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Chapter 43 At some point in the night, Joey woke up to use the bathroom. He came back to the couch and Rick was on his side. Joey briefly debated whether to go to bed in Charlie’s room, but he really liked sleeping with Rick. He took off his clothes, except his underwear and curled up against his friend’s father. Rick pulled Joey into his arms and covered the boy up with the blanket once more, and they fell back asleep. Rick was the next to wake up. His back was stiff but it didn’t stop him from smiling to himself. Joey was facing away from him, holding Rick’s arm as if it were a stuffed animal. Rick needed to use the toilet desperately, but he didn’t want to disturb the boy. He wondered when the last time Mr. Bell held his son, which made him remember all of his missed opportunities with Charlie. Slowly, Rick extracted his arm and climbed over the sleeping grade-schooler. While urinating, Rick also questioned whether or not it was appropriate to have slept with Joey. If it had been Mr. Bell who cuddled with Charlie, Rick wasn’t sure he would’ve been okay with it. But, Rick also guessed that Joey’s father probably wasn’t the affectionate type, anyway, and Joey seemed to crave positive, physical attention. It’s not like we had sex, Rick told himself, as he got into the shower. After Joey woke up, Rick took him out to breakfast, not wanting to subject the boy to his lackluster cooking skills. Joey’s mood was significantly better than the night before, and he was rather clingy, wanting to hold Rick’s hand wherever they went. Rick went along with it, though he did make sure boundaries weren’t getting crossed. Rick decided that they’d go across town to visit another mall in the area. Normally, Rick went to the complex by his house, as he liked the stores better, but didn’t want to keep looking at the same merchandise. As with most shopping malls in the United States, there were big-box stores that served as “anchors” or draws to the complex, with smaller, niche or novelty shops in between with some form of food court near the middle. The only real difference, aside from the specific stores themselves, is the layout itself. Older malls were cramped and multi-storied, while newer malls were often long buildings and only had a single floor. The mall Rick usually went to was the newest mall in the area, so as they approached the much older shopping center, Rick had flashbacks of his childhood, when they only had the old style. This mall was darker in tone with no windows to the outside, except at the entrances. The skylights were opaque and only permitted a soft, white light. The noise echoed through the halls, making the place sound busier than it really was. Rick wondered if this was an intentional design and what purpose that would serve. Joey took Rick’s left hand in his right, and said, “Why are we here? Didn’t you get everyone their presents yesterday?” “I did, yes,” Rick said, gently squeezing Joey’s soft hand, “but you didn’t do your Christmas shopping.” “I don’t have any money,” Joey said, feeling bad for being poor. “Silly boy,” Rick said, with a chuckle. “Will and I are giving you money to buy everyone presents this year, so don’t worry it.” Joey blushed and said, “Are you sure?” Rick knelt down and looked Joey in the eyes. “Yes, Joey, I’m very sure. You may not be my son, but so long as you live with me, you’re going to be treated the same as my boys, which means we’re going to go through this place and buy everyone presents from YOU,” Rick said, softly poking Joey in the chest to emphasize his point. “I wish you were my dad,” Joey said, feeling overwhelmed by Rick’s attention and affection. “And I would be very proud to have you as my fourth son, but you have a dad who, and in his own way, loves you. He told me so yesterday before we left.” “He did?” Joey said, choking up. “Yes, he did,” Rick said, dropping his voice a little. “I think the accident finally opened his eyes to how amazing and special you are.” Joey wrapped his arms and Rick’s neck and started to cry. Rick held the boy close, whispering reassurances in his ear. A woman came by and asked if everything was alright, and Rick said that his “nephew” was just feeling overwhelmed with the holiday spirit. She smiled, patted