Date: Mon, 16 Jul 2007 11:54:44 +0200
From: Al Peres <eternal.love2@hotmail.com>
Subject: ETERNAL LOVE - Part One

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR. This is a sweet story of love product of my
imagination where egoisms and selfishness are banned. It depicts sex
contacts between minors rarely with adults, therefore all warnings
apply. English is not my mother language, so, please, be acquiescent with
the syntax. Comments will be welcomed to: "eternal.love2@hotmail.com"


ETERNAL LOVE - PART ONE

Chapter 1 - The encounter

Patrick Melton was driving along the deserted motorway thru the high
mountains covered with thick forests; it was a beautiful wild landscape
that in the next winter would be covered with thick and hard snow, where
lonely packs of wolves had started to appear just a few years before as
used to be in the past, before they were hunt until be extinguished. He
loved wilderness and untouched nature, love shared by his sons and wife;
that was the cause he had bought that wonderful
off-road-diesel-four-wheel-car imported from UK; however, today seemed he
didn't see that beauty. He was absentminded driving slowly without any
objective to reach; he could not take out of his mind the recent
events. Just a year before, he was a successful middle-aged man with a
lovely and happy family, his wife Nora and his 10 and 12 y/o clever
beautiful boys.  They had travelled to Europe with his father and mother in
law to visit his wife's Irish ancestors land and to spend a good and
deserved holidays that they had enjoyed. After a month, he had to return to
US because business needed his attention, promising they would be reunited
just a couple of weeks later, so they could spend the last three weeks of
September on board of their 12-metres wonderful ship, now abandoned
somewhere in a little fishing port in California. He received the terrible
news of the aircraft crash; he returned to Germany to barely identify the
corpses of his family. Then the funeral in Baltimore. His sensitive body
could not resist so many misfortunes; business were abandoned and later
auctioned to pay the remained debts; he went into a hospital with a deep
depression; he did not want to live, he wanted to die and meet his family;
he could not commit suicide because he was a Christian believer; he stopped
eating, but that was a form of suicide as father John told him. The priest
and friend helped him, and after six months he started normally feeding his
body. Tears disappeared and the depression continued in the form of
nightmares. The doctor, a friend of his, advised him to go out and face
reality, that he was not the only one in the world to suffer; Jesus had
done before him. He assumed that the death could not come to help him in
the hospital, so he accepted their recommendations, left everything and
took his car. He wanted to go to California and sail alone with his boat
until Mother Nature, God or whoever was to decide his destiny.

It was early; he had spent near all the day and night before driving and
his body felt tired demanding a rest; as previous days and months, his mind
was a swirl of thoughts about his family; he saw his beautiful children
calling him and his adored wife extending out his arms to him; tears
started again pouring along his cheeks. Yes, he was deeply
depressed. Instinctively he took the first motorway's exit that he found
and after some kilometres he stopped the car near a gas station, switched
off the engine and reclined on the seat. A minute later he was hard
asleep. Again his nightmares repeated, his children calling him: "Dad, come
with us, please come with us." Tears again dropped along his tortured
face. The bright sun woke him up; he drove to the gas station and as a
ghost he asked to fill the tank with diesel. He saw a small shop and
stumbling entered in it; he saw an old man paying for a lottery ticket;
suddenly he heard the voice of the young man behind the encounter:

"Do you want to make a bet, sir?" His mind was somewhere except on what the
young man was kindly asking him. "Excuse me sir, do you want a bet?" He
looked at him again and mechanically answered:

"Yes, yes, sure." The shop owner observed his doubts and he thought that
man could be sick.  He then insisted:

"Are you alright, sir?"

"Yes, yes, thank you." As he did not move the man started preparing a
random bet; he extended to him the little electronic pad.

"Please, introduce your password." Patrick punched on the digital pad
twice. The machine produced a ticket and he paid for it, introducing it
into his wallet. As coming from the outer world he again heard the young
man asking: "Do you want anything else, sir? He thought for a moment, they
were alone in the little shop.

"Yes, I want all necessary for camping in the mountains with my two sons,
canned food, bread, soap. everything we will need for the weekend." The man
again glanced at him, he was going to tell that man that it was not a good
moment for camping because the weather forecasts have announced storms and
rain, especially in the mountains; however he had not many customers at
this time of the year and he thought he should not interfere with the man's
business. So, since Patrick did not move, he thought he wanted him to
prepare the purchase.  The shop's man took a large carton box and was
putting in it all he thought the man would need. He was a camper, too; so
he knew about it.

"I am very fond of camping, so I have put all what I think you and your
boys might need." He extracted some banknotes and paid; the young man got
the heavy box to the off road car and wished him a good trip. Yet he was
not sure how that man could go, besides he did not see any
children. "Probably they are waiting for him some where. He is acting as a
zombie." He thought.  Patrick engulfed in his own thoughts and depression
started the engine and slowly he went to the road; instead of turning to
the left to return to the motorway he did to the right, starting to climb
the way to the high mountains. The sky was getting very dark, showing some
lighting high on the peaks; however he did not see anything and continued
driving as if Mother Nature was going to obey him. After a couple of
kilometres he could only see trees and more trees and a few of closed
wooden houses. About two or three hours of slow drive thru a very winding
road, he found himself in the mid of a wild forest; suddenly a strong
thunder brought him out of his thoughts and for a moment he woke up as he
was in danger. He saw a narrow and non-paved trail on his right, scarcely
he could see a cottage in a clear of the forest; he drove the car and
parked in the centre of the clear. That was a refuge for people camping or
hiking, a mounting hut; he knew well this type of building made from strong
lumber. He descended from the car as heavy drops of rain started. Suddenly
two boys with knives in his right hands appeared in front of him
threatening:

"Your money! Come on, your money!" The elder boy shouted. The man saw the
taller boy with the knife pointing to him; instinctively he tried to disarm
the boy, abruptly his body reacted; the instinct of survive and the danger
pushed his brain up to a maximum limit of strength, taking him out from
that nightmare and into reality. The boy thought his life was at risk and
attacked the man. Patrick was a strong man even now that he had spent a
year into a hospital; he tried to catch the boy arm but he pulled forward
the sharp knife making a long cut wound along the man's right arm, from the
elbow to near his wrist. The sharp pain fully awoke him and Patrick
defended his life; with his left hand gave a tremendous blow to the boy on
his shoulder; he fell on the wet land near a tree; his young dirty head
chocked against a hard tree root or a rock. The boy stopped moving and in
that moment a heavy hailstorm started. The younger one that saw his mate on
the floor reacted violently with rage and tears in his eyes:

"You have killed him, I'll kill you!" He shouted, blindly he attacked the
man; Patrick tried to stop him even risking his other arm, but the smaller
boy slipped thru his arms and stabbed the man on his upper left leg, near
the loin. Patrick felt the coldness of the iron into his flesh and how the
blood started coming out from the wound; the boy could not repeat his
action since the knife was nailed up in his leg. Patrick wrapped his strong
hand round the boy's neck and pulled him on the floor as the hailstones hit
their heads and faces. He extracted the knife, closed it and put into his
pocket; then lifted the boy and obliged him to walk into the hut without
making any resistance to the man. Now the storm was even heavier and he
could see that the other boy was near covered with hail. There were two
mats recently used; some trash on the floor and an open wardrobe; he took a
piece of rope and expertly tied the boy hands and legs not very tight, so
it did not interfere with blood circulation; the boy did not make any move
against the man. He looked to him and as he saw the man's wounds he started
to cry and murmuring: "Oh God, my God, what have I done? Please, forgive
me, please forgive me; sorry, I am very sorry; I did not mean that; we did
not mean that!" Taken to the limit, Patrick had reacted, he heard the boy
crying but he said nothing. It seemed to him another nightmare, but now it
was real. What was he doing in that place? What had happened to him?
Immediately all the events of the past year came to his mind, however he
thought about the boy that was lying under the ice and the reality
overwhelmed him. "I need to save him." He thought. He stood and saw some
drops of blood pouring to the floor; a sharp pain in his loin warned him
about his wound. Limping as the pain hit his leg, he went out of the
hut. Mixed hail and water was pouring from the sky as he had ever seen
before; the boy was covered with a thick layer of thirty centimetres of
ice. He dived on the spot and soon found him; he pulled the light body up
into his arms and went into the wooden building, closing the heavy door
with his back; he dropped him on the other mat. The other boy started to
cry loudly.

"Oh God, my God! What have we done?" Tears run abundantly along his dirty
cheeks. Patrick checked the bluish face of the boy, he touched the pulse
and found nothing; probably he had lost blood and besides he looked very
weak; he was practically dead. He opened the boy shirt and started strongly
pushing on the boy chest alternatively blowing air thru the boy mouth. The
younger boy understood the danger in what his friend was, assuming he was
near dead. Again he cried and pleaded God to save him. After a minute or
so, the young body responded to the massages and started to breath; however
he started to tremble hardily. Patrick took off the wet clothes until he
was naked. He opened his own shirt and jacket pulling the boy to him in an
attempt to warm him up. He glanced around and could see some blankets on
the wardrobe, he immediately took one and wrapped the boy with it; he knew
that was not sufficient and the boy could go into coma again and that would
be definitive, even if he could call a helicopter he would not have
succeed. He took another blanket and started rubbing the boy's back and
chest, but the trembling continued. It was very dark outside and the storm
continued pouring hail and water. Suddenly he saw in the corner of the
large room an iron stove. "Why have I not seen it before?" He thought. He
laid the trembling boy on the mat, looked into the wardrobe and found a can
with gas used to feed the lamp; the stove was full of wooden sticks, so he
dropped some gas and lighted it opening the total air entry. Before a
minute, he heard the nice buzz noise of the flames into the stove. His loin
ached terribly and he was near to faint, but he needed to warm up the boy;
so with great effort he dragged the mat near the stove where it could be
appreciate the heat. After a few minutes the boy stopped trembling and a
pink colour replaced the blue on his cheeks. "He is saved!" He is saved! He
murmured. He caressed tenderly the boy scrambled and dirty hair and brought
his face to his, kissing him on the forehead. The younger boy had been
watching him carefully all the time without moving. When Patrick thought
the room was warmed enough, he dragged the mat and boy to the original
place and put more wood into the stove. Then took the lamp and lighted
it. The younger boy was astonished; he couldn't believe what the man was
doing to his friend after they had stabbed him. He dared to ask:

"Is he alright, sir?" The man looked into those beautiful blue and sad
eyes; he knew the boy needed to be comforted; he felt pity for him, but
also he knew he had to learn that violence was not the right way to ask for
anything; yet he knew those were strange circumstances; as he did not
answer he heard between sobs from the boy. "I am sorry sir; I did not mean
that, we did not want to hurt you, we are so starved." The boy understood
that his friend was alright and that this man had rescued him from the
death. He put his head down and soon he was asleep.  When Patrick thought
the little boy was asleep, he approached him, caressed his dirty blond hair
and kissed him on the forehead as he murmured:

"He will be alright, son." The boy was not fully asleep and he clearly
heard the man's words. He thought those were the same words that his father
would have said. He had to make a great effort to stop his tears going out
again; this time he got hard asleep.

