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 8
My God, Brandon looked absolutely incredible when he jumped out of bed and ran out of the room. Those beautiful legs, muscled torso, and oh yeah, that beautiful butt. Even in the dark red silk boxers I could see it's outline. I didn't get a clear view of his front, but I really didn't need to see it. Having explored his body with my hands earlier and now with my eyes his features were permanently imprinted on my brain.
How was I ever going to survive being around him, especially when he was dressed like that. One glance and Little Billy Joe was at full attention. Thank God, I had put on my clothes, or I would have never been able to hide my state of arousal.
Suddenly, I came to my senses realizing Brandon had run out of the bedroom yelling my name. I looked at the clock on the night stand by the bed and saw that it was now 6:45. Well, if the rest of the house wasn't up before, they definitely were now. I could still hear him yelling my name in the hallway downstairs. I heard a door slam, then all was quite for just a minute. Then I heard soft pounding noises. It only took a second to realize Brandon was now running back up the stairs and down the hallway.
Unconsciously, I rose to my feet. Just at that moment Brandon came running back into the bedroom. Immediately his eyes focused on me standing in front of the blue chair. He stopped abruptly, and then proceeded to walk towards me.
I thought I was going to faint. No, not because I was afraid of him. Though if I had looked in his eyes, I would have been consumed by the fire burning there. His body was incredible. Those strong muscular legs, the firm abs, and those pecs demanded my attention. His nipples were dark brown orbs against his golden skin. His legs were covered with short black hairs, which were begging to be stroked. His chest had that patch of black hair around and between those two perfectly formed nipples, and making its way down into those dark red boxers.
Those boxers! You cannot imagine how much I wanted to rip them off of his body. What was hidden beneath them could be no less than the perfection standing there before me. I couldn't stop looking at his body.
Caught with my eyes roving over and caressing every part of his lower body caused me to blush, step backwards into the chair, and drop my eyes to the floor. Brandon apparently misinterpreted my actions as fear, and immediately walked up and threw his arms around me pulling me to him. God he smelled so good!! He started repeating over and over, "I'm sorry, Billy Joe. I'm sorry."
With his arms around me holding me tight, it was all I could do to breathe. My body was reeling with the sensations running through it. It was as if every point of contact was aflame. He felt so soft. Yes, his skin and that fuzzy black hair was like velvet. I wanted so much to let my hands freely stroke his entire body.
My head was over his right shoulder as he held me firmly in a tight hug continuing to repeat, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Billy Joe." I was desperately trying to collect my self and keep as much of my lower body as far away from him as I could. I didn't want him to feel my reaction. He smelled absolutely divine. If I wasn't careful I was going to get drunk just on his scent.
Just at that moment, Brandon's mom and dad came running into the room. Mrs. Deveraux said, "What's wrong Brandon? Why were you running down the hallway and stairs screaming Billy Joe's name. Are you all right, Billy Joe?"
Brandon pulled back away from me and turned to face his parents. He still had his right arm over my shoulder. I noticed he dropped his left arm and hand down so that his hand now covered the front of his boxers. Was Brandon getting turned on from touching me? Or had it been there all along? Or was it just his normal state when he arose? I mean, like it was almost an everyday occurrence for me to awaken with a woody. Did Brandon have the same problem also? Wait, it couldn't be? Surely it would have gone down by now with all of his excitement and running downstairs! Don't you think so? I wonder?
Brandon said, "Mom everything is all right. I woke up and realized Billy Joe was not in bed with me. I thought he had ran away." As he said this he looked sheepishly at me.
Starting to get angry I said, "Brandon, I wouldn't run away. Pa and I gave you our word of honor. My family may be poor white trash, but I will not go back on my word!" The more I thought about it the madder I was getting.
I thought I heard Brandon mumble, "I'm counting on that." But I couldn't be sure.
Looking at me Brandon very firmly said, "Billy Joe, you are not trash! I never want to hear you say that again. You may have been poor." Then looking up and down my body and then returning his eyes back to mine he said, "And you definitely are white; but you never will be trash."
As he continued looking at my face Brandon recognized I was getting mad, and he said, "I'm sorry, Billy Joe. I really am. I do trust you. It's just you were so upset last night. I thought maybe you might have run away. Please, forgive me!"
Looking into his beautiful blue eyes, I couldn't help but forgive him. When I saw his true feelings reflected there, I said, "That's OK, Brandon."
"But Brandon, why did you sleep in the bed with me last night. I thought you were going to sleep in your bedroom over there", as I pointed towards the bathroom and the adjoining bedroom.
