Greg
By Michael
Part Two, The Journey
Chapter 7
"Mmmm!"
"So what do you think of good ole Cajun cooking?"
"Not bad, but spicy as hell; how do you people stand this food?"
"Simple, we're born with cast iron stomachs," kids Jason.
Both boys laugh at the ridiculous remark. Jason looks at the youthful innocence in the eyes of the man that sits across from him. He smiles weakly as the buried emotions in him make a plea to let him feel the touch of another again. He pushes them away as his mind reminds him of what happened last time he let them run free.
"Hey Jason, you okay, man? You look like someone just killed your best friend."
Jason looks up at the remark, a little watery eyed, but fights back the pain. He flashes a weak smile at Greg.
"Yeah something like that... Anyway we had better get back to the bus station. We don't want to be left here in this hell hole."
Greg smiles back noticing the quick change in subject. He makes a note to never bring up the subject of friends to Jason again. The boys quickly pay for their meals and head back down the busy streets of downtown Shreveport. They see their new bus pulling into the station just as they arrive. Both boys make small talk while they wait for their new bus to get ready. After about a five-minute wait the announcement for their bus is made. Both boys pick up their backpacks and head to the poor excuse for a gate, and pick seats next to each other as their new friendship buds.
Greg and Jason talk for hours on end, neither getting tired of sharing stories as if they had been friends for the longest time, but both being careful to leave out their dark past. Jason finally decides to switch into a low gear; he tells his newfound friend that sleep is taking him over. Jason turns a little to his side and starts to doze off. Greg takes his cue from his friend and decides that sleeping isn't that bad an idea.
"How does that feel love? Do you want me start sucking?"
"Oh God that feels so good, baby. Yeah, suck my cock."
Jason purrs as feels the warm wet lips of his lover slowly engulf his cock. He can feel the hot breath coming from his man's nose against the base of his cock. Jason tilts his head back as those magical lips move their way down to his balls and start to suck at the skin. He gasps as he can feel one of his balls being engulfed, and teased by a tongue. Slowly the nut is released and his other given equal treatment. Jason starts to beg for his cock to be sucked. He can hear a sweet familiar laughter.
"In time love, in time."
Jason wiggles as the mixture of hot breath and wet kiss make their way delicately up his naked hard body to his heaving chest. The heat from the blazing tongue flicks at his hard nipples sending shock waves of pleasure to his cock and then back up to his brain. He can feel hands stroke his soft brown hair. Yet something suddenly changes. The picture in his mind somehow shifts; he can feel something happening. His mind asks, 'are those tears landing on me?' He hears a 'yes' as if someone is listening in on his mind. He then feels a light kiss on his lips.
"Please love, give me up."
"Kelly? NO! Don't leave me ... no not again!"
Jason wakes up with a jolt. He looks around. He sighs in relief as he sees that almost all the bus is asleep. Then the tears start to roll down his cheeks. He hadn't had dreams of Kelly in a year. Why now, why when his life finally looks better? He takes a deep breath, and then he hears it. At first a small whimper; he brushes it off as a bus noise. But then he hears it again, his ears strain to hear it. He gets up from his aisle seat and sleeping friend's side. He makes his way to the front of the bus.
Halfway there he sees him, the boy that looks to be about 12 going 8. The boy looks up to him wiping his eyes.
"Hey little man, you need a friend?'
The boy smiles back, 'no one ever called me a man before,' he thinks to himself. The boy smiles at Jason.
Jason smiles back and kneel down in the aisle to get on the boys eye level. He holds out a hand.
"My name is Jason."
The boy smiles and takes the man's strong hand.
"I'm Jacob."
"Well Mr. Jacob, my friend back there snores real loud, you care if I sit here?"
Jacob smiles and shrugs, he notices he doesn't hear any snoring.
"Sure. I guess..."
