All usual disclaimers apply.
This is the second installment of the Levi series. "Levi, The Abandoned" is the first part.
Levi had donned the clothes I had laid out for him and had returned to the sitting room. I was sipping coffee and reading over the front page of the paper. I put down the paper and looked right at Levi's pale face which really accentuated his dark eyes and black hair. Wow, this was one gorgeous kid. "Have a seat, I have a proposition for you." I said. Levi hesitantly took a seat across from me and his face was full of nervous tension. "I want you to live here with me. Of course, there will be rules, chores, and boundaries but I think you will enjoy it."
"No." Was Levi's incredible response. I had to look like an idiot for half a second because I was shocked. Not shocked he didn't readily agree; I was shocked he answered me with one word.
"Why not?"
"I don't know you and furthermore I am not a charity case." Was his reply.
"It is not charity. You will be helping me out a lot and paying me what you can afford. This is just one homo giving another homo a helping hand. I will require you to get a job. I already have a couple in mind from which you can choose."
"Christian, this is crazy. You don't know me. What if I am a meth head and I rob you blind?"
"I am a pretty smart guy Levi, and I have sized you up. I know that won't happen. You need to stop worrying about my interests and focus on your best interests."
"Let's just say I do take you up on this offer; what are the rules and chores you have in mind? I don't want to be like some sex slave for the rich guy that thinks he can just buy people and use them until he gets bored." Levi said.
I busted up laughing and answered young Levi, "I promise that isn't my thing Levi. The rules are simple. Curfew is 2 am, no tricks here, respect my privacy and possessions, no drugs at all, and I want you to go to college. It can be community college part-time or whatever you want as long as you do something to further your education. As for the chores involved, that is simple stuff. I have a cleaning lady so you won't have to do a lot just clean up after yourself and wash my car when I want."
Levi said, "I want some time to think about all this. Can I have your phone number?"
I gave Levi my number and told him I would be home all day so he could call me or just come back. I watched him walk out the door and I knew he would be back when he turned and looked at me before closing the door behind him. I used the day to catch up on some work. Nathan had sent me a text message thanking me for 'going back for seconds.' I laughed a little and replied that he should consider himself lucky and thirds was out of the question.
The day was winding down and coming to an end when my phone rang with a number I didn't recognize but was a local number. I smiled thinking it was Levi and I answered with a jovial, "Hello."
"This is Officer Jarvis with the St. Louis City Police. With whom am I speaking?" said a deep voice.
"This is Dr. Christian Teach. How can I help you officer?" I replied. Bad thoughts about Levi crossed my mind but it wasn't completely odd for the police to contact me. It was usually about a patient that had passed away or been involved in an accident, but they usually announced themselves as detectives, not officers. His next words solidified my fear of Levi's possible decline in health or wrongdoing.
"Dr. Teach, I have a boy here that was hit by a car on Manchester and Hampton. He isn't hurt badly but he is refusing medical care and he asked me to call you to pick him up. Would you like to speak to him?"
"Yes, please officer." I heard the phone get passed over and Levi was on the other end greeting me. I asked him if he was okay and he replied yes but he couldn't put any weight on his left leg but he wasn't going to the hospital because he couldn't afford it. I told him to wait with the officer and I would be there in less than ten minutes.
I found the scene in less than 7 minutes and I walked up to the sidewalk where Levi was sitting and I asked him what happened. He told me he just didn't see a car that was pulling into a drive he was walking across. I said, "Well, I'm going to talk to the officer, then I am going to take you home." I immediately realized what I had said was a mistake. He hadn't even agreed to stay with me yet let alone had Levi grown comfortable enough calling my loft 'home.' Levi noticed that I had realized my faux pas and he told me understood what I meant.
My discussion with Officer Jarvis as to who was at fault was interesting. The motor vehicle operator was at fault of course but Levi refused to seek medical care and didn't plan on suing the motorist or collecting any form of compensation. All was settled. I urged Levi to go to the hospital to get checked out and get some x-rays and get the insurance information from the motorist. He refused and he was eighteen and it made the officer's job easier so we all parted ways. I helped Levi into my car and drove him to my loft and helped him in.
I put him on my bed and told him I was going to examine him real quick. I was not thinking sexually at all until I saw him on my bed undoing his belt. As a physician I had seen plenty of guys get undressed and I have had my hands on plenty of private parts without sex crossing my mind at all. However, watching Levi get undressed on my bed made me a little horny. I just thought to myself it was because we weren't at the hospital, he was in my bed. I made it a point not to help Levi undress at all. I was worried I would get hard if I were too involved. He stripped down to his underwear and I walked over to him and told him they had to go but only for 10 or 15 seconds at the most. I put on a pair of examination gloves and I told him I was going to put a finger in his rectum just to make sure there was no bleeding. He looked concerned. I told him it was either here or they were going to do the same at the hospital but one way or another he was getting some sort of once over. He nodded his head and closed his eyes. I pulled his boxers down and pushed a lubed and gloved finger in his rectum. It got me hard.
I pulled my finger out and sighed. No blood in his rectum. I pulled his boxers back up and covered his exposed four and a half inch soft cock and huge balls back up. Levi had trimmed pubic hair and was circumcised. I was really hard thinking about fucking him. It was too bad he was injured. I continued with my examination and I found no debilitating or life threatening injuries although I wanted x-rays. I told Levi he needed to rest and stay off his feet and he was going to bruise out something terrible.
"That's okay. I am used to looking at bruises on myself." He responded sounding defeated.
I thought to myself about how miserable he must feel. I couldn't begin to understand what he was going through psychologically and emotionally. I just wanted to grab him and lay there with him in a tight hug. I must be losing my damn mind. I am not hugger. I hate physical contact unless I'm getting off or getting paid. I am the most emotionless person in the city. Although what I was feeling was new and foreign I knew it was real.
I helped Levi move around over the next few days. He was definitely strong willed. He refused to say he was in pain and only acknowledged he needed help when I forced him to. He also bruised out something fierce. From his left hip all the way down to his foot was colored. Just under his left scapula was also discolored along with his anterior left shoulder and pectoral muscle just above his nipple. He was a sight to see. He was able to walk freely and pain free after about a week and he had accepted my offer. I was happy.
Eight days after Levi's accident I got home from work and he was positively beaming. He had a folder of papers sitting on the table and he told me after I took a shower he wanted to talk to me about some stuff. I got cleaned up, poured a bourbon, and sat across from him in just a pair of Armani briefs and a black t-shirt. He was eye fucking me hard. I could tell he was somewhat uncomfortable because he was aroused. I forgot this is an eighteen year old kid that has never had sex. It must be hard for him to focus. He was trying his hardest to maintain eye contact with me but his eyes kept lowering to my crotch. I took a couple sips of my bourbon and asked him what was in the folder.
"It's information on SLU (St. Louis University) I was thinking I might go there. I also wanted to know if you still had some jobs you could help me get. Other than the bruising I am all healed up now and I want to start earning money for college." Levi said.