"Billy Joe, this is my bedroom. Now that you are here, I am not going to let you out of my sight anymore than is absolutely necessary. I have wanted you to be here for the longest time."
I was stunned. He had wanted me here! Why? Why didn't he just ask me then? He had said nothing, nor done anything up to this point indicating he wanted me here, except for that one statement in the pool hall last night.
"Billy Joe, I want us to best friends. I like you. I want us to have fun together and do things. I have wanted you to be my brother ever since I first saw you."
His brother! Wait a minute! What's he talking about? His brother? OH my God! Here I have been thinking he wanted me for his sex slave, and all he really wants is for me to be his brother! I can't handle this! What can I do? I made love to him this morning and he wants me to be his brother! OK, I know he did not do anything, but I still made love to him even if he was asleep. This can't be happening to me. I don't know what was reflected in my face and eyes, but my mind was in utter turmoil.
"Your brother? Uhmmmmmm! Your best friend?"
"Yes, Billy Joe, I want you to be my friend and brother. I have always wanted a brother to do things with, and I want it to be you."
"But Brandon."
"No buts, Billy Joe! We can be like brothers and best friends. Please try! I just want to have you around me all the time."
"Brother?"
"Come on Billy Joe, Please!"
"Best friend?"
"Yes, Billy Joe. Best friends! All of my real brothers are at least 15 years older than me. I have never had a brother. That's all I want is for you to be my brother!"
"Well, I guess since we are related and you are my cousin."
Very slowly my mind was looking at this turn of events. Could I just be his friend? Considering how my body reacts to him, I knew it would be very difficult. Why did he have to make that stupid wager? Did he think he could force me to be his friend?
"Billy Joe." Mrs. Deveraux softly said breaking into my thoughts.
"Uhhh, Yes. Mrs. Deveraux."
"Brandon is not your cousin."
"But you said last night you are my aunt or did I dream that?"
"No, Billy Joe. You didn't. And yes I am your aunt. But Billy Joe is not my child. His mother died at birth just like your mom. I was a good friend of the family and started taking care of Brandon."
Turning and looking at Mr. Deveraux, she said, "Charlie and I fell in love and we were married about six months later."
"So Brandon is not your son."
Looking at Brandon she said, "No, he is not my child, but he is my son. I have always loved him as my own. He has been the son I could never have."
Looking at her and Brandon, I knew she loved him and he her. They were not related, but I could tell they loved each other as a mother and son.
Brandon smiled at her and then turned to me saying, "Does it matter Billy Joe that I am not your cousin?"
"Ah, no, not really."
Mrs. Deveraux looked at Brandon and said, "Why don't you get dressed Brandon. We can talk about this downstairs over breakfast. It should be ready by now."
With that she and Mr. Deveraux turned and walked out of the room.
Brandon looked at me and said, "I'm going to take a quick shower. Do you need one?"
Was that an invitation to take a shower with him? There was no way that was going to happen. I couldn't even stand in the room with him without getting aroused. How would I ever be able to take a shower?
"No, Brandon. I've already had my shower."
"You did? When?"
"Brandon, I got up at 4:30 this morning and went downstairs and took a shower in the bathroom off of the laundry area. I didn't want to wake you." There was no way I was going to tell him why I needed the shower!
"OK. Do you want to wait here while I shower or go on downstairs."
I said, "Oh Yes! I want to wait right here and see you totally naked."
Ha! Ha! Gotcha there!
Actually I said, "Brandon, I think I will go downstairs if it is all right."
"OK. Why don't you get your school papers and we can talk about that over breakfast."
"Sure." Like what is there to talk about. I have no idea what is going to be required of me in this arrangement. His brother? Best Friend?
Brandon turned and walked over to the bathroom. I couldn't keep my eyes off of him as he moved across the room and into the bathroom. I had to get out of there. There was no way I was going to keep my composure if he came out naked. I grabbed my backpack, which had my papers in it, and then quickly went out in out the hallway. Once in the hallway, I took some deep breaths to calm myself. After composing myself I went down the hallway and then downstairs.
Standing at the bottom of the stairs was Mr. Deveraux. He said, "Come on into the dining room and we can talk while we wait for Brandon."
Entering the room I saw Mrs. Deveraux seated at one end of the table and two empty places side by side. There was a place at the end of the table opposite Mrs. Deveraux, which Mr. Deveraux walked over to and sat down at. He motioned for me to sit in the place next to him.
