Leroy defies his dad's wished once again and puts himself in danger for the boy in the woods, getting in trouble with his Dad and a surprising reaction for the boy.
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Two Lost Souls
Chapter Two
The boy inside muttered something but hadn't come out yet. Leroy hasn't really tried to run since his accident and he can't move too fast with the limp in his leg but he tried as hard as he could to get away from whoever was in that shelter. The pain overtook him and he had to stop and make his stand. But no one had followed him. Leroy continued to walk close to the edge of the trail and took frequent breaks to catch his breath. He reached the edge of the woods and looked back but still no one had followed him. He hobbled across the lawn and into the house, setting the alarm once he was safely inside. He collapsed on the couch in the living room, his hip throbbing with pain, his chest heaving hard and his mind in a muddle.
Who could possibly be hiding in the woods? Or more correctly, living in the woods. That shelter looked well lived in and the boy had made a habit of stealing Leroy's snacks for food. In reality, it didn't matter who he was or what his story was. Leroy was not going into the woods anymore. His dad was right, it was too dangerous to be poking around out there by himself.
Leroy had caught his breath and his hip wasn't hurting as badly so he headed up stairs to take a shower. He got undressed and looked at himself in the mirror. Caesar had performed nobly, getting away from the enemy in the woods. He deserved a reward for his endeavors. He postponed his shower to go get on his bed and massage his cock. He closed his eyes and floated back to the clearing and his throne. His mouth curled up in a smile and his cock grew stiff and wet with precum. He wanted to slow down and make it last but his emotions got the better of him, increasing his jerking as he sped towards a glorious orgasm. Just as he began to shoot his load all over his bare chest, those piecing eyes staring at him from inside the shelter pushed everything else out of is mind. His eyes shot open and he yelled out, his body convulsing as his mind confronted those terrifying eyes. His chest was again heaving up and down as he went to the bathroom and into the shower to wash off the cum and sweat.
Leroy got one of his favorite books and lay down on his bed to read. Despite his harrowing experience, it wasn't long before he fell asleep. He had crazy dreams about people living in the woods behind his house. Every time he met one, another mysterious one would show up. He woke up, opened his eyes and screamed. All he saw were two eyes looking down at him. It took him a few moments to realize the eyes belonged to his Dad.
"Leroy, are you all right?" Scott asked with concern.
"Yes Dad, you just startled me, that's all."
"I'm sorry. I just wanted to see if you were sleeping or not. I'll go start supper."
Scott left the room and Leroy sat up in bed. He walked to the window and looked out on the woods. It was the same as it had always been. The trees, the path shrouded in mystery yet no one in sight. He shook his body to clear his mind and went downstairs to help his Dad.
Leroy stayed away from the woods for a couple of days, uncertain if he wanted to chance meeting the boy in the woods again. Was he a cat burglar hiding out from the law? Or maybe he was a mass murdered who killed his parents and his whole family and was biding his time until he chose his next victims. Would Leroy and his Dad be those victims? Or maybe he was just a runaway? He had a fight with his parents and was living in the woods for a few weeks to teach them a lesson. That's it, he is a simple runaway. Whether that was actually true or not, it gave Leroy comfort knowing he and his father wouldn't be the next victims of some crazed mass murderer.
Leroy was looking out his window, trying to figure out if it was actually safe to go back to his favorite spot in the clearing. Instead, he opted to stay in the house and jerk off when ever the urge hit him. It wasn't as thrilling as being naked out in the woods but it would do for now. Rain starting falling late in the afternoon on the third day away from the woods. It began as a light rain then gradually increased in intensity. By the time they went to bed, wind swept rain pounded against the window in Leroy's room. He pulled the covers up to his neck to comfort himself and know that the storm was outside and couldn't get to him. He thought of the boy in the woods and hoped that he was safe in his shelter. Leroy was sure he had weathered storms out there before, although maybe not as severe as this one.
Leroy jumped out of bed at first light the next morning and ran to the window. The rain was still coming down in sheets with no let up in sight. The combination of the rain, the wind and the cold front that came in with the storm made the morning air quite chilly for that time of year in Arizona. Shelter or no shelter, the boy must be soaked and extremely cold by now.
"This weather isn't fit for man nor beast," Scott said as he walked up behind Leroy and put his hand on his son's should. "I pity anyone caught outside in this mess. The weather report is calling this an Arizona Monsoon."
