It was an old apartment building not too far from the college, and two blocks from the hospital. A five story building of mostly two bedroom apartments but every floor had one, one bedroom apartment and mine was on the third floor. At twenty three I am an EMT studding to become a nurse the slowest way possible. I am Jack Jackson the fifth but no one but my family knows that. I talk to my mother once a month on payday to see if she needs anything.
It was a Friday and the apartment at the end of the hall 3B was having yet another argument. The husband drinks too much and gets crazy.
The cops get called and next thing you know I got fire, police, and ambulance all on the third floor. I'm standing in my doorway in a pair of shorts watching the whole thing unfold and saying hello to a bunch of people I work with. All who get to see where and how I live. Max another EMT accused me of being gay because my apartment was too clean. I explain I just use paper plates and clean up after myself.
Then I watch the dad get arrested for battery against the son. James the seventeen year old getting told he is evicted from of parents house. He needs to have everything out by 8AM the time of his father court hearing. A chick from Social Services I had seen around asked to use my kitchen to talked to him in private. He was going to spend the weekend with a friend from school that lived upstairs. Then it was shelter or foster care where ever they could find a place for him. Growing up with alcoholic parents my heart went out to him he was a cute kid.
Melody from Social Services was there early the next morning knocking on my door for some unknown reason. She would like me to allow her to be listed as a safe contact should James need anything over the weekend. They will have a lot more options once they talk to his school counselors, and get and verify extended family information. She is a bit concerned the arrangement with the friend upstairs could fall a part.
Then yelling outside James and his friend from upstairs are on the front steps with a stuffed backpack and gym bag. His father is yelling faggot from his third floor window. Melody yells down and asks him to come up and meet me. He and and his bags show up three minutes later. He joins us at the kitchen table claiming he knows me. He did get my full name correct, and that I was twenty-two, and I had not dated a girl since last spring. No one comes over to visit me. I work, read, and sleep a lot.
The only thing straight about him was his grades. He was a straight A student and there was no way his was changing schools his senior year. He starts tell me about the issue with him being gay and his father when he is drunk. Melody says she has to go and for either of us to call her in a crisis. I need coffee so I made me a cappuccino then gave it to him and made another one for me. While his mother supports her son behind her husband back. She feels she has no choice in the matter. I get the no aunts or uncles, and one set of grandparents belonging to the dad. Then a request for a bowl of cereal his has never tried honey bunches of oats with almonds. I comply and have one with him.
Over a bowl of cereal I hear all about the high school he goes to and what makes him so smart is he reads the questions and highlight the answers when he reads assignment. He tends to get 100 percent on most assignments and offers to help me on my homework for nursing school. He asks to see the rest of my apartment. So I give him the tour. He seemed shocked there we no pictures of naked ladies. I explained that girlfriends don't like those kind of pictures. I should have never said the word girlfriends.
I get an rant on everything wrong with straight relationships and why they don't work anymore. Mostly comes down to girls don't want to have babies they want to have careers, and money before families. The one that do want families want a 50 / 50 partnership. Closing with real relationships for marriage start in your late twenties early thirties. Strange I had come to the same conclusion after my last painful girlfriend. This was a seventeen year old gay kid saying this.
Just as I should have never said girlfriends, he brought up my sex life. At which point I reminded him he should go find his friend up stairs. A knock on my door means someone from inside the building. It's the friend and his mother asking that James does not come up until after ten her husband will be asleep by then. I say fine but can you explain why? James whispers behind me. The dad wants me to give his wife lessons but she doesn't want to get better at it or me doing her husband.
I was like fine what ever and texted Melody. She did call me thirty minutes later asking me to let him stay at my place for the weekend. The kids birth parents are throwing him away because he's gay. Think what that's got to be doing to him I can't keep him safe at a shelter at his age he will just find more trouble. So, that offer from the dad up stairs is real. James has been know to blow guys for money. He will probably love to do you for a place to stay and if that happens I don't need to know about and I don't have a problem with it. I just need him safe and to show up at school on Monday.
I come out of the bathroom / bedroom and he was looking for news. I said It's looks we are going to be roommates for the weekend.
His eyes flood with tears he says... I am sorry to do this to you to, and very grateful. Thank you. I suggest we go get some lunch and then pick up something for dinner. He seemed thrilled with the idea and he stopped crying. We were walking out of the building and he turned to me and said. I need a miracle before Monday there is nothing at school that is going to change this. I ask What about other friends that he knows from school and he seems to think the fact he is gay will always be an issue.
