Give me a Chance

There are two main characters in this story, Ben Meyer and Chance Walsh. Each chapter is being narrated by one of them, Chapter 1 is being told from Ben's point of view.

Ben

“Jesus Crist Lynn, do we have to take in every stray mutt that comes along, why can’t you just accept the fact that we can’t have kids?”

These were the first words I heard from Jeff McCoy when he got home from work on the day my social worker dropped me off at his and his wife, Lynn’s house. It was my fourth foster home in the past five years, the Hansen’s divorced after a year and a half, the Abbot’s were moving out of state for a new job after I was with them for two years. Then there was the last year and half of hell that the Preston’s put my through. Their 17-year-old son had started molesting me after I had been there six months, I told my social worker, but she just kept telling me there were no other homes to go to. I wasn’t removed until she was fired for covering up my case and several other kids who were going through the same thing.

I was sitting on the bed in the room that Lynn had said was to be mine.

Jeff started shouting again, “I only let you sign up for this foster bullshit to shut you up about having kids, you get too attached to the little ones, and then they end up back with their parents. If they bring you a teen, like this one, they are nothing but trouble.”

Lynn stopped him, “Jeff, that is enough, this kid has had it pretty rough the last few years, he just needs some stability.”

“I don’t care Lynn, you are going to do what you want anyway, just don’t expect me to get involved, keep him out of my way.”

I heard him slam the door as he left the house. I was still sitting on the bed still holding my bag on my lap, Lynn knocked on the door and poked her head in.

“Ben, do you want some help unpacking?”

I just shrugged my shoulders, “not if I will be leaving soon.”

“I am sorry you heard that, Jeff just had a hard day at work, he really isn’t that bad, here let me help put your clothes in your dresser.”

Lynn took my bag and pulled out my clothes to put them in the drawers.

“Ben, are these all the clothes that you have? There are only 2 pair of socks and underwear and 3 shirts in here.”

I kept my eyes on the floor, “Yeah, I kind of had to pack in a hurry.”

“I’m sorry Ben, don’t worry we will go shopping tomorrow. I will have supper ready in about an hour.”

I lie back on the bed, “this kid has had it pretty rough the past couple years” if she only knew the half of it.

I was born to a mother who was an alcoholic, I was the result of a one-night stand with a drug addict. He couldn’t get out of town fast enough when my mom told him she was pregnant. The only good thing in my life was my Grandpa Joe, he made my mom move in with him as soon as I was born. I was four weeks premature, weighing about 5 pounds, a result of mom’s drinking. Grandpa was the one who stayed in the hospital with me, mom needed a drink as soon as the Dr. told her she could check out. They let Grandpa take me home once I reached 6 pounds and could eat on my own. Grandpa made mom stay home and take care of me, but when I was six months old, she went to get groceries and didn’t come back for a year. After that grandpa gave up on her and it was just him and I, mom only returning when she needed some money, or her current boyfriend kicked her out. It may not have the ideal childhood but, grandpa did the best he could by himself, grandma had died the year before I was born.

Everything changed shortly after I turned 10, grandpa got sick and passed away, when mom didn’t show up, I was sent to live in a foster home. Now five years and, four foster families later, I would be starting classes in my third school. Being premature, I have always been small for my age, I was 15 and barely stood five feet tall and had to jump on the scale to get it past 110 pounds. Needless to say, as the “new kid” and being so small, I was any easy target for every bully, my newest school would be no different.

I checked in at the office and was given my class schedule, the guidance counselor gave me a brief tour showing me where my classrooms were. I walked into my first class and gave the teacher my paperwork, she told me to take a seat anywhere. I of course found an empty seat in the back row and sat down, just I as I expected most of the class never noticed or looked in my direction. I spent the rest of the day avoiding eye contact with anyone, trying to remain unnoticed. Lunch time was the worst, I got my tray and turned to find a spot to sit. I scanned the room to find a table, there were all the usual tables, the jocks, the cheerleaders, the rich kids, the skaters, and goths.  I noticed a table with just three others that looked like I would fit in with, there were two guys and a girl, they were your stereotypical “nerd” types. Miles was the overweight kid, Gene had the big ears and oversized glasses, and Melany had braces, glasses and two long pigtails. I approached the table and asked if was ok to sit down, they all looked at each other and nodded. We introduced ourselves, and they asked me where I was from, I gave them the condensed story saying that I just moved in with a new foster family, sparing them the details of the last five years. I mostly sat quietly, eating my lunch as they continued their conversation from when I joined them. I wasn’t sure if we were going to be close friends, but at least I had a place I could eat every day without bothering anyone.

