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Subject: {ASSM} Jeff's Story, Part 2 (m/b forced [part 1])
Date: Sun, 24 Feb 2002 21:10:14 -0500
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If you need a link to find part 1, feel free to write at
billyboiiiiiii@yahoo.com

The story picks up the morning after a 10 year old boy was forced to
perform oral sex on an adult male.

Please write with any comments.
Thanks,
Bill

Part 2

Jeff awoke late in the afternoon. His first thought was that the whole
episode was just a terrible dream, and he had a few seconds of peace.
Then he was quickly slapped with the painful reality. It really
happened. His little body was still naked under the blanket.

He felt like vomiting again, and positioned himself over his pee can,
but he just gagged. There was nothing in his stomach for him to vomit.

He felt dirty and ashamed. He slipped on his old gym shorts and
quietly unhooked his bedroom door. His mother's door was open. She was
not there. He went into the bathroom, peed, and ran a warm bath. He
soaped up a washcloth and scrubbed his little body hard, especially
his genitals. He washed his thin blonde hair with the skinny bar of
soap that was in the tray. After a lengthy soaking he got out and
dried off. He then opened the old medicine chest on the wall to get
his toothbrush.

He had a small sample tube of toothpaste. A few months before a lady
came to their school and spoke on dental care, and she gave one to
each child. He knew that when it was gone his mother would never buy
him any more, so he only used a tiny dab a couple of times a week. The
rest of the time, once each day, when he got up, he brushed his teeth
using plain water. This day, though, he put a full swatch of paste on
his brush and scrubbed his mouth out. He brushed his entire mouth, his
tongue, the back of his throat, the roof of his mouth, every part he
could get to. He brushed for more than 15 minutes, working the sweet
mint tasting foam thoroughly through his mouth. He then spat it out
and put his mouth to the tap to get some clean water, rinsed, and spat
again.

He could still detect a taste in his mouth of the man's penis and
semen.

There was a clothesline strung across the kitchen where the laundry
hung to dry. He got a clean little pair of underwear, a pair of
shorts, and a shirt, and got dressed. After a warm bath, a good soapy
scrubbing, and getting dressed in a clean set of clothes he hoped he
would feel clean. He still felt dirty. All he could do was go back
into his room, hook the door, and bury his head in his pillow and cry
some more. But the pain and the dirty feeling did not go away.

He began to beat his pillow. "Fuck you, fuck you, FUCK YOU!!!" he
screamed as he pounded his fist into it and violently kicked his
mattress. He stood up and pounded on the wall and screamed at the top
of his voice, "FUCK!!! Fuck!! Fuck!!! GOD DAMN IT!" He lay back and
sobbed some more into his pillow. He then lay there quietly.

When the adrenaline rush from the anger had diminished he calmed down.
He got up and put on some clean socks and his old tennis shoes. It was
now suppertime, but Jeff had no appetite.

Jeff had a small stack of library books that he had finished, so he
gathered them up, put them into an old cloth bag, and left. Maybe
getting away from the apartment would make him feel better, along with
getting into some sort of a routine. Reading was all Jeff really had
to keep his mind occupied, especially during the times he was holed up
inside his room when his mom had men in. If he wasn't sleepy he would
read for hours. When he was reading he was able to escape to places
far away and magical, and was able to feel like a hero as he
identified with some of the characters in the stories.

It was late on a warm June day. The library was exactly twelve blocks
away. As he walked he stayed near the curb, realizing that it was
safer than walking near the buildings. He lived in a run down part of
the business district.

He arrived at the library, and went inside, laid the books on the
return desk, and proceeded to the young adult fiction section. He
browsed the shelves, gathered up six books, and made his way to the
check out counter. The people in the library were very nice to Jeff.
They knew that he was very poor, but they respected him, because he
was responsible with their books, and always kept himself clean.

He gathered the new books in his bag and went outside. Next to the
library was a city park.  It was after 7:30, so there was only about
an hour of good daylight left. He went over and sat on a bench.

The walk from his place to the library took about 30 minutes, if he
walked briskly. Jeff was always careful to get home before dark.
Tonight, though, Jeff didn't care about dark or daylight. He did not
feel like going home. Out here, away from it all, he was able to get
his mind off of the horrific events of the previous night. Not
completely, of course, total erasure of those kind of memories would
be impossible, but he found some peace just being in a different
setting.

There were just a few people left in the park at this time. He spotted
a boy his age playing catch with a man, probably his father. He was
saddened. Jeff had no idea who his father was, and neither did his
mother.

His mother was a streetwalker before Jeff was born, and deliberately
allowed herself to get pregnant, thinking a child would make her life
more meaningful. She did not get involved with drugs until Jeff was in
the second grade. Even though she was a whore, she took relatively
good care of him, until she became an addict. Then Jeff was left to
care for himself, and was forced to grow up before his years.

Jeff was reading his book when a man approached him.

"May I sit down here?"

The voice startled Jeff. He was a man in his 30s who also had a bag
with books from the library.

Jeff had never seen this man before, but the man, Keith by name, had
been watching Jeff for several weeks. He had spotted Jeff one Saturday
morning as he arrived at the library. He noticed the boy come out with
his bag of books. Keith was stricken by the child's sweet demeanor as
he watched him go to a bench in the park and sat down. He just sat
there and watched the boy for a few minutes before he got out of his
car.

He was always mesmerized by the cuteness and beauty of boys, and this
boy caught his eye in a special way. Keith could not figure out why.
All day long all he could think about was this boy. Who was he? Why
was he alone? On the following Monday afternoon Keith was back at the
library again, and noticed Jeff again.

