WHILE SOME OF THE EVENTS DESCRIBED IN THIS STORY ARE FICTIONALIZED, SO I CAN RETAIN WHAT'S LEFT OF MY SANITY, MANY OF THE EVENTS HERE ACTUALLY HAPPENED AS DESCRIBED. YOU SHOULD KNOW BEFORE YOU CONTINUE THAT THIS STORY CONTAINS GRAPHIC ACCOUNTS OF CHILD ABUSE AND VIOLENCE, AS WELL AS DRUG USE BY TEENAGERS. IF YOU ARE EASILY OFFENDED OR THIS KIND OF MATERIAL IS ILLEGAL FOR YOU TO READ, PLEASE STOP NOW. IF YOU HAVE ANY COMMENTS OR SUGGESTION, YOU CAN EMAIL ME AT JKEELE777@YAHOO.COM. PLEASE INCLUDE THE STORY NAME IN THE SUBJECT LINE, SO YOUR MESSAGE IS NOT FILTERED INTO THE JUNK PILE! IF YOU ARE, OR KNOW OF A CHILD IN A SIMILAR SITUATION, DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT! CALL THE POLICE. CALL SOCIAL SERVICES. DO ANYTHING, BUT DO SOMETHING!
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JEREMY
Chapter 6
The second Greg was out the door that morning Benny pulled me down the hall to our room, practically shoving me through the door. When he had made sure it was locked, he turned to me with a silly grin and said "Sooooo, what do you wanna do now?"
Instead of answering him, I grabbed him by the waist and pulled him to me so hard I thought we would both fall, and did my best to curl his toes with the kiss I laid on him. Apparently it worked, because when we pried ourselves apart, his eyes had the same glazed, far-away look I must get when he touches me. Not to be outdone, Ben spun me around, tossed me on the bed and jumped in after me. When he pulled me in and kissed me again, his hands roamed over my chest, while mine were kneading his back, trying to pull him even closer to me. After a few minutes, I pulled back to catch my breath and stare at this beautiful boy holding me in his arms. He had a goofy grin on his face, always. His eyes sparkled like emeralds in a sunny window. He had a beautiful body; firm in all the right places, and soft in all the right places, without being too bulky. In other words, I thought he was absolutely perfect. He didn't have a lot of body hair, either. Just a little on his stomach and his legs. Speaking of legs, the guy had GREAT legs! Muscular, but not like tree trunks; hairy, but not furry; and best of all, they led to his perfect ass!
The more we each explored the others body, the more I wanted him. When I finally let my hand drop to his boxers and lightly rub his dick and balls, I almost shot in my shorts. Even though we were young, and not finished growing, this kid had what I thought had to be a huge dick. Later, when we measured, I discovered it was just over seven inches, but it was very thick. The first time I put my hand inside his shorts, he bit his bottom lip and groaned softly.
"Is this your first time with a guy?" Ben asked me. "I don't want you to feel like I'm pushing you into doing this."
"Ben," I said, "There are still a few things you don't know about me. This is not my first time with a man, but it is the first time I've wanted to do anything like this, with anyone. I don't want to talk about it now, but I really do want to do this with you," I told him.
He sat up on the bed, and looked at me like I had slugged him. "What do you mean by that?" he asked. "What do you mean it's the first time you've wanted to do this?"
"We can talk about it later, if you really want to," I replied, "but I'm not letting you out of this bed for a while."
With that said, I reached down and started to stroke him again, and soon he was hard enough to pound nails. When I scooted down on the bed and started to tongue his large, full balls, he began to moan and writhe around on the bed. When I moved up and started to lick my way up his shaft, his entire body went stiff; he opened his mouth and shot a HUGE load, all over the bed and his chest and stomach. While he was coming down from that little high, I made my way back up the bed and lay down next to him, with my head on his chest.
