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Subject: {ASSM} Jeff's Story, Part 4 (m/b forced[part 1], boylove)
Date: Wed, 13 Mar 2002 23:10:05 -0500
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If you need a link to find part 1,2 or 3, feel free to write at
billyboiiiiiii@yahoo.com

This chapter picks up several days after a 10 year old boy was forced
to perform oral sex on an adult male. There are some adult situations
in this part, and a vivid description of a child molestation. If you
would be offended by this, or if you are under 18, do not read it.

Please write with any comments.

Thanks,
Bill


Part 4

Keith woke around 6:30.  He stood over the couch watching the sleeping
child. He had never seen a sweeter sight in his life. Jeff looked so
peaceful, like there was not a care in the world.

Keith was a good chef, but never really used his culinary skills much
in his home. He always enjoyed entertaining, but didn't have many
adult friends to entertain. Keith was never was too high on
socializing around adults.

He decided on pancakes and bacon. He mixed up the batter and fried the
bacon, and left it all as he waited for Jeff to awaken. He took the
clothes out of the small, apartment-sized washer and put them in the
dryer. At about 7:45 the child began to stir on the couch.  Keith was
sitting at the table in the kitchen reading the paper and drinking
coffee when he heard the stirring.

"Good morning, sir. Your breakfast will be ready shortly."
 
Jeff just lay there looking toward the kitchen. He had never smelled
anything more wonderful in his life. He sat up and rubbed the sleep
out of his eyes. Keith went over to him with his clean, folded
clothes.

"Do you want to take a shower?" Jeff nodded, but looked unsure. He had
never been in a shower before.  All he knew was the small rust-stained
bathtub from his apartment.

"How does it work?"

"You mean the shower? Come on, let me show you."  Jeff got up from the
couch. The big t-shirt hung down to his knees as he stood. He followed
Keith to the bathroom. Keith did not have a bathtub. He just had a
shower fixture in a small stall. "You've never taken a shower before?"

Jeff shook his head `no'.

Keith demonstrated how to turn on the shower and regulate the water
temperature. Jeff had seen plenty of soap commercials on TV, and knew
what to do about soaping and rinsing, but he did not know how to work
the knobs. Keith got him a large, fluffy bath towel and laid it with
his clothes in the commode lid.

"Just get in there and let the warm water clean you good. Take as much
time as you need." On that note Keith left and closed the door. Jeff
never felt anything as good as the warm shower. He scrubbed himself
with a washcloth, just like he always did when he took his daily
baths, but the rinsing sensation was marvelous. He didn't want to get
out. He stayed in there for more than 20 minutes, just enjoying the
sensation. Keith knocked on the door.

"Are you alright in there?"

Jeff turned off the water. He hollered out, "I'm sorry. I didn't want
to get out. It really felt good."

Keith laughed. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. Just take your time."

Jeff stepped out and dried off his little wet body, and put on his
clean clothes. He came out to a plate of the most delicious food he
had ever eaten. They ate quietly. He drank a glass of fresh squeezed
orange juice. The little cartons from the free school breakfast were
good, but nothing like this.

After they finished Keith brought Jeff in to the living room and they
sat on the couch.

"I need to know what time your mom usually leaves your apartment in
the evening."

"I don't know for sure. Usually around the same time school gets out,
kind of. Maybe about 3 or 3:30. Why?"

"I can't tell you, now. Just trust me, OK?"

Jeff  had no one else to trust. He nodded.

"Does she go out everyday, and come back with a man?"

"When she doesn't have appointments she does, except she doesn't on
Sunday. She doesn't bring any men in on Sunday." (It was Thursday.)
"It's been a long time since she's had any appointments. She has been
bringing them in mostly lately." He paused and looked down at the
floor again.   Keith..."

"What?"

"I don't want to go home. Never again." Tears were beginning to form
in his eyes, and he kept looking down at the floor.

"I have to go to work today from 10 until 3. You can stay here by
yourself while I`m gone. I have cable TV and lots of books, and you
can relax here. When I get back from work we'll decide what to do
next."

