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The Abandoned Boy
Chapter 21
When I was ready to leave for school, I found Simon waiting by the door. Ethan was nowhere to be seen.
"Where'd Ethan go?" I asked.
Simon looked nervously at me and said, "he had to stop home!"
"How come you didn't ride with him?" I asked.
"He wasn't sure if he'd be late or not," Simon answered, looking down at his book bag and fiddling with a zipper on it.
"Oh, OK. Well, we better go or we'll be late too!" I said.
We left for school then.
As we were walking into the school from the teacher's parking lot, we saw Ethan approaching from the student parking lot.
"Good! You made it on time!" I said, when he caught up to us.
"Uh, yeah, why wouldn't I?" he said.
"Simon said you thought you might be late," I said.
Ethan gave Simon a sideways look, but Simon didn't notice. He was busy kicking a pebble as we walked.
"Well, at least you're more awake than earlier," I said.
Ethan stopped then and looked at me with a furrowed brow.
Before he could say anything though, the other 11th grade history teacher caught up to us, and asked if he could compare notes with me regarding an upcoming project we were working on jointly.
"Sure!" I said. I turned back to Simon and Ethan and said, "I'll talk to you guys later."
The other teacher and I left began walking into the building then, discussing the project.
"What the hell did Greg mean by that?" Ethan asked, looking at Simon.
"Search me!" Simon said, staring past Ethan after the two of us.
Ethan contemplated Simon a moment, but the first bell rang before he could ask him anything else. Both boys ran then for their lockers.
At lunch time, I decided to walk over to the teacher's lounge. I had to walk by the hallway where Simon had his locker, to get there. As I always did when I walked by that hallway, I looked down it, to see if Simon happened to be at his locker.
As I looked down the hallway this time, I saw Simon standing at his locker. I was surprised though to see Rob Watkins, the boy with the platinum blond, spiked hair, who Simon had spoken with at the mall, then lied to me about being acquainted with, standing with him. The two appeared to be deep in conversation. They were too far away from me, for me to hear them. As I watched them, I saw Simon give Rob something, but I didn't see what it was.
The two boys were Oblivious to the fact that I was observing them, as they continued talking quietly together, by Simon's locker.
"Thanks Simon," Rob said, ruefully. "You've been so nice to me. There's no way I'll ever be able to make it up to you."
"Stop!" Simon said, smiling, as his face tinged pink.
"Really, If it wasn't for you, I don't know what I'd do," Rob said.
"Well, I know what you're going through - so don't worry about it," Simon said. "Now, what about tonight?"
"Can I?" Rob asked, blushing profusely, and looking very embarrassed.
"Yeah, tonight's OK," Simon said. I don't know about the next few after that though," he added, his smile fading.
"Thanks! And that's OK, I'll figure something else out for after tonight. You're a really great guy Simon! I mean it! You're literally saving my life!" Rob said.
Simon reached over and gave Rob's upper left arm a squeeze. "It's OK man, I totally understand."
Rob smiled gratefully at Simon.
Neither of the boys saw me watching them as they talked. When it looked like they were going to leave Simon's locker, I walked a little ways past the end of the hallway, and stopped and leaned against the wall. A minute later, both boys emerged from the side hallway together, and turned in the other direction. Neither of them looked my way, so again, neither saw me.
I followed them through the lobby. They both went to the cafeteria. Just before they got there though, they split up, and Simon went to sit with Ethan, while Rob found an empty table on the other side of the room, and sat down alone.
What the hell was Simon doing with this Rob? Was he hiding whatever it was from Ethan too? And why was he lying to me about knowing him?
I ran into Tom in the teacher's lounge a few minutes later and told him about what I'd seen. He didn't seem to think there was a problem, but he was still intrigued that Simon had lied to me about knowing Rob, when I asked him about him at the mall, and that he apparently wasn't telling Ethan anything either. Tom suggested I not make a big deal of it, at least for now. He thought I should keep quiet, but that I should keep my eyes open.