Joey’s back and returned to her shopping. Rick picked Joey up and they walked to the nearest store. At the end of the shopping trip, Joey got Charlie another video game they both could play. He got Ry some dungeon tiles, minis and dice. He wasn’t sure what to get Billy, as they hadn’t spent any real time together, so he and Rick got Billy some shirts Rick was sure Billy would like, şişli travesti along with some hair dye and other accessories. For Will, Joey got him some ties and a book of dad-jokes. Rick wanted to protest the book, but he also knew that Will would love it. Joey made Rick wait outside of a store, so he could buy Rick’s gift. Afterwards, they went to the food court for lunch. The entire time Rick tried to guess what his gift was, which only made Joey laugh, since Rick guessed some very ridiculous things, like an elephant. Rick had a few errands to run after the mall, including taking Joey to see his father as promised. While getting his oil changed, Rick suggested ordering pizza and watching some more movies at home. Joey became very excited and hugged Rick, then kissed him on the cheek. “Joey,” Rick said, “I think we need to talk about boundaries.” “Am I in trouble?” Joey asked, noting the change in Rick’s tone. “No, at least not yet.” Rick explained that he was fine with hugging, cuddling and holding hands, but he wasn’t okay with kissing, even on the cheek. “I don’t want people thinking the wrong thing about us, okay?” “Okay,” Joey said, feeling ashamed of his actions. Rick hugged the boy and said everything was fine and he shouldn’t feel bad. “We just have to not cross certain lines, okay? You’re not in trouble or anything.” Joey just nodded and took Rick by the hand, once more. It was just after sundown when they pulled into the driveway. Rick let out a soft, annoyed groan as he saw a familiar, yet unwelcomed, vehicle parked behind Billy’s car. He and Joey grabbed their bags and walked into the house. “Surprise!” Brenda said coming out of the kitchen. Her smile faded a little as she saw Joey. “Oh. I thought you weren’t babysitting this weekend.” “I told you that I had Joey this weekend because Will was taking the boys to see Ronda.” “Silly me. I must have forgotten.” There was an insincerity in Brenda’s tone that Joey picked up instantly. He was used to hearing it from the numerous girlfriends his father had over the years, and he chose to ignore her. Wanting a change in subject, Rick said, “We were about to order a pizza if you’re hungry.” “Actually,” Brenda said, “I’m in the middle of making us dinner. I figured you would be starving with Ry not being here.” “I hope you made enough for three,” Rick said. “Unfortunately, I only made enough for two, since I wasn’t expecting Johnny.” “My name is Joey,” the boy said, as he looked for the wrapping paper Rick had the night before. “I’m sorry,” Brenda said, with a slightly snide tone. “It’s okay, Barbra,” Joey clapped back. “It’s Brenda,” She said, showing her annoyance. “My bad,” Joey said, without meaning it. “I’ll order Joey a pizza then,” Rick said, wanting to defuse the situation. Brenda pointedly avoided conversing with Joey, which was more than welcomed by the boy, who had heard about “the Bitch” for months. Rick let Joey order whatever small pizza he wanted, while he and Brenda ate the meal she prepared. Brenda made stuffed pork loin, with steamed asparagus and a tossed salad. She poured them wine, and made a point to tell Joey he wasn’t allowed to have any, to which Joey said he hated wine, anyway. Rick wasn’t a wine drinker, either, but only consumed the stuff to be polite. If Rick was honest with himself, Joey’s pizza looked better than Brenda’s meal tasted. The pork was dry, the stuffing was almost soupy and he didn’t like asparagus all that much. Brenda spent the entire meal talking about herself and work. Rick was barely able to get a word in. For dessert, Brenda gave him a chocolate lava cake. As much as he loved chocolate, he gave the cake to Joey, who thanked him, while avoiding eye contact with Brenda. “I suppose you’re going to have to go soon,” Rick said, as he helped clear the table. “Why would you think that?” Brenda said, teasingly. “I mean, dinner is over, and we can’t go out, because I have Joey.” Rick offered. “I brought us a movie to watch.” “Ah,” Rick