Jason scoots in and takes the aisle seat. He notices the boy's eyes never leave him. They watch him like a prey would watch as the hunter stalks them. Jason sighs a little. He already knows this boy's story. It's written in his eyes. He can see the pain this boy has gone through. Jason would bet his last dollar that this boy has a couple of bruises, and has already lost his virginity. Jason thinks to himself ... 'He's why I'm going there. I deserved my pain; he doesn't. Little kids like these don't deserve the abuse they get.'
"Mr. Jason, what's wrong? Why are you crying? Did your dad send you to your mom too?"
"No Jacob, he didn't."
"Then why are you crying. Did I do something?"
Jason just sighs. He wishes he could give the boy back his stolen youth. The only thing that comes to him is to hug the boy. Jacob tenses as he sees the man's arms move the instinctive reaction of this type of kid. But something else happens. The man wraps his arm around him. Not to hurt him, but to do something that no one else ever did to him. Jacob gets confused; he doesn't know how to react. All he can do is cry and hold on tight to the man holding him.
Greg wakes and notices the seat next to him is empty. He raises an eyebrow, but figures whatever floats the dude's boat. He shrugs and looks out the window as they pass by some small unknown Texas town. He turns back to the empty seat and notices that Jason left his bag; he thinks to himself guy must have gone to the bathroom. He starts to fidget in his seat; he wishes he'd brought a book or something to read. He sighs as the hours drag on. He notices that Jason still hasn't returned. Finally around lunch the bus pulls into a rest stop. He looks up toward all the people hurrying to get off the bus. As the last few people get off he notices Jason sitting in a seat with someone. Greg gets up to do a little investigating. As he walks closer he can see that the other person is a young boy cuddled up in his arms. He smiles, but kinda frowns. 'Shit, is this country starting to get over run with gay men, or is it just me,' he thinks to himself. He nudges Jason a little and smiles wickedly at him as Jason wakes groggily.
"Hey man, you know they have hotels for this kinda thing?"
"What... huh? Oh... eh this isn't what you think Greg. I mean... he needed... a..."
"Hey Jason, relax man. It's cool what you do with a guy is fine by me."
"But it's not like that, Jacob just needed a friend, and I have a big heart. That's one of the reasons why I'm going to California."
"Yeah sure, I believe you *snicker* Sure it isn't to get your cock in some sweet little boy's bum?"
Jason's eye flash anger quickly at the last vulgar remark. He's about to say something when he notices the young boy is starting to stir in his arms. He looks down at the innocent face that looks up at him. He can't help but smile at him, and quickly loses interest in his anger with Greg.
"Morning Mr. Jacob."
Jacob looks up at the man who is holding him. He feels a sense of security, but a little awkward having a man hold him like this. He gently, but quickly, eases himself from the embrace before saying anything.
"Morning Jason"
Greg notices the two boys start to go off in their own little word of talking; he starts to feel like a third wheel and heads for the door exit. As he steps off the bus the heat hits him like a bulldozer. He quickly makes his way to the air-conditioned lobby of the bus station. Once inside he finds himself a seat in the coffee shop. He grabs the town's local paper and starts to read, not really paying attention to anything at all.
"Hey you loser, you couldn't wait for us?"
Greg looks up at the voice, and sees Jason walking to the table with the young boy closely in tow.
"Well Jason, I see you and your friend finely arrived; took you two long enough."
"Yeah, but first we need to talk."
Chapter 8
* RING *
"Hello?"
"Uh... hi, this is Jason Parson, I'm the new case worker that was hired."
"Oh Jason! Hi, how you doing? This is Justin, what's up man?"
"Well I kinda found someone that may need our help. He looks like he hasn't had a meal in a while, and I think he may have been abused some. It seems like he has had a hard time and just needs a chance."
"It does sound rough. Did you explain to him that the ranch was strictly volunteer?"
