Published: 24 Dec 2020
It was the day before Thanksgiving and I was busy making out my Christmas list. I did this every year, so my parents would know exactly what I wanted from them. Since they started their shopping the day after Thanksgiving, I had to give my list to them before then. That’s why I was rushing to get it done. You know how it is. Just like with my homework, I’d put it off until the last minute and now I was praying I wouldn’t forget anything important before I gave it to them. I had written down the titles of an assortment of CD’s and video games I wanted, listed a whole bunch of designer and name-brand clothing, which I’d previously pointed out to my mother in various stores, and a few other minor items. Now, I just had to put down the major gifts I wanted.
I started off by writing down new skis and ski boots, since I have been telling my parents that I’d outgrown my old skis and boots. This wasn’t exactly true, but the boots were getting snug and I wanted those new skis for the slopes this year. They were much nicer than my old skis and I knew everyone there would notice them immediately. Having the skis was very important to me. In addition to those items, I also asked for a new cell phone – one that takes digital pictures too. I knew I really didn’t need it, since the cell phone I had was working just fine, but the new one would be much nicer. I also put down that I wanted a new dirt bike or a 4-wheel ATV. I felt I had outgrown my old dirt bike, an 80, and I wanted to move up to a 125. I was afraid my father wouldn’t go for me having a motorcycle that powerful, seeing as I’m only 14, so I figured the ATV would be a safe alternative for him to buy me. I’d be happy with either. I know I won’t get everything I ask for, but the more I have on my list, the more I’ll end up getting. That is, as long as I don’t go completely overboard.
Yes, I suppose I do look greedy, but my family can afford it. My father is a lawyer for an insurance company and my mother is an elementary teacher, so we’re not hurting for money. Besides, I’m an only child, so there’s no one else for them to spend it on. Well, that’s not exactly true. My dad does something every year that I don’t understand. He has three different charities give him the name of a family and a list of the things they need, along with individual clothing sizes and such. Once he has those lists, he goes out and spends a thousand dollars or so on each family for the holidays. Maybe that would be all right if he got something back for doing it, but he takes all the things he buys down to the charity and lets them deliver it to the families anonymously. Most of the families send thank you notes back to the charities and the charities give those notes to dad, but what good is it if no one knows you were the one who gave them all those things?
Dad’s tried to explain it to me before, several times in fact, but I just don’t get it. He explained that just because a family is needy doesn’t mean they are lazy or undeserving. He says sometimes it’s just the matter of not getting the right break, understanding their choices or having someone to show them a better way. He informed me our family could have been just like any of them, if he hadn’t received some help when he was younger. He told me that he was the fourth generation of an immigrant family and every one in the previous generations had been underpaid, factory workers. He explained that he probably would have ended up being a factory worker too, if one of his friend’s fathers hadn’t shown him how to make a different choice.
His friend’s father was a CPA and he encouraged my dad to go to college. The man convinced my father he was capable, taught my dad how to study and do well in high school and even let my dad do odd jobs for him, so he had some spending money for other things he wanted. The guy helped my dad fill out his college application and other paperwork when it was time. He even bought my dad a nice suit for the one-on-one interview, explaining that my father needed to make a good impression. After that, he helped my dad choose a profession and select the courses he should take, including the electives. My father told me that without that man, he probably would never have broken free of the vicious cycle his family was in, because he would never have believed he could do anything else. He said even in his wildest dreams, he never thought he could have become a lawyer.
Although I could understand what he meant about his friend’s father helping him, I still didn’t understand why he’d spend all that money on strangers, when he could spend it on us instead. It always came to mind when I didn’t get everything on my Christmas list. He would have had the money to get it all for me, if he didn’t spend so much on people he didn’t even know. I tried pointing this out to him and all he’d say is, “when you get older and look at things more maturely, you’ll understand.” Sometimes, I wonder if that day will ever come?
