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Subject: {ASSM} Jeff's Story, Part 3 (m/f prostitution, m/b forced[part 1], boylove)
Date: Wed,  6 Mar 2002 18:10:09 -0500
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If you need a link to find part 1 or 2, feel free to write at
billyboiiiiiii@yahoo.com

This chapter picks up several days after a 10 year old boy was forced
to perform oral sex on an adult male. There are some adult situations
in this part, and a vivid description of a child molestation. If you
would be offended by this, or if you are under 18, do not read it.

Please write with any comments.

Thanks,
Bill


Part 3

Jeff was awakened a couple of hours later by sounds from the large
room outside his door. His mother had come home and she had a man with
her.

Jeff got up and looked through the peek hole to see his mother lead
the man into her room and shut the door. Thankfully, it was not the
same man, but Jeff took no chances. He made sure that his mattress was
securely against his door and that the books were securely in place
against the other wall so his door could not be opened from the
outside. Jeff went back to sleep.

Jeff's mother spent the entire night sucking on her client's penis. He
paid for an all-nighter, and he wanted his money's worth. Whenever he
felt the urge to cum, he told her to lay off and she had to stroke his
chest until he was ready to have her return to the fellatio. This went
on all night. The agreement was that by 7:00 AM he would have to be
out the door, so at 6:45 he told her to spread her legs and he climbed
on her and finished off with old fashioned hard intercourse. He then
wiped his penis on her bed sheet and got dressed. He threw a $100 bill
on the bed, and left, saying, "I`ve fucked a hell of a lot better,
Bitch."

She always made more money from the all-nighters. She usually had
about one a week stay over. Jeff woke up when he heard the sounds as
the man left. His mother then tapped on his door.

"Jeff? Are you alright in there?"

Jeff was still very angry with his mother. "Why do you care?"

"Open this door, so I can talk to you."

"If you have anything to say, then say it through the door."

She tried to push it open, but it wouldn`t budge. "Listen, Jeff, I
should never have allowed Tom to do what he did. I was very sick that
night." She always called her drug addiction a sickness. "I promise I
will never do it again. Open the door."

"No, mom. I'll never open this door anymore when you ask me. I'll come
out when I feel like it. Leave me alone!" She shook her head as she
went into her room and went on to sleep. Jeff had his books and his
pee can, and that was all he needed for the day. He had determined
that he would not come out until after his mother awoke and left for
the evening.

She woke at 2:00 in the afternoon. Jeff heard her get up and go into
the bathroom. She had to keep herself looking good to keep up her
clientele, so she always was clean and perfumed. It was 3:30 in the
afternoon when she finally went out the door.

Jeff came out of his room and poured some corn flakes in a bowl. There
was one slice of stale bread and a thin heel left in the wrapper. He
put some water in to moisten the cereal and ate it with the rest of
the bread.

After taking a bath and getting dressed, he decided to go back to the
library. He had read all of the books in his cloth bag during the day,
and needed to get more. He got his bag and left.

As he approached the library he felt a sense of security when he
noticed Keith's car in the parking lot. Keith was so nice to him the
night before. Jeff could not forget the warmth and security he felt
when Keith put his arm around him.

Jeff went inside, and as he always did, laid his books on the return
counter, and proceeded to the young adult fiction section to select
his next set.  He checked them out, looking around the library to see
if he could spot Keith.  It was a very large library, with multi
stories and lots of shelves. He could not see him anywhere.

It was a very nice June afternoon, so he went to the park and sat on
his usual bench and began to read one called "Hitchhiker's Guide to
the Galaxy." It was a pretty long read for a 10 year old, but Jeff
read so much that his skills were well above average. He was just
about three pages into it when a voice spoke from behind him.

"Hello, again." He sat down. Jeff smiled and slid over to make room
for his new adult friend. "You have a great one there," referring to
the novel. "I see it as a modern sci-fi comedy."

"I just started it. It looked interesting."

"It is very funny. There is a show in England based on the book. How's
everything going? Did your mother come home?"

Jeff closed the book and slid it into his bag. "I'm OK. Yeah, she came
home. Thanks again for the food last night."

"Hey, it was my pleasure. I hope you enjoyed it."

Jeff smiled big. "Yes, sir. I did."

"I will make one rule right now for our friendship. You will call me
`Keith' and not `Sir' or `Mister', got it?"

"Yes, sir, I mean... OK, Keith."