"Yeah I did. From what he's told me so far he was supposed to meet his mom at this bus stop, but she hasn't showed up yet. I tried to contact his father, but the guy just gave me shit. But here is the problem. If I cash in my bus ticket and buy us two; it would only get us half way there. I hate to ask you this; considering I haven't started working for you yet..."
"Hey man don't sweat it. First off, if you have forgotten, I explained to you that the reason I started this place was so kids could have the chance I was given; secondly, by doing this one thing now you have already started working for me. I could tell from the first phone interview you were a caring man, and third; money is not a problem when it comes to helping a kid in need. Just give me an hour; will it cause you to miss your bus?"
"Yeah, it will."
"Okay, tell you what. Give me the number to the pay phone where you are, and I'll call you. Don't worry about missing the bus; I'll take of it."
"Okay, thanks again Justin; I really appreciate this."
"Hey, don't worry about it! You're just doing what I pay you for!"
The boys finish their good byes. Jason hangs up the phone, and feels that warm swelling feeling in his chest that you get after helping someone. He turns and looks at the young boy siting there, almost shaking like a leaf, as people pass him by. He thinks to himself, 'how can a boy on the verge of physically becoming a man, be so scared that it would make him crawl back into the world of a young child?' It brings a slight tear to his eyes. He fights the pain back as the boy looks his way; he smiles as he starts to walk over to boy.
"Hey Jacob, I have some good news; you're gonna stay with me at that ranch a for little while. My boss said it was okay to bring you along. He's getting you a new ticket too so we go up there together."
Jacob smiles at the man sitting next to him. He wonders why he's being so nice. He thinks, 'no one has ever treated me this way'.
"Thank you sir... I mean Jason."
Jason smiles at the boy, and tousles his hair. He notices the boy's slight flinch as he raised his hand. He makes a mental note of this, another tragic sign of physical abuse. Just as he's about to bring up a nice neutral subject the pay phone rings. Jason leaps up to answer it; not realizing his sudden movement makes Jacob jump out of his skin.
"Hello, this is Jason!"
"Hey Jason, this Justin. We have a problem. Something about wiring money to the closest town - it's a two hour drive away."
Both guys mumble 'shit' in unison.
"I'm sorry man, maybe..."
"Hey, wait a second I have idea."
Jason starts to explain to Justin about this guy that he's been traveling with and how he's heading to California too. He tells Justin that the guy had a good deal of cash on him, and maybe he could help. Both agree it's worth a shot. Justin also tells him that he can even offer a plane ticket from the town near the ranch back to San Francisco. Jason agrees and promises to give it his best. They hang up again, and Jason heads back to Jacob.
"Well, we may have some problems; we have to go talk to Greg."
Jason holds out his hand hoping the boy will make an attempt to trust him: he sighs when he sees the boy just staring at the hand. He decides to play off this awkward moment as if it never happened, knowing that it will take a long time for him to trust anyone. He starts to walk towards the coffee shop where he spots Greg with Jacob quickly following behind.
"So let me get this straight? You want me to give you money so you two can go to some stinking ranch in the middle of fucking nowhere? Plus I will have to go too just so I can get my cash back?"
"Yeah, but my boss has promised that he will fly you back to San Francisco. It's just cause the nearest place to wire money is two hours away. Please, can you help us?"
Greg starts to ponder. Isn't this the same shit that happened in New York? He sighs, 'how do I get caught up in shit like this?' He looks at Jason and sees those pleading eyes, and then at the little boy. Seeing the boy looking down at the ground reminds him of the boy he knew sitting in a tub a few weeks ago. He sighs; even he can't let that happen to someone else.
"Look, I'll do this, but if I have to stay in freaking nature land more than 24 hours, I'll climb a tower with a rifle, and blame both of you when they arrest me."
Jason chuckles slightly at the remark, but makes a mental note of how uncomfortable Greg became at certain parts of his joking. He starts to wonder exactly why Greg is going to California. He makes a decision to tell Greg to lay off of the remarks in front of Jacob.