After I had sat down, Mr. Deveraux said, "Billy Joe, I want you to know how happy we are you are here. Brandon has liked and wanted you around for a very long time. I know you don't understand everything, but rest assured he wants you to be happy and he is going to take very good care of you. Not only is he going to take care of you, but so are Elizabeth and I. If there is anything we can do to help you, please don't hesitate to ask. Just relax, everything is going to be all right."
Just as he finished, in walked Mrs. Haines. (You remember her as the little old lady who had caught me in the laundry room earlier in the morning. Did I ever tell you her name? Sorry about that if I didn't. She did introduce herself to me.) She was pushing a cart loaded with food. She said, "Good morning." And then to me she said, "Good to see you again, Billy Joe. Are you ready now for that man's breakfast we talked about earlier in the laundry room?"
As she said this both Mr. and Mrs. Deveraux said, "What?'
I glanced at Mrs. Haines and smiled. Then I turned to Mrs. Deveraux and said, "We me earlier this morning when I was downstairs doing my laundry. I hope it was all right. All of my clothes were dirty so I came down and did a couple of loads. (Especially those shorts I had messed up, but I didn't mention them.) I also took a shower down here in the bathroom. I didn't want to wake up Brandon. I tried not to mess anything up. (Well you know I did, but thankfully it was washed down the drain.)"
"What time did you get up?"
"4:30."
"4:30!" Both Mr. and Mrs. Deveraux said in unison.
"Well... ahh.. uhmm...! I couldn't sleep and since I am accustomed to getting up then. I thought I should get my clothes cleaned, so I would be ready for whatever Brandon wanted me to do."
"No. It's all right, Billy Joe. We are just surprised you were up so early. After last night we kind of thought you might sleep in. You did you own laundry?" said Mrs. Deveraux.
Mrs. Haines smiling at me said, "Yes. He did! And a mighty fine job of it. Everything was folded as neat as a pin when I found him in the laundry room. He's a good boy. I offered him breakfast, but he said he would wait for Brandon. Where is that boy? Always making everyone wait."
Obviously, Mrs. Haines was an accepted part of the household, as she said this with a smile on her face and a laugh in her voice. I noticed both Mr. and Mrs. Deveraux also were smiling.
She said, "I also told him from now on to just put his dirty clothes down the laundry chute and we would return it to him nice and neat."
All this time she had been transferring the food onto the table. She then turned and went through the door and back into the kitchen.
Just as she left Brandon came running into the room. He was fully dressed in a light blue polo shirt, khaki shorts and some Nike shoes. His hair had been combed, but was still damp from his recent shower. How does he always look so good? He yelled, Hi to Mrs. Haines as she left, then came over and sat down in the chair between his mother and I.
He said, "Did I miss anything?"
Mr. Deveraux said, "Well I don't think you missed much, except we just found out Billy Joe has been up since 4:30, took a shower, did his laundry, and very neatly folded it according to Mrs. Haines."
Turning to me he said, "You what?"
"I did my laundry. It's something I do every week. I needed some clean clothes."
"Oh yeah, I remember now. You told me all your clothes were dirty last night. Well don't worry about that. We will take care of that this afternoon."
"What are you talking about?"
"This afternoon you and I are going to drive into Pensacola and get you a whole new set of clothes. Maybe I will also get some. Then we will look like twins. How about that?"
"Twins? I don't think so, Brandon. You had better go look in the mirror. There is no way you with your black hair and me with my blond hair could ever be mistaken for twins."
Laughing he said, "Yeah, your right, Billy Joe. You are much better looking than I am."
He didn't say that? He can't think I am better looking than him? Can He?
I said, "I think you need your eyes checked. Are you sure you don't need glasses?"
Everyone laughed as we joked with each other. I felt really comfortable being there. For some reason I didn't feel out of place.
For the next 25 minutes or so we ate and talked about a lot of general things. I was included fully in the conversations. Some questions were asked about my family, which I answered. I learned Billy Joe had 5 older brothers with his closest brother being 15 years older than him.
When we were finished eating, Brandon said, "Billy Joe, did you bring down your school papers?"
"Yes."
"Could you get them out. I think we need to get everything signed and settled right away. We don't want you to lose you place or your scholarships."
"But I don't know what I'm going to do now."
"You don't have to decide. I have already made the decision. You will return the acceptance form to Florida State confirming your spot and notify the scholarship agencies of your intent to go to Florida State."
"But Brandon."
"No buts, Billy Joe. We are both going to FSU. You can tell them that you will not need a dorm room as we will be living together in an apartment. I have already reserved it and it will be ready for us when school starts."
"But."
"Look Billy Joe, I want you with me. That is why I have done everything I have. I am going to take care of you. Mom and dad are going to help you also.
"But Brandon, what if I don't want to go to Florida State?'