Patrick stood with some difficulty and tried to open the door, he needed
the first-aid kit he had in the car, but it was impossible, near a metre of
ice blockaded the hut and car's doors. He went back to the wardrobe and
could see a first-aid box; it contained some bandages, scissors and a
little of red liquid to disinfect wounds; someone forgot to replace it;
also he saw half a bottle of whiskey and two not very clean towels. He took
it to the floor near the boy that still was unconscious but breathing
smoothly; he turned around the naked body and could see the wound. It had
poured abundant blood, probably it stopped due to the ice, so with one of
the towels he washed the wound and the big bump carefully; poured some of
the red liquid and banged it. The warmness of the room and his tiredness
dropped him near the boy asleep. He needed to cure himself, otherwise he
might get an infection, especially on his arm, however, he could not stop
getting asleep. A couple of hours later he woke up still thinking about his
wounds; the boys were sleeping and quiet, but the younger boy was not. He
kept his eyes near closed, but he was watching the man. Patrick realised
that the little boy had suffered enough, he felt pity for him, so before he
proceeded to cure himself, he put a pot with water on top on the stove and
added a few pieces of wood; he returned to where he boys were, extracted
the knife pointing to the younger one; he thought the man would stab him,
but his face denoted fear and happiness at the same time; he could not
believe the man were to kill him. He thought he deserved to be
punished. However, things were different and he was not wrong about the
man. Patrick approached the boy and cut the cords round his hands and
ankles, totally freeing him; then he dragged one of the blankets and
covered him. Yet he contemplate the dirty face for a few seconds, the man
sighed and placed a kiss again on the boy-tanned forehead. The boy remained
quiet without moving a muscle, but when the man sat in front of him he
opened the eyes enough to see him and not be detected.

Patrick took off his shoes, the blood stained trousers and underwear, he
looked to the wound on his loin and touched it with care; a grimace on his
face showed the pain he experienced; he stood, brought the hot water and
with some cotton he washed the wound; fortunately his underwear was not
stained; dropped the remnant of the red liquid and as a professional he
banged his leg. The boy was astounded to see the man's large flaccid dick;
it has been a long time since he saw his father's when they showered
together; those memories blurred his eyes.  Patrick then put on his
underwear and looked at his arm; that was a different matter; the wound was
superficial but long enough to get infected and dangerous. He needed to
wash and disinfect it, otherwise he could risk losing it, even his life in
that isolated place; but the problem was that he only had the whiskey and
he knew the terrible pain he would feel when the alcohol dropped into the
wound. He thought for a moment watching the boys that now depended on him;
he stood, brought the boiling water and with care and a piece of cotton he
washed the long cut; a little amount of blood started to flow as he removed
some scratches, but soon it sopped.  He put some clean gauze on the wound
and bandaged it; he took the bottle of whiskey and emptied part of it in
the old sink, then sat again on the mat facing the sleeping boys; he knew
what would happen and he did not want to risk the bottle incidentally could
reach the stove and get on flames; so he poured the total of its content on
the bandage, as soon the liquid reached the wound a tremendous pain hit his
body and he passed out laying on the mat. The little boy had watched the
man's action and a muffled cry escape from his throat; he knew what has
happened, he had seen the same action many times to his father. He quickly
stood and checked the man that was breathing, then he covered him with his
own blanket and after near a minute of contemplation he bent over and
kissed the man forehead.

"Now is my turn to look after you, dad." He murmured his most intimate and
secret words. The first thing that he did was to take a brood and swept the
floor; he picked all the trash up and put it into a paper bag he found in
the wardrobe. He filled with water a bucket and with some effort he put it
on top of the stove; he knew he was dirty and wanted to be clean; probably
he stank badly and he could not notice; his father always taught him he
must keep clean, however John seemed not being concerned about this
problem. When he felt the water was near to boil he dropped the man's blood
stained trousers; he wanted to get rid of that particular stain that
reminded him what he had done; the same did with all John's clothes. He
took a piece of raw soap he found in the wardrobe and dropped it with the
clothes; he stirred them with a piece of wood and immediately he could
observe how the fabrics were recovering its original colours.  Once they
seemed clean, he extracted them one by one and rinsed under the water
pump. He felt happy to see the clothes clean. He put two chairs near the
stove and hanged all garments to dry. He was so engulfed in his task that
he did not noticed Patrick had woken up and was watching him with
satisfaction.

"Well done, little boy, I am naked waist down, but I can manage. Thank
you." The boy spun and blushed; he wanted to give him a surprise finding
his own clothes clean.

"How do you feel, Sir?

"Much better, I think I will survive. By the way, call me Patrick. Which's
your name?

"My name's Franklin, but everybody calls me Ben, it is my second name. I
hate that but my mother liked it." He said those words with some sadness.

"We should have been asked before our parents named us, but unfortunately
we were too little and after that there is not an easy solution to solve
the problem.

"I, I, thought it would be a good idea to wash my clothes too; I must stink
though I can't notice."  He blushed again.

"It is an excellent idea, however you must have a good bath too; I suppose
your mom does not like you to wear clean clothes on a dirty body." The boy
got sad and bent his head to hide a couple of tears. He spun in order to
prevent the man's seeing him.

"I, I, don't have parents; they died some time ago in an air crash."

"Sorry, Ben; the story repeated for some of us." He changed the
subject. "Please Ben, can you give me my jacket? The boy mentally thanked
him. Patrick extracted the knife, made a cut in the centre of the blanket
and dropped it on his head as a Mexican poncho; then with a piece of cord
he tied it up round his waist. "You see, now I am dressed." The boy grinned
for the first time.  "Now you can do the same and drop your clothes into
the bucket for boiling them I am sure your brother will thank you for your
job."

"John is not my brother, thought he is something especial for me, better
than a brother.

"A good friend is better than a brother." Patrick stood and took the keys
of the car. "Ben, fill that cooking pot with water and place it near the
bucket." He went to the door and pushed it open with his butt; a draught of
wet air entered into the warm hut; it had stopped raining and the sky
looked its magnificent splendour of a clear night in the mountains; the
storm had gone and most of the hail had been melted by the rainfall. For
some moments he started to think about his new situation and the boys. They
had woken him up from his deep depression; he now clearly remembered his
days in the hospital; his friends trying to save his life and finally that
doctor that put all the risks leaving him alone; he could have died, even
he had been very near, but that was not the cause to blame these boys; he
guessed they had been forced to survive in those forests as animals; they
must have a good reason for it. He thought he owed them too much in spite
the wounds, hoping to have the chance to thank them for it; yet his first
task was to feed them. They looked starved as could count their young ribs
without much effort. Something different were the old scars on the elder
boy's back; he had been clearly whipped by someone; that would have been
enough to call the police and show them, but he thought the boys were
running away from something or someone; he will later find out. "I must
care of them, in such a way, we all are runners." He thought. As he was
closing the door the elder boy moaned and woke up; immediately Ben went
near him on the bed with an open smile; the boy tried to touch his head but
he found his hands and feet were tied up. He smiled to his friend.

"Ben, please untie me; what has happened? My head aches a lot. Why am I
tied?" Ben related him the events step by step. When he finished he sighed.

"I envied you when he kissed your forehead, he reminded me my father. I
have never seen a happier face as when your heart started beating again; he
them caressed your hair, kissed you forehead and pulled you to his chest;
he only wanted to give you his own warmth, to save you.  He did not care
about his own injures until he was sure you were saved." They kept silence,
John thinking about his friend's words that sank deep into him; he had not
ever been treated like that; he only knew whips, shouts and strong words
near him; he had hated everyone, except Ben; especially every adult that
only abused him since he could remember; that was against his own way of
thinking; "How an adult could behave like that?" he thought, that was
almost impossible for him, but Ben never lied him, he was more than a
friend for him, even more than a brother. He raised his eyes and looked
into Ben's deep blue eyes, those eyes he loved so much and would give his
own life for them. He said near as a pray:

"I can't believe that, Ben. You well know how hard has been for us in that
terrible house, and even you did not know the worst, only the scars on my
back." Ben hugged him tenderly.

"You know I love you, John; I would never lie you; I think he is special;
he looks as he had suffered a lot and perhaps there are men and women not
like those we found. I have told you many times that my parents were
different and would have been happy adopting you."

"Yes, but they are dead and probably this man will call the police and
everything will start again." Patrick was entering into the hut with a
plastic bag full of canned food and bread. He heard the last words of the
elder boy. He looked to the couple, put the bag near the stove and
extracted the knife from his pocket. John looked at him with some panic in
his eyes, but Patrick cut the rope in silence, then he said:

"Boy, you can believe me or not, but you can be sure about one thing: I
will never call the police.  We are not criminals, so we have nothing to
report to them. What shall I say? That I was so silly that I fell into an
old trap for wolves and that two young brave boys rescued me?" The boys
looked into each other eyes in disbelief as Patrick added pointing out to
the bag that he had left near the stove: "You are free to go, however, not
before I can feed those bony bodies." Ben then argued:

"Patrick, that is not the truth, and you know that." The man interrupted
him ruffling his dirty apparently blond hair.