Keith went into his room and put on his white chef's clothes. He
showed Jeff where everything is, and how to work the TV. He told him
he could eat anything he could find for lunch, and he told him to stay
put and not leave. That was no problem to Jeff. This place was like
heaven to him, and he never wanted to leave.

As Keith left, he said, "I won't be back until after 5. I have a few
errands to run. You have a good day to yourself and I'll see you
then." All Jeff knew was spending days by himself, so it was no
problem with him. He was thrilled to be able to spend it in such a
neat place. Keith left.

Jeff turned on the TV and was amazed at all of the programs that were
available, and he spent a lot of time just flipping through all of the
channels. At lunch he made a sandwich with peanut butter, which was a
real treat to him. He took a nap in the afternoon for a short time,
and watched some more TV, and then at about 3 he turned it off and
read one of his library books.

Keith finished his shift at the country club at 3:00, like always. He
drove to Jeff's neighborhood, and parked about three spaces back from
the door that led to the apartment. He sat and waited. Sure enough, at
about 3:45, Jeff's mother emerged to the street, and began walking up
the street from where Keith was parked. She was wearing a silky red
dress, fishnet stockings, and red pumps

Keith started his engine and drove slowly, stopping just past her. He
hit the button that rolled down the passenger window.

"Hey Baby." Keith tried to sound smooth like Casanova. Jeff's mother
grinned and approached his car.

"You talking to me?"

"Yeah, Babe. I am needing a lesson in economics. I have $30 in my
pocket. What can $30 buy in today's market?"

"Well, Chef Man, I can give you a lesson in economics you won't ever
forget. You got something cookin' for me?"

"Get in and we'll discuss it."

She got in the car and he rolled up the window. He continued his
Casanova look as she got in.

She said, "I only operate in my place. You can have anything you want
for one hour. No anal, and no violence."

"Sounds like a deal to me, Babe. Let's do it." He took his keys out of
the ignition and they got out of the car. He locked it up and set the
alarm. They proceeded into the building and went up the stairs.

They went into her room and she shut and locked the door. Keith kept
the `Casanova' look on his face. He sat on a chair next to the bed.
"Let's see what you have under that dress, Baby."

She raised her sleazy dress up over her head. She had no bra or
panties on. She sat there on her bed stark naked, except for her pumps
and knee high fish net stockings. She spread her legs and began to toy
her vagina with her fingers.

"What do you want, Chef man?"

"Take the pillows off of the bed, and pull off all of the bedding. I
don't want any distractions." He wanted to make sure she wasn't hiding
a gun anywhere.

She had a puzzled look on her face, but had filled strange requests
before, so she threw the pillows on the floor and pulled the covers
off the bed so just a fitted sheet was over the mattress. Keith felt
assured that he was safe. He told her, "Ok, sit on the edge of the bed
and face me."

She did as he said, "Come and get it, Chef man."

Keith got serious. No more Casanova. He was sickened by the sight of
this cheap whore.

"I am going to keep my pants zipped."

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"I just want to talk. I am paying you to listen. When I'm done, you
can respond, and I'll pay you and leave. Fair deal, lady?"

"OK. Fair. Do you want me to masturbate for you or anything?"

"No, just sit with your hands in plain sight and listen carefully. Do
not speak until I tell you to."

She nodded.

"I am a friend of your son Jeff." 

She began to speak, but before she could get the first word out, he
said, "Ah, ah. No talking until I say so. Just shut up and listen. He
didn't come home last night., because he stayed with me. He is fine,
incidentally, as if you even really give a fuck."

She was a good whore, who always gave her clients what they paid for,
so she continued to listen quietly.

"Here is the deal. I know all about your drug habit, and your
profession.. I also know something that could get you locked up for
the rest of your life. I also know that you know exactly what the fuck
I am talking about. I am going straight to the D.A." He paused, "Or we
can make a deal."

There was another little pause. "Now you can speak."

"Alright. What do you want?" She was as stone faced as a mob hit man.