When he finally stopped shaking, he looked down at me and said "I'm so sorry! I've never had such a short fuse! It's just that I've wanted this for so long?.Jeez, how embarrassing!"
"Hey, buddy, don't be embarrassed - look down a bit, and you'll see that I sprayed all over the side of the bed as soon as I touched you." I giggled.
He looked at me with a big goofy grin and replied "well, since we already have to clean the sheets" and then pulled me up onto the bed and kissed me again, this time slowly and with more passion than I had ever experienced. Then he rolled me over so I was on top of him (not an easy feat when you are still sore all over, believe me!) and continued searching for my tonsils with his tongue. When he started running his hands lightly up and down my back and sides, I moaned and gave a little involuntary shudder.
I briefly broke our kiss to moan again and say "God, Ben that feels soooo good." When he reached my ass, he put his hands under me, and pulled me up a little farther, spreading my legs so that I was straddling him. He kept rubbing my ass and my thighs while we each slowly tried to crawl down the others' throat. When he spread my cheeks apart, just the tiniest bit, I froze, and he sensed it, rather than saw it, because his eyes were still closed. I felt like I was disappointing him when I pulled way, but I couldn't stop myself. The best day of my life, and I was ruining it! I'm such a baby sometimes.
"Ben, I'm sorry," I started, "we can do that if you want." I told him, with my head down and my eyes closed. "I don't want to make you mad. You've been very kind to me. If that's what you want, I'll do it."
"Oh, God!" he cried, and then he pulled his pants on as he ran out the bedroom door. I was instantly lost. I had no idea what to do, or what I had done wrong. After all, I was going to let him do what he wanted. Why did he freak out like that? When I still had not seen or heard from him in two hours, I panicked. I grabbed everything I could throw in my gym bag, and stopping at the desk, I wrote this note to him: Ben, I'm sorry. I know having me around is weird for you guys, and I'm still not sure what I did this afternoon, but I don't think I should stay here anymore. I feel like I'm invading your family, and I don't want to do that. Nothing that happened to me is your fault, and it didn't have anything to do with you guys. Tell your Dad and Greg that I said goodbye, and that I am grateful for what you guys did for me. Just put my clothes on the front porch tomorrow, and I'll come get them after you leave. I won't bother you again.
Jeremy _____________________________________________________________________________________
When Joe, walked into the door that night after his shift, Ben was sitting on the couch, crying hysterically. He was balled up in the corner of the big sofa, with his head in the cushions, and his back to the living room. He never ever heard his father come in the house.
"Ben," Joe exclaimed, "what's wrong? Where is everyone? Why are you crying? Where's Greg? Is he OK?" When he finally paused for a breath, he noticed that Ben was staring at him like he had grown a second head.
"Dad, Greg is staying at Brett's house, remember? Dad, I fucked up. I fucked up real bad." With that, he started crying again and handed Joe the note. "Daddy, I didn't know. I swear, I never would have done it if I had known!"
"Benny, calm down, baby boy. You haven't called me Daddy in six years, son. What happened today after I left?"
As Ben told his father what had happened, not sparing any detail, it dawned on Joe what had happened. He had heard this story too many times in his line of work, and it never ended well. He knew that somewhere along the way, Jeremy had been hurt, badly, and it had left huge scars. You just couldn't see these scars; they were all inside.
"Ben, you need to help me find him. I don't want him to be alone in whatever state of mind he's in, OK? Let's go in your room and figure out what he took with him, and we'll start from there"
After A few minutes of searching the bedroom and bathroom, they discovered that Jeremy had only taken about three days of changes of clothes, and his financial information, including his checkbook and credit card. He had forgotten to grab anything out of the bathroom, and had not gotten his toothbrush, razor, or more importantly, his pain pills. He had been gone all afternoon. He would be unable to move very soon if he didn't have his pills, but even he didn't realize that yet.
A few houses down?..