Reluctantly, I agreed to do that.
Tom changed the subject then. He wanted to know what I thought about an idea he had for a Christmas present for Ethan.
"He's always over at your apartment so much, he's not getting enough time in practicing his piano! I was wondering if you'd be open to the idea of me getting him a piano, to have at your place?" Tom said.
I could feel my eyes getting big.
"You want to get a piano for him?" I asked, somewhat incredulously.
"Well, not a grand, just a spinet. I know there isn't a lot of room in the apartment really. We could always get a portable electric piano instead I suppose," Tom said.
"Wow!" I said. "That's some present!"
"I know," Tom said. "He's a great kid though, and deserves it."
"What would happen if he and Simon had a fight and split up?" I asked.
"Are they having problems?" Tom asked, somewhat alarmed.
I snickered and said, "No! That's just a 'what if...?'!"
"Oh," Tom said, relaxing. "Well, it'd be his piano. He could do whatever he wanted to with it."
"Well, It sounds like a really nice idea," I said. "How about I go in on it with you? I really wasn't sure what to get him."
"OK," Tom said, smiling. "We can say it's from Simon too. I think he'd really like it if it was from all of us!"
"Cool," I said.
We agreed to run over to the music store together after school to check out what they had to offer.
The rest of the day passed uneventfully.
After school, I told Simon about our idea to buy Ethan a piano. I told him that I was going to meet Tom at the music store, and wondered if he wanted to come along. I was really surprised when he declined. He said he thought the piano was a great idea, and he'd love to come help us pick it out, but he was swamped with homework, and wondered if I'd drive him back to the apartment, before I went to meet Tom. I told him that was OK, and drove back to the apartment first, and dropped Simon off. I told him I'd see him in a while. He smiled ruefully, and said he'd be there, buried under his books.
Chuckling, I took off then to meet Tom at the music store. He was there already, when I arrived. We looked at all different kinds of pianos. In the end, since he was more the classical concert pianist than the rock star, we chose a Baldwin Spinet, and arranged to have it delivered Christmas Eve morning, as Ethan had told us that he had to work that day during the day.
Tom went back to the school then, for a Board of Education meeting that evening.
I drove back to our apartment.
When I got home, Simon came out of his room to meet me, when he heard the door shut behind me. He said his studying was going well, but not to disturb him, as he had a lot more to do. I told him I'd leave him be in that case. He smiled, then went out to the kitchen and grabbed a can of soda from the refrigerator, then headed back to his room. I went to mine then too, to correct some papers and go over the next few days' lesson plans.
Ethan had to work that night, and Tom wasn't coming over after his board meeting, so it was just the two of us alone again.
At suppertime, we baked some chicken pot pies, one of Simon's favorites. I couldn't believe it when Simon told me he wanted 3 of them! Not that it mattered to me. If the boy was hungry he could have all he wanted. Usually he only ate 2 though, and even though they were the smaller size pies, we did have other food we were going to have with them as well.
"Studying makes me hungry. Besides, I think I'm in a 'growth spurt'!" Simon said, blushing and smiling sheepishly.
"Whatever!" I said, smiling, as I put 5 pot pies in the oven.
While we were eating a little while later, I debated with myself about bringing up the fact that I'd seen Simon with Rob Watkins at school earlier. It was really gnawing at me. I wanted to know what was going on, and why Simon was hiding things from me. Something, probably the advice Tom had given me to wait and see, told me to keep my mouth shut though, so I didn't bring it up.
While I was thinking about this, Simon just sat there, silently and steadily eating his away through his pot pies. He quickly finished one, and was starting on his second, when the phone rang.
I didn't answer it, since we were eating. When the answering machine picked up the call though, I heard Tom's voice, so I went to take the call. He needed some information I had in my briefcase for his meeting, so I went to my room and picked up the phone there, and dug around in my briefcase until I found what Tom needed.