Did his Dad know about the boy or he just being rhetorical?
"Aren't monsoons typically a tropical thing?"
"Yes, they are but during the summer these storms have been know to dump up to 5" of rain, two thirds of the annual rainfall, accompanied by high winds."
"Are you going to work today, Dad?"
"Yes, they just called to make sure I was coming in to the office today. Some of the roads between here and the office are flooded so they told me how to detour around them."
"If it's not fit for man nor beast, how is it fit for dads?"
"Good question," Scott laughed. "The car is in the garage and I'll pull right into the parking garage at work so I won't be out in the storm at all."
"Yeah, okay. But drive safe, please."
"Always do. You stay safe as well. See you for supper."
Scott had a quick cup of coffee and some toast before he left for work, leaving some extra time to spare considering the road conditions. Leroy was eating a bowl of cereal as he listened to the rain slam into the side of the house. Here he was in his house, safe and dry while stuffing his face with Fruity Tooties, his favorite cereal, while the boy in the woods is cold, wet and hungry. He was sure of it. Leroy hadn't taken any food to him for three days so he must be starving. He finished his cereal and made a decision. His Dad had said that this storm wasn't fit for man nor beast to be out in. In the mind of a fourteen-year old, that was his Dad's permission to go look for the boy. It certainly wasn't, but Leroy could use that to justify disobeying his Dad's orders to not go into the woods.
Leroy put on his knee high rubber boots, his long raincoat, put several bottles of water in the pockets and stood at the back door. His hand of the knob, he hesitated and reconsidered the wisdom of his decision. Just then a clap of thunder rang out so loud it literally shook the house. That jolted Leroy into action. Caesar wouldn't hesitate to go rescue a fallen Centurion so he wouldn't hesitate any longer. He opened the door and got hit in the face with a wall of water. He pulled his raincoat hood tight, put his head down and headed for the woods.
The path was muddy and filled with puddles, some deeper than others. There were branches scattered everywhere that had snapped off the trees in the wind. As he walked he could hear the eerie cracking sounds as the trees fought back against the onslaught of the wind gusts. Every noise made him look up to make sure nothing had broken loose and was coming at him.
The puddles got deeper and more frequent, starting to flow from one to the next. He passed the clearing and was shocked to see there was water almost two feet deep over the entire clearing. The flowing water from the puddles had now formed a small river headed in the same direction that he was headed. He came around the bend in the trail and saw the water in the lagoon had overflowed its banks, mixing with the torrent of water flowing from the path. It was treacherous to manage to get to the entrance of the shelter. Leroy was tired and sweating so he stopped to assess the situation and drink one of his bottles of water. He had come this far so he wasn't about to turn around without knowing if the boy was in the shelter or had gone somewhere safer.
He finished his water with one last hard gulp then moved towards the shelter. He shuffled his feet so he had both feet on the ground at all times. The water was up to his shins and pushing against his legs as he moved. The storm had ripped half of the roof off of the shelter leaving everything inside exposed to the rain. Everything, including the boy, was drenched. The boy was sitting in the back corner with his legs pulled up against his chest, his head down on his knees and shivering uncontrollably. The noise of the storm prevented him from hearing Leroy approach. He tapped the boy on the shoulder, unsure of what his reaction would be. The boy raised his head slowly and looked at Leroy. There was no terror, no fear, and no emotion at all in his eyes. They were sunken and dull, giving Leroy a blank look that made Leroy think he was looking right into his soul, like his body had given up the will to live.
"Come on, let's get out of here before we both drown," Leroy yelled over the noise of the howling wind.
The boy just put his head back down on his knees without saying a word, his body continuing to shiver and shake.
"Let me help you get out of here," Leroy said as he pulled at the boy's arm to help him up.
The boy offered no resistance but he wasn't much help in getting himself up either. Leroy gave him the other bottle of water but had to open it for him when he didn't have the strength to do it himself. When he had finished the water, Leroy guided him out of the shelter and steadied him as they crossed the flow of rushing water in front of the shelter. Leroy had his arm under his armpit, guiding him and supporting him as they went. The cold air that preceded the rainstorm and battling the storm to try and stay dry had exhausted the boy. Leroy had to help him all the way back to the house, stopping frequently so they both could rest. They finally got to the back door of the house. Leroy opened the door and tried to help the boy in but he hesitated. The boy wasn't sure if he should go in this stranger's house.
