Home Coming

Chapter Four

The boy's eyes widened and he pressed his back against the wall, scooting into the corner, trying to get away from Brandon. He had never seen a man so large.

The guy was a freaking mountain. And he looked beyond pissed. He had had his share of ass-kickings back in school and it was an experience that he wasn't looking to re-live. He was positive that he wasn't going to get out of this in one piece.

Brandon stepped closer and stared down at the delicate little man, shaking in his skin. Brandon knew he was scaring the boy, but he didn't care. "I asked you a question."

"I-I-I... I didn't think anyone was living here; I thought it was abandoned. I'm sorry."

"How long have you been squatting here?"

"Um.... three months or so, I guess?"

Brandon looked the boy up and down. He couldn't be any taller than Benji, and actually looked shorter, which would put him around five-five or five-six maybe? He was a skinny little thing, but looked like he was at least getting enough to eat. He had long, black hair, which was hanging wet, down past his shoulders.

His chocolate brown eyes were wide open and frantically searching around the room, probably looking for an escape. Looking closer at his face, Brandon guessed that maybe he was Chinese or something. Yeah, somewhere in Asia, he decided.

The boy clearly wasn't going to hurt Brandon. He was a little weakling, 98 pounds wet. And it's not like he was concealing a weapon under that towel. From the looks of it, he didn't have much of anything under that towel.

Brandon relaxed his stance and took a couple of steps back.

"Is that dog food?" the boy asked, nodding towards the plastic baggie at Brandon's feet.

"Yeah."

He looked down at the baggie and then back up at Brandon. The surprise was written all over his face. "You brought Ricky food?"

At hearing his name, the little ugly dog turned and yipped at his owner and wagged his tail.

Brandon picked up the baggie and held it out. The boy slowly leaned forward, quickly grabbed the bag and pulled back against the wall. He looked down at the garbage bags, then back up at Brandon, not quite meeting his eyes. "Can I get dressed?"

"Yeah."

Brandon stepped back and the kid slid along the wall to the garbage bags.

"Can you turn around please?"

Brandon snorted and turned his back. As if that man had anything of interest.

But then maybe he was just using it as an excuse to get him to look away while he grabbed a knife or a gun or something.

Brandon turned his head to see the boy drop the towel. He bent over into the garbage bag and pulled out a pair of track pants.

Brandon subconsciously licked his lips as he stared at the round swell of perfect ass cheeks. f**k, his ass was smoother and sexier than any girl's he had ever seen. And bent over like that... God damn, the thoughts that ran through Brandon's head.

As the boy stepped into the pants, his head swiveled back and looked Brandon in the eye.

Brandon quickly looked away, uncomfortable about being caught staring. He shifted from foot to foot and reached between his legs.

He cupped his crotch and hefted his c**k and pressed it down with his thumb, totally shocked to feel that it was on its way to becoming rock hard.

A soft "Okay" from the boy had Brandon jerking his hand away from his crotch.

When Brandon turned around, the boy was dressed in a t-shirt, lounge pants and white socks. He grabbed onto his left elbow with his right hand and rubbed the top of his foot with the toes on his other. He looked scared and vulnerable and Brandon decided to back off just a little bit.

"What's your name, kid?" Brandon asked.

"Lonnie. What's yours?" He tilted his head slightly and pushed his hair behind his ear.

"What are you doing here, Lonnie?" he asked, ignoring Lonnie's question.

"I... I'm just going through a hard time right now. I swear, I didn't know anyone owned this place. I thought the bank took it or something. I wasn't planning on staying permanently, just until I saved enough to get back on my feet."

"And what did you think when the electricity magically came on today?"

"Um... That I was lucky to maybe get a hot shower for once?" He laughed nervously, then apologized. "Sorry..." He brought his hand up to his mouth and began to chew on his thumbnail. He had his head ducked slightly and he looked up at Brandon through the bangs that fell across his brow.

Brandon wasn't laughing. f**k, the boy was cute. Too bad he wasn't a girl. "You can't stay here. My company's coming in to renovate the house and we're gutting the place on Monday. It's not safe. Come on. Get your shit."

"Oh. Sure. Of course."

Brandon ignored the tears that welled up in Lonnie's eyes as he gathered up his bags. He watched the boy scoop up the blankets from the mattress and dump them into the garbage bag he was holding, along with a flashlight and some other things laying by the makeshift bed.

Brandon ignored the voice in his head that was telling him that it was wrong to just throw the poor boy onto the street like yesterday's garbage.

Brandon told himself that this wasn't a boy; he was a man. And that meant that Lonnie was old enough to make his own decisions and live with the consequences. None of that was Brandon's business or his concern. He picked up the baggie of dog food and dropped it into one of the garbage bags and picked it up.

After Lonnie threw on a hooded sweatshirt and put on a pair of ratty sneakers, Brandon walked the young man to the back door and gave him the garbage bag.

"Ricky, come on boy," Lonnie called.

Ricky barked and ran out the door after him. Brandon locked the door behind them, following them around the side of the house to the driveway.

He watched Lonnie and Ricky walk ahead of him. The voice in his head started to get louder, calling him an 'uncaring asshole'. He pulled out his smokes and lit one and stood by and watched Lonnie carry his garbage bags down the driveway to the street.

Ricky stopped at the end of the driveway and looked at Brandon. He barked and then looked at Lonnie, who was heading down the street towards town. Ricky looked back at Brandon once more, then took off after Lonnie.

By the time Brandon took the last drag of his smoke, Lonnie could no longer be seen. Brandon dropped his cigarette butt, crushed it under his steel-toed boot, got into his truck and pulled out of the driveway and headed for home.

He didn't think about Lonnie or his perfect ass not even once during the drive home. No, he certainly didn't think about Lonnie when he reached between his legs and squeezed the rock-hard c**k that was threatening to burst through his jeans.

And when he got home and jerked off in the shower like he did every night, it sure as hell wasn't going to be Lonnie that he'd be fantasizing about.