As I was talking to Tom, I saw Simon dash past my door. A minute later, I heard the toilet flush, and Simon walked back past my door the other way. Tom and I hung up just then.
I rejoined Simon just as he was sitting back down. His second pot pie was gone already and he was starting in on his third.
"You're gonna be sick if you eat 'em that fast," I said, snickering.
Simon blushed profusely, but grinned at me.
After supper, we watched some TV together, then, we got ready for bed.
'Snuggle Time' was more like usual, although Simon seemed a little quieter than usual I thought. I was surprised when he got up after a while and said he was going back to his room. I looked at him curiously.
"I wanta 'you know'..." he said, blushing a little, and reaching down and squeezing his semi-erect dick for emphasis.
I grinned and said, "OK, G'night. Sleep well."
Simon said good night and disappeared down the hallway then.
As Simon walked into his bedroom, and shut the door behind him, a low, somewhat forlorn voice from behind him said, "You don't know how lucky you are!"
Simon turned toward his bed and looked at the boy who was lying on it rubbing his eyes. He looked to Simon like he might have been crying a little.
"You're wrong," Simon said softly, "I know very well how lucky I am!"
"I'd give anything to have a relationship with my father, like you have with your foster father," the boy said, as he looked up and down Simon's naked body, his glance returning repeatedly to Simon's semi-erect penis.
"I'm sorry you don't," Simon said, as the boy sat up and ran his hand through his spikes of platinum blond hair.
"I don't really think most boys have as good a relationship with their fathers as I do with Greg though. Maybe it's because we just got together," Simon continued.
"Whatever the reason is, you're one lucky guy!" Rob said, as his eyes became fixed now on Simon's dick, which was slowly becoming more fully erect.
Bashfully, Simon grabbed a bathrobe from behind his door and put it on.
"I'm sorry Simon," Rob said, blushing profusely, and diverting his eyes. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I know you don't want to do anything. Just, you're standin' there naked, and you're so damned cute!"
"It's OK," Simon said. "Besides, I saw you naked last night. You're pretty cute too. It's like I said though, I'm in a relationship, and I don't fool around behind his back."
"It's Rodman, isn't it?" Rob said.
Simon just looked at Rob.
Rob smiled and said, "I know, you can't say. But, I can tell. You're always with him at school. I'm happy for you. He seems like a nice guy!"
"Nice enough so I can tell him about you?" Simon asked.
"No! Nobody can know!" Rob said, suddenly looking a little frightened.
"Keep your voice down. Greg'll hear you! And don't get upset," Simon said. "I won't tell, unless you say I can."
"Thanks Simon," Rob said. "And sorry for the outburst."
"It's OK. You gotta pee before we go to bed?" Simon asked.
"Nah. I snuck into the bathroom while you were in with Mr. Winslow," Rob said. "um... Simon... I-I don't mean to pry, but... just what is it you do in Mr. Winslow's bedroom each night before you come to bed?"
Simon blushed, "It's not what you're thinking! There's no sex! Greg's not like that! We just talk about things. It's kind of a tradition with us. We spend a little time together each night before bed, and we can discuss anything we want to. And... well, sometimes Greg tickles me a little, and we usually do hug each other. But Greg and I aren't having sex, if that's what you think!"
"I'm sorry Simon!" Rob said. "I should've realized. It's just that... well... you hear stories about foster parents and their foster kids. I really didn't think anything like that was going on with you guys though. I just wondered what you were doing. I never really had that close a relationship like that with my dad, where we'd talk like that each night. I wish we did!"
"I'm sorry you didn't," Simon said. "I never did with my step-father, but my real dad used to spend time with me each night, until he died a couple years ago. I didn't realize how much I missed that 'quality time' with him, till Greg came along. One night, I got into bed with him for a few minutes, before I went to my room, and we talked, and it was great. We just started doing it each night after that."
"Well, I'm glad you have such a good relationship with Mr. Winslow," Rob said. "All boys should have that with their dads."