He didn't need to go to the library on the Tuesday, but he found
himself going anyway, just to see if Jeff would be there. Keith saw
the boy sitting on that same bench in the park, reading again. He just
sat in the parking space in his car and watched until the boy got up
and walked home.

This routine went on every day. Keith was getting only one book a day
from the library so he could have a justifiable excuse to go there. He
could not get this child off of his mind. Keith kept track of the time
Jeff was arriving at the library each day, and timed his visits so he
could go inside when Jeff was inside. There were a couple of rainy
days where Jeff didn't show, and Keith found himself disappointed.

Keith began thinking about how absolutely strange it was for him to be
so taken back by an unknown child. "This is not normal," he thought.
He couldn't help it, though. The child was always on his mind.

On this day Keith got to the library and Jeff wasn't there. It was the
first time (besides the rainy days) that Jeff was not punctual. After
waiting for more than an hour Keith was getting ready to give up and
leave when Jeff entered. Keith could tell that the boy was troubled
about something, and that he didn't look well. Keith sat at a reading
table faking like he was perusing a book. When Jeff left, Keith
followed him out and got up the courage to approach the boy.

Jeff slid to the end of the bench. "Sure, mister. There's room."

Keith pointed to Jeff`s book. "What are you reading?"

"The newest Harry Potter. It's been out for a while, but it's always
been checked out. I finally got it tonight."

"Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say
that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much." He smiled as he
quoted the line.

"You read Harry Potter?"

"Yes, it's not just for children, you know. Many adults enjoy it. I
like to read children's books because they make me fell young again."
He laughed. "Oh, yes, my name is Keith. And you?"

"I'm Jeff."

"Jeff, nice to meet you." He smiled warmly. "You must live near here.
It'll be dark soon, you know."

Jeff learned in school about the dangers of talking to strangers, but
this man seemed warm and kind, and Jeff felt safe. "I live a few
blocks away." Jeff usually made sure that he was home before dusk. The
streets were not kind to children after dark. This night, though, he
was not sure if he even wanted to go home. He just sat there quietly.

"Do you have time to get home before dark?"

Jeff just sat there quietly, looking down. Tears began to come to his
eyes.

"What`s wrong? Did I say something that hurt you?"

Jeff  tried to hold back the tears. "No."

"Are you homeless?"

"No. I just don't want to go home."

"Your parents may worry about you, you know."

"I don't have a dad, and my mom stays gone all the time." Jeff began
to sniffle.

"You're left to fend for yourself?"

Jeff nodded as he calmed his crying some. Keith slid over and put his
arm around Jeff's shoulder. "It'll be alright, son, it'll be alright.
Just calm down. It is getting dark, and you shouldn't be walking the
streets this late."

Jeff wiped his tears. Keith's arm made him feel safe and secure.

"Would you like a ride home, son?"

Jeff didn't know how to answer. He didn't have any place to go but
home, and he didn't want to go there. He knew the dangers of getting
in a vehicle with a stranger, but with what happened to him the night
before, he really didn't care. Also, it WAS safer than walking in his
neighborhood after dark. Jeff nodded affirmatively.

Keith stood up and motioned Jeff toward his car. "Follow me, son. It`s
way too dangerous for you to be out this late by yourself. I know what
children are told about getting into cars with strangers, but you will
be safe with me."

Jeff put his book in his bag and followed Keith. The car was parked in
a small lot in between the library and the park. They got in and Keith
said, "Buckle up your seat belt, son. That's a rule when anyone rides
with me."  Jeff pulled the strap and buckled it up. Before Keith
started up the vehicle he asked Jeff where he lived.

"You have to go that way." He pointed to the left.

"How about a little something to eat first before I take you home?"

Jeff smiled. He was getting hungry, and after having nothing but cold
cereal and stale bread for a few days, he was happy to think about
eating some good food. "I am kind of hungry."

Keith took a right turn and pulled in to a fast food restaurant and
stopped at the drive-thru speaker. "What would you like?"

Jeff just shrugged his shoulders. "I don't have any money, Mister."

"Hey, Son, it's on me. How about a cheeseburger?"

Jeff smiled and nodded. Keith ordered a child's combo for the boy and
a Coke for himself. They got the food and Jeff ate very fast. Keith
admonished him to slow down and chew it, and Jeff did. He was very
hungry. Keith started up the car and headed in the direction where
Jeff lived. Jeff told Keith where to turn, and in just a few minutes
they were parked in the street in front of the building.

"You live here?" Jeff chewed his food and pointed to the upper story
of the building. There were no lights on. "It doesn't look like anyone
is home."

Jeff swallowed and said, "No there isn't. Mom is gone, and won't be
home probably until later." He finished his last bite and drank the
last of his drink. He opened the door. "Thanks for the ride and the
food, Mister."

Keith unfastened his seat belt and slid over and put his arm around
Jeff's shoulder again, giving him a slight squeeze. "It was my
pleasure, son. I enjoyed your company."

Jeff shut the door and went up the stairs to his apartment. It was
still the same place, but he didn't feel quite as sick or insecure as
he did before. He carried the books into his room and latched the
door. He no longer trusted the latch, though, so he slid his mattress
against the door and laid two books side by side in between the other
side of the mattress and the wall, so it wouldn't slide. He lay there
and read the next few chapters of the book he began in the park, and
went to sleep.

Keith lived in a small apartment a couple of miles from the library.
He was quite tired, so he went straight to his room and dressed for
bed. As he lay with a book he had difficulty concentrating on his
reading. All he could think about was this poor child.

How sad to think that a child had to live in those conditions in that
part of town. A boy by himself after dark in that neighborhood. Keith
just lay in his bed and shed a tear in compassion for the boy. He
finally closed his book, turned off his lamp, and went to sleep.

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