Nevermore!
 By: Henry Higgins
 (Copyright 2005 & 2006 by the Author)
 
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14--Roger Makes A Play

I dashed down the hall just behind Kenny and into the guest room, where Rusty was thrashing around in bed and crying, "No, no!"

Kenny leapt onto the bed, taking Rusty in his arms and saying softly, "It's okay, brother. It's okay. We're here. Nobody can hurt you. It's okay."

Rusty cried as Kenny held him and rocked him to and fro, cooing to him. The boys cried together for a while as I sat on the bed near them.

"He had me," Rusty cried. "He was gonna hurt me."

"Only one who has you now is me," Kenny cooed. "We're not gonna let anybody have you but us and we won't hurt you; will we, Jim."

"That's right, Rusty. You're safe now. We won't let anybody hurt you," I confirmed.

"You wanna go back to sleep or get up and have some pizza with us?" Kenny said.

Rusty's sobbing had subsided to sniffles. "I think I'll get up for a while. Geez, what a nightmare! Did you say something about pizza?"

"Yeah," Kenny answered. "It got here just as you started hollerin'. Why don't you go to the bathroom and get rid of that piss-hard and I'll get you some of my sweats to wear."

"Okay. Where's the bathroom?"

"Just down the hall, there," Kenny motioned.

As Kenny went to the dresser for the sweat pants, Rusty got up and teetered towards the door.

"Rusty, would you like a hand?" I asked.

Rusty nodded, I put an arm around his shoulder, and we made our way slowly toward the bathroom, Rusty's erection wagging as he walked. I noticed that he had a pretty good size with a nice curve to it, and of course, the bright red pubes that adorned it; but once again, that information didn't go directly to my dick; I just noticed.

As we got to the bathroom, I said, "I'll let you take care of yourself, Rusty. Just give a call if you need any help."

"No, Jim. I'd feel better if you'd stay with me--please?"

"Okay," I said. "I'm happy to help."

Rusty approached the toilet and tried to bend his boner down so he could urinate, but nothing happened. He started to cry again.

"It's not working, Jim. I can't piss. Damned hard-on!"

I knelt down on the floor. "Maybe it would help you to relax a little," I said. "Come here and let me rub your back. That might help."

Rusty turned to me and grabbed me tightly as I put my arms around him and began to caress his back.

"Oh, Jim! That feels so good. You... You and Kenny saved my life."

"We were all very lucky, Rusty. I'm glad we could help. You'll be okay now. You're with us, and Kenny and I won't let anything else bad hurt you. Are you hurting anywhere now?"

"Yeah, my chest is real sore and my balls ache like mad; my butt isn't too bad, though."

I looked down at his nipples and saw a dark purple ring encircling each one. The punctures had become slightly red and puffy, a sign of some infection. I wasn't surprised. God knows where the bastard had found the nails. I reached under the sink and pulled out the first aid supplies.

"I've got some antibiotic ointment to rub on your nipples, Rusty. Let's have a look at your balls."

Rusty thrust his pelvis forward. I placed my hand palm up between his legs and lifted gently so I could see his scrotum. The skin was a dark purple where the pliers had clamped down and his right testicle seemed to be substantially larger than the left one. However, there was no sign of the pronounced swelling that had been there before.

"I can see why it hurts. He clamped you pretty hard there. Your right testicle seems to be larger than the left one—that could be some swelling hanging around. And, it looks to me like you're losing some of that hard-on. Maybe you can piss now."

The boy nodded and let me apply the ointment. Then he went to the toilet and let fly a powerful yellow stream.

"I think you're going to be feeling better on two counts now, Rusty."

He grinned and said, "Thanks, Jim. You're the best! Could you hold me a little more?"

"Sure," I said as I pulled him back into my hug and resumed caressing his back. "There's lots more where this came from."

"Mmmmmm," Rusty purred.

As I felt him begin to relax, I suggested, "Maybe you're about ready for some of that pizza now."

"Oh, yeah, Jim. I'm starving! Pizza would taste real good."

Kenny came into the bathroom with some sweats for Rusty and we all headed for the kitchen, where Roger was opening the pizza box.

"Well," he said," I see that everyone is ready to eat."

We smiled, looked at each other, and then nodded our agreement.

"Well pull yourselves up to the table, pards, 'cause we've got some serious munching to do. How about a Coke, Rusty?"

Rusty nodded enthusiastically; his mouth already full of pizza.