"That's the truth and nothing but the truth; and you must put that into
your minds; and now we have many urgent things to do that talk about
police; we can talk about it later, if you like; now my preferences are to
prepare something to feed two starving boys. Can you help?" The astonished
boys stood and in that moment the teenager saw he was naked. Ben laughed at
him, he raised his own blanket and John could see he was naked too.

"It is a good idea that poncho. Patrick, can I borrow your knife?" He
blushed thinking what he had done to him only a few hours before. He cut
the blanket and dropped it over his head; he could observe that Patrick was
also naked waist down; he saw the powerful thighs of the man covered with a
light black hair. "Can I help, Patrick." The man smiled.

"Yes, please. Bring me that small cooking pot and drop in it some of the
boiling water." The boy did as told while Ben was placing the clothes near
the stove introducing new pieces of wood in it. Patrick extracted two
tablets of concentrated chicken-beef broth and dropped into the small
pot. Then opened two cans of precooked meat, vegetables and a small block
of butter and put them into the bigger pot with some salt and pepper that
he had found in the wardrobe. He put them on the stove and after a few
minutes a lovely smell spread in the hut. The boys' mouths watered and
their guts expressed their content with muffled sounds. They laughed again
looking each other.

"It is ages since I smell something like that." Ben said. John approached
the man while he was removing the stew with a plastic spoon, bent his head
and said:

"I am ashamed and sorry Patrick for what we did to you. We don't deserve
what you are doing; Ben told me about what you did to rescue my life; I, I,
I don't really know what to say." Patrick spun, raised the teenagers' chin
and looked into a pair of large black eyes and world record eyelashes.

"You don't need to say anything else John; you believe it or not, I owe you
more than you might think; but those confidences are for later on. Please
clean the table. In the bag there are plastic plates, spoon and forks. The
stew will be ready within minutes." He quickly went to comply the man's
orders. Patrick took the small pot and filled the plates with thick soup,
giving them two slices of bread. "I know you are starved, but you must be
very careful now and eat slowly, otherwise your stomach may cramp." The
boys eagerly started eating the nutritive soup that they finished in
seconds. "How does it feel?" They smiled because they did not know whether
he referred to the soup or to the stomach. Ben answered.

"It has a glorious flavour. Please, may I have a little more?" Patrick
appreciated the education that Ben had received; normally a boy of his age
would have used the verb "can". Instead of answering him, he went to the
stove and brought the big pot. With the help of a large spoon he filled
both dishes again, this time with cooked meat, thick gravy and another
large slices of brown bread. He then recommended. "Please eat slow, there
is enough in the pot to feed you three times, however, your stomachs need
to accept it slowly." In spite of the boys had not have any proper feeding
for a long time they behave as a rational human beings, yet John was
strictly following Ben's steps. The elder boy suddenly stopped, and looked
to the man.

"What about you, Patrick? You look as starved as we are. The man knew that
the boy's old armour of resentment had been broken out a little. He looked
at him and ruffled his dirty black hair.

"You are right John; I am hungry, too." He put some stew in his plate and
started eating watching the children how the colour of their faces was
returning to them. They slowly finished their food. "Are you satisfied?"
The man asked.

"I could eat a little more but Ben had said me many times that we should
not leave our stomachs fully satisfied, especially before going to bed."
The elder boy admitted.

"He is absolutely right." He saw how the little boy flushed. Now that our
stomachs are full we need to go ahead with our next step." Immediately John
answered.

"In spite of my little headache, my strength has returned. Please let me
know what shall I do; we will leave the leftovers for tomorrow's
breakfast." The man grinned satisfied; those months living on their own had
taught them more than many books or school lessons.

"Not much. Sorry but both of you stink and probably I too, therefore we
need to get rid of that odour from our bodies." The boys looked each other,
they knew the man was right in both ways; he also needed a good wash
too. He continued. "Normally in this type of hut the authorities also care
about the hygiene, so inside the wood store must be a round wooden tub as
they used in the old times in the public bathhouses; please see there, if I
am right." They stood, opened the heavy door and saw in the corner what the
man has told; the boys dragged it and gyrated into the large room. "Now
John, wash it while Ben places another bucket full of water on the stove.
I'll feed it with new wood so the water starts boiling quickly." Patrick
went to the car and once again the efficiency of the shop-man was thus
demonstrated; he had included some shampoo, soap and sponges. He got a
large bottle and entered in the hut. His surprise was great when he found
the boys naked and working filling the tub. He could see the lovely slim
bodies; he could count their ribs. The boys realised his presence and again
they blushed. Ben then said:

"We hope you don't mind, Patrick; it is too warm here and besides we must
get naked to wash up." The man smiled, went to them and ruffled their
hair. He could see the teenager penis was semi erected. He had a few pubes
over it assuming he had gone into puberty recently.

"This is a free country and as far as you don't hurt anyone, you can do
whatever you like. I am not a fundamentalist and admit any position and
thought. Furthermore, My sons and I used to go to naturist beaches spots;
not my wife, she always wore her swimsuit." The last sentence brought him
some memories and had to turn aside his face in order the boys could not
see the blur in his eyes; but they were not silly and the tone of the man's
voice detected the terrible pain. For the first time in his life, John
understood that there were other persons that suffered besides Ben and
himself and that there were pains even stronger than those caused by a
whip.  The boys left what they were doing and hugged the man's waist at
unison from behind. That took him aback because he never expected that
reactions from so young and strange boys.  They looked at him with their
dirty faces and Ben said:

"Sorry Patrick, it was hard to lose my parents but it must be harder to
lose sons." Patrick pulled to him their dirty heads and instinctively
kissed their hair. He handled the shampoo to them.

"Come on, start scrubbing each other and have some fun; I also need a good
bath." The boys changed the subject.

"Yes, we'll wash one another as we did in the stream." John said.

"Yes, and later on, when we finished, you have to allow us to wash you as
your children did in the past to you." Ben blue eyes looked at the man's;
in such a way he wanted to get rid of the man's pain. "Please, say yes."

"Yes, you little rascals." He ruffled again their hair as they reached the
big tub and started pouring the hot water. An hour later, between laughs
the boys and the man washed each other.  Clean and fed, those bodies needed
rest to recover from the events of that historical day that would mark the
rest of their lives. Patrick had removed John's head bandage and put an
adhesive and some disinfections liquid from his first-aid box. He cured his
own wounds and some minutes later they were under the blankets hard asleep;
the two boys on one mat and Patrick on the other, but forming a large
single bed. They left for the next day all the questions and answers.

Chapter 2 - Questions and Answers

The food and the restful night made miracles in the young bodies; their
strength returned and with it the hormones, especially in the young
teenager. It was dawn because John could hear the faint noise of the birds
in the trees near the hut and the weak light entering thru the dirty
window. His dick was hard and he had his arm round his friend hips; he
carefully approached to him and his cock slid between the smooth thighs,
his crotch now stick to his bum. He had fucked his friend's legs many times
during the time they had been living in these wild forests; he liked it but
the man was sleeping only a metre far from them. In silence he started
fucking him, he slid his left arm round him and touched his friend's little
dick that also was hard, so he assumed he was not asleep. He kissed Ben's
back neck and started moving his hips; he loved the smell of his friend now
that he was clean. John gasps and muffled moans were heard in the quietness
of the morning. Ben smiled, he wanted that as much as his friend now that
he felt John's fingers round his hard penis; he turned around facing John,
they looked at each other and hugged very tight, their cocks rubbing their
crotches. "I don't want to wake him up." Ben said in a quiver near his
friend's ear. John pulled his beautiful head from his friend and as they
had done many times their mouths met and started a long and wet kiss. "I
needed to feel you so close." John said.

"Me too, he and his food have done the miracle. What do you want to do?"

"I don't know, I feel the need of a release, my cock is harder than a
rock." Ben slid his hand and took John's cock in his fingers. "I would like
to fuck your legs or your butt but."

"That means too much noise, besides I don't like your dick into my butt."

"I know. Let's suck each other in a 69 position."

"I'll love that; be careful not to moan too loud when the lovely feeling
arrives." He grinned.

"I'll try, but I am not fully confidence on it." Saying that he pulled Ben
on top of him as he took the 69's position. He loved sucking his young
friend, to put his whole package into his mouth and especially to draw back
his slim and long penis foreskin with his lips and finds that beautiful
little cherry in his mouth and tongue. As he did that, he felt his cock
near totally engulfed in Ben's mouth and how his tongue rubbed tenderly his
cock's head. Instinctively they started fucking each other mouth and could
not avoid gasps and muffled moans from their throats. John made an agreed
touch on Ben's butt cheek and he stopped fucking his mouth. They agreed to
stop when they felt were near orgasm; especially John, in order to extend
their pleasure for as long as they could. In spite of being under the
blanket John raised one side of the cover to see the beautiful bum in front
of his nose, the long, thin and hard penis waiting to be sucked and the gap
between his friend's balls and his rose pucker. He was clean and smelled
lovely; he could not help himself, he extended his tongue and started
licking that part of Ben's body. The sensation that the younger boy felt
was expressed with a muffled moan and taking John's cock into his mouth
again. They resumed their lovemaking, and a couple of minutes later, Ben
felt how John raised his hips in an attempt to fuck his throat. A couple of
seconds of silence and John spurted his small load of clear semen into
Ben's mouth. Near at the same time, the younger boy stiffened and stopped
sucking his friend as his dick jerked into John's mouth in his dry
orgasm. They remained quiet for a couple of minutes breathing hard, then
John recovered his original position in front of his friend's face; they
looked into each other eyes and kissed tenderly savouring the semen that
Ben kept in his mouth.

