Joseph's Boy by Jon Hold jonhold@earthlink.net
Just a quickie. Hope you enjoy.
Jon
I don't know exactly why, but I'd always liked Joseph's adopted son. Joseph was my next door neighbor and had "allowed" me to perform certain services for him for years. If his wife was out of town or on the rag he'd stop by and fuck my ass or throat, depending on his mood. He'd adopted Josh when the boy was three years old and our quiet corner of the neighborhood was suddenly torn by the antics of a hyperactive boy. Simian looking lips and brows belied the boys quick intelligence and ability to get into trouble without actually trying. I became a special friend to the boy who could always be depended upon for a quick snack or caring ear.
Josh could be counted on to mow the lawn and water the gardens whenever I traveled on my consulting business. He could also be counted on to keep my computers busy. Before long he had taken over my guest room and would show up when "Joseph and Mary are being mean." As he grew older, he didn't need an excuse, he'd just crash wherever he got tired. I'd sit and watch him sleep. His features were all wrong, didn't fit his face and had little or nothing to do with the American sense of good looks. I thought he was beautiful. They say that true beauty comes from deep inside. I don't know how right they are, but, whatever it was, my little buddy had it in bucketsful. Especially sleeping. The innocence of the pure of heart.
Josh never met a person he didn't like and had no problem meeting people he didn't know... yet! Popular with the other kids at school, apple of his teachers eyes, the librarian's dream boy. Josh liked everyone and pretty much everyone liked Josh. One of the rare exceptions happened when Josh was in third grade. I got a call to come get my wayward child from the school secretary. She knew the boys "parents" both worked and really didn't care anyway. So she called me. I ran all the way to the school (two whole blocks!). Seems as though my young delinquent was on the playground involved in a serious game of dodge ball when a known bully, a sixth grader, decided the ugly kid needed a lesson. One thing lead to another and the bully decided that someone as ugly as Josh couldn't possibly have any lunch money, so it was obvious that Josh had stolen the money from the bully and he'd damn well had better give it back. The big fat kid pushed his luck right to the point where he discovered that not only could the chunky little ugly kid bench press 96 pounds, but that he'd been studying Aikido with me since he was five years old. The kid had a broken collarbone and was missing a tooth. Josh had a small cut on his knee from the bully's tooth.
After explaining what had happened the principal took me to the student waiting room where I found a quiet and very much subdued boy. Sad doe eyes, brimming with tears looked up at me, pleading, "Am I in trouble, Uncle Jon? Are you going to quit teaching me 'kido?"
"Yes. You are in trouble. I want you to write an essay, at least 200 words, explaining how you managed to cut your knee on that dumb shits tooth!"
Josh looked at the principal, then at me, you could almost see the wheels turning and then I saw that evil glint in his eyes that the boy got when he was about to pull off one of his awful practical jokes. "Can I whack him again, Sempai?"
"Do you think he's going to come back for another dose of what you have to offer?"
Josh gave that careful consideration and then sighed, "I guess not, huh, Uncle Jon."
I smiled at my little buddy, then bent over and kissed his forehead. "You get back to class now. And try to not beat up anyone else today, will you please!"
Josh jumped up and nearly ran out of the room. Stopping half-way through the door, he turned his head and, face with a smile that brightened the day, "How about tomorrow, Uncle Jon?"
I just pointed towards his classroom. The principal and I just looked at each other and shook our heads as we listened to Josh running down the hallway, laughing his ass off at his own brashness.
Josh turned 18 two days before he graduated, class valedictorian. That night, 15 minutes after I got into bed, my bedroom door quietly opened and a tall, naked body climbed into bed with me and wiggled into my arms. "Am I your boy now, Daddy?"
----- If we do not live what we believe then we will begin to believe what we live!
--- Anon.