"Can you honestly tell me you don't want to got Florida State?"
Looking at Brandon with that fire in his eyes, there was no way I could lie. "No Brandon. I do, but...."
"Remember no buts. If your finished eating, sign those documents and then we are going to go into town and take care of some business, and then drive down to Pensacola to get you some clothes. Just leave the letters here and they will be picked up later."
Grudgingly, I said, "Okay." I looked at Mr. Deveraux and then at Mrs. Deveraux.
She smiled and mouthed at me the words, "It will be all right."
I looked back at Brandon and he was smiling at me. God, why does he affect me so? I saw nothing but a genuine look of concern on his face.
"Okay, let's go. What do I need to bring?
"Nothing really. We are going to get you all new clothes. Everything including new underwear." Then he blushed.
Uhmmmmmm! Maybe there is some hope after all went through my mind as I saw the look on his face and him blushing.
Brandon said, "You do have your wallet, don't you? Do you have a driver's license or and ID card?"
"Oh yeah, I have a driver's license and my social security card. I always carry them with me."
"That's good. Everything else we need we can get at the court house."
The courthouse? Why are we going there? What is he talking about?
Before I could say anything he jumped up and said, " Wait right here. I need to grab a few things then we can go. It will only take a minute." Then he ran out of the room, and I could hear him going up the stairs.
I turned back to the table and looked at Brandon's parents. They were both smiling. Mrs. Deveraux said, "We are really glad you are here, Billy Joe. We have never seen Brandon so happy. I know he seems really dictatorial about everything, but you must understand he has really wanted to have you around for a very long time. He really does like you! And he definitely wants to be your friend."
"It's OK. It's just that I don't know what is expected of me. I like Brandon very much and actually I would like to be his friend, but I do wish he had gone about it a little differently."
"Would you have been his friend if he had?"
"Uhmm! Probably not! He is........ Well he is......... You know what I mean. I am the son of a sharecropper and he is a Deveraux."
"Billy Joe, he is nothing more than a human being. He is no better than you are. You are both equal. You don't need to feel that he is any better than you. In many ways you are superior to him. You have your strengths and weakness, just as he has. Please try to accept him as your friend. He has gone to some pretty desperate measures to get you here."
"I'll try."
"Thank you, that's all we can ask. But we do have faith it is going to work out with both of you. We know Brandon only has your best interests at heart."
"Thanks Mrs. Deveraux. Thank you very much."
"Please call me, Aunt Beth. I would really like that." As she said this, she had risen and walked over to me. She gave me a great big hug.
"Thanks Aunt Beth."
Mr. Deveraux had also walked up behind me and when Aunt Beth released me he took my hand and started shaking it and then also pulled me into a hug. Then he said, "She is right in everything she said. It will be all right."
"Thanks Mr. Deveraux."
"Please call me Charles. Since you are now a part of the family we don't need to be so formal."
Thanks, Charles."
At that moment Brandon yelled at me to come on as he was ready to go. I quickly signed the papers and Aunt Beth took them from me saying she would post them in the mornings mail. After expressing my thanks I turned and went out into the foyer. Brandon was waiting and motioned for me to follow him. We went back out to the garage and got into his car. He drove out the driveway and headed towards town.
Along the way, we talked about a lot of general things. He asked questions about my school and I asked similar questions of him. It was really strange to learn we had so much in common, even though we were from different families. We had had a lot of similar experiences as we grew up. Not the same, but yet they were the same in many ways. It was really amazing.
As we entered town and pulled up in front of the courthouse, Brandon told me just to follow his instructions. We had this one item of business and then we would be off to Pensacola. We got out of the car and walked into the building. Brandon led me directly to the Clerk's office and walked up to the counter.
The clerk, recognizing Brandon, said, "So this is Billy Joe."
"Yes. Is everything ready."
"Sure is. All we need is his sworn statement and his signature after I have seen some identification."
"Will his driver's license or social security card be OK."
"His driver's license will be fine."
I handed her my driver's license, which she looked at and handed back.
Then she said, " We already have his birth certificate. But he will need a new social security card. If he will give me his, I can take care of getting a new one sent. Also he will need to get a new driver's license."
I had no idea what they were talking about and was trying to understand when she turned to me and said, "Raise your right hand, and repeat after me."
I know what you are thinking, he is going to ask a bunch of questions, but I was really dazed by what was happening. Being the very obedient person I am, I raised my right hand.
She then said, "Do you William Joseph Cantrell solemnly swear that the request you are making and document you are signing is being done of your own freewill."
"Yes."
"Congratulations you..."