This story was originally posted in January 2000 in the Beginnings section on Nifty. There have been some minor sentence structure changes, but the content of the story essentially remains the same. Additionally, new chapters will be posted in an effort to complete the story after all previous chapters have been posted.
This story contains descriptions of sexual encounters between minors that are homosexual in nature. If offended by such things or if you are not of legal age, then read no further. The characters and events depicted in this story are completely fictional and any resemblance to any real persons, places, or events is purely coincidental. This story may not be reproduced in whole or in part without the expressed written consent of the author. Comments or questions regarding this story may be addressed to Scotty Yates and sent via email to yatessg@yahoo.com. (c) 2000 by the author
This story is a work of fiction, although I must admit, my stories are based on experiences of my friends or drawn from similar personal experience in my own background. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental.
POOR WHITE TRASH By Scotty Yates
Chapter 6
Very softly I said, "No." Then I turned and like a zombie walked into my room. I left Brandon standing there with a hurt look on his face.
Since we were so poor I really didn't have a lot. I threw my papers, pictures, and one pair of clean jeans, a shirt and a pair of white jockey briefs in my back pack. I planned on doing laundry the next day as all of my other clothes were dirty. I grabbed my laundry bag and stood looking, for what I knew was the last time, at my room. I remembered all the good times I had there, even those times when I had laid on my bed dreaming about Brandon. This definitely wasn't how I had dreamed about it happening.
It was the only home I had known, and now everything close to me was being ripped away. Why? Why was this happening to me? What had I done wrong? I had always been a good kid, studied hard and was even an 18 year old virgin. I had never even kissed a girl or boy except for my family. Now everything was gone.
I had no idea what Brandon expected from me, but I had heard old stories about some of the rich southern gentlemen having slaves which they used for sex. True, I had never heard any stories about using a boy as a sex slave, but knowing the reality of life I didn't for one minute disbelieve that there had been others. Was this going to be my fate? Was I to be used by Brandon and his family and then discarded when they tired of me? Why me? Why did I deserve this?
"Billy Joe! Are you ready to go?"
Brandon's voice from the living room pulled me out of my thoughts. I quickly walked out of my room and then walked back to the bathroom. I hurriedly grabbed my toothbrush and an comb. I walked back into the living room and said, "I'm ready."
He looked at my back pack and laundry bag and said, " Do you want to come back tomorrow for the rest of your things?"
"No, Brandon. This is all I have. My clean clothes are in the back pack and these are my dirty clothes." I said as I held up the bag.
A stunned look came across his face as he took in what I had just said. Brandon said, "Ok. Well, tomorrow we will take care of that. Are you ready?"
With a nod of my head, I turned and took one last look at the only home I had known. An hour ago I had been free as a bird, but now I was a slave. I would have thought that as much as I had cried already that there would be no tears left. But I was wrong! I could feel them forming in my eyes.
Brandon looked at me. He walked over to me and putt his arms around me and said, "Please don't cry Billy Joe. It's going to be alright. Trust me!"
I shook my head, and pulled away from him. I walked over to the door and out into the night. I guess it was fitting that it was cloudy otherwise the stars would have been laughing at me. I walked slowly out to the car and threw my stuff in the back seat. I opened the door and sat down. Only then did I look back at my home. Brandon had turned out the lights and had followed me out to the car. The house looked so dark and drab, but it had been my home. It had been my life.
He started the car and as he pulled away, I continued looking back at the house until it totally disappeared from my view. Suddenly I remembered all the times in the past when I had stood on that porch and watched Brandon drive away. Always wishing that I could be going with him. Now I was! But was this the way I wanted to leave it? Did he see what I saw in that house? Family, security, and yes----love!
We were both very quiet as we drove to his home. Having never been there before, I had no idea what to expect. I had only heard rumors of how nice it was. I was about to find out.
Even though I was in shock, when we drove up to the driveway with it's lights running all along that long row of trees, beautiful big lawn, and the large splashing fountain in the center, I gasped. It was beautiful. I had never seen anything like it except in books. All I could do was stare.
When we turned into the driveway our attention was drawn to the large white colonial mansion all aglow and sitting at the opposite end of that huge lawn. Was I bug eyed? You bet! Who wouldn't be? Do people really live in that? Does Brandon actually live here? Am I going to live here?
