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Subject: {ASSM} Jeff's Story, Part 5 (m/b forced[part 1], boylove)
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Jeff's Story, part 5

It was a Saturday when Keith confronted Jeff`s mother.

The entire next week was continual thrill and wonder and excitement
for Jeff. So many things a normal child would take for granted were
new experiences for Jeff. Jeff had always read about these things in
his books, but always thought that they were simply for the "other
people." Now they were for him.
 
Jeff slept on the couch, which didn't bother him at all, because it
was a lot better than the old lumpy mattress he had for a bed since he
was born. Nothing was heard from Jeff's mom. She may have cared some
for Jeff, somewhere deep in her soul, but her troubles, her
dysfunction, and her resulting addiction and hardened her, and she
really was relieved that she no longer had to be concerned about the
boy.

Keith left Jeff alone each day while he worked his shift at the
Country Club, and each day he came straight home to find Jeff reading.
Jeff didn't watch much TV. He was addicted (in a good way) to reading.
Library visits were still a part of their routine, but it was
different now. They did not have to use the library as a meeting
place, so it was not necessary to go as often. They just checked out
more books less frequently.

Keith was concerned about Jeff's health. On Monday he took Jeff to the
doctor for a physical exam, and to the dentist to get his teeth
checked.
 
It took some major explaining to convince Jeff that it was OK for the
doctor to check him "down below" during the exam. On the way to the
doctor Keith was anticipating that this may be a problem for the boy,
because it always made him very uncomfortable every time he went
through it, so he explained it very openly and calmly, that all men
and boys need these things checked periodically, and that it was OK,
and that it was OK and perfectly normal to be a little embarrassed.

Keith went into the examining room with Jeff. The nurse checked his
blood pressure and temperature and asked some simple questions. She
got a hospital gown out of a cabinet and told him to take off all of
his clothes and slip on the gown, and that the doctor would be in
shortly. She left the room. Keith told Jeff to just take off his
shirt, and he could slip the gown on and then take off his shorts and
underwear. That would spare him some of the embarrassment of having to
undress in front of Keith.

When it was time for the genital exam the doctor positioned himself so
Jeff's back would be turned to Keith, and examined his genitals by
simply lifting the front of the gown up. Jeff was red-faced, but the
doctor was VERY professional, and even explained to Jeff how that this
was the only time an adult should ever be allowed to ever touch him
there. Jeff, unfortunately, knew exactly what he was talking about.

Overall everything checked out pretty good. He was in surprisingly
good health, except for some nutritional deficiencies from his poor
diet, and the doctor recommended some chewable vitamins.


After the appointment, in the car, Jeff said, "Why did I have to turn
my head and cough?"

Keith tried not to laugh, which would have added some to the
embarrassment. "Well, it is the cough they're interested in, not the
turning of the head. If you have some certain kinds of problems, the
doctor can feel it when you cough. Think for a minute, Jeff. Why do
you think you had to turn your head?"

Jeff sat and thought while they went down the street in the car.
"Maybe he wanted to check the side of my neck?"

Keith smiled. "No, it is a simpler answer than that." Keith wanted
Jeff to discover the answer himself, without just giving him the
answer. Keith knew how important it was to make a child think and
discover things on his own, and this was a small exercise in it. "Now
think."

Jeff sat silently. "I don't know, Keith, can I have a hint?"

"What if you didn't turn your head?"

Jeff's eyes lit up. "Oh yeah! I would've coughed in the doctor's face.
Yes!"

"Very good thinking! You get an A. You won't get a lot of answers
directly from me, I want you to be able to think on your own, and
learn how to find your own answers. I'll help you, but you are still
going to have to do all of the thinking."

"Yeah, I like that. I like that." Jeff was feeling pretty smart on the
way to the dentist, and the exercise helped to diffuse some or all of
the embarrassment Jeff felt during the exam.

The dentist just found one small cavity, and was able to clean it out
and fill it without numbing it. Jeff had one advantage in his poverty,
he never had sweets to eat, and that actually helped his teeth. He
also took all of the dental hygiene advice from school very seriously,
and tried his best to keep his teeth clean.

So all of the medical concerns were addressed that day. (There was a
free clinic a few blocks from Jeff's old apartment. The boy had gone
there a few times for school physicals, vaccinations, and a small
amount of medical care. Keith called them previously and had his
records faxed over.) Keith was very convincing about Jeff being his
nephew, and that his sister was a single parent recovering from an
illness. He had the document in his pocket, along with Jeff's birth
certificate, but neither office required seeing them. Keith just had
to fill out some forms and releases, and sign them as guardian. He was
quite relieved, as this gave him a practice run for the start of
school in August.