"Please, we made it this far. Just a few more steps and we'll be out of the storm and we can dry off," Leroy promised him.
Drying off closed the deal. They entered the kitchen and Leroy sat the boy down. Leroy started to strip off his clothes, leaving his underwear on for now. He helped the boy to take his shirt off then tried to remove his pants. The boy tried to stop him, but Leroy pressed on, explaining they needed to get the wet clothes off. The boy relented and let Leroy remove his pants. When Leroy pulled them off it became obvious why the boy was hesitant. He didn't have any underwear on and was now totally exposed to this stranger in an unfamiliar house. Once naked but still wet, the cool air from the air conditioner made the boy start to shiver even more.
"Let's go upstairs and get in the shower and wash this mud off," Leroy said as he helped the boy to his feet. The boy was still leery of Leroy and his motives but didn't have the energy to resist.
Leroy put his arm around the boy's back to help him get up the stairs, causing the boy to flinch. Leroy pulled his arm back and instead put his hand on the boy's arm to assist him. They went to the shared bathroom between Leroy's room and the spare room. Leroy turned on the water and adjusted the temperature so it would warm both of them. He helped the boy get into the shower and was about to step in himself when the boy looked down at Leroy's underwear. He was nervous about revealing himself but decided it would only be fair as the boy was naked already Leroy removed his underwear and for the first time in his life he was naked in front of another person, a boy and a stranger no less. Not being able to participate in sports and the traditional showering after gym class, not only had he never been naked in company of others but had never seen another boy naked. As he stepped into the shower they both looked up and down each other and got a good look for themselves.
Leroy assumed the boy in the shower with him was about the same age but a little shorter and a much slighter build. The most surprising thing was that he had no hair around his cock or anywhere else on his body with the exception of his head. That hair was long and shaggy. The lack of hair in his crotch made his cock and balls look much larger than they actually were. In spite of his lighter build, he had a wirery look to him, unlike Leroy who was a little pudgy from lack of physical activity.
Leroy reached for the soap and began to work up a lather, moving his hands slowly towards the boy's body. He hand touched the boy's chest and a shiver ran up and down Leroy's spine. First seeing another naked boy and now touching his skin. Something about it was exhilarating and caused a stir in his flaccid cock. The boy just closed his eyes and let Leroy continue to wash him. He washed his chest then moved to his arms, his right one first and then his left arm. The boy had placed his hands on Leroy's shoulders to steady himself, still keeping his eyes closed. Leroy's hands moved to the boys' stomach, brushing over his nipples. Leroy thought he heard an almost inaudible whimper from the boy at the initial contact on his chest. Leroy was starting to chub up, feeling the nipples harden as he washed them. He looked down and saw the boy had also chubbed up, not as much as Leroy but it wasn't hanging limp anymore. Leroy worked up some more lather in his hands, about to take the boy's cock in his hands to wash it. The boy still hadn't moved at all so Leroy wasn't sure if he should be so bold. After all, he had no idea if he would enjoy it, tolerate it or freak out. With his hands on Leroy's shoulders it would only take one quick motion to move his hands around Leroy's neck and choke him. Getting into a wrestling match in the shower would surely end up with them falling and Leroy possibly breaking his hip again or worse. Maybe his father was right and this was not a good idea to bring a total stranger into the house.
Leroy opted for the safer path and ran his hands over the boy's hips, heading for his legs. He knelt down to wash his legs. He was careful not to bring his hands too far up near the boy's crotch. But the boy did spread his legs slightly when Leroy got close to forbidden territory. Was he inviting Leroy to continue or was he just spreading his legs to keep his balance? Leroy's was at eye level with the boy's cock. It looked similar to his, no foreskin and the head a little bigger than the shaft. That may change once he was stiff, though. The more he looked at it, the more his own cock stiffened. He was afraid the boy would open his eyes and see Leroy staring at his cock and the resulting boner. He might be upset or he might not but that was a chance Leroy wasn't ready to take. He told the boy to turn around and steady himself on the shower wall so he could wash the back of him. The boy was reluctant but Leroy took a hold of his hips and pivoted him around. Leroy washed the back of the boy's legs then stood up. He got his first look at the boy's back and inhaled quickly in horror. There were welts and bruises all over the boy's back, some of them looked like they had been inflicted fairly recently. Now he knew why the boy had flinched when Leroy put his arm around his back. The sight of the boy's injuries made Leroy's cock shrivel up as if it had been hit with a bucket of ice water. He avoided the entire area and just washed the boys' shoulders and his hair.