It was about 4:30 in the afternoon, and a beautiful afternoon. "What
else do you like to do besides read? Do you have any other friends, or
are you a member of a kid's club or anything?"

"No, I just mainly read. That's about all I do when school is out." He
looked at another father playing catch with his son. His countenance
dropped as he watched, and it was obvious to Keith.

"Do you ever wish you had a father in your life?" 

Jeff just nodded. "Sometimes. I just wonder what it would be like."

They sat quietly reading for a while. Keith broke the silence. "Are
you in a hurry to get home?"

"No, I spent all day in my room until my mom got up and left."

"Where does your mom work?"

Jeff sat quietly with an embarrassed look on his face. He didn't know
what to say. "She doesn't really have a `job' job." He had become
worldly wise enough to know what she was doing with her companions.

Keith figured it out quickly enough, based on Jeff's reaction to his
question and knowing where they lived. "It's OK, Jeff. You don't have
to explain."

Keith then got two canned soft drinks out of a nearby vending machine.
They sat on the bench and drank them. Keith told Jeff about his job,
his apartment, and his daily routine. He worked as a chef at the
country club during the lunch shift. He only had to work five hours a
day, Monday through Friday, but the hourly pay was enough so he could
make ends meet without working anywhere else. He told Jeff that he was
32 years old, and never married.

Jeff said, "I am 10, but almost 11."

"When is your birthday?"

Jeff's birthday was never celebrated or recognized, but he knew
because he kept his birth certificate in the bottom of his clothes
box. "June 18th."  It was the 9th.

"Just around the corner." 

"Yeah, 9 more days. I have a calendar hanging in my room."

 The time seemed to fly by as they conversed some and read quietly
some. At about 7:30  Jeff said,  "I need to start walking home so I
can get there before it gets dark."

Keith shook his head `no'. "I'll give you a ride. It's no trouble."
Jeff smiled big. This man was so nice.

"Thanks, Keith. Thanks."

Keith and Jeff got in the car and Keith proceeded to the same
drive-thru restaurant they went to the night before. Keith ordered two
chicken sandwich combos and parked to the side and they sat and ate
together. Then Keith drove to Jeff's building, gave him a gentle hug,
and Jeff hugged him back.

"Thanks for everything, Keith. I never had such a good time before."
His smile made it evident. Jeff went inside and secured his room for
the night.

His mother came in about 45 minutes later with a 16 year old boy. Jeff
peeked out and thought that it was strange that a kid was with his
mother. He double checked and made sure that his door could not be
opened.

She shut her door and pulled her silky dress off of her shoulders and
dropped it to the floor. She stood naked as she wore no underwear. The
boy took off his pants and climbed on her as she lay back. As soon as
he inserted his penis he ejaculated. She just laughed and said, "Am I
too much for you, kid?" The boy was embarrassed, and gave her a $20
bill, got dressed, and left without saying anything.

Jeff watched and made sure he had really left. His mother then came
out and knocked on Jeff's "bedroom" door, trying to get him to come
out. He told her to go away.

She went back to her room. Two rocks were left. She put one of them in
her pipe and smoked it. When the high wore off she went to sleep.

She woke up at 2, dolled herself up, and left. Then Jeff came out,
took his bath, got dressed, and went to the library. Keith was sitting
on a bench in the front of the library, like he was waiting for him.
They went in together and got more books. They sat and talked about
some of their books for a while, read quietly for a while, and at
about 7:30 they got in the car and went to eat. Then Keith dropped
Jeff off. This was becoming a daily routine that both Jeff and Keith
anticipated and enjoyed.

That night she had another trick who left after about 2 hours.
Afterwards his mother did not bother Jeff . She figured that it
wouldn't do any good, so she didn't try. Jeff was glad she didn't.
After she left the next afternoon he emerged from his room and ate,
bathed, and left for the library again. He met Keith there. They spent
the evening together in the same activities. At 8:00, just as daylight
was waning, they were in Keith's car for Jeff's ride home.

As they turned the last corner leading to his building, Jeff spotted
his mother and Tom going into the doorway that led up to their
apartment.

"NO!" Jeff bent down to hide himself from the outside. He began to
sob. "Please, Keith, keep driving, PLEASE DON'T STOP!"

"What's wrong?"

"JUST KEEP DRIVING, PLEASE DON'T STOP, PLEASE, PLEASE!"