"I love you, Benny. You are so beautiful and especially so good to me that
I would give my life for you." Ben kissed tenderly again his friend. John
called him Benny only in those tender moments.

"I know that John. I still don't know what will happen to us; but I'll be
near you whenever you need me, for everything." John knew that was purely
true; he kissed his little lover and hugged.  In a few minutes they were
again asleep.

Patrick was fully awoken; he had heard and seen the boys' explorations of
their sexuality as he called it. It was not the first time; his children
did it with his mates, especially when they were camping far from their
mom; and he had explained them that they had to enjoy those explorations,
and that those actions meant nothing but fun, there would not therefore be
any shame; later on they would discover their own sexuality already written
in their genes from the beginning of the times. Unfortunately his sons had
not had time to see the outcome in their bodies. A blur started in his eyes
as he turned his head and got asleep. Patrick woke up and saw the boys
asleep cuddled in a common hug, their faces near each other and the
beautiful pink colour in their cheeks. "What beautiful creatures they are!
What injustice is the life treating these lovely boys without mercy as if
they were criminals! I'll do my best to rectify this." He thought. He fed
the stove, put a pot with water on it to shave and prepare some milk for
the boys. After shaving his face he took from the car a large can of
condensed milk and dropped half of it into the pot. He also heated the
leftovers from the previous night and put some slices of bread to
toast. The smell spread over the room as the boys started to stir. Ben
raised his naked half body and probably his instinct or perhaps that he was
half asleep as he said:

"Thank you dad for the lovely breakfast, I am starved." Patrick and John
heard that, the man looked at the boy that deeply blushed. "I mean." But
Patrick had approached him, kissed his forehead and caressed his silky
blond hair. He really was a gorgeous boy.

"That's alright sons." He said it in plural and looking into John's deep
black eyes. "Now, please, get a quick wash, breakfast is ready." John
looked closely to the man's face already shaved.

"You are a very handsome man, sure women want." Patrick smiled before the
unfinished sentence.

"Not as cute as you both are. You make a very attractive pair and surely
girls would be more than happy getting a kiss from you." They all smiled
and the boys jumped from the bed. They dressed on underwear as Patrick was,
and sat down round the table. They eagerly ate the leftovers and toasts,
and after the hard food, they drank a jug of milk while Patrick did the
same, but put some instant coffee in the milk. After finishing cleaning
dishes and the hut, Patrick said: Let's have a walk and talk, it is a
beautiful and warm day that invites to enjoy Mother Nature, besides the
rain has cleaned all trees and the little rivers must have increased their
water flow. I don't think we will have any visitors during the next few
days." The boys looked each other, they knew what that could mean, but
above all, they deep knew the man would never mistreat them.  They walked
in silence together, the man limping a little due to the ache in his
leg. They arrived to a clear in the forest from which they could
contemplate a large landscape of green; to the left, the high peaks
scattered with trees that soon would be covered with snow; they also saw
long away the smoke from some small mills in the village. They comfortably
sat on an old trunk, Ben on his right and John on his left. John said:

"It is a beautiful and peaceful place; I will never forget the last few
hours spent in these forests.

"I too." Ben added. Patrick sighed and the three kept silence for a
while. Then Patrick looking to the distance he started.

"Yes, these few hours have change many things, at least for me. I assume
your yesterday's behaviour was caused by something strange to you, as your
starvation, and I have not the minimum doubts that you never thought to
hurt me, however, things developed in a different way, but that does not
change my opinion; what really puzzle me is the fact how you arrived to
this critical situation. Of course, you might have your own reasons and I
would like to know them, if you don't mind; but I must stress that anything
that you say will change what I have said before. I suppose you would like
to know how and why I came here, too; I'll let you know the circumstances
after you tell me yours; if you agree. Please Ben, start yourself, I want
only the pure truth, we don't need your story in details, unless you want
it." Ben looked his friend as he said:

"Alright. I was born in New Jersey, my parents were both MD contracted by
UN to do some investigation, mostly in Europe; we spent a few years in
Germany and France, and one year in Spain, so I can speak both languages as
my mother language, and Spanish roughly well; my parents loved me dearly,
they never contracted anyone to babysitting me, they always were at the
school or kindergarten's gates to pick me up, and weekends were spent
playing with me in the parks or at home. We made short hikes together; in
summary they were the best parents that a boy could have." Saying that a
couple of tears run along his beautiful cheeks. "Two years ago they thought
I needed a school in our country while they were preparing their return to
US.  They hired a beautiful house and I started in that expensive private
boarding school while they went to Germany to finish their work, promising
to return for my 10th birthday. Only two months we would be separated;
however, flying from Netherlands to Frankfurt the plane crashed and both
died. "I don't want to describe what followed. No one appeared to pay my
school and I could not remember of any relatives that could take care of
me, so I was sent to a social house hoping someone could adopt me. An
incident with an elder boy, who wanted to rape me, sent me to the
orphanage; so I went from bad to worst. In the orphanage there was a gang
of older boys that made sex to the younger and amongst themselves, that
with the consent of some guardians that took them to their bed too. They
said I was a pretty boy and wanted to fuck me. I resisted and fought them
with all my strength but in vain; they obliged me and finally my resistance
broke and I gave up accepting the unavoidable, otherwise, I thought, I
would have died or gravely injured. The guardians took me to a man's bed a
few times; he treated me well and gave me candies, I sucked his penis and
he did the same to me, but he never raped me; that prevented the other boys
doing it to me, because he was an important person and all guardians took
good care to comply his orders." As he paused in silence for a moment,
Patrick said:

"Bastards! Why didn't you tell to the social assistants?

"I did, but they also were involved, besides, that person was very
important and could have removed her or him, and they did not want to lose
their profitable jobs since this man was very rich and pay them for their
service. After a few months, a twelve-year-old boy, to whom all the rest
respected, returned to the orphanage, even the guardians; he had been in
the orphanage before, so everybody named him as John. He had fought a boy
two years older than himself in the social house and they had to take him
to the hospital with a broken arm, so he was returned to the orphanage as a
punishment. He was a very handsome boy and very strong; the boys said that
he had been punished because they found him in the bed with two girls from
the female section. He was a real boss to whom all of them obeyed. The
other boys gathered round him telling about my pretty face, so offering me
to his bed; they took me to a secret place they had and left me alone with
him. It was true; he was not pretty but handsome with curly black hair, and
magnetic eyes of the same colour, and the largest eyelashes I have ever
seen. I noticed a lovely dimple that formed in his right cheek when he
smiled me. He was sat on the bed already naked and his penis was hard; when
he saw me he spent a couple of minutes examining me from top to toe, then
he extended out his arms to me; reluctantly I dropped into his arms, he
raised my chin and kissed me on the lips tenderly. I felt something strange
and warm thru my body while his lips were stick to mine and his left arm
rubbed my back gently. He broke the tender kiss and separated from me, he
looked into my eyes and caressed my hair, he said:

"Benny, no one will touch you again, if you don't want it, do you
understand? Nobody! I promise." He caressed my hair and kissed me again a
peck on the lips; impulsively I hugged him and started to sob on his left
shoulder. He kissed me again on the cheeks and with a gentle voice he
murmured on my ear: "Your bad times are over, please Benny, don't cry, you
break my heart." I could not stop as my body convulsed when he called me
Benny, because that was the way my dad used to me. He pulled me to him very
tight repeating between kisses on my forehead and hair: "Please Benny,
please, don't cry or I will end up crying too." After some minutes he
raised my chin and kissed my eyes. He took a paper handkerchief and cleaned
my tears, he again looked into my eyes and I stopped sobbing. We remained
like that with my arms round his bare chest for a few minutes; he caressing
my hair and comforting me with kisses. He then said: "Benny I got to get
dressed, I can't go outside naked and with my stiff cock showing to
everybody." I smiled, I think for the first time since I came into the
orphanage. I saw his cock was still hard and oozing precum; but I felt so
comfortable and secure in his arms that I did not want to break that hug; I
raised my eyes and for the first time I looked into his directly and asked:

 "Don't you like me, John?" He seemed surprised because he caressed my hair
again stammering:

"I, I, I don't know Benny what is happening to me, but I never liked anyone
as I like you. You are so, so beautiful that." Saying that softly I
separated from him and before he could realise I was nude; he seemed in
another world confused, amazed. I pulled him down on the bed and before he
reacted my mouth was glued to his and my tongue parting his teeth. That was
the first time I did that voluntarily and at my own initiative. I was on
top of him, needn't to say what followed; he woke from his astonishment and
we started rubbing our crotches and slippery dicks until dry orgasms
exhausted us. As I was cuddle in his arms, near a whisper I said:

"John, I like you a lot, well I think that I love you." He did not expect
that declaration of love because he turned me in front of him:

"Benny, do you really mean that? Are you sure?" I answered him

 "Yes I am." He exploded in joy, he was exultant; we kissed hard as he
repeated several times: "I love you, too, Benny! I love you my angel" He
could not stop kissing me and I felt the happiest boy in the world. I think
he can continue because he is my John." Patrick looked at both boys and
John raised his head, he did not move but sighed. He thought his friend had
gone too far before a stranger person and he did not want tell anything
about his most intimidated moments, he then said:

"I, I, I think what Ben has said is enough; I don't have anything to add."
Ben looked at his friend astonished, he could not believe he behave like
that after what Patrick had done to him. He thought he might be shy for a
moment and that later would explain himself, but he was not a shy boy at
all. Patrick did not want to insist respecting the boy's wishes, so he
said:

"In that case, as I promised, I'll tell my story." None of the boys said
anything for different reasons, so he assumed they wanted to hear it. So he
started: "Before I relate my short story and while you were telling me
yours I have taken a decision and a compromise with myself, no matter what
your answer are to some questions that I would make." Little Benny shook
and John was puzzled, his large eyes looked at the man. He then said near
in a murmur:

"Which decision is that, Patrick? The boys deeply knew that this man would
help them in any case, so they anxiously waited his answer. Patrick staring
into each boy's eyes he answered:

"I am alone and you are alone, too, God or whoever runs our lives decided
we met in some terrible circumstances, but those circumstances made me to
awoke from my nightmare and deep depression; I would never thank you enough
for what you did to me." The boys looked at each other amazed, but Patrick
continued: "Above all, I have taken the decision to help and care of you;
but I would like to go even further, if you want and you like me. but that
much depends on you." Patrick would have liked to continue saying: "I would
be the happiest man in the world, being your father; to adopt you as my
legal sons." But it seemed that the elder boy had his own problems and he
wanted both, not only the little one that he was sure needed a father
quickly. The boys could not believe what they were hearing; Ben with a sob
stood and putting his arms round Patrick's neck he hugged and kissed
him. John, more reserved, remained sat near the man. He tenderly separated
Ben and looked to John that seemed to be in some other place. He was
unsure; he did not trust on anybody; he had suffered too much in the hands
of other men. When they relaxed Patrick said: "Shall I assume that you
little imps accept?" Ben was the first to answer guessing the unsaid words:

"Yes, dad; no one would be a better father than you." John then sat very
close to Patrick and coldly said:

"Thanks for your intentions. I never had anyone who looked after me, let
alone a father that I never had. I must think all about this." Ben could
not believe what his friend was telling. What was going thru his mind? The
little boy thought.