Anyway, I made sure I went shopping with my parents on Black Friday, which is the day after Thanksgiving. I wanted to make sure they knew exactly what clothes and other things I wanted. I didn’t want there to be any mistakes. We walked around the mall for about three hours, when I noticed a boy about my age or maybe a little older. He looked a bit on the dirty side and I thought maybe he was lost or in trouble. He kept walking up to people and asking them questions, but it seemed nobody wanted to stop and help him. Curious as to what he was up to, I made sure to lead my parents close to where he was, so I could find out what he was asking all those adults. As we approached where he was standing, he came up to my father and asked his question. “Sir, could you spare a little money, so I can buy some food?”
Knowing what a soft-touch my father is about people in need, I expected him to reach into his pocket, pull out a few bills and hand them to the kid. I was surprised when he didn’t do that. Instead, my father spoke to the boy softly. “I won’t give you money, because you may use it for something other than food. However, it is about time for my family to eat lunch, so if you’d like to come with us, I’ll buy your meal and you can eat with us.”
The boy looked shocked and it took him a few moments to decide if this would be acceptable to him. Finally, he mumbled out a weak reply. “But I’m not dressed as nice as you are. Do you really want me to eat with you?”
“Yes, I do,” my father responded. “When we get inside the restaurant, I’ll have Tommy take you to the men’s room and make sure you get cleaned up adequately. Then, we can all eat together. By the way, this is my son, Tommy,” he continued, pointing in my direction. Actually, I was amazed my dad had assigned that responsibility to me. I thought he’d do it himself. Eagerly, I reached out and offered the boy my hand, so we could shake. He hesitated a few seconds before he grasped it, but he finally did.
“Hi, I’m Jason,” he replied simply, as we shook. I grew weak in the knees, just from touching his smooth skin.
My father took us into a restaurant and pointed out the location of the rest room to us. I went with Jason, to make sure he did a good job washing up. I know how fussy my father can be. On the way there, Jason expressed his shock that my dad had brought us to a regular restaurant and not a fast-food place. “I can’t eat here with your family,” he told me, while looking down at the ground. “I’m gonna look really out of place with the rest of you.”
“No, you won’t. My parents invited you, so you’ll be fine,” I responded, as confidently as I could, but I’m not sure how convincing I was. Eventually, Jason started to wash up, so I decided to use my time to find out more about him. “Why are you out here all alone?” I asked, startling him. He stopped washing and I almost felt as if he were going to bolt out of the door, so he didn’t have to answer me. To keep that from happening, I moved between him and the exit. I also came up with something else to say, to put him at ease again.
“It really doesn’t matter,” I told him, “I was just curious.” He seemed to relax a little.
“I guess maybe I would be too, if I were you,” Jason responded, “but it’s a long story and I’m hungry. Can’t we eat first?” I think that was his way of avoiding my question, so I let him off the hook.
“Sure, that’s fine,” I told him, as we went back out to sit down with my parents.
My father told Jason he could order whatever he wanted and as much as he liked, as long as he didn’t waste any of it. Jason nodded his understanding, but he still seemed tentative when it came time to tell the waiter what he wanted. After a little more coaxing from me, he finally ordered a decent meal.
Throughout lunch, we exchanged small talk and I learned that Jason was less than a year older than me, but we would be in the same grade, because he started school a little later than most. In an effort to find some common ground, I asked Jason if he liked to ski or ride dirt bikes. He quickly responded that he had never tried either. I realized I probably couldn’t find out much more about him unless we were alone, so once we finished eating, I made an announcement to my parents. “I know you want to do some shopping without me, so Jason and I will walk around the mall and you can call me on my cell phone and let me know when you’re ready to leave.”
My parents nodded in agreement, so I grabbed Jason by the hand and dragged him behind me. I know it was probably pretty stupid thing to do, pulling him along like some little kid, but I didn’t want to take the chance he wouldn’t follow me. He never said a word about what I’d done, nor did he complain. Before long, we were walking around the mall like old friends and cracking jokes. When I felt he was relaxed enough to answer me truthfully, I asked him the questions that were on my mind.
