and occasionally bowing to the silent cheers and shouts of encouragement from his subjects. He mounted the dead tree again, his new found throne, and once again worked himself to a satisfying orgasm. The exertion of jerking his cock and the lack of shade had him sweating and out of breath. He gathered his clothes and left the clearing, heading home. He was still naked and walked very slowly and deliberately so as not to fall again. That would be all he needed was to fall and get hurt and have his rescuers find him naked. When he got home, he defied his dad's rule about showers again and cleaned himself up.
Standing at his window he looked at the path. What other great discoveries lay further down the path? Would there be another ideal spot conducive to jerking off? His thoughts went back to the clearing. An idea sprung into his head. If Caesar was to continue to address his subjects, he needed the proper attire. He took an old bed sheet that was to be thrown out and fashioned a loose fitting toga to be worn without any other clothing. He put it on and looked in the mirror. It was definitely befitting a person of his status. He moved the sheet to one side, exposing his stiffening cock. Not wanting to let a good hardon go to waste, he once again jerked himself off, spewing his seed on the mirror in front of him while being careful not to get any on the emperor's new toga. He took off the sheet and folded it up to be ready to go with him tomorrow. He cleaned up the mirror and lay down to take a nap until his dad came home.
The next day Leroy took his toga and headed to the clearing. He also brought a snack and a drink, anticipating how hot the clearing will get. Looking at the shape of the banana he brought in his bag of snacks gave him an idea, a rather naughty idea. He went into the woods to empty his bowels so he could experiment with the banana. When he returned to his throne, the lunch bag was gone. Thinking a squirrel or other small animal took it, he opened his toga and let his cock spring free, stiffening up for what was to come next. When he finished shooting his cum, he stashed his toga under the tree and returned to his bedroom to read and nap.
He cleaned out his bowels before heading into the woods the next day, taking his banana and drink to the clearing. He striped off his clothes and donned his toga, getting ready to see how the banana would feel up inside his ass. He squats down, banana in hand, but froze when he heard a twig snap in the woods just outside the clearing. He looked in that direction and saw the shadow of a figure running away, a figure much larger than a squirrel. In a panic, he pulled off his toga, grabed his clothes and half walking and half running, headed down the path to the safety of his house. He got to the end of the path and looked back, making sure he isn't followed by what ever or who ever was hiding in the woods. Clothes still in hand, he scooted across the back yard and into the house, locking the doors and setting the alarm as soon as he is inside. His heart beating rapidly and his hip hurting, he is having second thoughts about going into the woods. Maybe his dad was right.
Leroy took a shower and has some lunch then went to his room to take a nap. But he can't sleep. He is still upset by the incident at the clearing. The more he thought about it, the madder he gets. He needed to know who has the nerve to trespass in his woods. Caesar will not be intimidated nor scared off. Well, maybe he will until he knows what he is dealing with. He opened his laptop and went to the Amazon site where his dad had set up an account for him to buys books. He searched and found a trail cam so he can set it up to get a picture of who is in the woods with him.
Once the trail cam arrived, Leroy has worked up the nerve to venture back into the woods. He took his typical snack as bait and headed to the clearing, walking on the very edge of the path so he can jump into the woods for cover is someone comes along.. The last bag of snacks is gone, which he expected, but so is his toga. There will be consequences for stealing the Emperor's property, even more severe than trespassing. He looked around to make sure he is alone and mounted the trail cam in an inconspicuous location with a good view of his throne. He left the bag, looked around one more time and returned home.
The next morning he jerked off before getting out of bed. Until he knows what he is dealing with, he isn't going to get naked or play with himself in the clearing. He got dressed and headed down the path, again keeping to the side in case he needed to hide. He got to the clearing and took a good look around. The bag is gone so he headed to the trail cam to see what the video will reveal. The trail cam is missing. He looked around on the ground but it has disappeared. He walked further down the path thinking if an animal took it that it might have been dropped and he could find it and solve the mystery. He walked about a half an hour when he saw the sun reflecting off something in the woods near the path. It was his trail cam. He picked it up and hit the play button, his hands shaking and his nerves strung out. The memory chip only had one short video on it, a view of the clearing with no one there. Then the screen went dark as something moved across the lenses and blocked it from recording anything. Then the recording stopped.
Still not sure of what animal might be behind all this, he put the trail cam in his pocket and continued down the path. He came around a bend in the path and saw a small lagoon formed by the various channels of water flowing through the wetlands. He walked up to the edge and determined it might be deep enough and clear enough for him to go swimming at a later time. He made a mental note of just how far he had walked to get to the lagoon. He looked around and saw what looked like a crude shelter of some sort nestled between two large trees. It was poorly made and looked like something some neighborhood kids had built. But there were no kids in his neighborhood, being mostly older people. He cautiously approached the shelter, not knowing if some animal had taken up residence in it. He reached out for the tarp that served as a door and pulled it back. It took a few seconds for his eyes to adjust to the darkness inside. He saw his toga crumpled against the back wall. When he pulled it, a young boy about Leroy's size was uncovered sleeping on the ground. It shocked the hell out of Leroy.
"Holy shit!" Leroy exclaimed softly,
It was loud enough to wake the boy. His eyes shot open and the two boys stared at each other, terror in their eyes, uncertain of who they were looking at and what danger they might be in.