MULTIPLE DELIGHTS
Chapter 3
The Relationship Develops
The Saturday shopping was marvellous. We put together an entertainment package for him and we settled on a top of the range Toshiba laptop. His eyes watered when I insisted on that, we even went a little over the top with a designer top for it and I bought him a genuine calf leather briefcase to carry it in. Of course the laptop was loaded with every conceivable piece of software I thought he might need.
The clothes shop was fun for me, he was such a natural clothes horse, almost everything he tried on looked good, but we had to limit quantity a little. His choice of underwear surprised me. I thought he would go for boxer briefs like the pair I had given him but unknowingly he went for my more standard wear of Hom mini briefs. The little wretch tried a pair on and invited me into his changing room to view them. He, quite frankly, took my breath away.
"They look incredible Jase and I promise if you pick those I will probably never go soft thinking what you are wearing underneath your trousers, but at a more practical level, unless you are completely flaccid they are not going to be very comfortable with the waist band pinching your dick."
He grinned.
"I know Mike, I am going to have mini boxers like yours, but can I take a couple of these just to wear at home?"
I told you he was a wretch, but of course I said yes.
I spent a fortune that day, including allowing him a hundred pounds worth of CDs to get his collection started.
We had lunch out and returned home mid afternoon. As soon as he had unpacked I took him to the sun room and started in on him again.
"Jase, the sooner we get all the skeletons out of your cupboard and your hang ups removed the sooner you can start to rebuild your life. I know it's early days for us but you know now that I love you and nothing in your past will change that. I know a little of your history, tons of sex in the hostel, most unwanted, a string of foster homes before that, but through it all a dedication to your education unusual in someone with your circumstances. I know that you must be single minded when something is important to you and you have an inner strength that your life should have eroded and hasn't. Now I want to see your true potential, I am sure it will be awesome, so how about telling me your life story and if you feel ready, the big one that hangs over you like a spectre."
"Is it that obvious Mike?"
"Yes Baby, it never leaves your eyes."
"I'm not sure I can tell you yet, but my life story is pretty common for half breeds, I guess."
I jumped in quickly then.
"Don't you dare put yourself down like that. You are a beautiful young man of mixed race. Millions would give their soul for your looks and colouring. I could lay on a beach all summer and not end up the wonderful golden colour you are, and your bone structure is amazing. The shit you have taken has to be from people that are jealous of your superb good looks."
He blushed and as usual said very quietly, "Thanks Mike. Where do you want me to start?"
"How about the beginning. Tell me about your parents."
"Not much to tell really, both of them were mixed race as well. My dad was half caste, Anglo and Mexican, my mum was half and half Black and Anglo. All I know of my dad is that he was American, he left before I was born but mum had some photos of him. She was only fifteen and came from a poor family. She kept me until I was five and then it just became too much and she topped herself."
I gasped at that, it wasn't in his file.
"I'm so sorry Jase, please go on."
No tears, I guess he was all cried out on that one.
"Life after that was a series of short term foster homes and orphanages. I wasn't a bad boy Mike, I just wanted someone to love me but my mixed blood always appeared to get in the way. Moving into my teens was when I first started to get hit on for sex, always bigger boys in the foster homes or in state orphanages. I bet I've taken more dick than anyone you know. The funny thing is that I enjoyed a lot of it because I knew I was gay from an early age and I guess I'm a bit of a cock slut, either end is ok with me and I've never been a top. I sort of gave up trying after my `A' Levels. The employment thing became the same as the foster thing, no one wanted me because of my mixed blood."
I couldn't believe that, not in this day and age. What was there that this boy was not telling me. It wasn't an attitude thing as far as I could see, he was all sweetness and light, amazing really given his circumstances.
Lots more talking and I clicked. It was all to do with his feeling of worth. Despite being clever and intelligent he thought his mixed blood made him worthless. He could relate with me because I wasn't making demands on him, he could just go with the flow. I thought I might have a partial answer to his problem, at the same time helping another of my boys. Duncan Clarke was just out of rehab. He had been caught early with a drug problem. It wasn't terribly serious but someone with a heap of common sense had put him into the programme. Just seeing all the broken bodies and minds of the long term addicts had cured him almost overnight, but now we had to get him sorted back into society. He was a budding photographer but didn't have the money to hire studios to do his work so he was eking out a living doing weddings etc. not exactly what he had in mind. We were in the middle of a good summer and my house was very secluded and private. I was sure he would rave about Jason if he could have some shoots with him. They could use the house and grounds, and on occasions I'm sure I could pull a few favours and borrow studio lights for indoor shoots. I had another bedroom that was large and quite pleasant, I thought Duncan could bring gear here and leave it if he wanted to, plus on occasions he could sleep over. I put the idea to Jason first.