"John, you can do whatever you think is the best for you; I will be waiting
for you anytime and anywhere to help you, no matter what decision you take;
however for our own safety, from now on, whenever there are strangers with
us, both of you should call me dad; you are my sons and I am your
father. Do you agree?"

"Yes dad." Ben said immediately. John nodded. Ben then said;

"Dad, you don't need to tell us your story, if you don't like,"

"I want to be fair with you, besides, it is necessary that you know the
story because I have promised it. They shrugged expecting he to continue:
"I don't know where I was born, that's a secret of my file that I did not
want to disclose; I was a good cracker and I had the opportunity to find
out by entering into the institution's archives." Those words put on guard
John, he now wanted more than anything to hear his protector. He had
mentioned the word "cracker", he had dreamed many times about to have the
intelligence to be one. "My first memories, like a flashback, go to the
orphanage, there was not a social houses; I remember that I liked to play
with a little girl, pulling down her plaits; probably I was five. I can
easily remember when I was given to a foster family to care of me; they
were a retired couple and sought a complement for their scarce
pensions. They explained me that when I met them I asked whether they were
my grand parents; they did not answered me, but some weeks later the woman
was very fond of me, probably I was good for them, and when I asked if she
was my Granny she said: "Yes, but don't ask that question to grandpa,
because that makes him sad as he reminds your dad." She showed me a
portrait of a young man that died in one of those stupid wars initiated by
politicians. They did well because my mates in the school always referred
them as my grandparents; a year later they adopted me as their grandson.

I was very fond of a middle-aged man, friend of my grandpa, which had a
fishing boat. Every summer I spent most of my time on board helping him, he
took me to a few times fishing. His son was an officer in the Navy and the
year I was ten he returned to San Diego and started living with him. He had
a daughter that was six months younger than I was; we immediately became
best friends. Since she was a little girl she wore nothing, except Speedos
like mine. I couldn't explain myself but I liked those slim legs, her blond
hair and especially her red lips. We were always together on board and
accompanied her granddad when he was fishing during the day. One of those
days, round midday, he said:

"Nora, Patrick, go under deck and get ready lunch; be careful with the
dishes because the sea is a little rough." As usual we flew and when were
in the narrow passage, the ship made a heavy roll and she dropped herself
into my chest; we blushed deeply, but after some seconds I put my palms on
her cheeks and I kissed her. We did not move; she then separated a little
from me, sighed and returned the kiss. I thought I would die of
happiness. I looked into those wonderful blue eyes and I said:

"I love you, Nora. I love you heaps." She looked at me smiling tenderly.

"I love you, too, Patrick; I have been waiting this since the first day we
met. When I see you coming to where I am it is even greater than when my
dad return after a long trip." We kissed again; I felt how my little pecker
was harder than ever, but I did not know why. That summer was great!" Ben
could observe how the man's eyes were blurred. He continued: "The following
year, just a few days before we travelled to California, I was eleven, my
grandpa explained me:

 "Patrick, you have made us the happiest old persons of the world; your
coming into our lives was the best thing that had happened to us after our
son.

 "I know that grandpa, you don't need to tell me that because I know how
much you have loved me. He insisted:

"You are now old enough to know something important; I don't know how to
say it to you, but we don't want to leave for a later time, you must know
the truth." He paused then he added: "Our son had not any children, so he
was not your father." He told me all about, then adding: ".but we could not
love anyone as we have loved you, including our son when he was your age."
They hugged and kissed me. I felt satisfied and never talked about that
subject again, mostly because my thoughts were in those lovely legs and
beautiful lips of Nora that were waiting for me. As soon as we arrived I
went to greet her; her eyes sparked when she saw me; we had grown a lot and
she now covered her tiny nipples with her bikini. The summer was like five
minutes for us with kissed and some rubs and caresses that we liked a
lot. When we returned home, my best friend's elder brother caught us
touching us; but instead of making a fuss of that, he smiled closed the
door and explained us all what he knew about sex: sucking, jerking, and
even licking a girl pussy. I remember that we felt it gross, but when he
left us, we sucked each other in a 69 position that we found terrible
good. Next summer was even greater; she had lovely little breasts that I
enjoyed massaging and sucking. Every night I had to jerk off a few times
before I could sleep. Her family had guessed our relationship but seemed to
have no problem because we were very discreet. Last day we cried together
for our farewell, in the last few minutes, when my family was saying
goodbye to his family into the house, instinctively we went into each other
arms and kissed in front of them, a love kiss. She separated from me and
run upstairs to her room; I did the same but to the car.

Next year when I was your age, John, we were deeply in love; she was
twelve, and taking an opportunity that her parents went to visit some
relatives, and her grandpa was at sea fishing, we made love for the first
time together during an unforgettable week." John then said

"Didn't you care she could have gotten pregnant?"

"To be honest I must tell you we did not think about that; fortunately she
had not yet the menstruation, it came only a month later. We shared
everything and our families were enchanted with our relationship; so her
parents permitted me to visit her and always were ready to look aside when
they saw us kissing. The time went by, and with a scholarship I went to the
capital city's university to become a senior electronic engineer. I ended
the first year with excellent qualifications, but in a few days, during a
very cold winter of the second year, my grandparents died. I felt very sad
and alone, so I sold out our properties and went to live in our little
house in California where Nora was living. I continued studding and working
there. When I was twenty-three we got married and went to live to
Baltimore. We both were engineers and went to work to an emerging computer
company; we worked hard and a few years later, that company was ours. We
earn a lot of money, we bought a large house and a boat; when she was
thirty our first son, Jack, was born; he was a lovely blond boy, like you
Ben, but I must recognize he was not as prettier as you are. Two years
later came Ben; he was like John or me, but with straight hair. We had all
what a family could wish: two beautiful boys and many friends.  We used to
fly to California for holidays and enjoy our near twelve metres boat. I had
enlarged a little bit my house that was near the beach, to room the
children. Two years ago we planned a trip to Europe to visit Ireland, my
wife's ancestors' origin. I returned after two weeks, the rest of the
family, my two sons, wife and her parents remained there; I never saw them
again alive. An aircraft accident in Scotchland killed them." Patrick could
not continue as his body shook in pain. Ben and John hugged him
tenderly. The little boy said:

"Please dad, we are here. We'll never leave you; promise." Ben was sobbing
as he had gone thru the same situation. Patrick hugged the two boys and
kissed their heads. They remained in silence contemplating the beauty of
Mother Nature. Ben then said:

"Dad, what shall we do?" He looked to the pretty boy as he had called him
dad as a natural moment. He pulled him to him.

"The first thing is to prepare a good lunch for these starved boys." He
ruffled their hair. But then John said:

"I think Ben asked you in a different way."

"I know sons. Well, I think we must discuss this carefully, but there is a
point that must be done the soonest as possible: it is to run away from
this State; I would say tomorrow. The man that attended me in the shop
probably will comment my situation to the police and it would not be
strange that they pay a visit to this place; I don't want to give any
explanations."

"I like your decision. We'll spend the last night in the hut." John said:
In that moment came into his memory the sex plays they carried out during
the night, he blushed and Patrick guessed the boy's concerns.

"Don't worry John, I heard you during your sex session, it is normal
between boys of your age, exploring each other is part of the life and it
means nothing." He could see the confusion in their eyes, especially in
Ben's. He continued: "As far as you do it in family, there will not be any
problem. By the way, forced or not you have been exposed to AIDS, therefore
the first thing we will do is to check that point." They looked each other
smirking. Ben said:

"We don't care about that, dad. Just two weeks before we ran away, all boys
in the orphanage and the social house were checked; we knew that only a
little boy of six was positive, infected by his own mother.

"From now on boys, we are a family, we must promise each other to be
sincere and honest with the others and never take a decision without
talking; sometimes some bad persons want to interfere in the lives of
others, causing a lot of pain and sorrow.

"I promise always to talk to you and Ben whenever I have a problem."

"Me, too." Said the younger boy.

"Alright then; tonight we will bath again because I want to clean the hut
after lunch and arrange it before our departure." Everything seemed alright
but Ben could not forget John's coldness and Patrick did not want to
interfere in the boys' life. They did as planned and before going to bed
Ben said:

"Dad, it is a lovely and warm evening and I want to go for a last walk thru
this beautiful place."  John looked at his adored friend; he felt
uncomfortable and could not explain himself why things were not well.

"Alright Ben, I'm sorry I can't go with you because my leg is hurting and I
don't want to force it since I'll need it tomorrow. John then said:

"May I accompany you, Ben?"

