Haven Book One

The next day passed without major incidents.  As the end of the week approached the boys, Neal and Jimmy, were getting excited about meeting Samuel's brothers, and going to select the stuff for their rooms.  Wednesday afternoon Samuel dropped by to see if tomorrow would be good to go into town.  We agreed to get an early start.  I returned to my suite, and played with the camera monitors, looking for the three imps.  I found them about an hour later, in Neal's room.  I felt kind of guilty because the boys didn't know about the cameras, but I turned up the volume anyway.

Monty: You guys don't understand.  I won't be here very long.  As soon as it sinks in that I'm gay, he's going to kick me out.

Neal: No way.  He knew up front that those guys made me suck their dicks, and I kind of liked it, but ran away when they started fucking me.  He adopted me, he can't send me away.

Jimmy: Yeah, he and Neal found me naked, and totally fucked.  I had sperm all over me, leaking out my ass, and he's trying to adopt me.

Monty: What is with him?  He make you do him?

Neal: Oh God no!  I sucked him when he was asleep, and he gave me a lecture about not asking if it was okay.  He really means what he tells us.  I'm going to follow his rules, the best I can.

Monty: Wow, so you guys gay too?

Jimmy: No.

Neal: Don't know.

Monty:  But you guys done a lot more than me.

Neal: Jeez, Monty, we're boys.  We ain't old enough to like girls, so how would we know if we're gay?

I clicked off the system, and wondered where Neal got so smart.  I started looking through some papers Jim had for me, when he knocked on the door.  I waved him in.  "What's up?"

"There is a detective asking to see you.  I have him waiting in the library."

"Thanks, Jim.  That room sure is busy."

"Like never before, sir, ah Tom."

"I'm on my way."

The man waiting for me in the library was the Hollywood perfect detective, in a plain black suit, white shirt and blue striped tie.  He showed me his badge, Arkansas State Police, Homicide Detective.  "I'm Jay Debois.  I'm here to confirm that Fredrick James Gordan, Jr. is alive and well.  We have his father in custody and pending charges of murder of his son, and/or child abuse."

"Yes he is here.  He has been living on the road, selling himself for food, and rides for more than a year.  I found him a few days ago, and am trying to protect him from further harm.  Have you talked with Mrs. Thompson, and Mr. Clemets?" I asked.

"Yes I've been in contact with each of them.  Your lawyer has filed a suit preventing us from extraditing the boy back to Arkansas.  I want to interview him to decide where we go from here," he said.

"I'll talk to him, but he is scared to death, I mean that literally, that he will have to return to his father.  He has told me some of the story.  He was certain his father beat his mother to death.  He was beaten and sexually abused, too.  He admitted to trying to hurt his father then running."

The detective smiled.  "Actually he crushed his old man's nuts.  The doctor's couldn't save them, and had to remove them.  While he was drugged, he talked about beating the 'little bastard' to death, just like he did his 'bitch'.  Well that was enough for the coroner to re-examine the wife's case, and he ruled murder, and the DA has a conviction.  There is no way Jr. will go back to dad, at least for 25 to life."

"That's good news.  I'll have Jim bring you something to drink, iced tea, coffee, soda?"

"Iced tea would be fine."

Jim was waiting right outside the door.  I'm sure he heard every word.  "I'll get the tea," he said confirming my suspicions.  I guess I'll find out how confidential he can be.

The boys were still in Neal's room.  I knocked on the open door, and all three looked up from the card game, poker by the looks of it.  I almost laughed at the three guilty looks.  "High stakes?" I asked.  By the blank response I figured it was just for fun.  "I hate to interrupt, but I need Jimmy for a little while."

Jimmy looked at me funny, then got up and came over to me.  "You two carry on.  Jimmy and I have some talking to do.  We'll be in the library, if you need us."

As we walked away Jimmy said, "You want to do me in the library?"

I stopped.  "Is that what you want?"

"If that's what it takes to stay."

I crouched down, so I was looking directly into his eyes.  "Jimmy, I want you to relax, and try to understand, I will never demand that, as a price for staying here.  You know I am trying to adopt you, if that is what you want.  That means I can't kick you out.  It does not mean I can make you do that with me.  Good lord, son, you have done more of that in the past year than most people do in a lifetime.  It should be pleasurable not a task to buycoo something.  If you want my trust and love, I'm willing to give those freely and it would be nice to have them returned."

"I don't know how."

"I know, don't worry about that right now, it will come with time.  Right now I need to know if you are up to talking to a State Trooper from Arkansas about what your father did." I said.

"I should have kept running.  They are going to send me back aren't they?"

"No.  I wouldn't let them.  Besides, they locked him up for murdering your mother and just need to know if more charges are necessary for you."

"They're going to charge me?" his voice squeaked in terror.

"No, no.  Him." I pulled him to me in a hug and held him till he calmed down and stopped shaking.

"Will you stay with me?" he whispered when he had recovered.

"Absolutely."  I picked him up and carried him to the library.  Outside the door I set him on his feet and quickly wiped a tear off his cheek.  "Ready?"

