Chase


Here I am newly divorced, moving what little my ex-wife let me keep into one half
of a duplex.  This small duplex is one of the twenty-two rental properties I own.
 I managed to keep them and most of my other business interest.  She got most of
the cash and our large house.  I am the one that asked for the divorce, so I
expected to get reamed as part of the settlement. I just couldn't live the lie
anymore.  I have never cheated on my wife, but I was not happy staying married to
her.  I knew that I was gay when I married, but I thought I could hide my secret.

Having been faithful to my wife, I was sexually frustrated until I just had to
get out of the marriage.  I just said I didn't love her anymore, I didn't tell
her that I needed a man to be satisfied. The divorce was final three days ago and
I have been to the clubs every night since.  I managed to get lucky all three
nights, it was not as satisfying as I had hoped.  The sex was wonderful, but
there was something missing.  I didn't really know what it was, but I was still
unsatisfied.  I eventually figured that it was love that was missing.  I decided
that I needed to take my time and actually find a lover, not just a pretty face
to satisfy my sexual desires.

I settled into a routine of playing golf each morning, taking a nap in the
afternoon and heading to the clubs each night.  One of these days I would go back
to the office most days, but I was not ready just yet.  After about a month the
clubs were getting old and I was not meeting anyone that I wanted to spend more
than a night with. I know I needed to find a different way to meet guys, but I
was in a rut it seemed.  At thirty-two, I was about to give up on finding love in
the clubs.

The next morning when I got home from my golf game, a boy in a wheelchair was in
the front yard throwing up a ball and catching it.  As I was going in, he spoke
to me.  "Hi Mr. Carter."

"Hi there.  You seem to have me at an disadvantage, I don't know your name."

"I'm Chase.  My mom and I just moved in this morning.  The lady from the state
said your name was Mr. Carter."

Since the other half of the duplex has been made fully handicap accessible, the
state guarantees the rent.  My company just gets a check each month and we don't
even know the renters usually.

"You can call me Jim, Mr. Carter sounds like an old man."

"Okay, thank you Jim."  He was such a polite boy.  He looked to be in somewhere
from ten to fifteen.  I am not a good judge of age and in the chair, I couldn't
tell about his height.  "Would you like to play catch?"

This kid has a smile that I can't ignore.  "Sure, I will play for a little
while."  We played for about twenty minutes.  The boy was a lot of fun to talk
with.  He was maintaining a conversation the whole time we were playing.  He was
in a car wreck that hurt his spine and caused his legs to be paralyzed.  His
favorite sport was baseball before the accident.  I found out that he was twelve
and would be thirteen next month.

His mother came to the door.  "Chase get in here and unpack your shit."  I
couldn't help it I had to frown at the tone and language she used for her son.

"Maybe we can play catch again tomorrow.  I really enjoyed talking to you Mr. 
er.. Jim."  he gave me a big smile as he started up the ramp.  I went over and
started to push his chair.  He looked back at me and gave me a grin.  "Thanks, I
can make it up, these ramps are nice, but I like to be pushed too.  I think I am
going to like living here."

"Your welcome Chase.  I enjoyed playing catch and I enjoyed out little
conversation too."

His mother looked like she was mad at the world.  "Don't let him bug you.  He
knows better than to bother folks."

"He was no bother.  We had a good game of catch.  He is a very bright, polite and
interesting boy.  It was my pleasure meeting him."

"You'll get over that quick enough."  She went inside.

"Thanks again Jim.  I had a good time."  I could hear his mother screaming at him
to put his stuff away.  Well, she used the words "His Shit" away again.

I went in to take my shower whistling.  I didn't realize it, but Chase had
brightened my day.  He was one of the best looking kids I have ever seen.  He had
dark brown curly hair with emerald green eyes. He was beautiful to look at. 
Every feature seemed to compliment his good looks.  All through my shower, I was
thinking of Chase and getting angry at his mother for talking to him like she
did.  I had to settle myself down.  It was none of my business and I had just met
them both.

For the next week or so, Chase was out with his ball and glove waiting when I got
home from golf.  I always looked forward to our playing catch in the front yard. 
He always was ready to stop after about thirty minutes.  One day it was about
time to stop and he said "Jim, I really appreciate you playing with me.  If I
take up too much of your time, just tell me and we can quit.  You're my only
friend and I don't want you to get tired of me."

I went over and hugged him.  "How could anyone get tired of you.  I might get
tired and want to quit playing pitch on a particular day, but that wouldn't mean
I was tired of you.  You have been fun to play with and you're my friend too. 
No, I won't get tired of you."

