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Subject: Heres looking at you kid, chapter 2 HOLA PEEPS!! THANKS A BUNCH for sending me such great feedback on the first chapter. It was really appreciated and it makes a writer wanna DASH to his laptop and write even more LOL A big shoutout to Baba, Andy, Doug, asdfghjklion, Sipho, AGalaxyWith, Max, Gunter, Rock, Alberto, James, Will, AgePlayPenPal, Mitch, njdaddybehr, Edward, Mr Mike, John, Robert, James, Tony, H and Curtis for taking the time to gimme some much loved feedback xx I have joined Twitter also, so if you wanna follow me, feel free 😊 @whiteryan30 Stay safe, everyone. Ryan HERE’s LOOKING AT YOU, KID CHAPTER TWO “AAAAAHHHHH! Like a robot being on turbo charge, I fled out of bed with my eyes wide open and my concentration on red alert, one hand securely placed around my service pistol, ready to strike. I scoured the room where I was for anything wrong, but then my better instincts seemed to completely kick in. And it was then that I remembered… I wasn’t alone inside my house. I plucked open my bedroom door and sped down the small corridor to where my teenage houseguest was supposedly sleeping, and where that horrible screaming was coming from. He was doing anything thing apart from that, at this moment and time. He was sitting in the upright position, clutching the soaked wet duvet towards his already skinny ass body and crying and shaking as if the world’s most notorious monsters were after him. At first, I wasn’t sure what to do, exactly, I mean, I couldn’t just invade on his privacy, he was a fourteen-year-old kid after all, but I couldn’t just stand here in the doorway watching him suffer in pain and being in agony either. God, that had to be one nasty ass nightmare he was having. Slowly, I walked towards him as his breathing seemed to calm down. His eyes flickered hastily over the room and then they must have laid their markers on myself, because they suddenly widened beyond belief. “GET AWAY FROM ME!” Kid shouted and completely pulled the duvet over his entire face as to try and not see me before him, but God knows, the poor fellow must have totally forgotten about his broken arm…and therefore the moment he did that pulling movement on the duvet all FUCKING HELL broke loose. I was genuinely afraid people might think I was physically hurting him, especially when you lived in a security complex where the apartments were built so damn close to each other. Sometimes I swear if I dared fart, the neighbours would know about it. “KID! LOOK AT ME! LOOK AT ME!” Can’t keep calling the boy “Kid” for much longer…it crossed through my mind as I gently held up both of my hands in the surrendering position. His eyes immediately narrowed and his lips were dry as hell as he clenched his teeth and finally, at last, it was like a black curtain of uncertainty was suddenly withdrawn from his brain. Recognition towards me, shone through his eyes as the stopped flickering and he coughed twice, his eyes never leaving mine. Jesus. Please God, I knew I didn’t ever pray much in my life but it would mean the WORLD to me if my cock didn’t get hard as nails right now…man, once more I was stunned at the beauty of this homeless street boy, I had taken under my wing last night. Images of him fiercely and urgently knocking at my door, only a few weeks after he and his buddy Zero, had broken in here to begin with, and begging for my help when he had so obviously been viciously attacked and assaulted. His eye looked a bit better this morning, from when he had first gotten here but that arm was going to take some time. And patience. Two things a kid his age didn’t always have going for them. “You remember what happened last night? You remember that you’re in my home? You even remember who I am?” I asked gently, not wanting to scare him or even at the least, embarrass him. The kid already had a pride within him that was far greater than some of the filth I was forced to work in in the police force. Kid nodded slowly, swallowing slowly, once more his Adams apple bobbing up and down as he did so, did cartwheels on my emotions and especially my heart, and there wasn’t a thing I could do to stop it. I had been attracted to boys his age, that desperately vulnerable teenage age, for as long as I can remember. And somewhere along the line where the sexual attraction SHOULD have shifted from high school boys to young adults and finally pure adults themselves, it simply had stayed where it was. Tried as hard as I might have, things just wouldn’t change. And now, as the fates would have it, I had an injured homeless fourteen-year-old boy inside my guest room, inside my guest bed, one that was so painfully handsome that