He rinsed the boy off and helped him out of the shower, leading him over to sit on the toilet seat cover. Leroy stepped back into the shower to rinse off himself and then came over to the boy to dry him off. With Leroy standing, his crotch was right in front of the boys' face. He was a little more alert and was staring at Leroy's cock. Naturally the visual attention made Leroy chub up again but there was no response from the boy, either his facial expression or his own cock. He just stared blankly at the naked and slightly aroused boy in front of him. Leroy dried himself quickly and helped the boy to the spare bedroom.
"You sit on the side of the bed and I'll get you something to wear. Your clothes are still in the wash."
Again, no response from the boy, sitting on the bed with a blank expression on his face. However, as Leroy headed to the bathroom and over to his room, the boy turned his head and watched Leroy's naked body as he walked away. Leroy returned from his room with a new pair of sweat pants and sweatshirt he had received on his last birthday. He had never woprm them so they still had the tags on them. When he entered the spare room, the boy had gotten in the bed and pulled the covers over him. He was sound asleep. Leroy smiled and put the clothes on the bed so he could get dressed when he woke up. In the meantime, Leroy went to the kitchen to make some sandwiches for them to eat when he woke up. He returned with the sandwiches and some sodas and found the boy was still alseep. He put the food down on a side table in the room then went to his room to get one of his books on the Roman Empire. He sat in the chair next to the table so he could keep an eye on the boy while he slept.
Almost four hours had passed before the boy opened his eyes. He slowly moved his head from side to side, taking in his surroundings and trying to figure out where he was and why. He spotted Leroy and his eyes narrowed. He slowly sat up, lifted the covers to look at his naked body then swung his feet over the side of the bed.
"Hey sleepy head, I trust you had a good nap?' Leroy asked in a jovial tone.
The boy just glared at him and didn't say a word.
"I put some clothes on the bed you could wear while you were in the wash."
The boy pulled the clothes to him and examined them, noticing the tags were still on them.
"I'll give you some privacy to get dressed. I'll be in the next room when you're done."
"You've already seen all there is to see," the boy final spoke, his first words sounding very harsh and accusatory.
"No matter, just common courtesy. There are some sandwiches on the table if you're hungry. Help yourself," Leroy said as he stood and walked into the bathroom to take a piss. When he came out, the boys was stuffing he last of the four sandwiches in his mouth. The boy was staring at Leroy, his forehead all scrunched up. Then his expression changed.
"I know you. You that kid that wore that sheet and jerked off in the woods, spouting off like you're some sort of king or something."
Leroy was embarrassed by the way the boy described him. It made him sound like some sort of a weird person, which maybe he in fact was.
"Not a king, the Roman Emperor Julius Caesar," he replied in his defense, trying to make it sound normal somehow.
"Yeah, what ever. So how the hell did I end up here? Where ever I am anyway?"
"You're in my house at the end of the path from the woods. I found you in your shelter, wet and suffering from hypothermia. I brought you here to warm you up and quite possibly saved you life."
"Well, I don't know what you think you going to do now, but I ain't into it."
"You've got nothing to worry about. You're okay now so you can leave any time you want. I wish you would stay, though. Maybe we can be friends? It gets lonely in this house all by myself."
"That's you're fucking problem, not mine."
"Where are you going to go? Your shelter got destroyed in the storm."
"I built that one and I'll build another one if I have to."
Just then Leroy heard his Dad's footsteps coming up the stairs.
"Oh shit, my Dad is home. Look, let me do the talking and explain everything to him."
"Hi Leroy, I'm home," his Dad said as he turned the corner at the top of the stairs and headed for Leroy's room. "I came home early to make sure you are okay."
He walked in the door and stopped dead in his tracks.
"Ahh . . . hello?" he said as he looked at the boy. "Who is your friend, Leroy?" looking back at his son.
"Remember how you said the weather was not fit for man nor beast?"
"Yes, I remember. Go on,"
"Well he was living in a make shift shelter in the woods and I knew it wouldn't hold up in the storm and I got worried about him so I went an got him and brought him here to get dry and warm up," Leroy explained rambling on as quickly as he could.
"You went out in the woods? In the storm? How did you know he was living out there?" his Dad peppered Leroy with questions not giving him time to answer.
