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Prologue
Hebephilia Frerard. Gerard finds himself attracted to the Neighbor's child, Frank, and when Frank comes over to his house for help one evening, will Gerard do something he'll regret? This will prob...
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I remember when the boy next door moved in. I had watched as he picked up an obviously light box from the U-Haul and pulled out a stuffed vampire. He cuddled the thing tightly as he stared at his new home. I saw his head turn to the stuffed doll and he began talking to it. I could not here him, for I was perched in the window seat of the tower I had added to my home. Though, I am sure that if I had heard him, he would have said something irresistibly cute and I would have to hide for a week just so I wouldn't think of him in that way.
I have no idea why my love for the young boy was so strong, but I knew it wasn't healthy. I refused to see a psychiatrist. Of course the man or woman would have me detained at once! And so my love grew as the boy became older. I was constantly fighting myself, as to keep away from the boy, but it was hard as I found his widowed mother had obtained a crush on me over the years.
She was good Catholic woman and I was what appeared to be a good Catholic man. We attended the same church and mass every Sunday and once the woman found out that I was widowed as well, she made up any excuse to talk to me.
She would appear at my doorstep with lines like, "Why, I'm so sorry to bother you Gerard, but could I borrow a cup of butter?" I would, of course oblige, just to make the sad woman leave. It wasn't her I wanted; it was her young son, Frank.
One day as I was quietly enjoying a book in the study, my door bell sounded. It was sure to be Linda with one of her tricks. I contemplated ignoring it, like I had done many times before, but something told me that it would be best to open the door. When I swung the heavy door open, I was surprised to find a 12 year old Frank at my door.
I smiled. "Why, hello there, Frankie. What can I do for you today?" The poor kid looked nervous and looked to his left. He was undoubtedly being coached to say something by his mother. "Good evening, Mr. Way. I was making dinner for a class I'm taking in school and I accidentally made too much. I was wondering if you would like to have dinner with my mom and me." He added a smile at the end of his sentence and looked at me with his, big, innocent eyes. How could I resist such temptation?
Since then Linda and I had gone on a couple dates that year. In all honesty, I hated that woman. The only reason I agreed to date her, was so I could get closer to Frank. It would be hard to say that I didn't rub off on him quite a bit. He listened to all the music I did, and dressed how I did when I was a kid. I remember showing him a photograph of me at his age and his eyes lit up. "You look so awesome!" He smiled.
It was then I bought him some clothes. I took him to the mall and let him pick out his clothes, opposed to his mother who still picked out every sweater vest of his. When Linda had found out what I had done she was steaming from the ears and threatened to take away all Frank's new clothes and ground him. I was, however, able to reassure her that this was just a phase. When she finally cooled of and went inside, Frank wrapped his arms around me, thanking me. This was the first time I became physically attracted to this child.
A couple years passed and Linda eventually lost interest in me, as she finally saw that I was never interested in her in the first place. She hardly talked to me, but Frank would secretly stop at my house before school and we'd have morning coffee together.
One Friday night, as I was watching television, my doorbell rang. It startled me, as I hadn't expected it. Linda had stopped the late-night visits so my mind landed on Frank. I raced out of my seat to let him in, but when I opened the door the usually happy 14 year old Frank that I expected to see wasn't there.
His eyes were red and puffy and his eyeliner was running down his cheeks. He was sniffling and clutching a bag. "My m-mom kick me o-out." He cried. This took me aback. Why would Linda kick Frank out? As much as I hated the woman, she was a good mother. She cared for Frank.
I invited the boy in and made him some tea. I waited until he had calmed down to ask him questions. "Frankie... Why did your mom kick you out?"
Frank began to cry again. "I-if I told you, yo-you'd hate me like she does!"
I took the boy in my arms and began to rock him back and forth. "Sshh. I could never hate you Frankie- never ever. Now please tell me what's wrong."
I heard him take in a big gulp of air and he quietly said, "I told my mom that I was gay." And that, ladies and gentlemen is where it all started.
I have no idea why my love for the young boy was so strong, but I knew it wasn't healthy. I refused to see a psychiatrist. Of course the man or woman would have me detained at once! And so my love grew as the boy became older. I was constantly fighting myself, as to keep away from the boy, but it was hard as I found his widowed mother had obtained a crush on me over the years.
She was good Catholic woman and I was what appeared to be a good Catholic man. We attended the same church and mass every Sunday and once the woman found out that I was widowed as well, she made up any excuse to talk to me.
She would appear at my doorstep with lines like, "Why, I'm so sorry to bother you Gerard, but could I borrow a cup of butter?" I would, of course oblige, just to make the sad woman leave. It wasn't her I wanted; it was her young son, Frank.
One day as I was quietly enjoying a book in the study, my door bell sounded. It was sure to be Linda with one of her tricks. I contemplated ignoring it, like I had done many times before, but something told me that it would be best to open the door. When I swung the heavy door open, I was surprised to find a 12 year old Frank at my door.
I smiled. "Why, hello there, Frankie. What can I do for you today?" The poor kid looked nervous and looked to his left. He was undoubtedly being coached to say something by his mother. "Good evening, Mr. Way. I was making dinner for a class I'm taking in school and I accidentally made too much. I was wondering if you would like to have dinner with my mom and me." He added a smile at the end of his sentence and looked at me with his, big, innocent eyes. How could I resist such temptation?
Since then Linda and I had gone on a couple dates that year. In all honesty, I hated that woman. The only reason I agreed to date her, was so I could get closer to Frank. It would be hard to say that I didn't rub off on him quite a bit. He listened to all the music I did, and dressed how I did when I was a kid. I remember showing him a photograph of me at his age and his eyes lit up. "You look so awesome!" He smiled.
It was then I bought him some clothes. I took him to the mall and let him pick out his clothes, opposed to his mother who still picked out every sweater vest of his. When Linda had found out what I had done she was steaming from the ears and threatened to take away all Frank's new clothes and ground him. I was, however, able to reassure her that this was just a phase. When she finally cooled of and went inside, Frank wrapped his arms around me, thanking me. This was the first time I became physically attracted to this child.
A couple years passed and Linda eventually lost interest in me, as she finally saw that I was never interested in her in the first place. She hardly talked to me, but Frank would secretly stop at my house before school and we'd have morning coffee together.
One Friday night, as I was watching television, my doorbell rang. It startled me, as I hadn't expected it. Linda had stopped the late-night visits so my mind landed on Frank. I raced out of my seat to let him in, but when I opened the door the usually happy 14 year old Frank that I expected to see wasn't there.
His eyes were red and puffy and his eyeliner was running down his cheeks. He was sniffling and clutching a bag. "My m-mom kick me o-out." He cried. This took me aback. Why would Linda kick Frank out? As much as I hated the woman, she was a good mother. She cared for Frank.
I invited the boy in and made him some tea. I waited until he had calmed down to ask him questions. "Frankie... Why did your mom kick you out?"
Frank began to cry again. "I-if I told you, yo-you'd hate me like she does!"
I took the boy in my arms and began to rock him back and forth. "Sshh. I could never hate you Frankie- never ever. Now please tell me what's wrong."
I heard him take in a big gulp of air and he quietly said, "I told my mom that I was gay." And that, ladies and gentlemen is where it all started.
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