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night.”
“That’s okay. But we still need to talk, about this...,” Dan’s finger flipped back and forth between pointing at himself and Jonathan. “You and I. Although you may feel you want to sleep with me, and although you say you’re gay, you’re still a minor, and I could get in serious trouble, if...” His voice trailed, hoping he’d conveyed what he wanted to say.
Jonathan nodded, but there was something on his mind, and he wondered how he could say it without being thrown out of the house. Sure, he was attracted to Dan, the man being kind and handsome and all, but he had never actually been with anyone. He knew what would happen if his father ever found out, so he had only fantasized about being with another boy, a man.
Jonathan also remembered being led into Dan’s bedroom after his nightmare the night before. He remembered falling into the warm bed, realizing that it must’ve been where Dan had slept minutes earlier, breathing in the scent of the man, relishing the feeling of comfort and safety. There had been something else. The smell of Dan had aroused him, and Jonathan found it impossible to fall asleep, particularly as Dan climbed into the bed behind him. He pretended to sleep, lying as quietly as he possibly could, listening to Dan, his breathing, how it eventually evened out and turned into a light snore. It was so endearing. Jonathan had been rock hard, but even more so, his throat was dry and his entire body was shaking ever so slightly. Not because he was cold, but because he was so horny. He’d never felt like that before. Then again, he’d never been in bed with another man before, certainly not one looking as good as Dan.
After a while, he had turned around and watched Dan from behind, lying on the side, his back turned towards Jonathan. It felt as if he’d watched him forever when sleep finally came to Jonathan and he drifted off to dream. His final memory was of scooting over to Dan, spooning the man, seeking out the comfort, warmth and security he’d lacked for so long.
He’d woken up feeling Dan’s strong hands on his arm, caressing his hand, and it sent new chills down his spine, his cock pulsating against Dan’s ass cheeks, straining in the sweat pants Jonathan was wearing. Ooops! He didn’t dare move. He hadn’t dared to say a word, afraid to ruin the moment, afraid of being tossed out into the cold again.
So how could he convey to Dan his longing for him, his need for closeness? They had already hugged a couple of times, but he didn’t want to take it as a signal, because the man’s words had expressed something entirely different.
Jonathan decided that there was only one way to convey his needs, his desires to Dan, and that was by telling him his story, from the beginning.
Chapter 7
JONATHAN'S MOTHER HAD come to shortly after her husband had pulled out of the forest, turning back onto the highway, city bound. She was quiet in her seat, understanding full well the consequences of what had transpired in the past hours. With Jonathan gone, there was nothing left to shield her from her husband’s wrath. With Jonathan gone, she knew that she would once again be bearing the brunt of his anger, feeling the impact of his fists, his abuse.
She was miserable, having failed not only to protect her son, but having been an accomplice to the beatings and the abuse of him for so many years. She also knew that had she interfered earlier, had she said anything, done anything, that both she and Jonathan would not have survived the day.
How often had she considered calling child protective services, the police, or just opening the front door and screaming for help? In the end, she never did. She just tried to make Jonathan’s suffering a little bit easier to bear. She tried to clean the wounds, dress them, make the pain go away. She knew, of course, that Jonathan didn’t understand. Her son probably loathed her for what she did, hated her even, but she was helpless.
She was
“That’s okay. But we still need to talk, about this...,” Dan’s finger flipped back and forth between pointing at himself and Jonathan. “You and I. Although you may feel you want to sleep with me, and although you say you’re gay, you’re still a minor, and I could get in serious trouble, if...” His voice trailed, hoping he’d conveyed what he wanted to say.
Jonathan nodded, but there was something on his mind, and he wondered how he could say it without being thrown out of the house. Sure, he was attracted to Dan, the man being kind and handsome and all, but he had never actually been with anyone. He knew what would happen if his father ever found out, so he had only fantasized about being with another boy, a man.
Jonathan also remembered being led into Dan’s bedroom after his nightmare the night before. He remembered falling into the warm bed, realizing that it must’ve been where Dan had slept minutes earlier, breathing in the scent of the man, relishing the feeling of comfort and safety. There had been something else. The smell of Dan had aroused him, and Jonathan found it impossible to fall asleep, particularly as Dan climbed into the bed behind him. He pretended to sleep, lying as quietly as he possibly could, listening to Dan, his breathing, how it eventually evened out and turned into a light snore. It was so endearing. Jonathan had been rock hard, but even more so, his throat was dry and his entire body was shaking ever so slightly. Not because he was cold, but because he was so horny. He’d never felt like that before. Then again, he’d never been in bed with another man before, certainly not one looking as good as Dan.
After a while, he had turned around and watched Dan from behind, lying on the side, his back turned towards Jonathan. It felt as if he’d watched him forever when sleep finally came to Jonathan and he drifted off to dream. His final memory was of scooting over to Dan, spooning the man, seeking out the comfort, warmth and security he’d lacked for so long.
He’d woken up feeling Dan’s strong hands on his arm, caressing his hand, and it sent new chills down his spine, his cock pulsating against Dan’s ass cheeks, straining in the sweat pants Jonathan was wearing. Ooops! He didn’t dare move. He hadn’t dared to say a word, afraid to ruin the moment, afraid of being tossed out into the cold again.
So how could he convey to Dan his longing for him, his need for closeness? They had already hugged a couple of times, but he didn’t want to take it as a signal, because the man’s words had expressed something entirely different.
Jonathan decided that there was only one way to convey his needs, his desires to Dan, and that was by telling him his story, from the beginning.
Chapter 7
JONATHAN'S MOTHER HAD come to shortly after her husband had pulled out of the forest, turning back onto the highway, city bound. She was quiet in her seat, understanding full well the consequences of what had transpired in the past hours. With Jonathan gone, there was nothing left to shield her from her husband’s wrath. With Jonathan gone, she knew that she would once again be bearing the brunt of his anger, feeling the impact of his fists, his abuse.
She was miserable, having failed not only to protect her son, but having been an accomplice to the beatings and the abuse of him for so many years. She also knew that had she interfered earlier, had she said anything, done anything, that both she and Jonathan would not have survived the day.
How often had she considered calling child protective services, the police, or just opening the front door and screaming for help? In the end, she never did. She just tried to make Jonathan’s suffering a little bit easier to bear. She tried to clean the wounds, dress them, make the pain go away. She knew, of course, that Jonathan didn’t understand. Her son probably loathed her for what she did, hated her even, but she was helpless.
She was
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