Keith was startled by Jeff's terrified urgency. He passed Jeff's
building and drove another two blocks and parked alongside the street.
He unfastened his and Jeff's seat belts and brought the poor, sobbing
child into his arms.

"Tell me what's wrong. Tell me. What did you see?"

He did not answer, he just sobbed and fought to catch his breath.
Keith held him close.

"Jeff, you have to tell me why you are so upset. What happened back
there?"

"PLEASE DON'T TAKE ME BACK THERE. PLEASE!"

Keith held him close as he calmed down. His left hand was holding the
back of his head, while his right hand was flat against the boy's
back.

"That was your mother and a man that went into your building, right?" 

Jeff nodded as his face was buried into Keith`s shirt, which was wet
from the crying.

"Does she ever bring men in while you are there?" 

Jeff nodded again. "I just lock myself in my room. My mom..."

"You don't have to explain, Jeff. It's OK. I know what your mom does
with the men." It became more than obvious to Keith when he saw how
Jeff's mother was dressed. "Have any of the men ever..." Keith paused to
think about how to word it.

Jeff  began sobbing again.

Keith said, "Oh, my God. Oh my God. How could a mother allow her own
child to be subjected to that?" He continued holding him close.

"PLEASE, I CAN'T GO HOME. PLEASE HELP ME!!!!"

"What can I do, Jeff? If you don't go home your mom might call the
police looking for you. That would put me in a bad situation with the
law."

"We don't have a phone, and she is scared of the police, anyway. She
won't go to them." He still was fighting to catch his breath after his
outburst. "Really, she won't. She always freaks out when she sees
cops."

Keith thought for a moment, released Jeff from his embrace, and put
his hand on his shoulder. "Buckle your seat belt back. You can stay
with me tonight. I'll decide what to do in the morning."

Jeff quickly fastened his seat belt and they drove back toward the
library and 2 miles up the main road to Keith's small apartment. It
was just starting to get dark.

They entered his place.

"It's a small place, but it is just what I need." Jeff was amazed at
how clean and shiny everything was. He had a  kitchen with all of the
modern appliances. It led to a bigger living room that had a small
bedroom and bathroom off of it.

"This is a real nice place, Keith." Jeff's eyes were red and puffy
from all of the crying. "Thanks for bringing me here. I can't go home
with that guy there."

Keith led Jeff to the couch and sat there next to him. He gently
placed his hands on each side of his face and said, "Did he hurt you?"

"He didn't beat me up or hit me or anything like that." He turned his
eyes toward the floor.

"Look at me, Jeff. You do not have to feel ashamed around me. I care
about you."

Jeff looked at him, and the tears began again. "He, he..." He began to
cry.

"Calm down and start at the beginning, Jeff. It is OK, and you are
perfectly safe here. This man did something bad to you?"

Jeff nodded.

"Did it happen one time, or several times, or a lot?"

Jeff held up one finger as he sniffed back the tears.

"Tell me what happened. Tell me, Jeff. You have to talk about this or
it will eat you up on the inside."

Jeff choked back the tears. "Mom always had me lock myself in my room
when... well..., she didn`t want any of her visitors ever to know that I
was there. It's always been that way. Then she'd tell me I could come
out after they left. She tricked me. She tricked me."

"What happened?"

"I heard them coming up the stairs. I was eating. I knew she had a man
`cause of the footsteps. I went in my room and locked myself in like
always. It wasn't long before I heard the front door and I thought he
left. Mom told me I could come out now." He began audibly crying
again, sniffing back the tears. "She tricked me."

"Just slowly tell me what happened, Jeff. You are safe now."

"He was still there, wearing just a pair of shorts. I got real scared.
My mom went in to her room and shut her door and left me with him. She
tricked me. She tricked me... I tried to shut my door and lock myself in
but he pushed it open and came in my room. Oh God, I can't talk about
it, I can't. I can't. It hurts too much."

Keith just shook his head in dismay. "Come over here, Jeff." Jeff slid
close to him and Keith held him as he bawled.

Jeff just cried and repeated, "Why did she do this to me, why did she
do this to me? She tricked me. She tricked me."

"I know it, I know..." He just held him quietly for a moment or two.
"Can you talk about what happened in your room?"

Jeff shook his head `no' many times an he drove his face into Keith's
shirt. Keith gently pulled the child away and put his hands back on
each side of his face again. "Look at me, Jeff. Look at me. I know
what we can do. I will ask you some questions, and you can just shake
your head yes or no. OK?"