I made it through my first day and walked home, Lynn greeted me at the door, “How was school Ben?”

“It was ok, I guess.”

“Did you make any friends?”

I lied, “Yeah, I had lunch with a few.”

“Good, I’m glad, would you like a snack?”

“No thanks, I am just going to do my homework if that is alright.”

“Sure Ben, that’s fine.”

I could sense the disappointment in her voice, I knew Lynn was trying to make me feel at home, I should try a little bit harder. I started to go over my homework, and decided I was a little bit hungry, I went back to the kitchen, “Lynn, I guess I am a little hungry, I could use something to eat.”

She smiled as she turned to me, “Sure Ben, what would you like?”

“Anything you have would be fine.”

“I have ham, how about a ham and cheese sandwich?”

“That would be great.”

I went to finish my homework, I finished just enough keep the teachers off my back as my mind drifted to my sketch pad. I had started drawing when I was living with my grandpa, I did a pencil drawing of a photo of my grandmother that was hanging on the wall. When grandpa saw it, he encouraged me to keep drawing and always made sure I had sketch pads and pencils. I would draw anything that I saw, flowers, trees, cars, but my favorite was drawing people. The day after I had moved in with Jeff and Lynn, she took me to Walmart to buy me some clothes, she asked if there was anything else that wanted. I shook my head no.

Lynn said, “do you have any hobbies or do you like video games?”

“No not really.”

“Ben, you have to have some kind of interest, if there is anything you want, I would really like to get it for you.”

“I guess I like to draw.”

“Draw, like pictures of people and things?”

“Yes, just whatever I see I guess.”

We walked over to the arts & crafts section and Lynn picked up several pads, colored pencils and other art supplies.

She said, “I would like to see anything that you have drawn Ben.”

When we got back to the house Lynn started to put my clothes away and I showed her the picture of my grandmother that I had drawn.

“Ben, this is amazing, she was a beautiful woman, you have her eyes.”

“Thanks.”

“Will you please tell me anytime you need more supplies, I will be happy to get them for you.”

As I was putting my homework back in my book bag, I thought back to that day, I should have known then that she really did care.

I pulled out my sketch pad, I was working on a drawing of my grandpa, I was drawing from an old picture that I had, but also from my own memories of him. I worked on the drawing until Jeff came home, I knew supper would be ready as soon as he walked in the door.

As soon as we were finished eating, Jeff went out to the garage to work on the old car that he was fixing up. I helped Lynn clear the dishes and load the dishwasher. I went back to my room and continued to work on my drawing of grandpa, Lynn knocked on my door and brought in a handful of laundry. She came over and sat beside me on the bed, looking at my drawing.

“Ben, this is very good, it is hard to tell the difference between the picture and your drawing.”

I kept my head down, “thanks.”

“Ben, do you know how good your drawings really are?”

“I guess they are ok.”

“They are more than ok, they are very good. When you are done, I want you to tell me, I would like to take this drawing of your grandpa and the one of your grandma to get them professionally framed. You can hang them on the wall here in your room.”

I looked up and without realizing it, smiled at Lynn. She smiled back.

“I don’t think I have seen you smile before Ben, you should do it more often, you have a great smile.”

I not sure why, but I reached out and hugged her. After we broke our embrace, I saw a tear roll down her cheek.

She wiped the tear away, “don’t stay up too late, you have school tomorrow.”

“Thanks, Lynn.”

She left, “good night, Ben.”