“Okay, so where are your parents and why haven’t you eaten in a while,” I asked him directly. I thought he might refuse to answer or try to run away, but I had to take that chance. I wanted to know the answers and realized this couldn’t wait. Once my parents and I left the mall, I might never see Jason again. So, this was the moment of truth.
“I guess I owe you that much, for what you did for me,” Jason responded. “I saw that you made sure your parents came over by me, so they’d help.” I blushed immediately, having been caught red-handed. I thought I’d been subtler than that.
“Well, my father likes to help people,” I admitted, “and you looked like a decent person who could use a hand, so I took a chance.” I grinned at him, hoping to keep him calm.
“Why did you think that?” Jason asked, not understanding what I meant. “You didn’t know anything about me.” Now, I had to think of how I was going to explain this to him.
“I know, but I felt if you went to my school, I would have tried to make friends with you,” I replied, sincerely. “You look like a neat person, one I’d like to get to know.” It was his turn to blush, which he did nicely. “I also knew it looked like you were having a rough time, as you were a little dirty and your clothes were all wrinkled and everything, which gave me the feeling you needed my help.”
“Thanks,” Jason told me. “That was a really nice thing for you to do.”
“But I’m still confused about why you’re all alone,” I pressed. Jason hemmed and hawed for a few seconds, before he answered me.
“It’s because my mom’s latest boyfriend doesn’t like me and kind of threw me out of the house,” he admitted, but he didn’t look me in the face when he told me.
“Why? You’re not so hard to be around,” I blurted out; shocked that anyone could do something like that to a kid. “And your mother let him do it?”
“I’m not sure she knew,” he explained, although not satisfactorily.
“What do you mean?” I pressed, wanting the details. “She lived with you, didn’t she?”
“Yes, but Jeff, my mother’s scumbag boyfriend, always told my mom lies about me, to make me look like the bad guy,” he informed me. “He would tell her I said awful things to him, threw things at him and even told her that I said I wished he was dead. I never said any of that stuff, but mom believed him and not me.”
“That’s plain sick,” I empathized, but he didn’t seem to hear me.
“About a week after Halloween, my mother had to work late. When I got home after school, Jeff said he had a surprise for me. He threw a trash bag at me, which I later learned had some of my clothes in it, and told me he was going to make a man out of me. When I asked him what he meant, he told me I was going to live on my own and support myself from now on. That’s when he told me to leave.”
“My God! What did you do?” I was dumbstruck, unable to picture my parents doing anything like that to me. How could anyone treat another human being like that?
“I told him I wasn’t going to go and he could leave instead, but he said that wasn’t going to happen. He told me if I didn’t go, he’d make my life a living hell,” Jason explained. “He said he loved my mother and wasn’t about to share her, so if I didn’t leave, he’d either find a way to get her to send me away or he’d think of a plan to get me arrested and put in a detention center. One way or another, he said I was going to be living somewhere else.”
Damn! I was even more shocked at that. Jeff was really a cold, calculating and conniving son-of-a-bitch. He literally moved in to Jason’s home, took over and then forced Jason out. I think I hated the guy as much as Jason did and I think Jason could see how I felt, just from the expression on my face. He smiled feebly at me, before continuing.
“When I finally told him I’d leave,” Jason continued, “he handed me $100 and told me that was so I could get out of town and have some money to eat with for a while. I thought that was kind of nice of him.”
“No way!” I screamed. “He just did that to get you to go far away from home, so you’re mother couldn’t find out why you took off.” I was pissed.
“She wouldn’t have believed me anyway,” Jason admitted, “so I took his money and left. That’s the only thing he ever gave me, besides grief.” Jason paused briefly and I saw him swallow hard. I think he was beginning to choke up with emotion. After composing himself again, he continued. “I guess I must be over a hundred miles from home by now and I’ve used up all my money.” I could still see the pain in his eyes, even though I could tell he was trying to put up a brave front. Just then, my cell phone rang.