"You are always welcome, John." The boys left the hut and walked silently;
both knew what was going on but no one wanted to start. In normal
circumstances those moments would have been of hugs and kisses as they had
done during the past months. They sat on a dead tree near the trail and
looking to the West, after a silence John said near shouting:

"What's going on Ben? That man has absorbed you! You are not the same boy!
What the matter with you?" As Ben did not answer him, he furiously added:
"Go with him and fuck him and he fuck you!" He was near in tears in his
outburst. John just started to regret what he had said to his ever-best
friend, but his stubbornness prevented him to ask the beautiful boy to
forgive him. Ben kept silence; he sighed and answered his friend.

"Have you finished?" Ben asked in quiet and low voice, John did not
answered. Ben was not sobbing or crying but tears of sorrow and bitterness
flowed thru his eyes, he never expected such behaviour from his
friend. Looking to the approaching sunset he said: "John, I have loved you,
I love you and will love you forever with all my heart. You have just
deeply hurt me; I am not and never was a whore-boy. I did not have sex with
you; we made love because that is what I felt for you, truly love." John's
eyes were blurred and he tried to stop Ben talking, but the younger boy
raised his hand and interrupted him. "Please, let me finish as I did to
you." John bitted his lower lip with impotence as the blond boy
continued. "We have physically hurt Patrick by causing him serious wounds;
what I did could have killed him, only a centimetre far from his femoral
vein; and all because I thought he had killed my best friend, my John." The
elder boy's soul never had felt a pain like this caused by the last words
of Ben. "However risking his own life he saved yours thanking God and
kissing your forehead when he realised you were alive. Isn't that great? He
gave us his hand to rescue us by offering even a home and a father. I must
remind you that he had us tied and at his mercy, and the only thing that he
did was kissing our foreheads with love; yet a word from him could take us
back to that horrible house; however he is endangering himself to save
us. How have you responded? You did with coldness to him and treating me as
a whore. You are unfair John, very unfair! Patrick has not absorbed me
because I was ready to support you, even to follow you back to the
orphanage if you asked me, because you are the brother that I never had;
and a brother should never hurt his own brother." He stood and added: "I
understand you but you don't understand me." He started slowly to walk to
the hut; he had said the last words in a husky voice near to start
crying. John felt how his heart broke and started to cry softly. He then
exclaimed:

"Please, Benny, please, don't leave me!" That was the first time he could
remember he was really crying without any physical punishment. Ben was to
spin, but he continued his slow walk back to the hut, leaving John with his
remorse. He dried out his tears and entered into the hut; Patrick was
cleaning his leg's wound; he looked to the young boy and guessed what had
happened; however he did no make any comment. On contrary he asked the boy
to help him.

"Please son, brig me the hot water pot." Ben did and when he approached to
the man, he could see the bluish trace of the femoral vein millimetres from
the wound.

"I could have killed you, dad." Patrick extended out his hand and took
Ben's palm and placed a kiss on it, saying.

"But you did not do it, so please, forget it; this kiss clear your hand of
any sin because your heart was as clean as gold can be." Ben kissed
Patrick's cheek goodnights for the first time and went under the covers.

Chapter 3 - Tears of sorrow

Patrick wanted to ask about John but he rejected the idea. Some minutes
later he finished with his leg and arm. It was near dark and a full moon
was shining spreading its pale bright like milk on the trees. He took a
piece of wood as a stick and went outside trying to find the elder boy.
After a few minutes walking, he heard some noise, like low cries and some
intelligible words, he stopped walking, he sat down on the soft floor and
waited; half an hour later the sobs died down, could hear nothing; then he
called: "John! John!" The boy heard him and jumped to where he was."
Please, help me!" The boy immediately helped Patrick; he put the man's arm
round his shoulders and assisted him on walking. He was going to ask him
but Patrick then said: "Don't you know that there are wolves in this area?"
The boy patted the man back and said:

"Yes I know, but I am a tiger and I scare them." They kept silence for a
few moments then John stopped, he looked into the man's eyes and then bend
his head ashamed: "Patrick, if you accept me as your son I will be very
happy accepting you as my father and Ben as my brother."  A new silence and
the boy continued. "However, above all, I have to ask you to forgive me
because I have offended you in front of Ben and I am terrible sorry,
ashamed and regretful for what I said to him." The teenager paused and
Patrick did no brake the silence. "I don't know why I have hurt him so
badly, especially after what you have done to us and." He couldn't continue
because his young body convulsed and started crying. The man hugged him
very tight to his chest while softly rubbed his back. After a few minutes
Patrick, without separating the boy from him said:

"Thank you John for accepting me. I have nothing to forgive you because for
a real father his sons' offence does not count. In what Ben is concerned,
the problem must be solved between yourselves. I believe he is a great boy,
he loves you and nothing will please him more than you being his future
brother."

"Thank you for you support.father." Patrick patted the boy back.

"I told you there is not need you calling me father or dad except when we
are with strangers; the time will decide." The boy hugged the man and a
couple of minutes later they entered in the hut; John could not but to look
the laying boy, his Benny. "What a fool and stupid I have been." He thought
as he went under the covers near Ben noticing his little love was
dressed. He kissed his silky hair and in a whisper said: "Goodnight my
Benny, have sweet dreams." John couldn't sleep; his head was a hell reeling
again and again what has happened during the evening and he blamed himself:
"My God! How could I have been so stupid? So unfair? So dishonest to them?
Am I fool or mad?" Questions like those he repeated to himself hundreds
times during the night. Near dawn he finally got asleep. After what he
thought seconds Ben pushed his shoulder.

"That evening while Ben was full of sorrow and John fighting his remorse,
in NY was taking place the lottery draw with an accumulated prize of near
$120 millions. Half of the country was glued to the TV set to know who
would be the lucky person/s. The machine started moving and one by one the
six hard wooden balls dropped into the basket, the final combination:
1-2-3-46- 48-49. Many mouths shouted "fucking numbers." After some minutes
of publicity a lovely girl announced there was only one random three
dollars bet with all numbers. In the first page of all news papers in the
country was the news: "Who's the owner?"

After what he thought seconds Ben pushed his shoulder.

"Come on, lazy, it is time to get up." John rubbed his eyes and could see
the beautiful angel face near him. He jumped and went to pee and wash his
hands and face. A new day has just started that would mark their lives
forever. They had cleaned and tided the hut, Patrick brought all necessary
from the car and John prepared a huge breakfast that they ate gladly. The
sun was rising over the far peaks when they closed the hut's door. Patrick
then asked the children.

"I can't fully drive, so I need your help. John, did you ever drive?"

"I'm sorry; I never had such a opportunity." Ben then near shouted:

"Dad, I can do it, my father used to sit me on his lap and I drove our car
many times."

"Alright, we'll do it here; this is an automatic car; since my right leg
can work I'll be in charge of the brakes and accelerator." All three sat in
the front seat, Ben between Patrick's legs, a few seconds later the car
started moving ahead; they turned on the right and headed forward on the
paved and narrow road. The road climbed smoothly to the mountains, then
went flat for a few miles; they were very high because the temperature was
chilly outside; after some miles of flat grounds, suddenly the winding road
started down and after some minutes, they reached a plateau overlooking a
small valley. Patrick pushed down on the brake pedal and the car stopped;
John then gladly shouted.

"That is the most beautiful place I have ever seen! They could see the
little valley with a silver stream that beamed from the distance as the
sun's light hit it.

"Yes, it is a beautiful place. Let's continue." The car slowly moved down
road where very tall trees formed near a cave over the road; suddenly the
car rode over a flat meadow and entered in a lovely wide and not very deep
river of crystal icy water. A wooden bridge crossed it, and as the car was
entering on it, an advertisement showed: "Thanks for your visit to our
State"; they smiled because as they reached the other side, a new one was
written: "Welcome to the State of." They had crossed the border and from
now on they were out of reach of the State's police where they had been
imprisoned. The boys looked into each other eyes and sighed. Ben drove the
car to the wide riverbank where a little beach clearly signalled the water
limit reached just the day before; it showed a clean stoned surface. They
parked the car under a big tree.

"We'll spend the day here; tomorrow we'll continued our trip." Patrick
said.

"Where shall we go, dad? Ben asked.

"I have checked on the road map; from here to the next town, Richmond
Peaks, there is a long distance; we must go thru the near highest points of
these chain of mountains, therefore we'll need half of the day to reach the
town. In two months time, that will be impossible; this area probably will
be with a few metres of snow on it. I still have a little bit of money
left, not much, but sufficient to feed two starved boys during a few
days. My plans are to continue to the capital city; I don't think it will
be difficult for me to find a job there; then we'll agree what to do. You
should continue going to school as Jack and Ben Melton, my sons, if you
agree, of course.  Nobody knows us so we can start a new life as a family."
Forgetting the previous night events the boys looked at each other and as
if the same thing moved them they hugged the man waist.  John then said:

"I agree. dad. Thanks again." Ben heard John's words and his heart jumped
with happiness, he sighed. Patrick pulled the boys to him and hugged
them. They retrieved from the car the blankets and two towels, then Ben
asked:

"Dad, we are alone here, besides it is coming hot. Can we swim in the river
and stay naked?"  The man smiled, obviously they had been living in the
wilderness of the mountains as two red skins and they missed it.

"This is a free country and as far as you don't hurt anyone you can do
whatever you like; however, we need some wood to make a fire, because now
it is warm, but as soon as the sun disappear we'll need it." A few metres
further on the riverbank, there was a very large dry log that had not been
touched by the recent river increase, probably dragged and dropped there
during some big flood. The boys went inside the forest and soon returned
with wood enough to spend three nights on the beach. "It is enough, please
place it near the large log, so we can do the fire without endanger the
forest." The boys started to undress leaving their clothes on the car; soon
they were naked, run and jumped into the water, they stayed during a few
minutes, but soon they came out of it.