Keith was a foster child when he was little, and knew that if he had
gone to the authorities about Jeff's situation, Jeff would have gone
through social services and into the foster program, and Keith would
not have had this opportunity. Even though this was done "under the
table", and the document that Jeff's mother signed probably had no
legal footing, it worked to get Jeff in his care without the boy
having to go into the system. Keith knew that as an unmarried young
male he probably would not have much of a chance of becoming a foster
parent, and stood even less of a chance of becoming Jeff's.

The doctor's visits were done on Monday. Keith had every Sunday and
Monday off. He had taken Jeff on Sunday to get some clothes, because
nothing left in the box at the old apartment was worth keeping or
wearing, and all Jeff had to wear were the clothes he had on the night
Keith took him in. The new wardrobe was simple. Three pairs of gray
ribbed briefs, three pairs of white socks, three pairs of denim
shorts, three t-shirts, one pair of long pants, a pair of soft cotton
gym shorts and a white T to sleep in, a good pair of tennis shoes, and
a light jacket. Keith was a good shopper, and he found all of the best
deals  It  cost him less than $200 total.

 The rest of the week was pretty routine. Keith always got up first
and prepared a simple breakfast every morning, and Jeff took a shower
every morning. Keith went to work with very firm instructions that
Jeff was not to leave the apartment or answer the door. He always
phoned Jeff during his fifteen minute break, and came promptly home.
If there was any grocery shopping to do, or any errands to run, he
took Jeff with him. Most of the people they encountered out and about
thought they were simply father and son, and that was fine with Keith.

On Friday Keith came home a half-hour late, though. He had a shopping
bag in his hand. Jeff ran to the door to greet him.

"I was worried, you're a little late."

"I had to stop at a store on the way home." He hugged the boy. "Listen
carefully, I want you to go into my room for about 15 minutes. I have
a surprise for you. You can read, or you can watch my TV. I'll let you
know when I'm ready for you to come out."

Jeff walked excitedly into Keith's room and shut the door. Keith went
back out to his car and brought in a box containing a double-layer
chocolate cake, baked and iced perfectly by the club's pastry chef.
Keith carefully positioned 11 small candles on the cake. He blew up 2
colorful balloons and set them on the counter with the cake, and
opened the shopping bag. In it was a gift-wrapped box. He set it on
the floor and opened a new CD and inserted it into his CD player. Then
he lit the candles.

He opened the door to his room and slipped in, shutting it back. Jeff
was reading.

"I'm ready now, but you'll have to keep your eyes closed."

"What's going on?"

"Just wait and see." Keith led him out to the living room. Everything
was positioned neatly on the counter, which served as a snack bar
between the living room and the kitchen.

Keith said, "OK, you can look now." As soon as Jeff opened his eyes,
Keith pointed a remote control at his CD player and pressed the start
button. A chorale with a full orchestra blasted out a rousing
rendition of the traditional "Happy Birthday to You."

Jeff saw the lit cake and the gift and the balloons. His mouth dropped
open in total surprise. Tears came to his eyes.

Keith was a lousy singer, so he let the group on the CD do it, but he
flung his arms to the music, like he was directing the chorale. He had
a broad smile on his face. The chorale came to the finale after the
second time through, "Happy birthday to youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu." and
the orchestra finished with a stirring crescendo.

Jeff was overwhelmed and continued crying.

"Don't cry, Jeff. Today is the 18th, and you are now officially 11
years old. Happy birthday."  He picked Jeff up and squeezed him hard.
Jeff squeezed him back.

"Nobody ever paid attention to my birthday before. Never. I forgot
what day it was. I didn't even remember it was my birthday, with
everything that happened. I lost track of the days."  He was sniffing
back the tears.

"Well, you don't have to worry, friends help friends remember things.
Make a wish and blow out the candles!"

Jeff just looked at him with a questioning look. "Make a wish?"

"It is a traditional birthday thing. Think of something you want, and
hold it in your mind, and if you blow out all of the candles, then
your wish is supposed to come true."

Jeff remembered reading about it in one of his books, and he nodded.
"I'm can't tell it, either, right?"

Keith nodded. "Hurry, they're going to burn down to the cake if you
don't."

Jeff thought for a second and blew them all out. Keith hit the remote
again, "directing" the chorale for an encore of the "most sang song
ever". Jeff just laughed as Keith overacted and made a fool of
himself.