“Hello. Oh, sure Dad. We’ll be right there,” I responded, before ending our conversation. I led Jason to the main entrance of the mall, where my father told me to meet my mother and him, and on the way back I had an idea. When I saw my parents, I made a hasty request, “Jason, will you wait here with my mom, while I talk to my dad alone?” Jason nodded he would, but he looked confused, as did my mother. Regardless, I pulled my father out of hearing range of the two of them.
“Dad, you’ve just got to let Jason come stay with us,” I announced, rather than asked, which seemed to shock my father. I quickly explained Jason’s situation, before adding, “You can take back all my presents and not get me anything this year, if you’ll let Jason stay with us for now.” My dad gave me a puzzled look. “I really mean it,” I explained, thinking he didn’t believe me. “I’d rather go without this year, than leave Jason without a home,” I emphasized this point, trying to convince him I was sincere.
“Maybe you’re more mature than I thought,” my father responded, although I had no idea what he meant by it, but he didn’t stop there. “I’m not going to take back all the presents we already bought for you, though. It took long enough to buy them and I’m not going to spend an equal amount of time trying to return them. I may choose not to get you any more, but I’ll have to think about that first.”
“Maybe you could just give the presents you already bought for me to Jason then,” I countered, “especially if they’re clothes. We look to be about the same size.” My father’s smile broadened.
“Yep, my boy is definitely growing up,” he almost whispered, but I really wasn’t paying attention to that. I just wanted him to tell me Jason could stay with us. “It won’t be permanent,” he finally conceded, “unless I get to speak with his mother and work things out, but he can stay with us for now.” I was ecstatic upon hearing his answer. Enthusiastically, I began to jump up and down, spin around and whoop real loud, and then I hugged my dad tightly. After that, I raced over to share the good news with Jason.
He looked at me like I was crazy, when he saw me approach. I imagine everyone else in the mall did too, at least those who had witnessed my reaction, but that didn’t matter to me. I didn’t care what anyone else thought, just Jason. Once he heard my proposal, he seemed excited, but told me he had to run out behind the mall to collect his things first. He said he hid them there, while he came inside. I told him I’d go with him, primarily to make sure he didn’t try to run away, but I guess that thought only crossed MY mind. Jason never tried to take off. While we were gone, my dad must have told my mom everything, because she was smiling at us when we walked back to join them and get into the car.
When we got home, I showed Jason around the house. When we went upstairs, I told him he could have his own room or share mine, as I had a king-size bed. It didn’t take him very long to decide. He said he’d prefer to stay with me. He explained there wasn’t any reason why he should mess up another room, since he wasn’t sure if he’d be staying for very long. Before I had a chance to ask him what he meant by that, he told me he figured my parents wouldn’t let him live there forever. He said he hoped they’d let him stay around through the worst of the winter months, but he’d take whatever he could get. After that, he asked me if it was okay with me if we shared a room and I told him that would be fine. I didn’t mind if he stayed with me, because he was cute and I was kind of attracted to him, although I didn’t tell him that part.
At that moment, my dad knocked on my door and asked what Jason had decided. I immediately informed him that we were going to share a room for now. He said that would be fine, as long as we both agreed to it. We quickly told him we did. Once that had been taken care of, Dad asked to see Jason’s belongings, so he could see how much Jason had and what condition it was in. Jason wasn’t eager to comply with Dad’s request, but eventually he gave in. I could tell my father was making a few mental notes, as he looked things over, determining what Jason might need. When Dad finished checking everything out, he told us that my mother and he had to run a few errands, so he asked if we’d be all right alone. I assured him we would be fine, so he left the room. Soon, we heard the car start and they drove off.
