Friends' All
by: Will B
(Copyright 2007 by the Author)

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Chapter 3
A Strange Encounter.

It was 7:00 pm on Thursday, July 20^th.  Al was late leaving work as there had been a staff meeting, and as luck would have it, it was pissing down rain. Al was looking forward to getting home, and having a hot meal with his lover, Steve, and then, after a relaxing evening, maybe having another hot meal. The thought of that second hot meal gave Al the start of a rising erection.

His penis became even more enlarged when he thought about the wonderful sex they had had the previous night. Steve had lain on the bed, and Al licked his nipples until they became erect, and then licked and drooled all over Steve’s chest and abdomen, and then he moved his head down until he had reached Steve’s shaft. He ran his tongue up and down the underside of the erect organ and then kissed the helmet. He swished his oral organ over the winking eye of Steve’s hard-on, sucking up the precum, and finally he had taken the whole organ into his mouth and licked and gummed and licked and sucked until Steve had shot his hot creamy semen into Al’s mouth.

He was so lost in his love for Steve, Al hadn’t notice his surroundings very much until a figure came up to him. “Hey, mister, give you a good time for fifty bucks.”

Al looked and saw a boy who appeared to be in his teens—he thought it was a boy, but it was a boy wearing lipstick, and eye shadow and he wore a transparent shirt that showed off his chest and abdomen. He had put lipstick or body paint or something on his nipples.

Al just shook his head and went on toward his car.

“Come on, mister, just fifty bucks and you can put your prick wherever you like—in my ass or in my mouth, whatever you like.”

“No, kid. I’m not interested,” Al said with a tone of disgust in his voice.

“Hey mister I’ll tell you what! I’ll make it forty bucks, and if you want to play with my cock you can. If you want to stick pins in my ass or in my nipples to give yourself an extra charge, you can. Anything you want, just forty bucks, and my body is yours!”

Al was about to tell the kid to get lost, or he’d call a cop, but some note in the kid’s voice made him look at the boy again, and underneath the lipstick and make up, he saw---he saw that there was look of panic on the boy’s face, and that the boy was shivering.

Al felt a strange stirring in his body and strange feelings that he hadn’t experienced in a while. Hardly knowing what he was doing, he unlocked the car and told the boy “Get in. It’s pouring. We’ll talk in the car.”

The boy got in and Al went around to the driver’s side and got in the car. He looked again and saw the boy was definitely shivering.

“So, kid, tell me what a good looking guy like you is doing in a place like this?” Al asked. “I don’t like to go with perfect strangers. My name is, um, er AJ.”

The boy, who Al had noticed was 5’10, with dirty blonde hair, replied “I’m Matt Edwards, and I’m 16. I‘m from Chicago, and I ran away from home because after my Mom died, my step-father and his brother began wanting to fuck my ass. I resisted them as best I could, but one night when they were both drunk, they caught me and they ….”

Matt broke down and began to cry. Al had the strongest urge to reach over and give the boy a hug, and tell him it was all right, and to just let it out.

Matt pulled himself together, and continued. “After they finished what they were doing they passed out. I grabbed some clothes, and I took what money they had in their wallets and left the house, and I never want to go back there. I’ve been hitch hiking around the country and living on the streets.”

He went on, “Sometimes, when I’ve needed some money to buy food, I have earned a little cash by …, by selling my body to any guy who wanted a little sex. I can give blow jobs or hand jobs, or I let guys who want to play with my prick and balls. If the price is right I even let them poke my ass with their pole….. So whadda ya say, AJ? Forty bucks and you can do whatever you like to me.”

AJ thought for a minute. “I mustn’t scare this kid. I don’t want to let him get away,” Then aloud, he said, “Look, Matt, while I make up my mind what I want to do to you, I’m a little hungry. How about you? There’s a new hamburger joint a couple of blocks away, and I could go for a burger, and some French fries, and maybe a milk shake. How about you?”

“Thanks, AJ. That would be great, but I don’t think I can go into any kind of eating place like this,” Matt replied.

“Don’t worry, Matt. You can wait in the car, and I’ll go in and bring the food out.”

Starting the car, and putting the heater on, Al drove three blocks to the burger joint, and parked on the parking lot.

“Look, Matt, I’m getting some ideas about what I want us to do after we eat. Now, you said $40.00? Here’s a twenty, and you’ll get the rest when we get to where I want to take you. Is that OK?” Al asked.

“Sure, AJ. You’re OK. I’m really gonna enjoy whatever you have in mind. You’re one of the few guys I’ve been with who have really treated me nice,” Matt said.

[Author’s note: Readers: And just what does Al have in mind? One minute he is thinking about how much he loves Steve, and now he’s talking about what he wants to do to this 16 year old hustler. Is there a side to Al we haven’t seen? What the hell is going on here?]

Al went into the burger joint, and placed his order, and while he was waiting for the order, he made a phone call.

“Listen, Steve. Something’s come up. You go ahead and eat. I’ve met somebody and I’m bringing him home. We’re gonna grab a bite now, and I would like you to call Pete and Joe and Sarah and ask them to come over about 8:30. There’s a problem that I think they can help with. Love ya. Bye.”