For a while there was no sound other than the occasional jaw popping and lips smacking, along with murmurs of satisfaction. After several minutes, though, when we had all satisfied our initial hunger, conversation began to open back up.

"Isn't pizza just about the best comfort food?" I asked.

"What's a comfort food?" asked Rusty.

"It's a favorite food that has good memories associated with it and always seems to make you feel better when you're down," I answered.

"It's like what your mommy used to fix when you were sick," offered Kenny.

"It's a food that you had pleasant experiences with when you ate it in the past, so you've learned to associate it with good feelings and your brain releases chemicals that cause you to feel more at ease and happy," said Roger, our resident scientific expert.

"Like dolphins!" Rusty erupted.

Roger, Kenny, and I looked at each other and then said, almost in unison, "Dolphins?"

"Yeah, that stuff that oozes outa your brain to help ya feel good."

Roger and I worked hard to suppress our giggles as we said, "Yeah, Rusty... Endorphins.

"Yeah," said Rusty. "And what feels even better is like when Jim held me close and rubbed my back in the bathroom. That felt better than anything! Well, almost." He giggled.

Rog shot me a glance, which I returned directly. "And that's all I rubbed--his back," I said somewhat defensively, while thinking to myself that I would have loved to rub something else for him. But I knew I couldn't go there; I'd just have to accept it. Rusty looked at Kenny, who just shrugged.

Rog grinned. "Hey, Jimbo, I'm proud of ya! You're really coming along!" He continued, "Rusty, while you were asleep, Jim and Kenny and I had a talk about how he should relate to you guys. I think you already know that he finds you guys quite attractive."

Rusty nodded.

Roger continued, "He should find you attractive. You're both very handsome boys. And, you guys know that there are plenty of men who like to have sex with nice looking boys like you. Many of them like to pay for the privilege."

Rusty nodded again.

"One problem," Roger said, "Is that it's highly illegal. If Jim has sex with either of you, he could go to jail for a very long time. Even though you might think you would never tell and nobody would ever find out, the story usually gets out one way or another. So the best policy for the three of you is for Jim not to have sex with either of you. What I mean specifically is that he can't touch you in any way that would make you come. And, you can't touch him in a way that would make him come, either."

Rusty began to look anxious. "You mean he can't hold me or rub my back anymore?"

"No, Rusty; he can certainly do that and I hope he does. It's just that he can't rub your penis or take it in his mouth so that you come. And, you can't do that to him. But if you ever want to return the favor and rub his back, even both of you guys, I'm sure he'd welcome that. That would be okay."

Rusty looked a little more relieved, but then began to worry again. "But how am I gonna get off now--I mean, besides jacking off? When those guys sucked me, it felt way better than jacking off!" Kenny grinned at that as he nodded his agreement.

"For a while, pal, you're going to have to take care of yourself. Or, you and Kenny could masturbate each other. We talked about that while you were sleeping. And, we talked about another way you could get each other off that feels almost as good as sucking--or even better. That's where you each get slicked up with baby oil or massage oil and then rub off on each other. If both you and Kenny decide that you want to try that, even to do it regularly, that's fine--but only as long as you both want to do it and one isn't talking the other into it, which would amount to one of you taking advantage of the other."

Rusty looked positively delighted. "Wow, Rog! That sounds so cool. I can't wait to try it--that is, um, if Kenny wants to. Do ya, Kenny?"

"You know I do, brother. I think that would be fine! " Kenny answered.

"Kenny can tell you more about it, or show you. We talked about it in detail. And, after we get the blood test results to verify that you guys don't have any bad bugs in you, it would be fine for you two to suck each other--but only so long as you are having sex only with each other and don't involve anyone else." Roger concluded.

Kenny said, "Rog, you are so cool. Both you and Jim really know how kids like us feel and what's important to us and stuff."

"Just remember," Roger said, "That even though Jim is ultimately responsible to avoid having sex with you guys, you can help him a lot by not teasing him or leading him on. No fair grabbing his woody--at least not until you're eighteen. Then you can do whatever you decide you want to do."

"Kinda sucks, don't it, bro," Kenny complained.

"Well, yeah," said Rusty, "but at least we can help each other."

"I like the way this is sounding, Jim," Rog said. "I think it just might work for you."

"I hope so, Rog; but remember--the big guy needs to get off, too."

"Oh yeah," laughed Rog. "You know what to do for that, right?"