As soon as my parents were gone, I suggested to Jason that he might want to shower and then change into some clean clothes. I didn’t mention that he smelled kind of funky, because I didn’t want to embarrass him. I also told him he could wear any of my clothes, if he wanted to. I didn’t care if he just liked them better or he didn’t have anything clean. From now on, whatever I had was his too. Jason turned away from me quickly and I was afraid I had said something wrong or offended him. However, when he looked up at me a few seconds later, I saw tears in his eyes. That’s when I realized he was just touched by my offer. To distract him, I told him he’d probably fit into my clothes and he quickly agreed. That’s when he went off to shower.
Jason was actually in there quite a long time. It must have felt good to him. I guessed he probably hadn’t had a real shower in ages and was taking advantage of the opportunity, so I didn’t bother him. When he came back to our room, he was only wearing a towel, wrapped around his waist. Once the door was shut, he dropped the towel and stood there, totally nude and unembarrassed. “Okay, what is it you want me to do for you?” he asked. This totally confused me and I didn’t know how to respond. However, I was also unable to take my eyes of his lovely, soft, circumcised dick, so I didn’t respond at all. The fact that I didn’t answer confused him, so he addressed me again.
“Just tell me what you want and we’ll get it over with,” he reiterated.
“What do you mean?” I asked, still unable to figure out what he was getting at. “I don’t want anything from you.”
“Oh, come on,” Jason insisted, “no one does anything nice for you, unless they want something in return. Believe me, I know. Every person who’s been nice to me since I left home has always wanted something in return, mostly sex things. I’m sure you’re no different; especially with the way you’re looking at my cock. Besides, I saw you talking your parents into doing this, so what do you want in return.”
“Really, Jason, I don’t want anything in return,” I told him, honestly. “But if you want to fool around a little, I’d be willing. I’ve had fun doing things with a couple of my other friends, but it would be entirely your choice. You don’t have to do anything special just to stay here.”
Jason’s mouth dropped open and he just stared at me. “But I thought…” I cut him off.
“Then you thought wrong,” I informed him, forcefully. “Other than following the same rules I have to obey, anything else is your choice. No one will force you to do anything, nor will any of us expect anything from you in return.”
Jason walked over to me and sat on the edge of the bed, still totally naked. “But why?”
“Because we don’t take advantage of people,” I told him, not knowing what else I should say.
“But I don’t understand,” Jason countered. “It seems everyone else does.”
“Maybe, but my dad says that many people who have bad lives deserve better. He thinks they find themselves in those situations because they got a bad break or had no one to show them they could do better. After seeing you in the mall and then hearing what happened to you, I figured you could use a break. That’s why I talked my dad into letting you come stay with us, for as long as you need.”
“You’d do that for me?” Jason gasped, still doubting his good fortune.
“For as long as you need,” I repeated. “Dad said he’s going to want you to call your mother and let her know that you’re okay and have a place to stay. Then, he’s going to want to talk to her to set this up legally, but you don’t have to worry about that. Dad’s a lawyer, and if he can’t do it, he knows other lawyers who can. The only thing my dad wants to do is to make sure it’s all legal, so none of us gets into trouble for kidnapping or anything crazy like that.”
“Wow! You guys are too much. I didn’t think anyone would ever do anything nice for me, not even my mother any more. Not since she began to take Jeff’s side over mine.” Jason seemed kind of down after mentioning his mother, so I wanted to assuage his concerns.
“You don’t have to worry about that any more,” I said strongly, sitting down beside him, “because we’re on your side.” I gave him a few seconds for that to sink in and he did begin to cheer up a little. “So, do you want to get dressed or fool around?” I asked him, as I was starting to sprout wood from looking at his adorable naked body.
“Tommy, are you gay?” he asked me, bluntly.
“I don’t know for sure,” I answered, honestly. “I like seeing good looking naked guys like you and I like doing things with them, but I’ve also had fun with a couple of girls too.”
“I guess you’re bisexual then,” he responded, more to himself than to me. “I wish I was, but I know I’m gay. That’s another reason I left when Jeff told me to. He’d have been on my case all of the time or beat me silly, if he ever found out I was gay. I’ve seen him do that with gay adults, so it would have been even worse for me, since I’d have to live with him.”