said, “I already promised Joey that he and I would watch a movie after dinner.” Rick hoped that Brenda would take the hint, but he was sadly mistaken. “How about we watch my movie first?” Brenda countered. “I guess we could.” “Don’t you want me here?” Brenda said, her tone a mix of playfulness and accusation. “No,” Rick said, and quickly recovered, seeing the angry look on Brenda’s face. “I mean, of course I don’t want you to leave. I just don’t know what we can do, while Joey’s here is all. I’m all he has until Charlie comes home Monday.” “What about me and my needs?” She asked, as she cupped Rick’s groin. He let out a soft moan at her touch. “It seems that you really do want me here,” Brenda purred, as she stroked his growing erection. “Yeah, please stay.” Rick said. He moved away from his girlfriend, stuck his hand down his pants and adjusted himself before Joey saw too much. Luckily, the boy was on his phone, presumably texting Charlie. Joey was forced to sit on the floor at Rick’s feet during the movie. Brenda stretched out on the couch, preventing the boy from sitting next to Rick. Brenda’s movie was a boring romantic drama set in the past. Joey didn’t really pay attention. He and Charlie were texting about the Bitch and how rude she would be the second Rick was out of the room. Rick hated romantic movies, comedies or dramas, but especially dramas. He didn’t see what was romantic about loss and personal pain. He envied Joey, since the boy was doing something other than watching the lame movie. Brenda had her head on his lap. She would rubber the beylikdüzü travesti back of her head against his crotch, purposefully getting Rick hard. Rick was getting annoyed since Joey was sitting too close. He wanted to slap Brenda or tell her to stop, but he didn’t want to be rude or mean about it. “Wasn’t that a great movie,” Brenda said, as the credits began to roll. “Uh, yeah,” Rick lied. “It’s my favorite movie. I could watch it every day.” “I need to use the bathroom. Excuse me” Rick stood up, forcing Brenda to sit properly on the couch. He ruffled Joey’s short hair as he passed by. “It’s your turn to pick the movie when I get back, Buddy.” Having been in this position countless times, Joey was prepared for what came next. “You know,” Brenda said sternly. “It’s awfully rude to be on your phone while watching a movie.” “Good thing I wasn’t watching the movie, then,” Joey said, letting Charlie know that Brenda was starting in on him. “You have some nerve talking to me like that,” She spat. “I’m only talking to you the same way you’re talking to me.” “No wonder you’re friends with Charlie. You’re both very disrespectful.” “Sure,” Joey said, “whatever.” “No wonder your dad’s in the hospital. He probably got drunk and crashed. I know if you were my kid, I’d probably try to kill myself that way, too.” “Fuck you,” Joey said. Brenda hit the right chords. “You rude little shit. You just ruin everything don’t you? I bet, aside from that fat, little, bastard, Charlie, you don’t have any friends. The way you talk to people you don’t know, I can only imagine how you treat people do you know…at least the ones who can stomach being near you.” “Shut your fucking mouth,” Joey snarled. “Oo, what are you going to do? Hit me? Like you did at your school? Yeah, I heard all about it. You sucker punch small kids who can’t defend themselves and cry when you get hit back. You’re a little, scared bully.” Joey was so frustrated, he started to cry, which only prompted Brenda to taunt him even more. “Ah, poor wittle baby. Got his feewings hurt. Unfortunately, I’m much bigger than you, so you can’t hit me.” Angry and fed-up, Joey ran up to Charlie’s room. “Where’s Joey?” Rick said a few minutes later. “He said he was tired,” Brenda said, patting the cushion next to her. “I told him that we were going to watch his movie next, but he said he wanted to go to bed.” “Okay?” Rick said, taking his seat. “He was really looking forward to it earlier.” “You could check on him if you want,” she offered, “but he’s probably asleep by now. He left right after you did.” “I guess,” Rick said. “So…what do you want to do now?” “Oh, I’m sure we can think of something,” Brenda said, as she began to unbuckle Rick’s belt. “THAT BITCH!” Charlie and his brothers barked into the phone, almost