"Well, yeah, except... what about cruising?" I asked.

Rog saw the puzzled expressions on the boys' faces and explained. "You see, guys, when Jim was living alone, he would find sex the way most adults find sex--by meeting people who are attractive to him and mutually agreeing to have sex. As you know, that's what he was doing at the beehive." The boys nodded.

Rog continued, "Both men and women do it that way. It's something that our society says adults can do but kids can't. It's kinda silly, really, because kids have sex with each other a lot more than people would think. It's just that nobody talks about it. Everybody tries to pretend it doesn't happen."

"Yeah, we seen him cruisin' th' beehive," Kenny said. "So I guess we woulda known he was getting' some; but we didn't think about it all that much."

"That's understandable," said Rog. "But now that you three are closer, it's something each of you needs to consider--like, how you'd feel if Jim went down to the beehive, and..."

"Left us here alone?" interrupted Rusty. "Bet I know what we'd be doin'!" He gleamed mischievously at Kenny, who grinned back when he took Rusty's point.

"Well, yeah, that." Roger continued. "But there's more to it than that. I suspect it would be okay with Jim for you and Kenny to do it with each other anytime you want. But what if Jim met someone at the beehive that he wanted to bring home for the night? How would you guys feel about that?"

Both boys sobered.

"Oh," said Rusty.

"Um, uh... I guess we'd hafta think about that," said Kenny.

I intervened. "I think, guys, that it means I can't bring someone home anymore--not for a one-night stand. I'll find other ways to get off if I need to--that is, if my hand isn't enough. But for now, the way I feel, even if I'd have to go without getting off at all, so be it. You two boys are more important to me than a few orgasms--well, okay... a lot of orgasms."

My eyes started to fill again. Damn! Why was I crying so much? "Kenny, I told you this morning that I'm finding that the love you and I share is so much more important to me than having sex with you, even though we both want the sex. Rusty, I think it's going to be the same between us. I'm taking on a lot of responsibility for you guys and the last thing any of us needs is to have some overnight visitor screw it up--or anyone else for that matter. I want to be equal to that responsibility. It's going to be a tough job, but I've gotta be up to it." The tears made tracks down my cheeks.

All three guys studied me, Roger with a look of careful appraisal followed by a huge smile.

I continued, "Rog and I agree that we're really pushing the envelope here for me, an ex-con, to try to care for you two, given my past history. Rusty, I don't know how much Kenny has told you, but I served seven years in prison on a sex charge because I was in love with a fifteen-year-old boy." I sobbed. "I'm afraid I ruined his life. I can't let myself be a part of messing up anybody else's life--not yours, not Kenny's--not ever--nevermore!

Both boys were on me in a second, hugging me tightly, as Rog looked on.

Kenny had a tear track of his own. "We won't let it happen if we can help it, Jim. We love you. We couldn't let you go."

I reveled in the comfort of Kenny's exclamation. I couldn't believe how fortunate I'd been to run across these two boys--such jewels.

Roger beamed. "I think all three of you guys are on the road to working things out. I can't tell you how pleased I am to see this. I've got to get going now, but I'm confident that you can work out whatever problems crop up. Just stay close to each other and love each other as well as you do now. Jim, Rusty's blood slip is on the kitchen counter. You know the drill... call me for the least little thing, anything!"

We chorused, "We will, Rog."

My carrot-head friend grinned and nodded as he slipped on his coat and made for the door. I followed, leaving the boys chattering in the kitchen. At the door, Rog turned and hugged me fiercely. "Oh, Jim. You are such a magnificent man! Why? Why couldn't we have..." he continued to hug me so tightly I had trouble breathing. And then before I could say anything, he kissed me--a deep, probing kiss that told me far more than the words he couldn't say.

I was astounded, but delighted and thrilled. When we finally broke free, I managed, "Rog, I didn't know... I mean... Then, yes. But now? Me? How? Why? I'm just a child mol..."

Rog shushed me with a finger to my lips. "You, my friend, are the Christ! No more now, but we have some ground to cover later. Go back and take care of your yearlings. They need you so much now! And, we'll be fine--you and I."

Slut that I am, I just couldn't let it go. "But, Rog... just one thing. Are your pubes still as bright red as they were back then?"

He beamed and said, "Almost!" and then was gone, leaving me in the shambles of my consciousness to collect my ragged self and return to the kitchen.

To be continued...