“Nothing like that will happen here,” I explained. “My parents don’t really care if we do things with each other, as long as we take safety precautions and we both want to do it.” He looked at me kind of funny, as if he couldn’t believe what I was saying. I put my arm around his shoulders, to convince him of my sincerity, and he leaned into me in response. Then, he rested his head on my chest and let out a big sigh. After a few seconds, he tilted his head upward, toward mine, and looked into my eyes. Slowly, he moved his mouth closer and I began to find it difficult to breathe. I was sooooo excited. I wanted this to happen as much as he did, so I responded and moved my head toward his. The instant our lips met, I felt all kinds of strange feelings flood through my body and I began to tingle all over. I guess the same thing must have happened to Jason too, because when I looked down, his penis was as hard as a diamond drill bit.
I knew he wasn’t sure how far he dared go, but I wanted to make sure whatever he did was his choice. I would lead him and give him a chance to say yes or no, but it was his decision. Cautiously, I reached my hand toward his hard member, but stopped short of touching it, as I waited for his permission. When he saw what I was doing, he gave me a slight nod, so I lightly ran my fingers over his leg, inner thigh and then lightly brushed it over his package. He let out a very encouraging moan and I felt his body tremble when I made contact with his boy-toy. That’s all the encouragement I needed to keep going.
I kissed him again, while I ran my hand over his smooth chest. I teased and tweaked his nipples with my fingers and his little nubs immediately became erect as I played with them. Slowly, I edged myself off of the bed and lowered my body to the floor, until I was kneeling in front of him. I pushed his legs apart, to get full access, and he cooperated fully. I stuck my tongue out and moved forward, until I was able to lick his ball sac. As I moved his tiny eggs around with my oral muscle, his upper body fell backward, until he was lying on the bed. I continued to bathe his scrotum with my saliva and then I moved upward and ran my tongue along the side of his shaft and around the flange of his helmet. Jason moaned even louder and thrust his hips upward, as if he were trying to impale me on his penis. I understood what he wanted, so I kept going.
Carefully, I lowered my mouth over his throbbing shaft, taking it completely into my mouth. I could feel it pulse and he instinctively began to thrust his pelvis up and down, energetically making love to my mouth. I added a little suction and let my tongue run wild, teasing the surface of his love muscle, as it slid in and out of my throat. Jason had closed both of his hands on the bedspread, grasping everything underneath in a tight ball in his fist, as he continued to buck up and down. He was making all kinds of noises, but he wasn’t saying a thing. I was feeling awesome knowing I was giving him such pleasure.
As his moaning increased and his humping got faster, I knew he was getting close. Finally, I heard him start to say something. “I’m…uh…almost there. I’m…a…gonna…shoot.” I think he did that, so I could pull off if I wanted to, but I wanted to taste him. I’d never swallowed with any of my friends, but I just felt I had to do it with Jason. Maybe it was because I thought my other friends might be grossed out or would make awful comments if I did it, so with them I finish by jerking them off. I wasn’t going to do that with Jason though. I clamped my lips tightly around his shaft and waited for the eventual eruption.
And erupt he did, like a volcano that had been silent for centuries and then released all it’s pent up fury in one awesome explosion. I actually felt his first blast of his seed strike the back of my throat, followed by a few less forceful shots. I swallowed it all; except for the last few drops, which I held in my mouth. I wanted to be able to continue to enjoy his taste a little longer. I did continue to nurse on his deflating member, at least until he pushed my head away, letting me know he’d had enough. When he did that, I released his dick and got up and sat on the bed beside him, watching him enjoy all the feelings that had just coursed through his body. He looked so happy and relaxed at that point, so I just sat there and watched him. I was just so glad I was the one who caused him to feel that way.