My relationship with Lynn changed after that night, I took her advise and found more to smile about, at least at home. I was starting to feel a little better about living with Lynn and Jeff and they were having less arguments about me being there. I still stayed out Jeff’s way, but I think he was less resentful of me.

School was slightly better as well, I continued to eat with Miles, Gene, and Melany, others in my class were also at least acknowledging me. I was still walking to and from school each day, I told Lynn that none of the other kids were dropped off by their parents so I would prefer her not to drive me as well.

I was walking home in the rain one day when I heard a car behind me, as the car got closer it slowed and the driver rolled down the window.

“Hey Ben, can I give you a ride?”

It was Josh Olson, he was one of the jocks, Derick Wilson was the star quarterback, Josh was one of his buddies. I had always tried to avoid the jocks, they usually ended up being the worst bullies.

I kept walking with my head down, “no thanks.”

He kept following, “come on Ben you will be soaked by the time you get home.”

“Thanks, but I will be fine.”

“I go right past your house to get to mine, hop in.”

I finally agreed, “I guess if it is not too much trouble.”

“No problem at all, get in.”

We drove the remaining six blocks and Josh pulled into my drive, “You are welcome to ride with me any time, like I said I you are right on my way.”

“Thanks Josh.”

The next day as we passed each other in the hall, he was with all his buddies, he just nodded his head at me without saying anything, I did the same. I just figured he didn’t want his friends to know he might be a nice guy and I wasn’t going to make him mad, so I kept our secret. Over the next few weeks, he would pick me up a couple of blocks from the school and drop me off. We talked a little bit on each trip, and I started to notice that he was actually a good-looking guy and would always smile when I got into his car. I started to feel attracted to Josh, and I wasn’t sure why, I had never felt this way about a guy before, hell I had never felt this way about a girl. I was starting to question my sexuality, then I told myself, nothing is going to happen anyway, so why worry about it. 

The next time he picked me up, Josh suggested we sit in the park for a while, since it was a nice spring day. We found a picnic table on the far side of the park, we sat next to each other on one side of the table. We exchanged small talk about our classes and other school events. I was sitting on my hands and rocking back a forth, I was little nervous, we had never been alone for this long before.

Josh said, “Hey Ben, relax, why are you so tense?”

I just kept looking straight ahead, “oh no I am fine.”

He stood and sat down on the table behind me and started to message my shoulders. It felt good, he had a nice gentle touch, and he was hitting all the right spots. I began to relax and noticed my cock was starting to swell. Shit not now, if Josh were to see that I was getting aroused he would beat me to a pulp right here. I let out a slight moan, I tensed up again.

Josh said, “that’s ok, don’t worry, if it feels good it’s ok to enjoy it.” I relaxed slightly, not sure where this was going, my mind racing with the possibilities.

Josh asked, “have you ever done anything with another guy?”

I stammered, “well, um, er I um, no.” I had never told anyone in my new school about being molested in my last foster home.

He chuckled at my stuttering, “Would you like to?”

I froze, I was definitely turned on right now, but I didn’t know how to respond. I heard the sound of a zipper being pulled down, I turned my head to confirm what the sound was. I found myself looking at Josh’s hard dick, pointed straight at me. It was not very long, but was wide with a large purple mushroom head, I looked up at Josh.

He looked down at me, “you can taste it if you want.”

I was so turned on, I reached my tongue out to lick the small drop of precum that had formed on the tip. A couple licks later I had the entire length in my mouth. Josh began to moan his approval as he put his hands on my head and I began to bob up and down, I was starting to enjoy the feeling of Josh’s dick in my mouth.

“Oh Ben, that feels great, you are really good at this, you are going to make me cum.”

His works of encouragement seemed to spur me on, I sucked as hard as I could, swirling my tongue with every stoke.

Josh moaned louder, “Ben I am going to cum.” He pulled out of my mouth and shot his load across my face. I had closed my eyes as the first squirt landed on my face, after he had finished cuming, I opened my eyes just as Josh took a picture with his phone.

“Ha, I knew it, I told the rest of them that you were a fag.”