Greg fishes out a wad of cash as they head to ticket counter. He makes the necessary arrangement for a ticket for Jacob. All three boys head back to the Coffee shop. Greg starts to get himself a meal. Jason fishes in his pocket, and gets out enough money to buy a lunch for him and Jacob.
"So Jacob, what would you like to eat?"
Jason sits there and patiently waits. Jacob is about to speak, but suddenly Greg makes another one of his remarks.
"Hey kid, look, the guy is offering you free food; he doesn't want to fuck you or anything, he just wants to help."
Jacob quickly looks wide eyed to Greg in fear, and then turns toward Jason. His instincts over ride his fear, and he runs towards Jason with tears. Jason grabs the young 12-year-old in his arms. Meanwhile the rage inside him burns with every minute. He turns and flashes a look of pure hate at Greg.
Greg looks at Jason. Half in a 'I'm sorry' look, and half in a look of someone ready to fight at all cost. Greg quietly takes his change back and heads to a table by himself. He slowly undoes the wrapper.
Jason continues to soothe the young boy crying in his arms. He can't help but care for this boy. The pain the boy feels reminds him of the hell that once ruled his own life. Yet in the mist of this young boy's silent cry for help his mind tells him another begs for help too. He lets his eye move away from the trembling boy in his arms to the young man a few feet away looking off into space. He wonders what demons have captured Greg and refuse to let go of him.
"OOO God that feels so good. Yeah harder!"
"Ugh... I'm gonna cum, Love."
Jason quickly shoves his pulsing cock once more into Marcus's waiting ass. Marcus tilts his back with a moan as the thrust scrapes across his prostate sending ripples of pleasure from one head to the other. Jason lets out a gasp as the first shot of his cum escapes into Marcus's love chute. Marcus wiggles his buttocks milking his lover's cock for more. After a few minutes Marcus can feel his lover's cock go soft inside him.
Jason rests a little than turns Marcus over onto his back. He smiles at the man lying below him; he wonders how someone could love him so much with all his imperfections. Jason just sighs and considers himself a very lucky man. He bends down and slowly kisses Marcus's soft lips. He can hear a muffled moan escape into his mouth. He lets his lips slowly move down towards Marcus's neck; the gentle sucking and nibbling sends shivers of pleasure through the man's body. His cock twitches in the air slightly.
Jason continues to move down Marcus's body; he briefly stops at Marcus's pronounced Adam's apple. Marcus lets out a groan that vibrates through his throat into Jason's mouth. Jason then slowly moves further south; he gently flicks at one of Marcus's hard nipples causing the man to squirm. Then with a sudden force he dives onto the nipple sucking on it with immense power. Marcus gasps softly, but quickly grabs hold of the back of Jason's head. He continues to push Jason deeper into his hard chest.
With a sudden rush of energy Marcus turns himself and Jason over. Jason looks at his lover's eyes and can see a mixture of love, passion, and lust burning in them. Knowing that he could cause such powerful feelings in an another make him grow hard, but he doesn't have to think about these things. Marcus starts to press a well-oiled finger into his waiting hole; it causes a ripple of pleasure to shoot towards his hardening cock.
The hunger in Marcus drives him down to Jason's lips; he presses his tongue into the man's mouth exploring every inch of the oh-so-familiar mouth. He takes hold of Jason's long hairy legs and with strength fueled by the moment throws them over his lean shoulders. This causes Jason's hole to become an easy target. Marcus looks down on his conquest with a sinister smile. Without warning he thrusts his raging hardon at Jason's asshole. Both men gasp in unison.
Jason lurches upwards from the initial shock, but quickly calms down. He begins to match Marcus's rough rhythm with his own. Jason reaches out and wraps his hands around the tight buns that are pumping a hard tool into him. He can feel the rhythmic contracting and relaxing of the hard muscles encased in a blanket of hot skin and soft downy hair. He lets his hand trace over to his lover's dimples; he then grabs on tighter as he can feel Marcus's tempo increase and get harder. Jason's legs suddenly lock harder around Marcus. His head tilts back causing his whole body to arch pushing both him and Marcus upwards.