"Yeah, I know!" Simon said. "I'm kinda tired now. Let's go to bed."
Simon took off his robe again and hung it up. When he turned around, Rob had taken off his shirt and was taking off his pants. As he pulled them off, Simon saw that Rob's boxers were tenting pretty severely.
"Looks like you have the same problem I do!" Simon said grinning.
Rob looked at Simon and seeing he was fully erect now, he grinned and shoved his boxers down revealing his own full-blown hardon. Simon smiled at the sight of Rob's thick 8" of throbbing meat.
"I like sleeping naked. Thanks for turning me onto it. I never tried it before last night. You were right - it's a lot more comfortable. One problem though - it makes me really horny! Too bad you have a boyfriend..." Rob said.
"I'm sorry you don't," Simon said, smiling.
"S-so do you and Ethan... you know?" Rob asked.
"Sorry, but anything we do is private," Simon said.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked," Rob said. "I was just going to ask you what it's like, that's all."
"Uh, haven't you ever had sex?" Simon asked.
"No," Rob said, looking embarrassed.
"That's OK," Simon said. "At least you've always been careful!"
Simon climbed into bed then. Rob stood hesitantly, looking at Simon.
"You coming to bed or what?" Simon asked.
"I wasn't sure you'd want me to this way," Rob said, pointing to his hardon and blushing.
Simon snickered and said, "Well, I'm in the same shape as you are, only a little shorter! Besides, where else would you sleep?"
"You're not that much shorter," Rob said, snickering, as he climbed into bed next to Simon. "Besides, your whole body's shorter than mine."
Simon reached over and turned out the light then, and the two fell silent.
"Did you get enough to eat?" Simon asked suddenly.
"Yeah, that pot pie was great! Thanks!" Rob said.
"OK, let's get some sleep," Simon said, yawning.
"I don't know if I'll be able to get to sleep. My hardon won't go down!" Rob said.
"I'm having the same problem," Simon said, ruefully.
The boys were both silent a few seconds, then Simon said, "Look, it's dark, and we really can't see each other too well. I don't see why we can't both just lay here next to each other and jack off. I mean - you do yourself, and I'll do myself. If we don't take care of our hardons, we might not get to sleep. Are you up for it."
"Poor choice of words," Rob said, snickering quietly. "Yeah, I'm 'up' for it!"
Simon chuckled, as he pushed the blankets down, exposing himself. Rob pushed them off himself too.
"Want some lotion?" Simon asked.
"Sure!" Rob said.
In the darkness, Simon reached down to the floor, between his night stand and bed, and felt around. When he located a bottle of hand lotion, he picked it up. He gave it a couple shakes, then popped the top.
"Stick your hand over here," he told Rob.
There was just enough light seeping into the room from behind the edges of the curtains, so that Simon could see Rob's hand in front of him. He took it in his left hand, then held the bottle of lotion over it, and poured some into the palm of Rob's hand.
"Thanks!" Rob said.
Simon poured some lotion into his own hand too, then capped, and dropped the bottle on the floor again.
Both boys worked the lotion around in their hands for a moment, so that their hands were completely coated with it.
Simon's eyes had gotten a little more used to the darkness by then, and he could make out Rob's form lying next to him. He saw Rob reach down and wrap his hand around his hardon. A soft snapping sound, caused by the lotion, began as soon as Rob began sliding his hand up and down his shaft. For an instant, Simon wished it was his own hand sliding up and down Rob's dick, but then Ethan's image flashed through his mind, and he felt guilty for having thought about Rob that way. Concentrating on his mental image of Ethan, Simon reached for his own penis and began masturbating, sliding his own lotion-coated hand up and down the length of his cock. It felt good.
For a few seconds, all that could be heard in the room was the soft snapping sounds of the boys' lotioned hands sliding up and down their rigid penises. Shortly, both boys' breathing became a little heavier and louder.