my balls literally ached. “Hey Kid, snap out of it. You remember what happened or not?” Kid blinked his eyes one more time, and then slowly decided to lay back against the pillows and one could see, that he was careful not to hurt his arm, as he held it protectively against his chest. “Yeah, I remember…” came the whisper. And then, out of now where, he sat straight back at upwards, with daggers for eyes looking into mine, his full teenage street bravado back like to had never left. “Wait a fucking minute, were you spying on me? Why are you in here? Were you checking me out? Why you in here?” he asked, or more like, demanded, all in one fluent breath. His chest was heaving slightly and even in the dim light of the early morning I could see that both his hands were suddenly cradled into fists. “Slow down, Tiger! I didn’t do anything of the sort! You were screaming your damn head off and I came to check if you’re okay, that’s all! By the looks of things, I shouldn’t have bothered.” Terrified that my secret was revealed, I was about to turn around and leave him to himself, I mean, who the fuck did he think he was, telling me, and accusing me of watching him, even if I technically was attracted to him, but he had no fucking way of actually knowing that…when I heard his voice…a mere whispering across his lips… “I’m sorry.” I stood still, statuesque. “I said, I’m sorry.” I smiled slightly and turned around to face him, and by that time the smile was gone and my stone-cold exterior was back. I didn’t want him to know what a fucking softy I truly was. “You sure you’re okay? Anything I can get you? Some water perhaps?” Kid shook his head before cuddling his body into the fetal position. “No thanks. I’m okay…” he whispered before he was, somehow, in dreamland once more. ** Hours later, I smiled when I saw him descending from upstairs. I knew it. There was no way any normal healthy teenage boy could withstand the smell of bacon and eggs in the morning. I didn’t know if he drank coffee yet, as I was still unsure of his age, so I had orange juice freshly squeezed and ready to go, just in case. “Morning, Kid! Sleep well?” I taunted him smilingly and he damn well flipped me the middle finger in response. “Yeah, I guess so, before some freakshow stormed into my room and woke me up,” he taunted back. Touché! Well done, son. I finished spreading butter on his toast before putting diyarbakır escort the overloaded full plate of food in front of him. I fucking swear I hadn’t turned my back for five seconds or he was already half through devouring the whole entire breakfast. Jesus Christ…my first instinct was to laugh at his teenage boyish way of doing things, but the other half of me couldn’t help but ask the daunting question…when was the last time he had a semi decent meal? What I saw right then was down right cruel, with a skinny as fuck teenager propping food inside of his mouth as if he was sheer morbid afraid that it might be taken from him if he didn’t. I sighed silently and broke open two more eggs into the frying pan before making them scrambled, as he obviously liked them. That first plate was gone and clean within about three and a half minutes, and I placed said two more eggs before him when he was done. His hair was beginning to grow out from his buzz cut and I saw enough to realize that Kid was blond. My favorite hair color and also my biggest sexual weakness…blond teenage boys. God help me. “Are you done?” I asked as sarcastically as I could, when he was done with the second batch of eggs. “You got any hashbrowns, Officer?” “Piss off, Kid,” I murmured and he laughed. He stretched his arms out and once more…that baggy shirt he was wearing lifted up along with it, only for me to see some of his navel and his V shaped figure. The kid was strong and muscled for sure, that I saw the very first night I had met him, all those weeks ago, when he had lifted up that same sweatshirt to show me that he didn’t steal anything from me. How can someone be so ripped, and muscled, but also be as skinny as a beanpole at the same time??? Alas, it was time for me to ask some difficult questions. He didn’t run all the way to my house for nothing last night, and he definitely wasn’t almost beaten to a pulp simply for being sexy as hell. Something was going on with him, had been since the very beginning, and this morning, I wanted some answers. “Okay Kid. I fed you, I gave you a warm bed to sleep in and I even let you have a shower last night and paid for that arm of yours as the clinic. I think you owe me some things in return.” Kid opened his mouth halfway, as if he was stunned or even shocked, before his eyes closed and he sighed. He half gritted his teeth before