Lunch was fun I am pretty sure the waiter was gay and very jealous thinking we were a couple. Finally we were getting ready to leave he pulls me a side and he says...
Let me guess a throw away and you snatched him up? How long have you two been together?
I asked "throw away" I don't understand?
He replies When the parents don't want them because they are gay. They throw them away and one of us has to raise them up for them. I was like oh. I paid the bill and caught up to James outside. We walked the two blocks down to Smith's Foods and get two Salmon Filets asparagus and a salad. Headed back to my apartment building at five or six different shops older men would give Jimmy a high five, fist bump or a hug. I asked how do you know him his would say it gave him a blow job once or once a week. James says they are nice to him because they all know they will want another one at some point. Three out of the five were married with families.
I admitted to James I was confused as to why guys cheat. His answer was simple. The more you get it the more you want it. Then he says I have been without it too long, and don't realize what I a missing. We were in the elevator when I remembered Vicky a girl in college we screwed every Friday for a month and that was the most sex I have had back to back. Four Fridays in a row was a sad record, and I wondered what was normal, and google seemed to suggest that. Every three to four days is normal and it's been nine months since my last time with another person.
It was too early for dinner I suggest a run in the park, and I do pull ups and crunches on the the pull up bars. He said, he would give it a shot and that I had really nice arms. Asked if I belonged to a gym and when I said no I working out in the morning at home before I shower. We take off to the park with a slight steady jog, there's not a lot of traffic or people yet. We take a trail that takes to the playground where the pull up bars are. The kid has a six pack and can do some crunches.
We head back towards the apartment as I dodge some idiot on a bike I take a spill. It was a moderate sprain where the ligament is torn but not completely. Symptoms include swelling over the injury and pain when moving. It had started to swell and and I was having issues putting pressure on it. I am laying in a bunch of bushes in a ravine off the jogging trail. James asks for a dollar saying I will get some help. He comes back five mins later with a plastic grocery bag full of ice. Oh my god did that feel better. I explained we wait twenty minutes and I should be able to make it home. I am laying on my back at a forty-five degree angle on the side hill. Above my head and jogging trail, and another twenty feet from my feet a bike path.
Eyes closed as I work through the pain, I was unaware that my junk was slightly exposed, and James picked it up and put it in his mouth. I sit up on my elbows in disbelief and start to pull him away. He throws his leg over so he is sitting on my chest butt in my face and deep throws my penis. I push on my ankle as if to stand and can't. I am begging him James please don't. Then I just gave up, it felt too good and I let hm continue to the point I got off and he swallowed every drop.
James flips himself around proud of his accomplishment asking did that take your mind off the pain?
I said. Yes and thanks. Slightly embarrassed. That was wonderful I understand why married men let you do that to them. He explains he gave his first blow job at thirteen but he did not bottom until he was fifteen. He only does that with boyfriends. The swelling had gone down and with my arm on his shoulder we walked back to the apartment. Something had changed I did not see him as some little kid anymore. He was the gay guy that just got me off and I was stuck with for another thirty-six hours.
By the time we got home it was time to put some ice on it again the swelling had come back. I strip down to just shorts and have my leg propped up with ice on it. James puts the groceries away with some instructions before plopping himself on the couch a little too close. I bring up the subject of no more gay stuff.
James - You loved it and you just can't wrap your mind around the fact you liked it from a guy.
Me - Everyone loves a good blow jobs, even a bad blow job is better than no blow job. However, I am not gay, into guys, or gay boys that give blow jobs.
I cook dinner standing on one foot. We talked mostly about me going to school and working as an EMT. He said it was the best homecooked meal he ever had and then offered to do the dishes while I put more ice on my ankle. He goes the the restroom and comes out totally naked and asks me if it is okay to take a shower. To which I say yes sure help yourself. I'm thinking I could sit on a kitchen chair and take one myself when he gets out. James got the chair in the shower for me I get naked an hop over to the chair with his assistance. The water felt good and the chair worked for the most part. James never got dress and was running around naked. He did help me from the shower to the bed. My sprang was doing better but I needed to stay off of it for another twenty-four hours.
I had all intention that James would be sleeping on the couch. He seem to think my couch sucked for sleeping and said he would just wait until I feel asleep and crawl in bed with me anyway. I made him put on underwear, gave him a line down the middle and told him not to cross it. It was about four in the morning was I had my arms wrapped around him, and we were spooning. Not sure what happened to the underwear I wore to bed but I was naked with a boner position between two butt cheeks when he starts rubbing his ass up and down my penis. I growled in sexual frustration, I so needed to get laid. I push back against his grinding and mumble stop it James.