"If I didn't, he might have died. You wouldn't want that now would you?"
"No, of course not. But what you did was very dangerous. How did you meet . . . I'm sorry, what is his name?" he asked Leroy.
Leroy suddenly realized they had never exchanged names. He had no idea what his name was. He looked at the boy, hoping he would volunteer his name, which of course he didn't.
"You don't even know this boy's name?" his Dad's voice rose with his anger. "Come with me, Leroy, NOW!"
His Dad stepped out in the hallway with Leroy right behind him. He pulled the bedroom door closed behind him.
"What in the hell were you thinking? No, you weren't thinking at all. You put yourself in danger, serious danger, going out in the storm and bringing a total stranger into our house. He's not a stray puppy you can just drag home and keep him. Why is he out there in the first place. Where s his . . ."
Before he could continue, the door flung open and the boy scooted out and past Leroy and his Dad.
"Don't get your shorts up your ass crack, I'm out of here. I want nothing to do with you people."
The boy ran down the hallway, down the stairs taking them two steps at a time and out the door.
"Dad! For fuck's sake! See what you have done!" Leroy shouted at this Dad.
"You watch your mouth. You're in enough trouble with me already so don't make it any worse!" his Dad growled.
Leroy was already in trouble with his Dad so he had to make a decision. Did he continue to defy his Dad and go after the boy or did he give up on him and stay to get yelled at by his Dad. No, he wasn't going to give up this quickly on the boy. Leroy turned and raced down the stairs to chase after the boy, his Dad yelling at him to come back. He got to the beginning of the path at the edge of the woods and stopped to look back. His Dad was standing in the back door, just looking at Leroy. Leroy turned and headed down the path, limping along at a steady pace. He knew where the boy was headed so he didn't try to run. He caught up with the boy, standing in front of what was left of his shelter. As Leroy stopped to catch his breath, the boy turned and faced Leroy, the boy's eyes filled with hate, his face scowling.
"What the fuck do you want? I told you I want nothing to do with you," he yelled at the top of his lungs.
"Look at this place. You can't stay here any longer. Come back with me to the house until you decide what you want to do."
"I know exactly what I want to do! Stay the hell away from you!" his voice filled with rage like Leroy had never heard in a person before.
"But you're shelter is destroyed. Maybe I can help you rebuild it."
"You? Ha! By putting on your sheet, making believe you some Greek king, calling all your Greek soldiers to come help? This isn't a fucking fantasy, this is real! As real as it gets!"
"It's a toga and it not Greek, Julius Caesar was a Roman Emperor," Leroy said defensively.
"Who the fuck cares? I don't need your pity so go play somewhere else!"
"It's not pity, it's called empathy. There is a fine line between pity and empathy. Compassion is what makes the difference."
"I'm going to set you straight right now. I ain't no one's excess baggage, I ain't no one's drug mule, I ain't no one's piece of meat to be sold for sex, and I sure as hell ain't a stray dog that you can drag home and play with. I don't want to hurt you but if that is what it takes, I will. So GO!"
The boy's anger was getting worse so Leroy decided he would leave before the boy got physical. Leroy knew he would be no match in a fight with him. Leroy turned and slowly walked back towards his house, tears forming in his eyes. When he reached his house, his Dad was still standing at the back door.
"Leroy, we need to talk."
"Later," was all he muttered as he pushed past him and went up to his room. He picked up the book he had been reading, held it in his hands and then flung it across the room, knocking one of his posters off the wall.
'He was right. I'm a god damn looser living in a fantasy. I maybe saved his life but now he is right back out there, no better than before. That is the reality of this.'
Leroy threw himself on the bed and cried himself to sleep.
Back in the woods, the boy walked into what little was left of his shelter. He looked around to see if anything could be salvaged then fell to his knees.
'Why do I have to act this way. That kid was just trying to help me and hadn't asked for anything in return. He maybe saved my life today but he shouldn't have. Maybe the world would be a better place with out Evan Peters in it.'
He brought his hands to his face, closed his eyes and slumped forward, falling to his side in the wet leaves and mud. As he felt the dampness soak through his clothes, he opened his eyes and caught sight of the tags still on the clothes Leroy had given him.
'He gave me his new clothes. No one had ever given me new clothes, not my mother or father, not my aunt, no one. But he did. He was the first person to genuinely care about me and I threw him away just like the garbage that had made my life a living hell. What the fuck is wrong with me?'