"God, it is ice!" Ben exclaimed. They lay down on the sand warmed by the
hot sun. They were facing each other, their lips blue and trembling, but
comforted by the warm sun; they were so close that their nose could
rub. Ben looked at his brother and lover: "I am happy, John. We have found
a father and in front of me I have the most beautiful brother I could have"
John extended out his arm and rubbed Ben's smooth face; he knew what he was
thinking and he wanted to get an end and kiss and hug him.

"I love you, Benny; seeing you happy is more than what I expected. I don't
think I would have loved more a brother than I love you. It is hard for me
to call him dad because I never had a one, but I think I'll love him Ben. I
would give my life if I could stop the Earth running and going back to the
moment I told you those horrible words." He paused and Ben did not
interrupt him. "I couldn't sleep last night reeling and reeling it in my
mind and I still don't understand why I did that." Ben touched John's
trembling lips as he continued: "Please Ben, could you forgive me? I'll do
anything you ask me. Please forgive me!" Ben dragged the lad's face to him
and they kissed.  John was sobbing."

"John, the night has also been terrible for me. As soon as I left you my
mind had forgiven you because I love you, I wanted you near me; cuddled
into your arms; I missed your giggles, your jokes and your kisses; however
my soul rejected that; it was hurt and bleeding with the tremendous and
undeserved blows." John kissed his loved boy's palm as Ben caressed his
face. "I'll tell you a little tale:

""Once upon time in China, there was a little boy called Chun-Li, he helped
his father on making beautiful chinaware for the king. He went into his
wizard friend's cave and asked him: "Gun- Chen, can I see my soul?" The old
man answered: "No, you can't see your own soul, but I'll show you some of
another boy." With a gold key he opened a beautiful box and extracted a
delicate vase as he continued: " It contains all the feelings of love of
this boy, it is magical and cannot be destroyed." The boy said: "It is a
beautiful vase but still has defects, I suppose that with a hammer can be
destroyed." The wizard smiled: "The perfection does not exist Chun-Li, only
God is perfect, and if you want, you can try to destroy it." The boy
rejected the idea because it was a beautiful object, an artwork and he knew
a lot about it. The man added: "Only can be broken into pieces by one of
the feelings living inside." The boy then asked: "Can it be repaired?" The
man answered: "Yes by restoring each piece to his original place,
especially if it is done by the feeling that broke it, and when it is
finished the vase magically will become a more beautiful one because it
contains the repented feeling." The boy then said: "But that might take
some time to restore it."  The man smiled: "Yes, but if the feeling thinks
it is worthwhile, he will gladly do it." The boy smiled, kissed the wizard
and left the magic cave.""

Ben then looked to his friend and continued: "I can order o try to my mind
to change the way it is thinking, but my soul is out of reach, it will take
some time to heal and repair the damage it has suffered." John reached
Ben's cheeks and tenderly kissed his lips.

"I'll repair your soul brick after brick until it shines like a full moon,
even if I have to spend my whole life in this task. I love you Benny, I
love you." They approached their faces and kissed again. When they
separated, Ben said:

"You have already put the first brick, I don't think you will need a long
time to finish your task."  They smiled and their lips joined in a long wet
kiss. John then looked down and could see their dicks were hard, he
extended his hand and wrapped the little boy cock in his fingers pulling up
and down the foreskin a few times. Ben moaned in pleasure as gasps escaped
from his throat.

"Let's go into the forest." Ben said. They stood and run into the
trees. Patrick saw the two hot boys with their erected cocks dangling hands
entwined running to the forest.

"Sons!" he shouted smiling, "don't go too far." Ben answered:

"Oh, don't worry dad. We are wild red-skins." Only within a few metres into
the forest, John dragged his new brother to him and the teenager embraced
the young blond very tight, their mouth met and tongues swirled inside
their mouths. A thick layer of leaves as a soft bed covered the land. They
lay on it and soon were engaged in a passionate kiss. They went into a 69
position until their young bodies got rigid, stopped breathing and John
started spurting his little load of semen into his new brother's
mouth. "John, do you want to fuck my butt? Ben asked.

"I am not sure, Ben. We'll do if you like it or just as an experience; but
that must be done in a quiet surrounding, it needs some preparation,
otherwise I may hurt you and I don't want to hurt you in any way during my
life; in any case you must do it to me first."

"Why?"

"Because I want you to experiment it. I have fucked other boys but in those
cases they were gays and liked it. I don't think you are gay." Ben then
suddenly jumped on top of his friend and both started wrestling.

"Maybe I am not gay but I like a lot to rub our dicks together." He said
between gasps. They wrestled during a few minutes on the soft floor until
their cocks again were harder than rocks.  John pinned Ben down and looked
into those eyes that he loved; they kissed and started moving up and down;
cocks rubbing against each other mixed with precum that made slippery their
crotches. After a few minutes that lovely warm sensation came near at the
same time to both; John spurted his white load on Ben's belly and he
pressed down his dick with a loud groan. After that, they remained quiet
for a few minutes with their flaccid boyhoods stick to their bellies. Ben
stood and said: "You will fuck my butt if you can catch me!" Saying that,
he run to the river followed by the elder boy. Ben jumped into the cold
water followed by John that could not catch him during their run. They
spent the day playing in the woods and having a great time in the river;
Patrick looked at them happily as his memories went to his late sons; he
sighed; however he was happy because the future brothers had found their
reconciliation; he would never know the words the had caused tears in the
children. They ate the reminder of the food he had bought, except four
chocolate tablets and a package of bread slices. They prepared the fire and
lighted it. Patrick thought that it would be advisable to sleep dressed
since they only had the blankets and the fire. In that moment John said
looking into his adored boy blue eyes, but for Patrick to hear:

"Last night I committed an unforgivable sin offending both of you. Please,
once more I ask for your forgiveness." Ben and Patrick did not expect such
a public declaration of guiltiness and they felt shaken. Ben hugged and
kissed his friend and Patrick pushed the boy to his chest.  Then he said:

"If you don't mind, let's forget the incident."

"Yes, let's forget it. Ben added, and both children again hugged; John sat
between them and said:

"Thank you brother, thank you father. To complete the day I'll tell my part
of our story." Ben had forgotten it and was taken aback, however he did not
argue. John started:

"I don't have any memories out of the orphanage; I always fought to be the
first and to survive in that jungle. When I was ten I went for the first
time to the great boss' house; they initiated me on sex and I honestly must
say that I enjoyed it. As Ben said, that prevented that elder boys abused
me." He paused to order his memories while Ben took his had in his
encouraging to continue as he did. "Yes, that was the first time we
met. When I saw Benny, my angel, I could only think to love him, to be near
him, to protect him. I had never experienced such tenderness toward anyone;
I had never been rude to younger or even my age pals, but when I wanted to
have sex I never asked if they liked it or not, this was the first time
that I did. I had been raised in that hard atmosphere like animals in the
wild jungle where they had to fight for the daily survival. I ignored why
he impacted so great on me; it was absolutely new to me that feeling.  We
spent the night cuddled into each other arms until we heard the bell
ringing the following morning. From that date on, we were inseparable
buddies, except during classes. We were the happiest boys in the orphanage
and whenever we could, and that was very often, we slid into that secret
place and we enjoyed our love, we kissed and sucked each other during
hours, especially during the weekends." Ben laughed loudly.

"We were insatiable."

"Yes, that's true. One day one of the guards called me apart, and told me
that the Great-boss wanted Ben in his bed to fuck him during next
weekend. I told him that neither he nor the Great- boss would touch my
angel; I would never consent on that. He argued that the man was very
powerful and that he could do whatever he liked, he added: "John you have
always been reasonable, what would you do? Going to the police? You well
know he is above the police or the judicial authorities in this State; no
one will move a single finger to help you." I recognized he was right. That
guard was a good man and never treated boys with bad manners, except when
he was forced to. I knew could not fight against GB as we called him in the
orphanage that some boys translated for "the great Bastard; so I suggested
him: "Tell GB that I would go in his place and I would do whatever he
likes, but he has to promise me that he will never touch Ben." I knew the
strong compromise that I was assuming, but I could not bear in my mind the
picture of my angel being raped by that old man. I had been there before a
few times, but he and his colleagues sucked us and we sucked or jerked them
off, that's all. No, definitely no! I was thinking this when I heard the
guard saying: "Alright, I'll tell him, you are a pretty boy too, perhaps he
accepts your offer, I would do myself without any doubt, but I like women
not boys; on the other hand you know he's generous."

Some days later, the guard called me for a walk, when we were in the little
forest where no one could hear us, he said: "John, he has accepted your
proposal, however, besides handsome you are a good boy and I want to help
you. This man is very clever so you must be cleverer than he is. I would
bet my soul that he wanted you right from the beginning rather than your
little friend, but he has used a trick to get you; he knows everything
about this place. I know him and am absolutely sure that if you rejected
his offer he would have taken your little blonde." He paused, I felt
furious but I could do nothing; he resumed: "When he is alone with a boy,
like this time, he performs his nights with some ritual; a first part to
give you pleasure, and the second and third for himself. Never give him
more than he asks; never answer his questions; if you don't like, it is not
part of the deal; you must stand without complaining. In the second part,
he will spank and fuck you. He enjoys your pains so you must exaggerate
them without him knowing it. He will use Vaseline for himself, but not for
you; so before he starts the second session you must go to the bathroom
with some excuse; let's say to clean yourself; he adores cleanness. Behind
the mirror I'll place this little tube; it contains something similar to
Vaseline but has an added property to diminish your pains; use it in your
butt" He kept silence for a moment, then he continued: "You may ask
yourself why I do this, well. I hate him and what he does; but a word from
him could send me to the hot chair; besides not liking it I don't deserve
it because I am innocent; but that's an old and long story. Moreover, he
has hundreds millions of dollars to bribe people and to pay us. Please, get
ready next Friday after dinner, but remember: you must be more intelligent
than he is." I gave an excuse to Ben and I was taken blinded to the GB's
house."