As Simon's eyes were fully accustomed to the darkness now, he could easily see Rob's hand sliding up and down his rod. Rob was also caressing his balls with his left hand. Looking up at Rob's face, he saw that Rob was watching his hand sliding up and down his dick. Simon reached for his balls then and began fondling them as well. Rob looked up at Simon's face and grinned at him. Simon smiled back. Both boys looked back down at their penises again then.
After a minute or so, both of them were beginning to feel their orgasms building. They were both breathing heavier, in soft gasps. Rob's body tensed up a little and his right leg shifted over a little, so that it was pressing ever so slightly against Simon's leg. When Rob's leg touched his, the feeling was electrical to Simon. It caused his own sensations to intensify, and his body tensed up too, causing his leg to press harder against Rob's.
The two boys looked up at each other's faces again. Their eyes locked onto each other's. Their mouths were both open a crack and they were both breathing deeply now. Both could feel their orgasms approaching. As if by telepathic agreement, both boys began jacking off faster. They grinned at each other for a moment, then they both looked back down at their hands as they flew up and down their lotioned shafts.
"Oh fuck!" Rob gasped softly. "I'm gonna cum!"
"Me too!" Simon said.
Both of them began slamming their hands up and down their dicks then, and they each became thoroughly engrossed in their own rising climaxes.
Suddenly, Rob gasped and stopped beating his dick. "Awwww!" he cried out softly, and Simon saw a thin glistening flash of whiteness streak from the tip of Rob's dick, landing on his chest.
As Rob began stroking up and down his cock again, Simon beat up and down his own even faster. Within seconds, as Rob was still shooting cum all over himself, Simon too tensed, groaned, and began spewing his own seed all over his own chest and belly.
With their now sweaty legs still pressed up against each other, the boys both continued pounding their dicks, and ejaculating repeatedly as orgasmic waves swept over them.
Rob's orgasm ended a few seconds earlier than Simon's did, and he relaxed, and lay watching with pleasure as Simon's spasmed a couple more times, before his orgasm finally ended.
"God you do that nicely!" Rob said, as Simon began relaxing.
Simon looked at him, "Do what nicely?" he asked.
"Cum!" Rob said. "You look so fucking passionate and sexy when you're cumming!"
Even though the lights were off, Simon could feel himself blushing in the darkness.
"Uh... OK, I guess," Simon said.
Rob chuckled and said, "Don't mind me. I know I'm weird."
Rob pulled his leg away from Simon's then. "That was nice though. I don't remember ever having such a strong orgasm before. Must be because we jacked off together!"
"It was good," Simon said.
"Messy though," Rob said.
"I know. Mind if I turn on a light, so we can clean up?" Simon asked.
"OK," Rob said.
Simon reached over and turned on the light next to the bed.
"Fuck!" Rob said, surveying both his own, and Simon's torsos. "I never saw so much cum all at once!"
Simon snickered, and handed Rob a wad of kleenexes.
Both boys wiped all their cum off themselves. When they were both cleaned up, Simon turned out the light and they pulled the covers up over themselves.
"Thanks!" Rob said.
"For what?" Simon asked.
"For having sex with me," Rob said.
"Well, that wasn't really sex," Simon said.
"I know," Rob said, "but it's the closest I've come to it so far!"
"I see," Simon said.
"I know. Lame, huh?" Rob said.
"Not really," Simon said. "There's lots of times I'd like to be able to say that that was the closest I've come to having sex."
"What? What do you mean?" Rob asked.
"Can we go to sleep now? I'm tired," Simon said, avoiding Rob's question.
"Sure. Didn't mean to pry," Rob said.
"It's OK," Simon said, as he turned over onto his stomach.
Rob turned over onto his stomach too, and when he settled down, his hip and thigh was touching Simon's.
"Shit! Sorry!" Rob said, as he started to move away from Simon a little.
"It's OK, you can stay there if you want," Simon said.
Rob paused a minute, but then, smiling to himself, he settled back down, leaving his hip and thigh pressed up against Simon's.