Marcus's smiles as he see what his action is doing to Jason. He looks down at Jason's untouched cock and watches as it quickly expands then starts to explode for the second time that night. Seeing the thick white ropes of cum fly up and past both of them, and the quick tightening of Jason's ass around his cock sends Marcus over the edge. He drives his cock in one last time, and then shoots his load deep into his lover's body. Marcus collapses onto the sweaty body below him. Jason wraps his arms around the man that holds his heart, and drifts off to sleep with him.
*BEEP BEEP BEEP*
"Ahhhh" Jason yawns and tries to stretch. He sighs and reaches over to turn the alarm off, knowing that Marcus will not wake up from the noise. He gets a wicked grin on his face, and slowly his hand creeps down to Marcus's side.
"You try and tickle me, and next time instead of it being my dick in your ass it'll be a fucking ice cube," Marcus says as he quickly moves; not realizing that he collapsed onto Jason the night before with a layer of wet cum between them. Both boys holler as they get an unwanted body shave, the hard way.
After a hard laugh they both get ready for the start of this semester's classes.
"So after our philosophy class, you wanna run by your parents house to see if they have an update on Greg?"
Jason looks up from brushing his teeth and just nods. Marcus can still see the hurt in his eyes; he walks over to his husband and wraps his arms around him. He whispers.
"I know it hurts, love, but they will find him. Your brother is a smart kid; he's going through a big adjustment in his life. One adjustment that we all have gotta go through it's just he's not taking it as well as most do. I don't know why he isn't, but he is a resourceful young man."
Jason sighs and starts to speak in a weak voice.
"It's my fault you know. If I hadn't asked mom and dad to keep us a secret from the family till we were ready... He would already know it was okay if he were gay. He wouldn't have run away, and he wouldn't have tried to..."
Jason chokes on the last word, the vision of seeing his little brother in the hospital bed with all the needles in him and bandages on his wrist rips through his mind.
Jason and Marcus both try to sneak into the first class, being 10 minutes late weren't what they had planned for the first day.
"Glad to see you both could join us today, gentlemen. Since you both seem to feel that missing the first 10 minutes of my class will not affect your learning ability maybe you two can tell me what is the reason why the folk sayings from America's past are still valued today?"
Marcus takes a big breath and lets loose a quickly thought up answer to the question that obviously pleases the hard-nosed professor.
"Very good, and for you, sir?"
Jason raise a brow towards Marcus wondering where the hell that bullshit came from. He then decides to speak.
"Well for the simple fact that this country is a fucking ass backwards, Puritan valued, Victorian Era, Right wing crazy, tradition family value loving, group of idiots that can't leave people's private lives alone."
Jason smiles as he sees his statement had the desired effect on the class. Everyone except for Marcus jaw is hanging; Marcus on the other hand is burying his head in hands half in embarrassment and half in trying not to laugh.
"Eh.. Professor at this time I would like to make it known that this guy standing next to me is in no way a friend of mine. In fact I just met him five seconds before I came into this class."
"Well that's too bad; because granted he expressed his views in a colorful manner, but he is in my opinion absolutely right. Mr.... I'm sorry son what is your last name?"
"Jefferson, sir"
"Ah, yes Mr. Jefferson. Exactly what can you provide us with to back up your colorful disagreement with your friend here."
"Well, it's simple really. I mean look at all the old sayings. For each one there is a well-known contradiction to it. For instance 'Don't judge a book by its cover,' but 'The clothes make the man'. I mean what idiot in his right mind would listen to something that was said hundreds of years ago by someone that thought he was better than others?"