causing a lot of distortion. “Yeah,” Joey said, wiping the tears from his eyes. As soon as he closed the door, he sent the recording he made to Charlie, who was quick to play it for Ry and Billy. Billy said, “You need to take it to our dad now, Joey. He needs to hear what she said.” “I agree,” Ry said. “He never believes us, because it’s her word against ours. You actually have proof!” “I don’t know,” Joey said, reluctantly. “I don’t want to get in trouble.” “You won’t get in trouble,” Billy said. “And if you do somehow, we’ll be home on Monday, and I’ll make sure he apologizes to you.” Joey was happy that the other boys were supporting him, but he didn’t know how Rick would react to the recording. The times he did it to his dad’s girlfriends only ended in disaster for him. “Come on, Joey,” Charlie pleaded. “You have to show it to him, please!” “Okay,” Joey said, not wanting to disappoint his best-friend. I’ll text you after I show him. “Okay!” Charlie said, excitedly. “You’re doing the right thing,” Ry said assuring. Joey hung up the call and walked to the stairs. As he made his way down, he saw something he wasn’t expecting. Rick was on his back, with his pants and underwear off. His dick was huge and hard. Instantly, Joey got an erection. He sat down, hoping he wouldn’t be seen. Instinctively, Joey opened his phone and pointed the camera lens toward the living room. He did his best to keep Brenda out of the frame, as he recorded her sucking Rick’s long, uncut cock. Joey stood a little, pulled down his pants and underwear and began to stroke his own, much smaller, cut dick. The camera panned from Rick’s dick to the man’s face. Joey couldn’t hear the sounds his father figure was making, but he imagined it was the same as the ones Charlie made in bed. He wished so much that it was him sucking Rick off. Joey wondered if Rick and Charlie tasted the same. Images of Rick and Charlie, naked, and sucking each other washed over Joey’s imagination. Fleeting images of himself between them made his face flush with ecstasy. Joey moved his hand from his prepubescent cock to the edge of his smooth, hairless anus. He only started experimenting with fingering himself, and he liked how it felt. He fantasized that he and Charlie were making out with Rick’s cock between their lips; their sloppy tongues sliding up and down, the thick, veiny shaft, and sliding around the inside of Rick’s foreskin, as Rick had a finger in each of the boy’s asses. It was too much for Joey to handle, and his body gave into the dry orgasm he only felt when Charlie sucked his cock. Joey nearly dropped his phone, as he came back to reality. He looked down at the adults and saw Brenda getting undressed. Disgusted by the naked woman, Joey did his best to pull up his pants, istanbul travesti as he went back to Charlie’s room, also making sure that he saved his latest video in a hidden folder in his phone. Rick was glad that Brenda had a condom with her. He didn’t want a repeat of last time. Like then, however, Rick had to think of Billy in order to reach orgasm. Brenda insisted on applying to prophylactic and riding his cock. Brenda was unusually rough, which was a bit of a turn off for him. Several times, he had to ask her to be quiet, so she didn’t wake Joey up. Mentioning the boy, earned him a pinched nipple. He was glad when he finally came. Brenda insisted on flushing the condom herself, leaving Rick to clean up while she was gone. “Mm, wasn’t that better?” Brenda purred, laying down next to Rick, who was already dressed. “Yeah,” He replied without commitment. “I should check on Joey. Make sure he wasn’t awake, while we…you know.” “Fucked?” Brenda said, annoyed. “Adults say ‘Fucked,’ Rick.” He ignored her protests, as he got off the couch. “Get some clothes on, before he sees you,” Rick said, as he ascended the stairs. He knocked on Charlie’s door and was surprised to see Joey awake. “Hey, Buddy. Brenda said you were asleep.” “TELL HIM!” Charlie shouted from Joey’s phone. “Tell me, what?” Joey played the video for Rick, who was furious. Rick’s anger reminded him of his own father, and he braced himself to get punched. Instead, Rick picked Joey up and held him. “I’m so, so, so sorry. Nothing she said was true, Joey. You understand that, right?” Joey cried once more. His fear and