Al picked up the order and went back out to the car. He handed Matt his burger, fries, and shake, and then started to eat his own burger and fries slowly, hoping the next step in his plan would work.

Matt wolfed the food down as if he hadn’t had a decent meal in weeks!

When they had both finished, Al said, “Look, Matt, I know this place we can go to. I want you to meet some friends of mine.”

“Oh, this is going to be a three-way, is it? I’ve never been in one of those, but you have been so kind, that I’m willing to do whatever it is you want,” said Matt. “I’ll even say there’s no extra charge for three of us.”

Al just smiled and said nothing, and drove home. When they pulled up in front of 35 Milford Court, Matt sat in amazement. “Where are we? What kind of place is this? I thought you were gonna take me to a park,” Matt asked.

“Look, Matt, maybe I wasn’t quite straight with you. I didn’t bring you here to have sex with you. I brought you here for another reason. If you want to leave now, that’s fine; there will be no hard feelings. If you come in and don’t like what I suggest, I’ll give you the other twenty, and you can leave then, and again, there’ll be no hard feelings.” Al hoped that these remarks would reassure Matt that nothing bad was going to happen.

The two went up the front steps, and walked into the house. In the living room, they found Steve, with Pete and Joe from #37, and Sarah, from #39.

“Friends,” Al began, “this is Matt Edwards, I met him by chance, and thought I should bring him home to help him get his bearings, and maybe a hot meal.”

“What a great guy,” Matt thought to himself. “He’s not saying anything about how and why we met.”

Matt suddenly remembered he was wearing make-up and lipstick, and was hardly dressed appropriately for company. “What will they think of me?” he thought.

Steve spoke up, “Listen, Matt, would you like to go upstairs and clean up before dinner while Steve fixes you something more to eat? Pete and Joe, you’re about Matt’s size. Do you think might have something he could borrow to wear for this evening?”

“Sure thing, Steve, I’ll be right back,” Pete said as he left. 

Steve asked Matt to come with him, and they went up to the bathroom. Steve told Matt to go in and have a nice bath, and to feel free to use any of the soaps, shampoos, or deodorant that he wanted. Steve would be waiting in the hall.

Matt could not believe his luck. He quickly stripped off his clothes, and stood and stretched his young body, running his hands over his pecs, and down his chest and abdomen, briefly fondling his shaft and balls.

“Oh my God,” he thought. “I don’t know what’s happening here, but I think this might be my lucky day.”

He took a nice long bath, cleaned all the junk off his body, and then washed his hair. Just as he was finishing, a knock came on the door.

“It’s me, Steve,” said the voice. “Open the door, and I’ll hand some clean clothes around the door. Pete brought back some things that I think will fit.”

Matt opened the door, and Steve handed him some boxer shorts, a tee shirt, some Bermuda shorts, and a pair of sandals.

Dressing quickly, Matt opened the door, and there stood Steve, smiling at him.

“What should I do with what I was wearing?” Mat asked.

“Do you really want to keep them?” Steve asked.

“No, but I don’t have anything else to wear,” Matt replied sheepishly.

“Never mind that! Give them to me,” Steve said, and took the clothes and dropped them in a trash bag,

“But…., but….,” Matt began.

“No buts about it, Matt. We’ll talk about it downstairs.”

When they went down to the living room, they found the group waiting. Sarah, oddly enough, was wiping her eyes as if she… as if she had been crying.

“Let’s go into the dining room. I found something for you to eat, Matt” Al said. “We can talk more comfortably there.”

The six people went into the dining room and found that “something more” was jello, whipped cream, apple pie, and ice cream!

“Yeah, I know,” Al said, with a grin, “We had a ‘little something’ on the way home, but the others have saved some dessert for us, and I’ll just bet you might have room for another bite or two.”

“Thanks, AJ, and thank you all, I …..”  Matt went into a total melt-down, and sat there with tears streaming down his face. 

Nobody said anything for a few minutes, until Joe silently handed him a clean handkerchief, and said, “Blow!”

Joe said, “Matt, we would like to ask you a few questions, if you don’t mind answering them while you eat.”

“No, that’s fine,” Matt said. Steve passed him the jello,

Pete said, “Matt, Joe and I work for the Department of Social Services, and we do a lot of work with young people who have run away from home, and/or who have been victims of abuse. Have you run away from home?”

“Yes, sir,” Matt answered. Al passed him the whipped cream.

“Do you want to go home again?” Pete said.

“No sir,” Steve passed him the apple pie and Sarah out two dollops of ice cream on his slice.

Joe then asked, “Have you been abused by anyone in your old home?”

“Yes, sir, by my  DAMN step-father and his GOD-DAMN brother,” Matt almost yelled. Then realizing where he was, he said “I’m sorry. Please forgive my language, and I especially apologize to you Miss Sarah.’

“That’s perfectly all right,” Sarah said…, and there was that glistening of tears in her eyes again.

“Pete and I can fix it so that the Department can obtain temporary guardianship of you, and you could stay here in Baltimore,” Joe said. “Would you like that?”

