Timothy - 7. Chapter 7

Every Saturday was a repeat of that first weekend when the three of us were together.

At the end of my sophomore year, Johnny had an offer to play pro ball. Stephen spent the summer break working for his grandfather. That left Johnny and me, and Johnny said he promised Stephen he would make sure I wouldn’t forget him. Johnny slept in my bed most of that summer. My ass adjusted to his cock, and he could slip in without any ass play. I think he prayed Stephen wouldn’t return.

In August, Johnny left to start playing pro-ball. Except for seeing him when his team was playing on television, Johnny was out of my life.

The start of my Junior year was different than my previous two years. My classes included an introduction to various fields of law, i.e., family law, business law, constitutional law, criminal law, even environmental law. These introductory courses were designed to help a student select their professional field. The problem I had was that I liked them all.

Between doing odd jobs for Mrs. Kenner, I began to run at 6 am. I ran to the University and back, about 5 miles. I would start as a jog and end at a full run. After my cool-down run and cool-down exercise, I would start the coffee and take a shower. On occasion, Stephen would meet me at the University, run back to my place with me, and then finish his run back to the University.

Friday Stephen would stay at my place, returning to his dorm on Monday morning. Our runs on the weekend always took longer to shower and get dressed.

During one of our runs the last week of October, Stephen stopped. I didn’t notice he had stopped. I was chatting to him, thinking he was behind me. That was the way we ran, I was in front, and he was behind me. He said he liked looking at my ass. “Have you heard anything from Johnny?” I waited, and when I didn’t hear a response, I turned, running backward, looking for Stephen. He wasn’t there, so I started to run back toward the University. As I turned the corner, I saw him talking to a young boy.

I called his name “Stephen.”

“Hi Tim, this is Randy.”

“Randy, follow us back to Tim’s place. I think we can help you.”

So we continued our run to Mrs. Kenner’s place and my apartment. Doing our cool-down exercises on the front lawn, Stephen explained how he knew Randy.

“When I was a freshman, I met Randy. He was begging on the street. I think you were 11 or 12 then, right?”

“Yes, I just turned 12.”

“He told me his mother was ill and he needed money for her medicine. I walked him home and met his mother. She was not only ill but also needed food. So Randy and I went shopping. I continued to help out until school was out, and I had to go and work for my grandfather. When I returned in my sophomore year, I went to check on Randy and his mother, but they weren’t there, and no one knew where they went. I was surprised to see him today.”

We took Randy to my apartment. Stephen and I needed to shower and get dressed. “Stephen, you shower first, and while you get dressed, I’ll shower. Once I’m done showering, we can go.”

While pouring orange juice for Stephan and myself, I offered Randy a glass of orange juice, which he accepted and proceeded to down it all at once. The way he drank that juice, I knew he probably was hungry as well.

“Randy, I have some cold pizza. Do you want it? I could heat it for you.” He didn’t need to answer. One look, and I knew he was hungry. I took out the pizza. There was half of a pepperoni pizza. I put it into the oven to heat it.

“Sir, I like it cold.”

Now I knew that wasn’t true. I took it out of the oven and set it on the table. “Go ahead and eat it. If you are still hungry, I’ll fix you a sandwich.”

While Randy was eating, Stephan came out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel showing a prominent bulge. “I missed you.”

Laughing, I headed for the bathroom for my shower. When I finished, I went and got dressed. While I was dressing, I could hear them talking.

“Randy, do you want a glass of milk?”

I didn’t hear his response, but I heard the fridge being opened, so I guess he said yes.

Dressed, walking into the kitchen, Stephan handed me a cup of coffee. “As soon as Randy’s finished eating, we are going shopping.”

I listened as Stephan talked to Randy.

“Randy, I stopped at your old home, and the landlord said you moved. He didn’t know your new address so I couldn’t contact you. I was looking for you. I’m glad I found you today.”

“We had to move. The landlord raised our rent, and Mom couldn’t pay the new rent. So we moved to a cheaper place.”

I watched Stephan’s face when Randy said that. I knew that Randy had known what the apartment they left looked like, and if the new apartment was cheaper, then it must be really bad. “After breakfast, maybe we can go and check on your mother, Randy.”

I began to prepare an egg omelet, my recipe. It would be loaded with protein.

I placed a large dish on the table. Stephen and I ate our usual portion, leaving half on the omelet for Randy. He had already eaten the leftover pizza, but he still ate half of our leftovers.

“Tim, can I take the rest home for my mother?”

I wrapped the remaining omelet in aluminum foil. Looking at Stephen, I nodded my head yes.

A smile was my answer.

“Do we walk or drive?”

“Drive, and let’s stop at a grocery store. I need to pick up a few things.” It seemed Stephen and I was on the same brain wave.