Jeff nodded `yes'.

"Now look right at me. You did nothing wrong, Jeff. You did nothing
that you should be at all ashamed of. Do not take your eyes off of me.
Did he hit you?"

Jeff shook no.

"Did he force himself on you?"

Jeff just looked at him with a questioning look. "Let`s take it a step
at a time. Did he expose himself to you? I mean, did he, let me
think..., did he take off his shorts?"

Jeff  nodded `yes'.

"So he was naked?" Jeff sniffled loudly as he shook `yes'. "Did he
remove your clothes?"

Jeff shook `no'., but he muttered, "He made me..." He stopped short of
telling more.

"Oh, did he force you to undress for him?" 

Jeff nodded  `yes'. 

"Did he threaten you?" 

Yes. 

"Did he touch your privates?" 

Yes. Jeff audibly cried some more.

"OK, Jeff, this may be hard, but if you don't get this out, it will
tear you up on the inside. Did he bring his private thing to you and
touch you with it?

Jeff nodded `yes' as he continued to cry.. 

Keith got up and went to get a figurine off of a small shelf. It was
one of the set with the little boy and girl on a bench kissing (it had
belonged to his late grandmother.)  He took down the little boy and
handed it to Jeff.

"Point to where he put his private thing." Jeff pointed to the little
boy's kiss shaped lips.

"Is that the only place?"

He nodded  `yes'.

"Did he force you to swallow his...his..."

Jeff nodded `yes'.

"Can you tell me what he did afterwards?"

Through the tears and the sniffling, he mumbled, "He shoved me down
and told me that if I ever tell anybody..."

"He would do what?"

"He would kill me and my mom and burn down the building with us in it.
So PLEASE, Keith PLEASE, nobody can know I told you."

"Listen, Jeff, all people who hurt children that way threaten things
because silence is the only thing they have to keep going. He knows
that he could be locked up in prison for many years with what he did
to you alone, and there are probably a lot of other kids he had hurt,
too."

"He didn't really hurt me."

"He did, too. What he did hurt you on the inside, and that hurts worse
than getting beat up. When you are beaten the pain goes away, because
the body automatically heals, but this pain doesn't heal
automatically, it takes time and honesty. You were very honest to me
telling me what happened, and I am so proud of you." He held Jeff
again, and Jeff stopped crying.

"But why my mom, why did she do that to me?" He sounded very angry.

"Maybe she got a lot of money. I don't know."

"He said something about giving her some rocks. I didn't know what he
was talking about."

Keith nodded. "It makes sense, it makes sense. She is probably
addicted to crack and he gave her a supply if he could have you alone.
People addicted to crack will do about anything, no matter how bad, to
get more."

"I remember that from D.A.R.E. in school. So is that why my mom says
she is sick?"

"Probably. She can't help herself. She needs to get help, BUT that
does not excuse what she did to you. It's a good thing I didn't drop
you off, because it probably would have happened again, or something
worse."

It was almost 10:00, and Jeff looked sleepy. Keith went and got him a
big pillow from his closet, and a couple of blankets. He got one of
his t-shirts, and said, "Here, you can wear this to sleep in. It will
be real big on you, but lots of people wear night shirts like that. Go
in the bathroom and put this on, and bring out your clothes. I have a
few of my things I have to wash, and I will throw yours in with them."

Jeff went into the bathroom and shut the door. He came out shortly
after with the huge shirt hanging down to his knees. He handed his
pants, shirt, socks, and briefs to Keith. Keith hugged him again and
said, "Good night. You are a brave kid, Jeff. Most kids who go through
something like what you did can't and won't ever talk about it. You
did, and I am proud of you. I love you, Jeff."

"I love you, Keith. Thanks for everything. Good night." Jeff squeezed
him hard and Keith felt like he was melting inside.

Keith put Jeff's clothes in the washer with his laundry and went into
his room and shut the door. He felt sickened as he hurt for Jeff and
lay there thinking about the sweet child in his living room. He melted
at the boy's genuineness and sweetness, and so wished that there was a
way to demonstrate intimacy with him without violating him further.
The only thing he could do, though, was to be there for him when he
needed him and love him unconditionally. Keith took a library book out
and read it for a couple of hours and then went off to sleep.

Look for Part 4

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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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