When Jason came around from his high, he had the biggest grin plastered across his face. “Oh, my God. That was so wonderful,” he exclaimed. “I’ve only had a couple of blowjobs before, but no one ever made me cum that strong.” He sat up and leaned over to kiss me again and I readily accepted his attempt. As his tongue entered my mouth, I let him taste the little bit of his own seed, which still coated the inside of my mouth.
“Let me do you now,” he almost begged and I had to chuckle at his eagerness. I was more than willing to let him have his fun, so I smiled at him and started taking off all of my clothes. I wondered if he knew that’s exactly what I’d hoped he’d say. When I took off my underwear, he just gawked at me, especially my crotch. I was cut, like he was, and about the same size, but he seemed entranced by what I had.
“Oh, Tommy,” he sighed, with what almost sounded like wonder and awe. “You are so beautiful and perfect.” He began to blush after he said that, because he realized he had spoken his thoughts aloud. I was blushing too, because no one had ever said anything like that to me before. Well, my parents always told me I was handsome, but all parents do that. I’ve even heard parents tell their ugly children they’re beautiful, but I think Jason really meant what he said. I’m not sure, but I think I’m falling in love with him. I wonder if he is feeling the same way about me.
Hesitantly, Jason reached out toward my groin. I felt he was almost afraid to touch me, but he eventually grabbed my stiff pole and he began to feel all around it. After a few seconds of manual exploration, he began to do everything I did to him. He pushed me back on the bed and forced my legs apart, so he could get at my nuts. He licked them eagerly, testing the taste and feel of my skin, before he sucked me off. When he did begin to blow me, he went at it with a kind of animalistic enthusiasm I had never seen before. He actually did a pretty good job, but it was over far sooner than I wanted it to be. I just couldn’t control my orgasm, but the sensation was awesome. I tried to warn Jason when I was going to shoot, but he didn’t stop what he was doing. He kept going and eventually swallowed my load. It was incredible and I was beginning to hope he would stay around and never leave.
Since the fun was over, we got dressed and went downstairs. I took Jason to the family room, where we watched a little TV and just relaxed. I don’t think he’d had a chance to do that for a long time and he seemed to enjoy it. When my parents returned, they came in to talk to Jason and explained what they wanted him to do. He agreed to their terms, so my dad handed him the phone. Jason immediately dialed his mother’s phone number.
He was prepared to hang up, if Jeff answered instead, but fortunately his mother got to the phone first. “Hi, Mom,” we heard Jason say. “I just wanted you to know I’m doing okay.”
“No, I didn’t runaway! Jeff had my things packed when I came home and he told me to leave,” he responded defiantly. We could guess what his mother had said in between.
“I’ve been all right, but this nice family has taken me in for now,” he informed her. “Tommy’s father wants to talk to you, before he decides how long I can stay with them, so here he is.” Jason handed the phone to my dad.
“Hello, this is Steven Weston,” he began, letting her know who he was. “I want to assure you that your son is fine, although he’s been through some rough periods and missed a few meals along the way.” Jason’s mom must have said something in response, but we couldn’t tell what it was.
“Mrs. Farber…all right, Shelly,” my father corrected himself. Jason’s mom must have told my dad she wanted him to call her by her first name. “My wife and I have talked this over and we’ve agreed to let Jason stay with us, but only if it’s done legally. I am a lawyer and don’t need any accusations of misconduct later. If you are willing to sign guardianship papers, which will give us temporary charge and legal responsibility for your son’s welfare, then he can stay here as long as he needs to. I’ll send those papers to you, and I’ll also include our address and phone number, so you can call your son or come to visit, whenever you want. That way, you can see for yourself how he’s doing.” There was a long silence, as we supposed Jason’s mother was asking my father questions. Finally, he responded.
“My wife is a teacher and we have a five-bedroom home and a fourteen year old son. The two boys seem to be hitting it off very well and we can easily afford to cover Jason’s expenses. Therefore, you won’t have to worry about any financial responsibility. We don’t expect anything from you, other than that you keep in contact with your son and let him know you still love him.” My dad paused again.