The doorbell rang during the orchestra`s finale. "That should be the
pizza man." Keith paid the guy and they sat and ate pizza. This was
another new experience for Jeff, because the only pizzas he ever ate
were the individual frozen square ones served in his school lunches.
This was so much better. They drank apple juice, which complimented it
nicely, and added a serving from the fruit and vegetable group. Keith
was always concerned about proper nutrition.

After they ate their fill, Keith said, "We'll have the cake later. Now
you can open your present." He got up and brought the gift to Jeff at
the kitchen table. "Open it."

Another thing he remembered from his reading, gifts. He had never
gotten one before. The Christmas before a charity group came to his
old apartment with a box of food and a wrapped gift. Jeff's mom put
the food in the kitchen and kept the wrapped gift, telling Jeff it was
hers. (It was a nice toy for Jeff, but she took it to a pawn shop for
cash. At least Jeff never found out it was for him.)

Keith told him to tear it open. (He was trying to carefully remove the
tape.) He ripped it excitedly. In the box was a new baseball and two
ball gloves, a small one for him and an adult sized one for Keith.
More tears came to Jeff's eyes.

Keith put his hand on the boy's shoulder gently and said, "You will
never have that sad look as you watch some other boy play catch with
his father. Come on!."

They went to the park and played catch until dusk began to set in.

How can someone describe feelings of elation and excitement? Are there
enough appropriate words in the English language? Joy? Thrill?
Satisfaction? Contentment? Euphoria? Relief? These do not do justice
to the overwhelming emotion Jeff felt when he stood in that park near
other boys with their fathers, doing what they were doing, simply
tossing a ball back and forth with someone who loved them enough to
give up a little of their time.

Afterwards they went to the car to go home. Tears began to form again
in Jeff's eyes, and he began to sob and cry uncontrollably. Keith
asked what was wrong calmly while he drove, and Jeff just continued to
cry. As he parked the car at apartment, Keith just brought the sobbing
child in his arms again. "Why are you crying? Tell me."

"I don't know, I don't know. I just feel so happy I want to cry. I
can't figure it out." He spoke through the sobs and the sniffing. He
was overwhelmed with emotion. He had never been loved like this
before.

"It's OK, it's OK. You can cry for that reason all you want." Keith
shed some tears, too.

"Keith," Jeff sniffed back his tears, "What if the wish already came
true?"

"What do you mean?"

"I made the wish when I blew out the candles, and I'm not supposed to
tell it, or it won't come true, right?"

"That is the general view of the traditional birthday wish, but it's
really just a superstition. That's all."

"Well, if it came true, then I don't have to worry about it not coming
true if I tell it, right?"

"Makes sense. Tell it if you wish."

He sniffed some more. "I wanted to be like the other boys in the park,
the ones who played catch with their fathers."

"Then your wish did come true. I'm honored to be a part of it." They
hugged again.

They went inside and ate some cake. Of course, it was delicious. Keith
never served anything that wasn't. Jeff was exhausted from the day and
the overwhelming emotion he experienced. He began nodding off at the
table. Keith took him to the couch. While the boy took off his shorts
and shirt and put on his bed clothes Keith went to the closet to get
his blankets. He gave him a goodnight hug and tucked him in.

Keith went into his room and read some in bed before retiring for the
night.

At about 2 AM the apartment`s silence was broken by a terrible
screaming.

"NO!! NO!! DON'T!! NO! STOP IT!! STOP!! NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jeff was
crying and screaming in terror.
 
Keith got up and darted out to the living room.  He turned on the
light. The boy was lying on the floor on his side and sobbing, saying,
"Nooooo.  No......" His shorts and underwear were down to his knees.

"What's wrong, what is it, Jeff, tell me, what happened?"

He spoke in terror through his sobs. "That guy was here. He grabbed me
and told me to strip naked.  My mom was standing over in the corner
laughing, saying, `That's what you get for whining.'  Then you came
running in to help me. The guy picked up a gun and shot you.  They
both kept on laughing while he forced me to..."

The child just sobbed and tears were running down his face. Keith
stood him up and pulled up the boy's clothes. He just held him and
told him to calm down, that he just had a nightmare. He put Jeff back
on the couch and covered him up.

"Don't leave me, Keith, please don't leave me. I promise I'll never
whine. Please." Keith sat on the end of the couch and had the boy lie
back, placing his pillow next to him. Keith just laid his hand on
Jeff's head, constantly reassuring him.

"You just had a bad dream, son. You just had a bad dream. It didn't
really happen. It's OK. You're safe here." The boy finally stopped
crying and went to sleep.

Keith realized that this was going to be his biggest challenge with
Jeff. The pain was going to take more than just love to overcome.

Look for Part 6

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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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