scratching his head and… just stared at me. He then stood up and walked slowly around the open plan table until he was standing before me. Accepting his fate, was what came to mind, when I stared at his sudden tired demeanor. Confused, I looked up at his face, before he gently lifted up his sweatshirt. Before I could stop him, and believe me I didn’t really want to, he was standing fucking BARE chested before me. This time I was able to get a good look at his teenage physique. Fucking hell, if he wasn’t homeless, this boy would have made an exceptional athlete! MY god! He as fit, he was strong, to hell with being the identical shape of a tree branch, but if people could only see what I saw right now… “Kid…what the hell?” “Come on, Mr Officer. You said it, I’m just following orders. What ever “things” you need, I guess I owe you. Go for it. I’m yours,” he said, licking his lips and staring deep into my eyes. If I wasn’t so confused and morally brain fucked at that point, I probably would have cum inside my boxers from just hearing him say those words. I’m sorry… but I wasn’t going to force anyone into anything, least of all sexual and I could see it inside his blue eyes. His beautiful blue eyes…he wasn’t into this at all. Jeez…was he only doing this because he thought I meant…?!? “Dude! No! That wasn’t…I meant I need answers to some questions, like what the hell happened last night and why you came knocking on my door! For gods’ sake, put that thing back on!” If he had been surprised when he thought that I wanted sex with him, then his eyes were even wider now, that I was seemingly rejecting him. His flickering eyes were back, back and forth over the front door and my face. His fingers were fidgeting, as almost like he didn’t know what to do, or what even to say. “You don’t wanna have sex with me? To repay you for all this?” he whispered, his eyes narrowing, and almost childlike. Jesus. WHY? I swallowed slowly, and knew I had to give the best acting performance of my life. This kid was anything but stupid. If he knew my secret and how badly I wanted him naked and with his cock in my mouth, craving his hot, virile teenage babymakers, then I would lose all control of the situation that I had. No…sigh…no…he cannot know how I really feel. Under no damn circumstances. Even if it WAS being offered to me on a fucking silver platter. “No…dude…no, get dressed and sit down. Come on, that’s an order!” My voice at least had the needed authority to have him listen to me. As long as he thought I was a tough as nails copper, he would respect me and listen to what I had to say, I knew it. Once he knew I was into him, he would take advantage. That’s just what street kids unfortunately do. And as much as I wanted to, I couldn’t yet fully trust him. I needed to hear his story. “That night, when you and pal Zero broke in here. You said he forced you to do it. Remember that day at the jewelry store? When Zero SHOT me? You were there too, I saw you. Did he force you into that as well?” Kid was silent, all the early morning camaraderie between us was now gone. He simply stared at the kitchen table, as if it was suddenly the best thing since sliced bread. “Look Kid…” “Adam…” “Sorry, what?” Kid looked up and licked his kips before sighed deeply. “My name isn’t “Kid”. It’s Adam.” Progress. At fucking last. “Okay then, Adam…what were you doing at the store that day? Come on Kid, if I’m gonna help you, and believe me I really want to, then I gotta know what the hell is going on.” Adam sighed again before he crossed his arms and leaned forward onto the table. “Zero is all I’ve got. He found me after…after…” I leaned forward. I could actually see the stress in his eyes as he tried to tell me what he obviously was struggling to. “Yeah?” “You’re gonna tell me to fuck off if I tell you…” he whispered and then a tear escaped his left eye. For gods’ sake…my heart wanted to melt towards him. I wanted to jump up and hold that boy in my arms and kiss it all better, making sure that he was okay and that he knew he wasn’t alone in this fucked up world…BUT I COULD NOT…how could I? How the fuck would I explain that to a fourteen-year-old kid? “Adam, tell me, have I hurt you so far? Have I done anything to make you think that I was not genuine? NO. Come on, man, tell me. I really wanna help!” I near whispered the last sentence to him and that’s when he looked at me. Our eyes connected. My brown ones with his beautiful blue’s. Holy mother of…did Adam have any idea how handsome he was? Whilst still looking into my eyes, Adam swallowed, cleared his throat and angrily wiped more tears from his cheeks düzce escort as the watery liquid continued to spill over his eyelids. “My dad…uhm…yeah, my