Marcus suddenly smiles his classic "I'm about to burst your bubble" look at Jason. Which quickly makes Jason uncomfortable, and makes him wonder where exactly he left himself open!
"So Mr. Jefferson, does that mean this class should follow your example and march out of here right now; then head to Washington DC and burn the Constitution of the United States of America? I mean, was it not an old saying written by someone who thought he was better than a King was? Or while there, burn the Bible, the Koran, and the Khaballa?"
The professor suddenly smiles and thinks to himself; 'I finally have the dream philosophy class I've always wanted.' Both boys spend the rest of the class gathering allies in their debate. Both guys knowing not only did they save their asses for being late, but also quickly became star pupils for the hardest professor on campus. After class Jason and Marcus hung around to listen to the professors praise. They then walked out the campus lawn where they bumped into Professor Owers. He quickly smiled at the two guys.
"Hi Professor Owers."
"Hello Jason, Marcus. How are things with your family? Any more news?"
"No sir, other than what you gave us, and thank you again. At least we know he is alive!"
Marcus stays in the background quietly as a thought slowly develops in his mind. He suddenly perks up, and starts to speak.
"Hey, you remember that guy they just arrested a few days ago in New York City?"
Both men nod then as if reading Marcus's mind. The professor realizes what he is getting at.
"You're right, that is the same guy they arrested."
Jason looks at both of them confused.
"Who is the same guy? What guy arrested?"
"Love, remember the Internet pictures of Greg?
"Yes..."
"Remember me pointing out that guy in the paper that got arrested for Kiddy porn? He's the same guy in the pictures with Greg"
Jason's eyes widen with the knowledge as it sinks in.
"If he knew Greg then maybe he knows where Greg is. Shit, we have to get home quickly. Thanks again for your help, Professor Owers."
Jason hugs the man tightly after saying this. He grabs Marcus by the hand practically dragging him to their car. Marcus decides to grab the keys, before Jason ends up getting them killed. As Jason gets in the passenger seat his mind is racing with hope.
Greg sighs as he looks at the sandwich then back to Jason and Jacob. 'How can I be so stupid; he thinks to himself. I didn't mean this to happen; I'm such a fuck up.' He gets up and walks over to the others. He looks down at them, and in a soft and fragile voice whispers
"I'm sorry... I... I didn't mean it to sound like that."
Jason looks up and sees the tears forming in Greg's eyes. He smiles softly.
"It's okay, I forgive you. We all have problems, but it's not me that does the forgiving."
He looks down to Jacob, who wipes his tear-swollen eyes. Jacob looks up at Jason then at Greg. He stares at him for a while not moving.
Greg can feel the kids eyes look directly at his soul; he knows this kid can see the pain in him. Jacob sighs a little and then walks over to Greg slowly and cautiously. He grabs hold of Greg's wrist and pulls the sleeves up on the long sleeve sweatshirt to reveal the scars. He looks at them, then up into the trembling eyes of Greg. He lets go of them then nods. Greg crunches down a little and holds out his arms to hug Jacob. Jacob quickly backs up. He looks at Greg, and Greg nods to him.
"I understand."
After saying this he stands back up pushes the sleeves down, and looks at the slightly shocked Jason.
"Well now you know my little secret. Yeah, I tried to kill myself."
"Looks that way, and from those scars it wasn't that long ago. You wanna talk about it?"
Greg says "No!" in a quick cold voice.
After another awkward moment of silence all three head for the gate of the bus to take them to the next stop on their trip.
'Oh how cute, a fucking Hallmark moment here in the middle of a bus station. God, will someone fucking just shoot these three losers,' thinks Michael to himself as he drinks his coffee. He watches the three boys a few yards away.
Michael continues to watch the three sizing them up especially the one that kept flashing the large wad of cash. He smiles to himself as he notices them getting on the same bus as he is. He thinks to himself 'All right, steak dinner and a hooker tomorrow night, my boy!'
To be continued...