"Would you be prepared to model for a young photographer Jase?"
"What do you mean, model?"
"I have another young man with problems that doesn't have the money for studio use or hiring models to photograph. You are so stunning I'm sure he would love the chance to photograph you, and within the house and grounds you would have total privacy."
"Do you mean you want me to take my clothes off for him?"
I laughed.
"If you did, you probably wouldn't get much photography done, straight or gay he would be overcome by how stunning you are."
"Is he gay Mike?"
I had to think then and realised I had no idea. He didn't alert my Gaydar but that wasn't foolproof.
"I don't know Jase, it isn't part of our programme so I've never asked, but my Gaydar isn't alerted to him, so probably not."
He dropped his gaze from me and mumbled.
"I probably wouldn't be any good, but if you want me to I will."
Bingo, self worth! I'd got it right.
"Jason, look at me."
He did.
"You think you're worthless don't you? Nobody wants you so you have no self worth. I could make you clean the toilet with your tongue because you don't think you are worth anything better."
I had hit the nail right on the head. He disintegrated, falling on the floor and sobbing until he was almost convulsing. I pulled him into the recovery position, stroked his back and talked to him.
"You are so wrong, people have been so stupid around you all your life. You are a wonderful boy, stunningly beautiful, intelligent, polite and well mannered. You have to be worth a million dollars in my estimation. You are going to surprise all your detractors over the next few years and I hope you will let me be part of that."
I repeated myself until I was sure he had understood what I was saying. His sobbing slowed and he looked at me.
"Do you mean that Mike, you aren't just saying it to make me feel better?"
"No Jase, I mean it. I love you, and there is no way I could love someone who was worthless."
The sobbing eased and I pulled him into my arms. I cuddled him and talked softly to him for ages, stroking any exposed skin I could find, I slid my hand up inside his T shirt to stroke his torso. The calming effect was what I wanted and it worked gradually. I was quite sure now that I was going to be able to put this boy back together again. I also had the feeling that his big hang up was tied in with this worth feeling so I guessed we would bury that one in its right place as well.
End of an eventful weekend and on the Monday I got hold of Duncan.
"I think I might have some good news for you. How many good location and people shoots would you need to build a portfolio that you could use as the springboard to fame?"
Duncan looked at me as though I was mad.
"I don't understand."
"I have a stunningly beautiful young man living with me that needs a serious boost to his self esteem. You give him that boost and you have free use of my grounds and my house for photo calls. I'll also arrange the loan of lights for you to do indoor shoots if required. He will be your model for all the person shoots."
"Thanks Mike, I appreciate your offer, but I don't see me becoming famous photographing some loser you have picked up."
"I see, come to dinner tonight. If you still feel the same when you leave I'll drop it and we'll look at some other avenue to get you moving."
It was no contest. As soon as Duncan caught sight of Jason he gasped.
"Oh my God, Mike, you didn't tell me he was the most stunning man on the planet."
I laughed, Jason blushed and Duncan just stood slack jawed looking at my lover.
Dinner was a wonderful affair. Duncan was so animated telling Jason what he wanted to do with him. Asking about his wardrobe, wanting to see the torso, covered at present by the t-shirt he was wearing. Jason was spinning in space somewhere until I called a halt to talk to him.
"Do you understand what I meant Jase? With positive people you have tremendous worth. You have wonderful looks, an incredible body, and most importantly the personality to make it all gel into a wonderful young man?"
Eyes bright, smile broad, Jason came fully alive for me.
"Thank you Mike, this is all down to you."
"No, no, no. You are the wonder boy, I'm just letting you see it."
I would win I knew, it would just take a little time.
Duncan arranged to move in for a couple of days initially to photograph Jason in the grounds, then he said he wanted to use the house for more shots as if he was shooting for Home and Garden , or some other magazine.
"With Jason in the shots Mike, you could live in a hovel and it wouldn't matter. Seriously though, if the magazine likes the photos, they might also like the house. Are you ready to be in a national magazine?"
"If it helps Jason, Duncan, I'll do anything."
Jason looked at me with more love than I deserved but I could live with that.
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