James whispers back. You need this more that I do and slips my dick in his butt like a hand in a glove. I melt we were doing this. It was no longer a choice my dick said so and it was a done deal. I would like to say I made love with the kid, but that was not this. We fucked, he loved it and so did I. Despite falling back to sleep and waking up at eight am. With him buried under me I wake him up kissing him on his mouth. He was rather surprised.
With the cutest smile he says. I guess gay sex isn't so bad after all. I suggest we do it again just to make sure. He says eye contact this time. With him folded in half and legs over my shoulders we make love this time and watch the others reaction, and respond. He push buttons I did not know I had. While I found a few of his buttons to push. In the back of my head I am thinking I could be gay, I could fall this guy, I could be happy with him the rest of my life. I was high. I was falling in love with a seventeen year old high school boy and thinking about could I really keep him? How would this work?
We finally shower together so I don't have to put so much weight on my foot. I have issues not kissing him. I ask if he likes the dinner across the street, and he says yes so we go there for breakfast. They knew us both but not together. I was the EMT guy and he was the gay kid and this morning a couple. The waitress told James to stop turning her future husbands gay before she has had a chance to marry them. That's when James asked popped the question.
James - Will you marry me so I don't have to go into foster care and we can just keep doing this?
Me - What do you mean by this?
James - Making each other happy, taking care of each other, you know love each other.
Me - Do you love me?
James - God I loved what we did this morning. That's how people that love each other have sex. Last night we fucked and that was awesome. But you don't fuck like we did this morning without having feelings towards that person.
Me- I admit I love what has happened between us and very much to my surprise I have no problem being gay with you. I'm just not sure how this works. What are your plans after high school.
James - I need cheap so I am going to community for two years, then transferring to somewhere. I want to be a digital artist. It's all worked out with my counselor, I am one of the top twenty students at my school I don't want tons of student loans.
I explain that is why becoming a nurse is taking so long because I can only afford a few classes at a time. I don't want to get burned out as a nurse paying off student loans either. Not sure why but I asked who's your counselor. Mrs. Jean Ward she has been there for ever. I said tell her I said hi. See if she remembers me. That was weird. We walk to the end of the block to use the crosswalk. My arm around his shoulder pulling him close. I see our reflection in the glass and I get a glimpse of happiness. I'm not gay I tell myself, I am just in love.
Through the crosswalk Liguori store on the corner and a former Blow Job reception acknowledges us both smiling. James says He's Jack my new boyfriend. Which I found out later was code for fucking me. James has made it clear he only does that with boyfriends. The guy calls him over they talk shake hands he looks my direction and yells congratulations. He's a great guy pointing to James. James he skips back over. Who skips?
Placing my arm back around his shoulder, he unclenches his fist. The liquor store guy had slipped him a joint telling him to get me high and blow my mind. I have not been high since becoming an EMT but the visual was very gay and kind of hot.
We get back up stairs and he wants to get high and naked so I took three hits and quit. It had been way too long and it was really good pot. James seem to think so too. We started making out he goes down on me I was getting so turned. Then he sets it up so that I could well fuck his throat, white it felt great in slow motion. The visual of seeing it pass his Adams apple made me swallow hard. Not sure why I felt the need to try and sallow his in return. He flips out a little bit not expecting that to happen. Then I remember eating ass was a big thing so I tried doing that. Bingo. That was a big hit, and had him leaking sticky stuff. Finally he said Jack Stop. I froze in place... I need you to fuck me now, so we did.
Right at the point of climax James says. I love you Jack. I love you so much. Then massive explosions, not necessary in this order. My brain, our dicks, my heart, my mouth.
I love you too James.
At some point he gets up and runs to the bathroom. I might have been a little high still. I text his social worker Melody.
Jack - Since his parents are throwing him away any chance I can keep him, until he wants to leave?
She calls me back within seconds.
Melody - Yes, he becomes his own guardian, you point of contact for school and his official address. He will qualify for some assistance. What is going on?
Jack - So staying up stairs did not work out, stay with me did and we would both like to keep it this way if we can.
Melody - Is he there can I here it from him?
Jack - James, Melody is on the phone get your butt in here.
James - Hello I am on speaker can you here me?
Melody - Jack says you to want to be roommates is that true?
James - Yes... starting to cry.
Melody - Meet at the office first thing Monday and we will get everything changed.
James - Okay I will be there.
Melody - Bye you guys, thanks for making my job easy.
The two young men laying in bed hug saying love you over and over.
One Bedroom Throw Away - Story Time Blog
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