Trey was a typical teenager. He had just finished his 17th birthday and he didn’t notice any changes. His life still sucked.

He wasn’t a tall lad, only about 5ft 10in but he was built okay. He had strong upper body strength, which he could thank all of the gymnastics that he had been doing since he was a tyke. He had stopped that last year, mainly because he just couldn’t take the comments from the local school kids. Besides, he really wasn’t all that good, passable but never in the medal hunt, so why bother.

Trey lived in a small California town. No big city and his folks were pretty well off. His older brother was off to College and rarely came home. He missed Bobby, specially the way they would play together, rough house around, wrestle and just be together.

Bobby had transferred last year from USC to the University of Miami. He said it was for the courses but Trey knew the truth. His brother had been caught in a compromising situation and his folks thought it better if he put some distance between himself and the family. That way the talk of the town wouldn’t center on him and his father and mother could keep their social standing. That was always the bottom line, Trey thought, how they stood in the community.

It was hard for Trey, this last year, cause everyone in town knew about Bobby and they naturally assumed that he was the same. He remembered the walks downtown and the smirks, the comments, the remarks and the occasional taunts that led to fights. He never won those either, and it always brought him grief at home. His folks just didn’t understand him and they always blamed him. Just once he wished they would take his side, but then that might jeopardize their ‘community standing’ and they couldn’t have that, could they?

The summer was the worst. He liked to go down to the local pond but after the first few weeks, he just spent his time on the farm, or up in his room on his computer. The kids were mean, and they were supposed to be his friends.

He hated the names the most. He just wanted to be liked, yet no matter how hard he tried he was always the outcast, the “Fag”. It was tough to take, especially when he would go to the pond. It never failed that someone would yell out to someone to watch their backside, the fag was on the prowl, or they would yell to someone, hey careful, you got a fag checking you out, or other comments that always made him cry. They called him sissy, girl, freak and a ton of other hurtful names. He just couldn’t take it.

He first met “BoyDad” in one of those chat rooms.

He liked talking with ‘BoyDad’ who it turned out lived a few hours drive away in the city. Well a city compared to his small town. Raymond (‘BoyDad’) seemed to be nice. He always treated Trey with respect and never once called him dumb or made fun of his ideas or thoughts. The whole summer Trey would wait till he could talk with Raymond.

The summer passed slowly for the most part. Trey spent more and more time upstairs online with ‘BoyDad’ and they were rapidly becoming good friends. Even though Trey was only 17, and Raymond was 38, they hit it off, at least so Trey thought. He looked at Raymond as a real friend and he told him his life story. He shared everything with him, and no matter how bad it was outside the bedroom walls, at least he had Raymond.

The Labor Day weekend was here. Trey was excited cause Bobby was coming home for the weekend. He could hardly wait to see him, and he even went out on a rare shopping trip to the local store. That was a mistake, as he ran into some kids from school and the pain and memories deepened as they followed him all around, tormenting him and calling him fag and other names. They taunted him, asking him if he wanted to suck them off, and other things, making sure that everyone could hear. People passed by, looking at him, shaking their heads, and he ended his day out running home in tears.

He was online with Raymond, pouring his heart out when Bobby walked into the room. There was something wrong and he stopped in mid type to see that Bobby was thin and looking bad.

He signed off and waited. Bobby sat down on the bed, looking at him but not the way he ever done before. He had tears in his eyes and he could barely look at Trey. His head was down and finally he spoke.

Bobby’s voice was low and several times he had to stop, to catch his breath and compose himself. Trey listened, his heart pounding, and as the messages slowly sank into his head, he wanted to cry out NO! But he couldn’t. His mouth refused to move and he just sat there.

Bobby had stopped speaking He looked at Trey, waiting, but Trey couldn’t speak. He was stunned and too confused. What could he say? In a few short sentences his world had gone from worse to pure hell.