"No, but let's get it over-with." He bravely opened the door and led the way in.

Detective Dubois was sitting in a chair facing the door.  I signaled him to stay seated.  "Jimmy, this is Detective Dubois from the Arkansas State Police.  He wants to talk to you."

"Hi, Jimmy.  I am so very glad to meet you.  I'm here as a friend.  I know you probably are scared, but we know you haven't done anything wrong." He said.

Jimmy pressed closer to me.  I sat down and pulled him up in my lap.  I could tell he was scared, and thought I might know why.  "Don't worry, Jimmy, they know what you did to him, and actually that not only saved your life, it gave them the information to convict him for murder."  Jimmy stared at me, as this sunk in, then turned back to the Detective.

"As a matter of fact, the DA was able to use what you did, to build a case for a second set of charges.  We were sure about child abuse, and were afraid there was your murder too.  That's why I'm here.  I needed to know without a doubt, that you are alive and well.  Now we need to know how to proceed."

"Huh?"  Well, who expects brilliance from a ten-year-old.

"I guess the big question is what does Jimmy have to do?" I asked.

"Well we would have to have another trial, and Jimmy would have to testify.  Quite frankly, if he were my son, I wouldn't allow that.  The lawyer will try to make him look guilty, and I gather from the information Mrs. Thompson shared that wouldn't be tough.  Also I doubt you father will ever get out of prison.  He's in for 25 to life.  He's known as a child abuser, and since you were successful in your parting gift he is no longer enjoying sex in any form.  And son, he is getting plenty; the other inmates are not gentle with child molesters."

Jimmy absorbed this information.  I was surprised that the detective was actually advising not pursuing more criminal charges.  "So, what happens if we do nothing?" I asked.

"He will be eligible for parole, in 25 years, if he has a good record.  He'll be in his late 50's.  The Child abuse, and rape charges have no statute of limitations in Arkansas, so the charges could be brought at that time.  I would recommend an affidavit be filed, with the DA to produce at any future Parole hearing, so that the board can save the citizens the cost of a trial by not releasing the son of a b----"

"Bitch," Jimmy finished for him.

"That will also provide more evidence for the courts to rule him an unfit parent, and clear the way for the adoption.  These things can get pretty nasty.  The faster we can get these loose ends tied down, the sooner you can get back to a normal life." The detective waited while we digested this.

"How long are you going to be here?" I asked.

"I've been cleared for a week." He replied.

"I have about 30 empty guest rooms" I started.

"Fifty eight, sir." Jim interrupted from the doorway.

"You are welcome to any of them if you would like.  I think Jimmy and I need a little time to think.  Tomorrow we have plans to go into town for the day.  I'll contact Mr. Clemets, and we'll get the paperwork done on Friday, so you can get home for the weekend or relax here if you would prefer."

"Thank you for the offer.  I think the department would be glad to not pay my hotel and gas bill.  I'll try to stay out of your way." He said.

"No problem.  Dinner is at seven.  Jim, who is waiting just outside the door, will show you to your room, and we'll see you at seven."  I shook his hand and he left with Jim.

I continued to sit with Jimmy in my lap.  He was still as a statue.  After several minutes he turned slowly and looked at me.  "I'm safe, now?"

"Yes.  He can't hurt you anymore.  By the way, you really did crush his balls, they had to remove them.  Please don't get that angry with me." I said.

He looked horrified. "No, never, I,  I, ..."

I hugged him tight and laughed, "I know that silly.  I was joking, sorry."

"Okay.  Can I ask you something in private?" he said when I released him.

"Sure."

"Well, Monty, thinks he's gay.  And I think he is kind of cute and well, ..." his voice trailed off.

"You want to know how I will react?" he nodded his head.  "I've told you before, as long as both of you want to it's okay."

"What if I wanted to do some things with you?  Not because I feel I have to, but because I want to." He asked.

"Depends on just what it is you want to do, when and where.  We talk about it and if it's okay with both of us we do it." I repeated my rule again.

"I want to suck you off.  I want to feel you filling my mouth and throat. I want to taste your cum." He spoke quickly and just above a whisper.

"Wow," I said.  My dick had popped to attention and I'm sure his little butt could feel it.  "That obviously agrees with my dick, but I think I need some time to consider this. There is someone else who has expressed some interest in the same thing."

"Neal could join us too.  I bet he has a real cute little prick, just like mine." He was starting to squirm around and my dick was loving it.

"You need to think about your feelings for Monty, and how will he feel if you do me and he finds out. How would you feel if you found out he was doing me, or Neal?  I guess what I'm saying is there is a lot more to consider than how good a cock tastes, or how much fun and power you have, making a guy shoot his cream on your tongue.  If you care about the other person, then there are a whole lot of feelings to sort through.  This involves a lot more than you and me having a little fun."

"Oh, man, I never thought of all that stuff.  I sure don't want to hurt Monty's feelings, or Neal's either, or your's.  Why does this have to get so complicated." He moaned.

"Let's think about this, and talk again in a few days. Deal?"

"Deal."