A New Home, Part 4

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Published: 27-Apr-2012

Word Count: 800

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"Sean, I know you are probably scared, but I promise I won't hurt you. You know that, right?"

He looked at me from his bath for a few seconds, and then nodded his head. I could tell he was still afraid, and he seemed to be almost on the verge of tears. He was practically hiding under the bubbles. I wanted to make him feel better.

"Is the water temperature ok? Is it too hot or too cold?"

Again, he just looked at me. Then after a few seconds he said "It's ok."

I smiled. "He can talk!", I said. Sean started to smile, but clearly was fighting it. He sure was cute looking. For the first time since I woke up, I started to get excited about having a young boy in my house. My earlier concerns and fears were being replaced by a rapid onset of anticipation and excitement. I decided to pay my naked little guest a visit inside the warm water.

After disrobing, I walked over to the bath tub which was more than large enough for both of us and I started to get in. Sean for a moment looked as if he was going to get out of the bath tub, but I told him somewhat firmly, "No. Just stay where you are." He did as I asked. Then, I very slowly started getting into the water behind him. As I got into the warm water, I held his shoulders gently. I continued to reassure him to relax.

I laid back in the bath tub, and very gently started to lean Sean back toward my chest. At first he refused, and tried to keep sitting up. I gently pressed his shoulders more and asked him to lay back onto me, and he said "No, I don't want to." Then without thinking too much, I said to Sean, "Do I need to tie you up again?"

"No."

"Then do as I said. Lay back. That's it. Good boy."

Sean started to lay back against my chest. I thought about just how nice it felt to have his young smooth naked body close to my own in the warm water. I put my right arm over his chest, and held him gently close to me. I said "Sean, I know you're still scared. But I promise I won't hurt you. You are my boy now, and I am going to take very good care of you always."

Then it happened. Sean started to cry. Really cry.

"Sean, what's wrong?"

"I don't want to be here! I want to go home. I don't like it here. I don't like you. I hate you."

"Sean, do you really hate me?"

"Yes! I hate you. I wish I never saw you and I never want to see you again. I just want to go home."

"I don't hate you Sean. Why do you hate me?"

"I just do!"

I held him close to me, and started gently stroking his hair and face. "Sean, it's ok. It will all be ok. Can you stop crying for me? I know you are a big boy."

I kept stroking him, and then he slowly started to stop crying. I encouraged him by saying, "It's ok Sean. Just relax. Everything will be fine." A few minutes later, he had stopped crying.

"Sean, do you really hate me?"

There was silence for a few seconds, and then he responded, "I don't know."

"You know I don't hate you, right? You know I won't hurt you, right?"

"I know that. But I just want to go home."

"But you are home now Sean. This is your new home. I promise you will grow to really like it here."

I kept stroking his hair and face gently, and I held him close.

Then Sean said, "No one has ever done that before."

"Done what, Sean?"

"What you are doing."

"You mean this? Stroking you?"

"Yeah"

"Your dad never does that?"

"Not like you are doing it."

"Do you like it?"

"Kind of."

I smiled. For the first time since his arrival there appeared to be a hint of acceptance. He was starting to perhaps like being here, or at the very least becoming less fearful.

"Well then, why don't you lay back on me, close your eyes, and I will keep doing it. Ok?"

Rather than answer, he simply laid back and closed his eyes. I started by stroking his face and hair, and then started to massage his chest, shoulders, and neck. Very gently, very carefully. I spent about ten minutes gently stroking his upper body. Then I asked him, "Are you enjoying that?". There was no response. Then I looked closer and I smiled as I noticed that he had fallen asleep.

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