He flashed one of his brightest smiles.  "Thanks, nobody has been this nice to me
since I have been in this chair.  People just don't want to talk to a cripple."

"If they knew you they would want to talk to you.  You're one of the most fun
people to talk to I have ever known.  I imagine some people are afraid they will
say something that is offensive.  I know it's not right, but people are afraid of
things they don't understand."

"You mean people are afraid of me?"

"I don't know Chase, I can't come up with a valid reason why anyone wouldn't want
to talk to you.  They don't know you or they would want to be your friend. 
You're a great friend and more fun to talk with than any of my other friends.  I
guess they see the chair and not Chase.  I don't know bud.  I do know that I
would be upset if I had to give up my daily chats with you."

"You're special too.  Nobody has ever listened to me like you do.  Even when I
wasn't in this chair.  I told Miss Morgan about you, she is the social worker
that I talk to every week.  I think she likes you too."

"How can she like me?  She has never met me."

"She said she thought she would like you from what I told her.  She doesn't like
my mother much.  My mother doesn't like me much either."

He sounded real sad when he told me that.

"I am sure she loves you, sometimes people hurt the ones they love the most.  How
can anyone not love you, you little rascal."  I started tickling him to try to
get a laugh out of him.

"She loves her booze and some of those assholes she brings home to fuck, but she
doesn't love me.  She has tried to put me in foster care before.  They made her
give up her welfare, so she took me back."

"Chase, I like you very much.  You just remember, I will always be your friend." 
About that time his mother came out and told him to get his butt inside.

My little chat with Chase bothered me.  I have not been to the clubs in over a
week and decided that tonight I would go.  I went in to take a nap.

I woke with a start as I heard Chase on the porch yelling for his mother. He was
wanting in.  I started to go to him and see if I could help, but decided it best
I mind my own business.  Several times he called and asked her to let him in. 
About that time he really got my attention.  He yelled, "Mom, let me in.  I am
going to wet myself!"

I got up, put my shorts on and went outside.  "Chase, can I help?"

"Hurry, Jim.  I can't hold it."  I grabbed him in my arms and carried him into
the bathroom.  He held onto my neck while I tried to get his pants and shorts
down.  Just as his penis was free of his shorts, his stream let go.  I tried to
get it pointed at the bowl, but it was just going all over the place mostly on
him and me.  I couldn't help it I started laughing and fell in the floor with the
pissing boy on top of me.  He must have been holding it for a long time, he
pissed so much we were both soaking wet and so was the floor.

"I'm so sorry.  Please don't be mad at me.  I'm sorry, Jim."

"It's okay.  I could never be mad at you.  I am the one that should be sorry.  I
should have been there sooner.  Forgive me Chase.  You should have come in.  Your
welcome here anytime for any reason."

"Your not mad?  Why were you laughing at me?"

"No, I could never be mad at you.  I wasn't laughing at you.  I was laughing
because I was laying in the middle of the floor with piss all over me and I
thought it was funny.  Just look at us, were are a funny sight."

Chase looked and couldn't help it he started laughing.  He laughed so hard, he
started pissing again.  I guess he stopped his flow short of finishing before. 
"Is this what they call watersports?"

"Where did you hear a term like that?"

"I read it in stories on the Internet."

"So you like to read stories on the Internet do you?"

"Yes, but I can't anymore.  I used to read them over at Josh's house."

"Well, you can use my computer if you want, but I'm not sure you need to be
reading stories about watersports."

"Can I really use your computer?"

"Yes, but I think we need to get you cleaned up first.  It won't be long before
this pee won't be near so funny and start to smell."  I noticed that he had a
very nice package.  It like the rest of him was just perfect for his size.  I
forced myself to quit thinking such thoughts and get him and myself cleaned up. 
"Let's get the rest of these clothes off and into the washer."

After I got him undressed, I set him on the stool.  "Sorry, Chase this side
doesn't have the rails yet."

"Not a problem.  I won't fall."  He was beautiful in his naked glory.  He was not
trying to hide himself at all.  If anything he was making sure his goodies were
displayed to their best advantage.  I started the bath and when the water was
right, I sat him over into the tub.  "You need a bath too, want to join me?"

"No, I better get this floor mopped up and then I will take a quick shower."

I could see the disappointment on his face, but I ignored it.  I quickly mopped
the floor, took our clothes to the washer and jumped into the other shower.  I
threw on some shorts, grabbed a old football jersey and went to get Chase out of
the bath.