Thanks Simon," Rob said. "Good night!"
"Night," Simon yawned.
Within a few minutes, both boys were sleeping peacefully.
The next morning, I woke up early. I smiled to myself when I smelled fresh-brewed coffee. I loved my coffeemaker's brew-timer. It was so nice to be able to get up in the morning and just go pour yourself a cup of coffee, without having to brew it first. Each night after supper, I set it up to go off early the next morning. Then it was ready whenever I was.
I lazed around a few minutes, trying to remember the dream I'd been having when I woke up. I couldn't remember all of it, but I did remember the most important part. Tom and I were in bed together, and he was sucking me off.
As I remembered more of the dream, especially the part where Tom stuffed his finger through my asshole and finger-fucked me as he sucked me off, I got stiff as a board.
Although my door was open, I knew Simon wouldn't be up for a while yet, so I pushed the blankets down and began fondling myself. It only took a minute or so, before I decided to go all the way. I reached into my night stand drawer, and withdrew a bottle of hand lotion. I poured some into my hand and let it warm up a little.
Once the lotion in my hand was warm enough, I slathered it all over my hardon. Then, I wrapped my hand around it and slowly began sliding up and down my stiff shaft. It felt great. After a couple minutes of sensually stroking my penis, I spread my legs further apart, and pulled my knees up slightly, then I dabbed the middle finger of my left hand into a glob of lotion. I reached down and pressed my lotioned finger against my ass crack. It slid right in, all the way to my anus, which I then began massaging.
I began stroking my cock again and massaging my asshole, thoroughly enjoying myself for some time. I was enjoying myself so much, that I failed to see the forehead and pair of eyeballs under a blond head of hair, staring around the door jamb at me, as I masturbated.
After a while, I could tell that my orgasm was finally beginning to build up. Moaning quietly to myself, I stroked my dick a little harder and faster. After a few seconds, I could feel my orgasm approaching. I started beating off a little faster, sliding my fist rapidly up and down the entire length of my hardness. I began pressing a little with the finger I was massaging my anus with. As I pressed back with my ass muscles, my finger slid up inside me. Quickly I located my prostate and began rubbing it a little as well.
After another half minute or so, I couldn't stand it anymore, and suddenly, with a gasp, I fired a shot of cum out my dick, that landed on my chin, and dribbled down my neck and across part of my chest.
Just as I came, I thought I heard a small gasp from the doorway. As I looked quickly toward the door, I glimpsed a bit of blond hair disappearing in the direction of the kitchen.
I didn't have time right then to think about Simon's spying on me, as I was still in mid-orgasm. As I continued pumping away on my dick, and fingering my prostate, I shot load after load of cum, until finally, about a minute later my orgasm ended.
I laid quietly, basking in the afterglow of my orgasm for a couple minutes, waiting for that last drop of jism to ooze out my piss slit. As I laid there, I smiled to myself, imaging the hell I was going to give Simon for spying on me while I masturbated.
After a few minutes, I cleaned myself off with my dirty briefs, which were still laying on the floor next to the bed. Feeling much better, I decided to get a cup of coffee and go shower.
I got up and wandered, naked, toward the kitchen to get my coffee, and confront Simon.
As I walked into the kitchen, I was shocked to find Rob Watkins, sitting at the table, eating a bowl of Coacoa Puffs. He seemed just as shocked as I was, as his arm stopped, halfway between the bowl of cereal and his mouth. He sat there like a stone, staring at me, as I stared back at him.
After a couple seconds, his gaze traveled from my face, down my body, until his eyes riveted on my crotch. Suddenly, I remembered that I was standing there in front of the boy, stark naked!...
The next chapter in this series will be published shortly.
If you're enjoying this story, and my other currently running story "My Step-Brother Jacob" under 'incest',you might want to look for my new story "Brothers, Friends, & Lovers" under 'young friends' too. Enjoy!