Bobby slowly stood up and left the room. Trey sat there, not moving and when his mother called up four hours later, Trey still hadn’t moved. He ignored the calls from downstairs and buried his face into his pillow and for the rest of the night he spent the time crying or staring off into space. He didn’t notice the rain hitting the windows and he didn’t notice when his Mother entered his room earlier. He just cried and stared. His whole world was over, he knew that.

Saturday finally arrived. He started to gather his wits and when he went downstairs, for the first time, he found his parents talking. They looked up at him when asked where Bobby was and he almost fell to the ground when they told him that they had taken him to the train and that he was gone back to Florida.

Trey was dumbfounded and he raced outside and slammed the door. How could they do that? Send him away before he could even talk to him? Why hadn’t Bobby even said goodbye to him? Didn’t even Bobby care anymore?

Trey spent the day and the early evening out in the back forty. He sat by the rocks and trees. He felt so alone. His parents didn’t care and now he had lost the only one he could talk to, Bobby, and that too was taken from him. He couldn’t stand it, and then slowly he realized he still had a friend. He had Raymond.

Raymond understood him. He had been so nice during the summer. They even had shared their deepest sexual desires, and Raymond knew so much about sex. Trey was still a virgin, but he enjoyed talking with Raymond, especially when Raymond would tell him how he would hold him, gently touching him. He liked that, being held by someone. Bobby used to hold him and wrap his arms around him. He didn’t have that now did he? Maybe Raymond would help? He wasn’t that far, and he did have Bobby’s old mustang.

His mind was made up and he walked slowly back to the house. He didn’t see his parents as he went to his bedroom. Now all he had to do was get a hold of Raymond and set it up. Raymond would help, he wouldn’t disappoint him.

It took him until 2am before he could get a hold of Raymond. He found in the “Chicken Hawk” chat room. Raymond didn’t hesitate a second. He arranged for Trey to meet him halfway between the city and Trey’s town. Trey actually was happy, a little scared, but at least Raymond cared. Raymond had told him he was doing the right thing, and told him to be careful. He told him not to leave tonight, but to make it the next night. This would avoid problems with his parents at the start. It sounded funny but Trey didn’t care, he just wanted to be held close. He just wanted to feel wanted, he didn’t want to read it, he wanted to experience it and he knew he could trust Raymond.

Sunday passed slowly. He tried to spend most of the time upstairs, avoiding his parents. Every minute he would glance at the clock, willing it to read 7pm but it took forever.

When his parents had left for church, he had snuck down and loaded the car up with some extra clothes. He took his journal, and he even took a picture of him and Bobby out of Bobby’s room. He managed to grab $86 out of his parent’s room, and he figured, that should see him for awhile.

Trey ate quickly. He wanted out and the time was approaching. When he said he was going to go to a movie and would be back late, he thought he would get an argument instead it was like they hardly even noticed. All his mother said was to drive carefully. His dad only grunted, his nose buried in some papers he had in front him.

He had checked earlier in the day, and Raymond was waiting. He had told him how he would take care of his “little boy” which was how he always referred to Trey. He loved that, being someone’s little boy.

He was at the spot, he was sure of that. It was cold out, and he had the car running. He had been here for about an hour now and still no dark blue van. He was getting antsy, wondering if maybe Raymond wasn’t going to show up. He was also having second thoughts about this. Sure Raymond had been nice, but that was online, would he be so nice in person? You heard stories and Trey really was just a babe in the woods. Specially now, he had no one to turn to. No friends, no big brother, no parents, this was getting scary.

Trey shivered as his brain kept dredging up the summer, and last Friday. He was so alone, so scared and all he really wanted was to be accepted, to be loved. As he reflected back, he decided that maybe he should go home. Just as he was gathering up the nerve, the van pulled in. The lights shone inside, and all Trey could tell was that it was a dark van. His heart leaped, as he knew it was Raymond.

He heard the van door slam, and his heart was pounding in his chest. His arms ached as his hands gripped the steering wheel. What if Raymond didn’t like him? What if he thought he was too much off a geek? These thoughts were racing and the adrenalin was flowing. He also was getting excited. He could feel the tightening of his jeans.