I took Chase out of the bath and sat him on the stool to dry him.  His cock was
rock hard. A lovely four and a half to five inch beauty.  His balls were nice and
almost looked large.  He has a dusting of dark brown hair above his penis, other
than that he is hairless.  After I got him try, I put the jersey over his head. 
"There, that will have to do until your clothes are done.  I can go get some from
your mom if you like."

"She is fucking some asshole, she won't come to the door."

"Well, your clothes will be done in a little while.  I brought your chair into
the living room.  Do you want to sit in it or had you rather sit on the couch an
watch some TV?"

"Will you hold me on the couch?"

"If you want me to, I will."

"Please.  Thank you so much for taking care of me.  I am sorry I pissed on you." 
Chase was almost at tears.  I picked him up an took him to the couch.  I had one
hand on his butt and one on his shoulder.  I had to move the one on his butt, I
was getting a roaring erection.  He smiled, I think he knew he was having that
effect on me.  "I think you like me as much as I like you?"

"Of course, I like you.  You silly boy."  He let go of my neck, grabbed my
erection.

"I mean we both are very hard.  I think we REALLY like each other."  He hit me
with that smile.

"I think you have been reading too many of those stories."  He looked a little
hurt, but didn't push it. I looked at my watch it was after six. "How about a
pizza?  Do you like pizza?"

"That sounds super, are you sure you don't mind me eating with you?"

"I can't think of anyone I had rather share a pizza with.  What do you want on
it?"

"I don't care, it has been so long since I had pizza, I would like anything."

"How about one with everything?"

"Sounds good to me."

I called in the order.  There was a knock at the door.  It was Chase's mother. 
"Hi Ms. Williams, Chase is here.  We had a little accident and his clothes are
not quite ready.  I just ordered pizza would you like to join us?"

"No, I am going out.  Make sure you lock the door before you go to bed?" She
shouted to Chase.

"He doesn't need to be staying by himself.  I have a spare bedroom, he is welcome
to stay there, if you're not going to be there."

"Whatever, just don't wake me up in the morning."  She turned around and left.

What have I gotten in the middle of?  I don't guess I will be clubbing tonight. 
It looks like I am now the baby-sitter.  I guess he is old enough to stay by
himself, but I don't think he should have to.

"It looks like it's you and me kid.  Do you want to take a ride and rent a movie?
or would you rather go to see a movie?"

"You don't have to spend your money on me."

"Hey, I can't think of a soul that I had rather spend money on.  Besides, I get
to watch a movie with my buddy."

"Am I really your buddy?"

"Of course you're my buddy, am I not your buddy?"

"Yes, your my best friend.  I just don't treat you very good.  I don't usually
piss on my best friend."  He tried to be funny, but he was not laughing.  I had
to do something to reassure him.

"Well, I had so much fun that I couldn't stop laughing.  As I recall, you finally
had a laugh too.  That is what friends do, make each other laugh and have a good
time."

"Okay, I will piss on you everyday.  Will that make you have a good time." His
laugh gave away his little shock treatment.

"It might get a little old at that.  I am sure we can manage to entertain
ourselves without the tinkle treatment."  I tickled him to get him laughing. 
About that time the dryer buzzer went off and a knock at the door.

I fixed cokes to go with the pizza.  "Do you want to get dressed now or wait
until after we eat?"

"I like wearing your shirt.  Can I keep it on a little longer?

"Sure, you can wear it as long as you want."  He gave me a sexy little grin that
seemed to mean more than just a grin.

We finished off the whole pizza.  That little skinny boy ate as much as I did. 
"You must have been hungry."

"I was starving."

"Why didn't you say something sooner?  We could have eaten any time."

"I couldn't ask you to feed me too.  You have been too nice to me already."

"Hey, we are friends, right?"

"Right."

"Friends tell their friends when they are hungry or thirsty or anything."

"Anything?"

"Anything."

"Okay, I am horny."  He gave me that devilish look.

"Well, you can take that problem in hand when you go to bed tonight."

"I thought you said friends took care of their friends."

"I did, but you will have to get a friend your age to help you out with that."

"I don't want someone my age."

"I think we better call this discussion closed."

He pouted, but left it alone.

"Now, do you want to go see a movie?"

"Can we go rent one like you said?"

"Sure, but you have to pick it out."

He pulled off the jersey and put it on the couch.  "I want to wear this when we
get back."

"Okay, you can have that shirt if you want it."

"Really, thanks Jim.  You are so nice to me."

He still hadn't made an effort to put any clothes on.  He just spread his legs
wider giving me a better look at his cock and balls.  "Don't you think you are a
little underdressed for the video store?"