When I left, I had no idea where I would go. I just knew I couldn't be there to see the disappointment in Ben's face again. I couldn't live with that. When I found myself in front of my old house, I stopped. My legs felt like concrete. I slowly moved up the front steps, and I realized the carpet was gone from the porch. The front door had been replaced. There were big, dark stains on the front porch, and it made me sick to my stomach to realize it was blood. My blood. I started to shake a little bit then. When I had calmed down a bit, I walked up to the door, put my key in the lock, and crossed my fingers. When the key turned freely, I let out the breath I had been holding in, opened the door to my former hell and stepped inside. Except for the door and the missing astroturf from the porch, nothing had been touched. I sat down in the middle of the living room floor and cried for what felt like hours. I barely had the strength to move up to the sofa. It was then that I realized I had forgotten my meds from the bathroom at Ben's house. Shit. Now I was in pretty serious trouble. My arm, my eye and my ribs were already throbbing from running from the Forster house to my own, and I was starting to feel sick. I crawled into my parents room and pulled the tobacco can out from under his side of the bed. When I opened it, I had a little hope. They had at least forgotten to take their weed when they left. I tossed my mom's pipe into the can and crawled back to the sofa. I smoked a couple of bowls and started to relax, and then my side cramped up from the coughing. When I was sure I wasn't gonna pass out, I grabbed the phone off the side table, and called Kevin.
After three rings, he answered the phone. "Kevin?" I asked. "Can you come over? Bring me some of your mom's pain pills. I left mine somewhere, and I can't go back there right now. I'm hurting pretty bad. I'm at my old house."
"Of course, man. I'll be right there. I just gotta grab some pills for you and I'll be there in ten minutes."
After he got the pills from his mom's room, Kevin decided he had something better, and went to his room to get it. He knew Jeremy would like the surprise, and maybe he would have some cash so they could get some more. He stuffed four twenty dollar bags in his needle kit, threw it in his backpack, and headed to his car. When he got to the front door, he could hear Jeremy crying softly from the living room. He tapped on the door twice, and headed into the house. When he looked at his friend, lying on the sofa crying, he knew that it was more than the pain from his injuries that had Jeremy crying. Kevin didn't know how long Jeremy had been taking the pills, or how many he took a day, but he knew dope-sick when he saw it. His friend was having withdrawal pains, and he was obviously scared. He had no clue what was happening to him; he just thought his pills had worn off. Well, Kevin could fix this. He had the kit right there in his bag.
"Jer, look at me. I didn't know you were hurting so bad, man. I only brought a couple of pills, and that's not going to be enough to make you feel better. I've got something here that I think will help you, but you're gonna freak out on me a little bit when I tell you. You need to trust me right now. This will make you feel better. I think you've been leaning on your pills too much, and I think you're maybe addicted. I've got some tar, and I want you to try it. I'll mix it up, and I'll hit you, so you don't have to touch the needle, ok?"
Even though he felt like he was shaking hands with the devil himself, Jeremy nodded his consent.
He watched carefully as Kevin scraped the stuff into a spoon. It looked like bong resin and smelled like ketchup. It was very bizarre. He was fascinated by the ritual, especially when Kevin drew the brown liquid up into the needle.
Kevin looked at Jeremy, and for a moment he wondered if this was maybe the worst thing he had ever done. He had always said he would never introduce someone else to the needle, but his friend was hurting, and this was the only thing he knew to do to fix it.
"Alright, Jer, give me your arm." Kevin said quietly. "I promise this won't hurt at all. Just look away until I tell you I'm done."
Jeremy did as he was asked, and turned his head. Kevin was right. It didn't hurt at all. He just felt a slight pinch, and then it was like the sunrise itself was racing up his arm. He was warm, and very sleepy. He couldn't remember ever feeling better than he did right now. As he sank down to the floor, he thought he heard Kevin yelling his name, but he couldn't answer. He couldn't talk, or even open his eyes. Even when the blackness finally closed in, he was still very warm and happy.