dad found some stuff on my phone which he didn’t like, gay…gay stuff, so he told me to fuck off and never come back. And like I said, Zero, he found me a couple of nights after it happened. On the streets. I was all alone and he probably decided he wanna take care of me. And that’s what you don’t understand, Officer! YOU DON’T GET IT! I owe him! HE OWNS ME! He took care of me when I had nothing and no one!” HE stopped talking to quickly grab one of my paper towels at I stashed on the kitchen counter and he blew out his nose. His tears simply kept coming without stopping and neither did his voice. “DO you have ANY…ANY idea how it feels to have your dad tell you, that you’re a faggot and he never, ever wanna see you again? To hear him order your mom that she can’t at least say GOOD BYE to you? No, you don’t! Because you’re not gay! You even rejected me when I fucking offered myself to you. Only not everyone is like you, or is gonna BE like you! Some people want payment for doing stuff for me. And I have no fucking money either, so the only way I can pay them back is…is…” It was then that I thought…too hell with all this. There was a time in everyone’s life where you just simply didn’t care about what people thought anymore. You just DID what felt natural. I stood up and walked across to him. I took that skinny ass crying teenager in my arms and held him to my chest whilst he sobbed his eyes out. I felt the sheer horror, desperate sobs wreak his body as he shuddered and sniveled underneath my touch. After a few moments I stiffened as I felt his arms embrace the middle of my torso, from where he sat. He clang to me as if his life depended on it. “Let it out, Kid. Let it all out…” I whispered and he gently nodded. Adam cried and cried until even I thought the kid had no more to give, before I gently allowed him to withdraw from my hold. I touched his shoulder and lifted up his face so that he once more, through his tears, looked into my eyes. “Adam, you came here last night for a reason, and I’m actually so grateful for that. I really wanna help you, I’m not as heartless as you might think I am. And no, I swear, on my ranking and my life, that I don’t want anything in return from you. Okay? You understand what I’m saying?” Adam slowly shook his head, in obvious denial, and once more wiped his eyes. “Fuck that. Can’t be. Everyone wants something. Even you. You’re not fucking God.” I smiled. Living on the streets had made him tough and like me, he didn’t trust people so damn easily. I understood him, because I saw so many things of myself inside his fourteen-year-old eyes and heart. “Did Zero break your arm and gave you that black eye?” Adam shook his head furiously, and he already looked a million bucks better now that he had fully stopped crying. “Wasn’t him. He’d never ever hurt me. He just wanted me to deal drugs for him. He can’t do it himself, see? People around here know him, but they don’t know me and Zero said no one would even suspect someone who looked like me. I went all the way to his dealer last night but something was wrong with the money, I think Zero must have given me the wrong amount because the dealer got angry and he…well, you can see what the fucker did. I came here, because this was the last place any drug dealer will look for me.” Shit. He was involved with drugs. Against his will, but still. And once you’re in there, it was very hard to get out of it all, trust me I have seen this a hundred times in my line of work. “So, Zero hasn’t seen you at all since you left to deliver the package for him?” Suddenly Adam sat up and seemed as if the devil himself was after him. “SHIT! I completely forgot…he’s gonna so be so mad that I didn’t get his stuff!” Fuck that. HE was gonna be mad? After the dealer had beaten the boy, he was supposed to be looking after up so bad he needed medical attention?” “Do you know where I can find him? Only so I can tell him what happened to you and that you’re safe?” Adam seemed to think it over but then he nodded slowly. “Yeah, because he’ll be worried about me. Yeah, if you wanna do that, please…Just…just don’t go there in your copper uniform. You’ll be attacked as soon as they see you, they fucking hate the cops. He’s a good guy, really. He…he looks out for me.” The slight blush on Adam’s face when he spoke about Zero, told me that perhaps, just perhaps, he felt a little more towards his buddy that what he wanted to let on. Was that a rush of jealousness that was spreading through my veins? Nah…how could it? I’ve only known Adam like, a month. Why should I be feeling jealous? ** Following the directions that Adam gave me, I ended up at the squat, as he affectionally called it, sooner that I would have