"I was hoping you would dress me."  I took is bright white briefs and put each
foot in the holes and pulled them up.  He wrapped his arms around my neck and
lifted himself up so that I could pull them up to his waist.  I had to admit it
was hard to cover up that beautiful boy's cock and balls. I was so surprised that
my willpower was holding.  If he was just a few years older, I don't think I
could resist.  We quickly dressed the rest of him, except his sneakers, they were
still wet.  I started putting a pair of my sneakers on him.  Damn, even his feet
were sexy as hell.

We had a good time looking over the selection at the video store.  He picked a
Bruce Willis action movie.  As soon as we got home, I asked him. "Do you want to
stay here tonight?  I just told your mom without asking you.  I should have asked
you first."

"Are you kidding, I would stay here forever if I could.  I hate being there, she
doesn't want me around.  If I could, I would run away."

"Don't even think about running away.  I wouldn't know what to do without my
catch partner."

"I wouldn't run away from you.  I love you."  The I love you came as almost a
whisper, like he was afraid to say it.

"I love you too kiddo.  Since your staying here tonight, I better go make sure
your side is locked."  It was locked.  By the time I got back, he was out of his
clothes and into the jersey and on the couch.  I could see his briefs on the top
of his clothes, so I knew he was naked under the jersey.

"Come on, let's watch the movie."  He patted the couch next to him.  I went and
sat where he patted.  He snuggled up in my arms.  I couldn't stop myself.  I
kissed his forehead.  "Thank you.  It has been a long time since I got a kiss."

I couldn't stand it.  My tears flowed.  I tried not to let him see, but when he
saw me crying he said, "What's the matter Jim?  Did I do something wrong?"

"No Chase, you didn't do anything wrong."

"Why are you crying?"

"When you told me that was your first kiss in a long time, that just made me so
mad and sad at the same time.  You're such a good boy and you're so loving, I
just can't imagine why everyone isn't showering you with kisses. It makes me so
mad I could just spit."  At least that got a laugh from both of us.

Chase kissed me on the lips.  "You kissing me is enough.  I don't want anyone
else to kiss me.  I love you Jim."

"I love you too Chase."

Every time the action let up a little, one of us would kiss the other.  I knew,
in the eyes of the law, I shouldn't be holding this almost naked almost thirteen
year old boy and kissing him.  I also knew I needed those kisses as much, if not
more, than Chase.  After all, they are just innocent kisses, I won't let anything
sexual happen.

It was getting late as the move ended.  "Are you about ready for bed handsome?"

He giggled and said, "Yes, can I sleep with you?"

"No, you better sleep in the other bedroom.  Like I told your mom."

"Okay, I guess I don't have much choice."  He wrapped his arms around my neck. I
cradled him in my arms and carried him to his bedroom.  I tucked him in and
leaned over and kissed him lightly on the lips.  "Nighty night sweet prince.  I
love you."

He wrapped his arms around my neck and hugged me closer and kissed me hard on the
lips.  "I hope this is not just a dream.  I love you too.  I hope my mom never
comes back."

"You sleep good.  We have a early golf game in the morning."

"Are you going to take me?"  His eyes lit up neon lights.

"If you think you can hold on in the cart?"

"I can. Thank you, how can I ever thank you enough."

"You don't need to thank me at all.  You're the best company and nicest friend
anyone ever had.  Now go to sleep and dream sweet dreams."

I was happier than I can ever remember.  As I lay awake, I still had a big grin
plastered across my face.  Having that beautiful kid as a friend has made me feel
needed a little, but it is more like he just makes me happy inside.  We seem to
need each other.  I finally dropped off to a very restful sound sleep.

I hear a loud bump and I wake up with a start.  Then I realize it must have been
Chase.  I rushed down the hall to his room.  There he is on the floor, crying.  I
run to him and grab him in my arms.  "Hurry Jim.  I need to pee."  We made it
just in time.  If he had clothes on other than the jersey, we wouldn't have made
it.

"You should have called.  You might have hurt yourself.  I don't want my buddy
hurt."

"I called and called.  You must not have heard me."

"I am sorry Chase.  I will get one of those monitor things tomorrow so that I can
hear you.  I guess you better sleep in my room tonight, I don't want you jumping
out of bed again."

"After pissing on you this afternoon, I was not about to piss the bed."

I put Chase on one side of my king-sized bed and I crawled in the other. In about
three minutes, Chase was wrapping himself around my body.  "Hold me.  Make me
feel safe and loved."

How could I refuse that.  "Okay, go to sleep now."  I kissed his forehead.