“Thank you and I shall send all that information out to you, as soon as I can. Hold on a moment and I’ll let you talk to your son again. Good-bye, Shelly and thank you for you cooperation.” Dad handed the phone over to Jason.
“So you believe me about Jeff then?” Jason said, almost immediately. “And you’re going to let me stay here? Thanks, Mom, and I love you too. I really do. I know you want to be happy with Jeff, and I don’t blame you for that. But since he doesn’t really want me around, I’ll be happy here. They are all so nice and they have this huge, beautiful home. I love you, Mom, and I don’t want us to stop being close. It’s just that I know I can’t live there, as long as you’re with Jeff. Okay, Mom, I’ll be good and keep in touch. I love you.” Jason hung up the phone and I could see the tears forming in his eyes. My mom and dad had slipped out of the room during the last part of his conversation, to give him some privacy, so there were just the two of us there when he hung up. I went over and hugged him after a minute or so, because I knew he must have been feeling sad. I wanted him to know he was going to be loved and accepted by us, and when I saw the expression on his face as I hugged him, I knew he did.
My dad sent all the paperwork the following week and Jason’s mom signed it, had it notarized and sent it back the week after. Dad had everything wrapped up before Christmas. Dad even bought Jason’s mother a used car and had it delivered to her. She had said something to him about her old car dying, during their conversation, to let him know she didn’t know how soon she’d be able to visit. She told him it would be easier to save up for a better car now, as she needed it to get back and forth from work. She said it would help now that she wouldn’t have to spend a portion of her money on Jason. When Dad had the car delivered, he let her know it was a Christmas present from Jason and the rest of us, which made all of us feel good. Jason was really excited to think he might have been able to help his mom like that, especially since he knew Jeff wouldn’t be driving the car. Jeff had his own pick up and didn’t like to drive or be seen in anything else, but he wouldn’t let Shelly use his truck either. In fact, he wouldn’t let anyone else drive his truck. All in all, it would work out fine.
When Christmas morning came, I was looking forward to seeing Jason enjoying himself and having a great time. I wasn’t expecting any presents for myself, since I told dad he could skip getting me anything, as long as Jason got to stay with us. I was very surprised when Mom started handing me packages. In fact, not only did I get presents, but Jason got everything I did too. We received the same type of clothes, just in different colors or designs, and we got an equal number of CD’s and video games, which we agreed to share with each other. Dad also bought us skis, ski boots and ski outfits. He explained that the family went skiing together all winter and Jason would need his own equipment, so he could take part too. Jason liked that idea a lot and was looking forward to his first time on the slopes. On top of everything else we’d been given, Jason and I both got cell phones, the ones that took pictures too, so mom and dad could always get a hold of us. Dad said by having the picture phone, he could be sure we were where we were supposed to be, when he called. I never thought of that!
Christmas Day, we also gave Jason the option of having his own room again. My parents didn’t want him to feel that he couldn’t change his mind now, in case he wanted to. Dad also told him he’d even get him his own computer and TV for the room, but Jason said he’d rather share with me. Jason explained the room was large enough for both of us, we got along great and we enjoyed being together. What he didn’t tell them is that we were becoming lovers too and neither of us wanted that to end. Mom and Dad were fine with the decision, as long as we both agreed to it, which we did.
I think I’m finally beginning to understand why Dad does all those things for strangers now. It does have it’s own rewards. If I hadn’t thought of Jason, instead of myself, neither of us would be this happy today. I don’t see Jason ever wanting to leave now and I think we’re going to be really close for a long time to come. We’ll always be brothers, but maybe we’ll be even more than that to each other. I’m not sure whether either of us is ready to make that type of decision just yet, but we do know how much we love each other and how great we make each other feel. I can’t wait until I can help someone else. I think I’m going to make sure Mom and Dad let Jason and me help pick things out for the kids of the families we help next Christmas too, even if they don’t know the stuff came from us.
THE END
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