anxiety melted away as his best-friend’s handsome father held him. Rick set Joey down and asked Joey to follow him to the living room. Feeling safe with Rick, Joey agreed. Rick came thundering down the stairs. “Get your shit and leave,” Rick barked. “What? Why are you talking to me like that?” Brenda demanded. “Joey told me what you said to him earlier. Get your shit and get the fuck out of my house, now!” Rick bent over, grabbed Brenda’s belongings and threw them at her. “Rick! What the fuck?! I didn’t say anything to him. He’s clearly a liar!” Rick pulled out Joey’s phone and played the recording. Brenda just sat on the couch unbothered by her own words. Once the recording stopped, Brenda said, “That’s bullshit! He recorded me without my knowledge, let alone my permission!” “Who fucking cares?! All those mean, vile things you said, not just to Joey but also about Charlie.” “I didn’t say anything that wasn’t true,” she said, putting on the rest of her clothes. Enraged, Rick handed Joey his phone, then grabbed rest of her clothes, which included her shoes and pants, and threw them out the front door. “I said fucking leave now! And don’t want you ever fucking come here again. In fact,” he said, grabbing her purse. Brenda shouted in protest, but it was too late. Rick pulled out her keys and removed his house key. “If you ever step foot on my property again, I’ll have you arrested.” With that, he threw her keys and purse out the door. “This is all your fault!” Brenda spat at Joey, who was holding his phone once more. “Are you recording this, too, you little bastard?” “No,” came Will’s voice from the device in Joey’s hand. “he has it on speaker phone, actually. I think you better do as you’re told, since I’ve already notified the police, and they should be there momentarily.” Brenda let out a shriek of rage before storming out. Rick slammed the door behind her. A few minutes later, Rick heard Brenda’s car squeal out of the driveway and down the street. Joey and Rick could hear the other boys cheering in the background. Will said they’d talk on Monday and wished them both a good night. Rick hugged Joey. He didn’t know what else to do. He was pissed, sad and bitter with guilt. Rick cried. He wasted so much time and energy on a woman who was nothing more than a manipulative cunt. His relationship with Charlie was damaged because of her. No, it was damaged because he let her do it. Charlie begged for Rick to dump her, but Rick didn’t want to see it. He was so lonely. He thought that having a secret relationship with Billy was good enough, but after time, it just wasn’t. Billy had boyfriends, which made Rick jealous. He wanted to be out in the open with Billy, but the legal system would never allow it, not to mention how everyone would react to him dating his underage stepson. Rick wanted someone he could be happy with and not worry about what everyone else thought. Brenda must have sensed it. She began flirting with him shortly after being hired to be Ry’s nurse. Then things got serious and sexual. And by the time Charlie started complaining, Rick was already in deep with her, and he didn’t want to try starting over again, so he let Brenda make everything Charlie’s fault. Rick was disgusted with himself, and now, he was crying on the shoulder of a 10-year-old boy who was not his own…but he couldn’t stop. Reality was hard to face for most people, and it’s especially true for those who lived lies that hurt those they loved. He prayed that Charlie would give him another chance to forgive him. Once Rick calmed down, he apologized to Joey for everything, and Joey said it was alright. He felt it was only fair, since he cried earlier. They were both too exhausted to watch another movie. Rick removed Brenda’s movie from the DVD player and snapped the disc in half. Joey said, “You hated it, too, huh?” Rick laughed and said, “Oh yeah. Worst movie ever.” He picked Joey up and took the boy to his room. Joey looked puzzled, and Rick said, “I don’t want to sleep alone, and that couch isn’t very comfortable. You don’t mind, do you?” Joey shook his head and hugged Rick. They stripped down to their underwear and got into the bed. Rick pulled the boy into his arms and they fell asleep. ***Coming Soon, Chapter 44***
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