thought. The “squat” was really a run down, broken and part demolished old building that reeked of homelessness as soon as you saw it. A couple of shady characters was standing outside of said building smoking what I immediately recognized as strong variant of weed, but as I promised Adam, no one would know that I was really a police detective. Getting out of my car, I could already see the two men coming closer in sheer morbid curiously, probably not used to seeing a car like mine here every day, and I chose to stand my ground. I could murder myself for not parking somewhere away from here, but Adam was on my mind and right now I didn’t care about anything else. I was formally trained in combat and I was more than ready to fight to protect myself if the need would arise. “Look at that thing, homie! Hey brother, what kinda drugs you pushing to afford things like this?” the older of the two men asked me, blowing the weed smell straight into my face as he spoke. “Gotta be heavy duty smash cause this car is ace…” the younger one of two said. “Guys, can you tell me where I can find a man called Zero?” I asked straight to the point. The two men looked at each other meaningfully before the younger one stepped closer. “Oooooh, you’re one of them homo’s, are you?” Oh boy, here we go. I balled my fists. “Yeah, so what? I just wanna see Zero, is he around here somewhere or what? I got some important into about someone that he would wanna know of.” The older man winked at me and then he signaled for him and the younger one to leave. “Zero is inside there, first room on the left. Must be a first-time customer, would love to see your macho ass get fucked…” he smiled sneakily before ne and the younger one, took one last longing look at my BMW before walking off. I made damn sure that my car was locked and that my steering lock was secure before making my way into that dusty and disheveled building. I had my gun with me, inside my jacket pocket, just in case… As I entered the first room on the left, I saw a young man sitting inside a chair watching TV. Both of his legs were balanced on an old beer crate and he was smoking what smelled like edirne escort weed as well, whilst next to his chair was four empty beer bottles. I was amazed that this dump had any sort of electricity, but there you were. “Zero?” The young man’s neck swung around so fast; I swore he would have suffered whiplash. “Yeah? Who you?” he demanded. He looked like a fucking train wreck. Seems that who ever Adam was running away from last night, did in fact get hold of Zero because he looked even worse. “Don’t worry, I’m not here to hurt you. I just came to tell you…” “Hold on! Fucking hell! You’re…you’re that copper! The one who arrested my brother the other day! I’d damn well recognize you anywhere! What the fuck are you doing here, I ain’t do nothing!” I sighed. “Zero, aren’t you worried about where Adam is?” Immediately, Zero’s face softened and he visibly tensed up. “What the fuck did you do to him…” he whispered, dangerously and precisely. I held my hands up and stood aside. It didn’t help being incognito anymore. Zero clearly knows I’m a cop so there wasn’t any reason to hide it anymore. “That drug deal that you sent him on? Remember that, tough guy? It backfired. Badly. You didn’t give him the right amount of money, so your little dealer friend took it out on him! A fourteen-year-old boy!” Zero swallowed, slowly, very much like Adam always did when he was nervous or scared. “And? What happened to him? Is he okay? I know how those people operate, is he even fucking alive?” One thing was sure…Zero must have forced Adam into doing some things, but it was crystal clear that these two boys had a keep caring for each other. Perhaps…perhaps even more. “You can relax. That scum dealer of yours broke his arm and smashed up his eyes but he’s better now, he came to me for help last night. He’s staying at my house until his arm is healed, NO QUESTIONS ASKED…” I said in a higher tone as Zero looked like he wanted to punch my lights out. “I don’t understand, I gave him the right amount…I only wanted some Speed…” he said before he must have realized who he was talking to. “You realize that I can have the cops here within minutes, right?” I whispered. The last little bit of color that his face still had, visibly disappeared. “And?” he said, as menacingly as he could to a copper. “So, allow me to take care of him until his arm is better. Maybe I can help both of you get outta this dump once and for all.” Zero laughed, ugly and his teeth was showing. There was visible tooth decay to several of his front teeth and gums to crown everything as well. Jesus. “You wanna get me and Adam outta