A hefty sized male, his head shaggy and a full beard poked into the driver’s window. A wide smile opened, revealing yellow crooked teeth.

“TREY” the head said. “You poor thing, sorry to be late, but the van had trouble starting. You been waiting long? I am so happy to see you son. Come on out here and let me give you a big hug!”

Trey almost cried, and he almost leaped out of the car into Raymond’s arms. It felt so good, those large powerful arms wrapped around his body.

It seemed like hours before the huge grip eased on him. He felt good, well sort of. There was something though, at the back of his brain. It wasn’t as he imagined it would be, and there was no doubt that the image he had of Raymond wasn’t close to the real thing, but who cared, here at least was someone who cared.

Raymond helped Trey grab his stuff and threw into the back of the van. It was a nice van, definitely a ‘make-out’ van. Carpet was spread out, and there was even a soiled mattress on the floor. They sat in the back and Raymond handed Trey a nice cold beer.

It was a nervous time. Trey wasn’t sure, but it just wasn’t right. Raymond seemed to sense this. He kept hugging him, telling him how good he looked, how he was doing the right thing. Finally after an hour he suggested that maybe Trey needed some help in relaxing. He held out his hand and gave Trey two small pink pills.

“Don’t worry” Raymond whispered. “These won’t hurt you, they are just a relaxant, more like a really mild sleeping pill. Come on son, it will help you relax, and besides, they are like aspirin. You could take 50 and you won’t get hurt.”

Trey meekly swallowed the pills. He washed them down with another beer and he started feeling better. His head didn’t pound so much. His heart wasn’t racing inside his chest. He could feel himself relaxing and Raymond noticed the changes too. Trey wanted to like Raymond, he owed him so much. He just wasn’t expecting to meet someone who was so big and hairy.

Trey felt dizzy. He couldn’t focus his eyes. He felt like was in a fog, everything was so hazy. His mouth felt like it had a whole ream of paper inside it. His tongue felt like it was soaked in clay, and his ears kept ringing.

Trey didn’t understand anything. He was floating somewhere. His eyes couldn’t focus and all he could see was darkness. His body was hurting, specially his ass. He felt like he was being shaken and yet he knew he wasn’t. He was lying down, he knew that, or did he?

His brain drifted but the pain in his ass only got worse. He felt his arms hurt him and his jaw started to ache. He kept seeing an image floating around him. He couldn’t make it out and he wanted to cry out but his mouth was too sore. He felt like it was filled with a huge wad of paper.

Time seemed to be suspended. Trey was scared but he couldn’t feel his own body parts. His arms seemed like they were lead weights and his legs, they were even worse. It felt like he had the weight of a train on top of him. He was cold, he could feel the cold air and he felt like was moving now.

Trey’s head ached, along with every part of his whole body. He kept hearing this voice, calling his name, and now he his eyes could feel this harsh white light. He tried to keep his eyelids closed but the bright light kept intruding. HE was scared and he was in pain. He could hear himself scream as fingers prodded him everywhere, even where they shouldn’t be.

He felt a jab in his arm and the pain started to go away. His mind cleared, the fog was lifting and he could hear the voices now. They were strange but then he heard one he recognized. His heart leaped in his chest, it was Bobby.

Slowly his brain cleared and he could make out the words now. He heard pieces of words, could hear some woman crying, some man that sounded like his Dad roaring blue thunder. Words like “Lucky”, “Common”, “Too Early to say” and then the one word that penetrated his mind and his soul.

“RAPE”

Suddenly he knew. Suddenly the whole thing flooded his brain and his entire body convulsed in horror. He screamed and struggled against the restraints.

As his body fought against the pressure, suddenly he heard Bobby, heard his brother, tears in his voice, softy telling to calm down, telling him that he was here, and with that he opened his eyes, and saw Bobby.

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