“I think I would. Thank you, Joe. Would I be able to stay here with Al and Steve, if they wanted me?”

Steve answered “Matt, Al and I would love to have you, but you should know that he and I are...lovers, partners, companions, whatever you want to call us.”

“That’s OK,” Matt said.

“Thank you, Matt, but the Department of Social Services might not so understand about making two homosexual men the foster parents of a young teenage male.”

Joe said, “Before you ask, Matt, let me tell you that Pete and I are also in a committed relationship, and while we would be happy to foster you, the Department would have the same objections to us as they would have to Al and Steve.”

“That’s just unfair!” Matt expostulated. “Where could I stay?”

Sarah stood up, and went over to Matt. He stood up and she looked him in the eye and said, “Matt I have a large house, and plenty of room. I would be happy to have you as a foster son, if you would be agreeable, and the Department would allow it. Would you be willing to have me as your guardian, your foster parent?”

“Yes, ma’am. Thank you, ma’am.”

“There are some ground rules you would have to follow.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“You will keep your room neat, and I will show you how to do your own laundry.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“We will get you enrolled in school for the fall, and you will keep your grades up, understand?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“There will be no running the streets at night, and if you meet someone at school that you are friends with, you will bring them home so I can meet him or her. Your friends will always be welcome in my house, but I want to meet them. Do You Understand?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Finally, you…, you… will stop calling me ma’am, and call me Sarah. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?”

“Yes, ma--- I mean yes, Sarah.”

“Oh, and Matt, one more thing. Could you give your hopefully new foster mom, a hug?”

Sarah took Matt into her arms, and hugged him, and he hugged her, and the four guys just sat there and… their eyes were not dry, either!

Finally Steve spoke up. “Tomorrow I’m going to take you my store and we will get you fitted out in some new clothes, and then Pete and Joe can take you to their Department and start the paper work.”

Matt went to Al and said, “Here’s your twenty back. You’ve given me much more.” Al gave Matt a hug.

Going to Steve, Matt said, “Thank you, Steve. You’re the greatest!” Steve gave Matt a hug.

Turning to Pete and Joe, Matt said, “I thank you both. We are gonna be great friends.” Pete and Joe gave him a hug.

It was decided that Matt would spend the night with Al and Steve so they could make an early start.

Suddenly Steve said, “Oh, Al, I forgot to tell you. This letter came for you today.’

Al opened the letter, read it, and said, “Oh, damn! Sorry Sarah. This is from my son and daughter-in-law. They and my daughter are coming for a visit, and they will be here...the day after tomorrow.”

“That’s great, Al,” Pete said.

“I don’t know,” Al said. “They don’t know about Steve and me, and I am going to have to tell them!”

Sarah stood up, gave the four men and Matt a hug and a smile, and said “When your family arrives you bring them to my house for a nice dinner. Mein Gott, you men don’t really know how to cook!”

Pete and Joe also got up to leave. They each gave Al and Steve a pat on the back and gave Matt the high-five.

* * * * *

Later that night Al could not sleep. He was worried about the visit f his family and how they would react to the news that he and Steve were lovers. He kept pacing the bedroom floor. Steve tried to comfort him, but it was no use. Finally Steve got up, and went down to the basement. After a few minutes he came back up and moved around the bathroom, and then came back into the bedroom carrying a box with a towel over it.

“Al, do you love me?” he asked.

“Sure, Steve, you know I do.”

“Al, do you trust me?”

“Of course, babe, do you need to ask?” Al said.

“Well,” Steve said, “this worrying cannot go on! I have something in mind that will take your mind off your troubles. I want you to go take a piss and empty your bladder, and then come down in the basement, but be quiet! Matt is out like a light, and I don’t want to wake him.”

Steve, still carrying the box, led Al into the basement, where Al saw that a workbench had been covered with a sheet.

“OK, Al. kiss me. Then take your shorts off, and lie down, face up, on the workbench. Now, you said you trust me, so let me fasten your arms and legs to the table, so you cannot move.”

Al was curious but decided to go along with Steve’s directions. He lay face up on the table, and his member began to stiffen.

As soon as his body was fastened securely, Steve began to chuckle, softly at first, but then louder and louder.

“Heh heh, HEH, HEH, Hah Hah HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!”

“What’s the joke, Steve? I don’t understand,” said Al, getting a little nervous.

“The joke is that I have you immobilized, and now I am going to teach you a lesson you will never forget…… Don’t think I haven’t seen you eyeing Pete and Joe like you’d like to fuck them and have them fuck you!    And that kid you brought home! I’ll bet you’d like to have him in your bed!”

“No, Steve, you’re all wrong. I love you. Only you!”

“Quiet, Al. This won’t take long, but you’ll never be the same again. HAHAAHAHA.”

Al saw Steve take the towel of the box, and take out a pair of scissors.

Snapping them open and shut, Steve moved toward Al. “No, it won’t be long now… HAHAHAHAH!”

Steve stood over Al, raised the scissors in the air, and began to lower them to Al’s body, which was jerking and writhing in fear.

To be continued.

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Author's note: As usual, my thanks to E and DD for their advice and assistance.

Posted: 07/27/07