Brandon drove down the driveway and parked the car in a garage which was to the right of the house. Man! The garage was nicer than my house. Brandon got out an walked around and opened my door.
He then looked at me and said, "We're here. Are you going to be ok??? You can get out now."
"Uhmmmmm OK," was all I could stutter as I got out of the car.
I quickly grabbed my stuff an he led me out of the garage and around to the front of the house. He turned and looked at me, then said, "Welcome to my home, and now your home."
He was really being extra nice to me! Is he trying to butter me up? What's the deal?
With that he opened the beautifully carved wood doors, and took hold of my arm and guided me into the huge two story hall. There was a staircase in the center of the hall. At the top it branched into what was obviously the east and west wings of the house. Yeah, I wasn't so stunned that I couldn't tell my directions. I knew the house faced the north and would later discover the south side looked out over the same river that ran behind my house in which I had skinny dipped so many times.
Brandon told my to put my things by the staircase. After I slowly did as I was told, he again placed his hand on my arm just above my elbow and led me into a room off to our left. Every time he touched me a burning sensation ran through out my body. It almost made me want to collapse on the spot. After what he had done to me, why was my body reacting this way?
It was a beautiful sitting room with several couches and chairs. Sitting in one f the chairs was Brandon's father, a man of about 50 years old, black hair, slightly graying around the ears. On one of the sofas near him was a beautiful petite looking woman with blond hair, and the bluest eyes I had ever seen. Well, that is next to Brandon's.
As soon as I entered, both the man and woman stood. Mr. Deveraux was at least as tall as I and definitely well built. No he was not fat! It was easy to see where Brandon had gotten his looks from. I could have told you that earlier as I was very familiar with Brandon's father.
Brandon said, "Billy Joe, I would like you to meet my father, Charles Alton Deveraux and my mother, Elizabeth Anne Deveraux."
As I put out my hand and shook their extended hands I said, " Hi, I'm very glad to meet you." This was the first time in all these years we had spoken to each other.
"Mom and Dad this is Billy Joe!"
Mr. Deveraux said, "It's good to see you again Billy Joe. It's amazing how much you have grown since the first time I saw you. You've turned into a very handsome young man."
"Thank you sir."
As I turned facing Mrs. Deveraux, she threw her arms around me and said, "Happy Birthday, Billy Joe. We're very happy to have you here. I hope you will like living here as much as we do. I know Brandon is sure glad your finally here."
Wait a minute! This sounds like I was expected!! What's going on? Man, I didn't even know until an hour or so ago, and I sure don't remember Brandon using a telephone. Did he? He must have? But where? I knew I had been in shock, but surely I would have noticed that. We didn't have a phone at our house so I knew it couldn't have been there. Maybe I was out of it more than I thought!
As I pulled back from her, I said, "Thank you, Mrs. Deveraux. I'm sure I will." Yeah, I have excellent manners even if I do say so myself. Hey! Pa did try to train us right even if we were poor white trash.
"You know Billy Joe, I am going to like having you around. You look just like your mother, and my sister, Laura Sue."
I looked at her with total disbelief. 'My sister, Laura Sue.' She was saying my mother had a sister, and that she is my aunt. This can't be! Pa never told us we were related to the Deveraux's. That means Brandon is my cousin. It can't be!
I stuttered. "You're my aunt?"
"Yes, Billy Joe. I am. Your mother was my older sister. When she ran off and married your father, my parents disowned her. They never allowed us to speak of her again, but that didn't stop me from loving her. Laura Sue was very hurt by our parents, and would never acknowledge any of her family after that."
"But I had no idea she was your sister. Pa never told me."
"I'm sure he didn't. He always felt her family had hurt her so much that for a long time he wouldn't even talk to us. Only after I had married Charlie would he speak to me. Over the years he has been friendly with me, but I always knew he was a very proud man. He never allowed any special treatment because of our family ties."
Yep. That is pa. Very proud and stubborn!
"I wish he had told me about you. I would have liked to have known more about my momma."
"Don't worry, Billy Joe. Now that you're here we will have plenty of time to talk about your momma's family. You may be surprised, but you have quite a few relatives."
"Thank you, I would like to get to know them."