"Simple. You sign over guardianship to me, and nothing will be said
about any of this. You can never have contact with Jeff again unless
it is on my terms."

She just sat there stone faced and naked.

He continued. "It's a win-win-win situation. Jeff wins because he will
never be subjected to the life of bullshit he has had to endure ever
again. I win because I will enjoy the privilege of having him around,
and being able to shape his life. You win because you can give away
fucks and blows for rock and smoke it without having to worry about a
child getting in the way. Make sense?"

She nodded coldly. "Where the fuck do I sign. I can't stand the little
bastard anyway. Always whining, `Why don`t we have any milk, why don`t
we have any bread.' I am  getting fucking tired of it."

Keith shook his head side to side in amazement and disgust. "What a
wonderful, nurturing mother you are," he said sarcastically.

He continued. "Here are the details, in case anybody asks. I am your
`brother' Keith. You have allowed me to take care of my `nephew' while
you deal with your `illness'." He made air `ditto marks' with his
fingers as he said the words.

He reached in his back pocket and pulled out a folded document that he
had worked up on a word processor at work. He handed it to her with a
pen. "That should cover all of the bases. Just sign on the line at the
bottom."

She had a disgusted look on her face. "Are you some kind of pervert or
something, going after little boys to get your rocks off?"

He was infuriated. "It wasn't me fucking his mouth that night."

She glanced at the document, placed it over her naked right thigh, and
scrawled her signature with the pen. Then she handed it to Keith, "Is
that all you want? If you aren't going to fuck me, I would like to put
my dress back on."

"You can get dressed after I leave. There's a box in Jeff's room that
I need.  It`s got his clothes and his birth certificate."

They went out into the main room and into Jeff's room. Keith was even
more amazed when he saw the conditions that the poor child had to live
in. The apartment was filthy and reeked of crack smoke. She led him
into Jeff's room.

"My God, Lady. You couldn't even get him a bed?"

"Mind your own fucking business, shithead."

Keith picked up the box and checked under the clothes, finding the
birth certificate. Most of the clothes were old and stained, and
looked too small for Jeff, and Jeff was small for his age. Keith just
set the box on the old mattress. He took the calendar off Jeff's wall
and slipped the birth certificate and the contract into it.

"You don't want his clothes?"

Keith looked at her. "You couldn't even go to a shelter or a church
and get the poor kid some clothes he could wear. You know, lady, you
don't know how good you have it. You ought to thank the good God above
every time you take a breath. It is one more breath than I would let
you have if I was Him. I am amazed at His mercy." He shook his head in
dismay and unbelief.

"Stuff the fucking sermon up your ass, you son of a bitch. Do you have
what you need, now? I want you the fuck out of here!"

They came out into the main room. He got two twenties out of his
pocket and handed them to her. "Thanks for the time, Whore. I have
never had a fuck or a blow that gave me more satisfaction than I fell
right now."

"Go fuck yourself, you son-of-a-bitch."

He stopped at the doorway and took a felt marker out of his pocket and
wrote a telephone number on her wall. He looked at her as he opened
the door. "This is the number to my voice mail. If you ever wish to
see Jeff, or if there is anything I need to know, then leave a message
and I will get back to you." He went out the door and down to his car
and drove home.

Jeff jumped up and ran to the door when he heard Keith. Keith picked
him up and gave him the biggest hug Jeff had ever had. Jeff just
squeezed him back, like he was hanging on for dear life.

In their embrace, Keith said, "You can stay here. You can stay here."
Keith felt tears on his chef shirt. They were tears of joy. Keith
began shedding a few himself. They just held each other and cried.

          *          *          *          *          *           *   
      *

Author's note: What is boy love? Some have a notion that boy love is a
sexual relationship between a man and a boy. I don't see it as that.
The last thing a boy like Jeff would need at this time is a man
sucking on his tiny, pre-pubescent penis, or consenting to suck on a
man's, or to be at the receiving end of man/boy sexual intercourse.
Sex is not love. Love is commitment, understanding, provision, time,
and many other things that are not as simple as shooting a few wads of
cum in another's presence.

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