here? really? Dude, people have tried and failed because were both screw ups! No one cares about us, no one! Not even you and your fancy cop ass. But if that’s how you wanna play it…I can always give you and that cock of yours a decent pleasure for a couple of bucks…” I stood back and took out my gun, pointing it directly at Zero. He retreated immediately, a mixture of fear and misplaced bravado etched on his face. “I don’t want anything from you. I only came here to tell you Adam is okay, because he wanted me to. He’s safe.” I slowly dropped my aim and placed my gun back in my jacket. I stared Zero dead in his eyes. “And there’s no way he is coming back here.” ** “Officer! Officer! I need a little help here!” I quickly jumped up and ran over towards the bathroom. I gently knocked on the door. “Everything okay, Kid?” “I can’t get this fucking shirt over my head; my arm is hurting!” I have to teach this kid to stop fucking swearing…was the first thought until I entered the bathroom. Now here I was…expecting to see him at least with some sort of underwear on…but he was as naked as the day he was born. The shirt he was so desperately trying to put over his head was completely and utterly blocking his view, so that would explain why he panicked. His naked body was beautiful beyond words. Literally, there was no words. The object of my daily affection was suddenly before me, complete with a healthy set of balls and a soft four inch or so, penis hanging from his groin. HE was a big boy…that was for dam sure. If he was four inches soft, that thing could grow to seven inches hard, which just so happened to be the size of my own dick. Jesus. My mouth drooled. Fuck. I was hard as hell within seconds. I couldn’t stop myself. I had to think of my grandmother naked and wet in order not to sink to my knees and worship that fantastic teenage cock he had possessed. My dick was throbbing with sheer desire for this beautiful, sexy young boy standing here before me so much I was actually feeling faint. “Yo dude? Officer? Little help here?” Oh, right. He needed help. Quickly I gently untangled the shirt which was wrestled with his sore, injured arm and gently spread the shirt over his chest. It was one of my own from way back, it barely fit me anymore, but it looked just SNUG as a bug on Adam. “Thanks. Oh fuck, you saw me naked…” he realized and quickly grabbed a towel with his healthy hand but I stopped him. “Relax, Kid. I have one, you have one. Its hardly the discovery of the century…” I joked, hoping he would forget all of this happened. As I reentered the kitchen, I dished up some yummy chicken noodle soup for us, and after he had completed getting fully dressed, we both devoured it along with freshly baked bread as a hearty complete meal. I chucked softly as I saw his eyes flicker longingly over the still full pot of soup that was warming up on the stove, and without asking, I got him some seconds and placed it in front of him. “You sure?” he asked. “Dude, just eat it,” I said, with a slight pat on his back and when his eyes lit up at the command, so did my cock, once again. I stood aside, so that he couldn’t see my arousal, and closed my eyes, turning away from him, making it looked like I was being busy with our dessert, which was a traditional South African Malva pudding. This was getting serious. I didn’t know how it happened, or when it happened, but I didn’t think my heart could take it to have Adam go once his arm was healed. That was the promise I had made him and I couldn’t go against my word…but to send him back to…to all THAT? Look, I’m sure Zero meant well, I saw the care for Adam in his eyes but still…to exactly what would I send Adam back to? A life of crime? A life where he had to have sex with men in order for them to take care of him? What he had said to me this morning…how he had nothing to repay people apart from…that’s what he meant, wasn’t it? With sex. My god. I turned around to look at Adam, the Kid I had come to care so much about. His smile as he saw me, how he pushed his plate away and patted his full tummy and wiped his sexy mouth clean, his lust for life when ever he was excited, and the vulnerable teenage boy who broke down in my arms just a few hours ago. How can I send him back? After all of this? How the fuck can I do that? ** THANKS FOR READING!! Oh boy…seems that Jason has it bad for Adam aka the Kid! Is Zero really as caring as he seems to be? And how will Jason deal with his feelings for Adam? Will he keep his promise to take him back to the squat once his arm is healed? Any comments, or if you just enjoyed it, please lemme know!! I always try and answer every email I do get ail

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