We had never talked about momma's family. I just assumed she didn't have any.
With that Mrs. Deveraux looked at me and said, "Billy Joe, you look really tired and worn out. I would imagine this has been a very difficult day for you. Maybe you should go to bed and we can talk later."
"OK. Yeah, I am very tired all of a sudden." Looking at the clock on the wall I saw that it was after 11 p.m. Normally I would have been in bed over an hour and a half already.
"Brandon, why don't you take Billy Joe upstairs and get him settled in bed. We can talk more tomorrow."
With that Brandon tugged at my arm. Until that moment I hadn't realized he had put his hand back on my arm. I hadn't been afraid at all of meeting his parents. It seemed so natural. Was it because of Brandon's presence? I really felt like I was home. But I couldn't be!
Brandon led me out of the room and over to the stairs. I stooped and picked up my backpack and started to pick up my laundry bag, but Brandon beat me to it. He grabbed the bag and said, "I'll carry it Billy Joe. Come on up to your bedroom."
As we walked up the stairs I was awed by the majesty of the room. It was totally awesome! But there was something even more awesome, which made the room pale in comparison! That was the sight of Brandon's cute little butt as he walked up the stairs. In my mind I was fighting, trying to hate him and wanting him at the same time. God! I almost came right there just watching him walk up the stairs.
When we got to the top of the stairs, Brandon turned and said, "Mom and Dad's room is in the east wing. We will be on this side and have it all to ourselves."
"Uhmmm, OK."
We walked down the hallway to the last door on the left. The door was open and the light was on. We walked into a very large bedroom. To my left there were two doors. The first door was closed. I later learned it was a large walk in closet. The other door was open and I could see immediately it appeared to be a bathroom.
To my right there was a large cabinet, a desk with a computer on it and two high backed blue leather chairs. Directly in front of us was the hugest bed I have ever seen. All of the furniture looked massive, but very beautiful. One item in this room probably cost more than all or our furniture together.
I came to a complete stop, which caused Brandon to walk into me. I stumbled. Brandon dropped my bag and grabbed me with both hands stopping me from falling. He was holding me in his arms with my back against his body. God did he ever feel good!!! It felt like our bodies were made for each other. I quickly recovered and pulled away. I was afraid to look at him. There was no way I wanted him to know what kind of reaction he was causing within me.
I said, "I'm sorry. I must have snagged my foot." All the time I was looking at that beautiful bed.
"It's ok."
"I think I should go into the bathroom and get ready for bed. I'm really tired." I really needed to get away from Brandon and collect myself.
"The bathroom's over to your left. If you need any thing let me know."
I turned without looking at Brandon in the eyes and went into the bathroom closing the door. I noticed another door on the opposite side. I walked over to it and saw another bedroom, which appeared very similar to the one I had just come out of. I thought, 'Great, I will have my own room and Brandon will be in this one.'
I closed the door to this room and walked up to the double vanity. I just stood there. I looked the same. I still had my blonde hair, my green eyes. My face was unblemished. Yep, that was me alright!
But was I really the same person? Now, Brandon owned me. I was no longer free. What did he want? I knew prior to this evening I would have given anything to be here. But now it wasn't the same? Oh yeah, Brandon was causing my body to react, but could I give myself to someone who had won me in a pool game. No way!!!!!!
Finally, I brushed my teeth, washed my face, and used the bathroom. Then I grabbed my backpack and walked back into the bedroom. Brandon was sitting on the edge of the bed when I walked out.
As I came out he stood. He said as he walked into the bathroom, "Why don't you go ahead and get in bed. This bed should be really comfortable for you."
Thank God!! Brandon is going to use the other bedroom. For a moment I had conflicting emotions. I wanted Brandon with me. But I was also glad he apparently wasn't going to force me to sleep with him. I had never slept with anyone before in my life, except for my dad when I was younger. Maybe everything is going to be alright! Maybe I am just imagining things! Maybe it is not what it seems! This was really confusing me as on one hand I wanted Brandon and yet I didn't want him.
I quickly pulled off my clothes down to my briefs, pulled the covers back, and climbed in bed. Apparently I was much more tired than I knew as within about 30 seconds I was dead to the world.
The next thing I knew I felt this soft velvety body spooned up against me.