As John was speaking Ben felt how his eyes blurred thinking on those
days. John bent his head and continued: "When I recovered my sight saw I
was in a room similar to a dungeon but luxury furnished. A strong man
ordered me to get naked showing where the bathroom was. A few minutes
later, GB appeared with a black leather mask covering his face, leaving
free the yes, mouth and nose. I had seen him before, so I was not
surprised. He pulled me down on the bed with him and we made a 69; I felt
revulsion to take his cock into my mouth, but a deal was a deal; he was a
professional and soon gasps and moans came from my throat as my body
responded what my brains rejected. He stopped a few times when I was near
my orgasm to prolong my pleasure. We resumed our mutual sucking until I
reached my climax within a few minutes. I did not know if I gad to continue
sucking him, but the disgust made me to take my mouth out of his cock when
he was near his orgasm. He then asked me why I had done that, I told him
that the night had just started and he needed to reserve for better, later
on. He applauded me and said: "You are very clever. I'll come back in a
minute." When he disappeared I entered in the bathroom, washed my mouth and
put the cream into my butt as deeper as possible, it felt very cold inside
me." John kept silence for a moment and Patrick asked:

"Was someone else in the room?"

"No. But the strong man was outside the door, just in case I tried to
leave. Some minutes elapsed and the man returned; he sat on a chair and
ordered me to lie on his lap so my butt was up; he professionally massaged
and caressed my butt cheeks and I must say my penis started getting hard
when suddenly he started spanking me; his hand descended against my bare
flesh; first not very hard but after a few slaps he hit me harder and
harder; I yelped in pain exaggerating it, screaming and pleading to stop; I
felt his hard cock pushing against my belly, mine was soft. When my butt
was red and hot he took me to the bed, put a pillow under my crotch and
without any more preparation he entered the total of his cock into me in a
single thrust. I screamed as if he had destroyed me inside, that excited
him and furiously he started fucking me until he reached his
climax. Fortunately the cream had worked and pain was not so hard, but he
did not know it. When he recovered he got out of me saying: "You are a good
boy John, you have done super up to now; your little boy must be proud of
you." I did not answer; he left, and his words brought me the beautiful
face of my angel. I entered in the bathroom and had a shower; I felt pain
in my pucker as I touched it, it was sore. I put the rest of the cream in
order to prevent future pain; then I went to the bed to wait for the man.

He did not come immediately, instead the strong guard entered; he put me
something like iron handcuffs in my ankles and wrists, then he fixed my
feet to the floor and my hands to a pulley on the ceiling. The great man
appeared naked as usual, his cock was hard again and he ordered the man to
start; he knew his job. He got a long whip and in seconds I felt the
terrible pain on my back as the whip hit my body; I screamed in pain as if
I were being killed; again another stroke, another.I then thought in the
pretty face of my angel, it comforted me because I knew he would not suffer
those terrible moments; I wondered how many lashes I received.  After some
time, I saw how the excited man groaned on the thick-carpeted floor as he
spurted wads of semen on himself. The session had finished. Two men took
him away, another one came to untie me. I was near unconscious as I heard
saying: "You have been a very brave boy; better than anyone before." He
held me in his arms and took me to a bed in an adjacent room.  Another
person dressed in a white robe entered, and after cleaning my wounds, he
applied something and the pain disappeared. They gave me a glass of sweet
lemonade that I drank because I felt thirsty; probably it was a narcotic
because I woke up on Sunday morning. I had discomfort but not pain; I saw a
large breakfast waiting for me in a small table. I still was naked; I put
on a white robe that had been placed on the bed and I devoured
everything. GB entered covered with his mask, this time I fixed on his
mouth and I appreciated a little scar on his upper lip. He then said: "You
have been very good John, one of the best I ever had, so I want to reward
you. These two parcels contain two sets of very expensive clothes for
youngsters, one for you and another for your lover." He opened mine,
extracted the jeans and with a small knife he unfastened one leg folder,
then he said: "This is for you." He took five hundred dollars notes and put
them into the folder; so it was very difficult to find them. "I have
ordered that as soon as you are recovered, you and your friend will
immediately be transferred to the Social House; if you need something from
me, in the pocket I have put you a sheet with the instructions to follow."
I felt obliged to say "Thank you sir, if you need me." But he interrupted
me saying: "I am a perverted man, but not a cruel one, I never repeat this
action on the same boy." He left.

"That evening round midnight the strong man came and wrapped me in the
white robe and we walked to a hidden garage, he blinded me again and an
hour later the car stopped in front of the service gate of the orphanage;
after removing the bandage from my eyes we walked into the infirmary, a man
dressed as a MD asked: "Is this the boy?" "Yes" He answered. They pulled me
on the bed; he examined the wounds and applied something that I could not
see. I had had already dinner, but at that time I was hungry again, so he
asked me whether I wanted to eat something and I answered yes; he brought
me a large tray full of fruit, sandwiches and a bottle of milk. I ate until
I was full and drifted to sleep. I started thinking what I would say to
Ben, if I could see him, he probably was upset; some minutes later I was
rock asleep. I heard a nurse entering in the room; with my eyes still near
closed but could see the daylight, she raised the sheet and commented near
in a murmur: "Poor little boy; if there is a God, that bastard should burn
in the hell." I grinned. Some time later she brought me a huge breakfast
and after I finished that entered the guard that helped me: "How was it,
John? You don't need to tell me." Thanks for your help and the cream, it
helped some, I answered." He ruffled my hair: "Alright boy; I must warn
you, that for everybody, you are here with some infection and can't see
anyone until you are cured." I felt my heart broken because I wanted to see
Ben; he guessed my thoughts and added: "however you won't transmit the
infection to a friend." He opened the door and Ben entered, he had been
already instructed." In that moment Ben pressed John's hand.

"Yes, but no one had told me about your wounds, only that I should not tell
anyone that I had seen you."

"He came to my bed and immediately tried to hug me, I groaned in pain when
he pushed his hand on my back. He raised the sheet and with tears in his
eyes he said: "Who has dared to do this to you? Why? Where? I extended out
my hand and rubbed his cheeks wiping his tears. He took my palm and kissed
it and placed it on his chest over his heart. Near in a whisper I said: "I
can't tell you right now, please, don't ask me." He approached his face to
me and kissed me on the lips mixing the salty flavour of his tears. "I'll
answer your question in due course." He looked at me and in the same
whisper he said; "I love you John, I missed you." "I love you, too Benny."
After a while we changed the subject and started joking; he slipped his
hand under the cover and found my dick that was erected since he appeared
in the room; I had no underwear because it rubbed my wounds. Grinning he
wrapped his hand round it and started moving in/out, I gasped and I told
him to stop because I knew what would happen, but the rascal continued and
I tried to muffled my moans; with wicked smile he looked at me and saw how
I gritted my teeth, closed my eyes and stopped breathing as the most
wonderful feeling swept thru my body; with a gasp I fell on the pillow
breathing heavily. I had experienced the most extraordinary orgasm up to
that date. He extracted his hand from under the cover and I could see how
he licked his palm with his tongue; he looked at the door and then
approached his face to me; he kissed me introducing his tongue into my
mouth. I felt the well-known flavour on my semen; he retrieved saying:
"Congratulations, you little man." I could not resist the temptation; in a
quick move I dragged him to me and kissed his lips and round all his
beautiful face." A cough called our attention and the guard entered: "I'm
sorry boys, but Ben must leave now." We looked devastated at him: "Alright
you can stay for five minutes more, I'm finishing my guard and I don't want
problems." He thought for a moment, then he added: "Ben, tonight when
lights are down, slip as if you were going to pee; come here, I'll let you
in, then you can sleep together; but you must promise me to be in your bed
before the bell rings, so no one can suspect." We sighed and he went out;
Ben then kissed me a quick peck on the lips and left.

Chapter 4 - The run away

"Ben came at the agreed time; in spite of my pains, we kissed, loved and
did whatever two boys in love could do in a single bed and in that
situation. When we were exhausted we drifted to sleep, he cuddled into my
arms. The guard woke us up at dawn before the bell rang and Benny left
after kissing me. We followed the same procedure until the following
Friday; I felt quite well, my wounds had near healed and I was anxious to
return to my duties, however, before I left, the guard took me apart: "John
I must warn you; within a few days, probably next week, both of you will be
transferred to the Social House, he had discovered part of your tricks and
probably, even admiring you, he will seek revenge and Ben will be his
target; he has a very pretty face, so I recommend you to be alert. He has
all means available even the kidnapping and making him to disappear if
necessary." I trembled as in my mind pictured my beautiful friend been
raped, left at a hospital's door with his guts torn, bleeding and near
dead. "Thanks, we'll try to be careful." He then added: "The police have
hundreds of outstanding unresolved cases of this sort." I had presumed that
but I thought it would take some time; so happily we joined the rest of our
mates; the closet gathered near me and hugged carefully because Benny had
informed them. We took over again the job on the laundry store where we had
a bed for us. After diner and finishing duties, we locked the door and in
seconds we were naked under the covers kissing desperately as if there was
no tomorrow. After three or four wonderful climaxes we were exhausted but
our dicks still requesting actions; Benny cuddled between my arms and
started playing with my curled hair." Ben looked at him and to Patrick and
grinned:

"I love that during a relaxing time and you should not lie because you well
like it." John chuckled.

"I didn't say anything otherwise." He gave a peck to him as he continued:
"I feared Benny questions because I didn't want he felt we were in danger;
but also I knew that behind that pretty face there was a high intelligence
and determination, so I could not hide anything to him; he would find
out. So softly he said: "John, as far as I know, you haven't done anything
wrong, please, who and why did those terrible things to you?" I doubted for
a moment, and then I said: "Do you really want to know it? There is no
point now that it is over." Ben sighed. "No matter if that hurts me or not,
I would have wanted to share your pain, so please don't hide anything." I
couldn't do anything but kiss him. "GB did it. He forced me to have
pleasure by sucking my cock; he spanked me until my bum was hot and then
with a single thrust he raped me; I felt as if he had introduced an iron
bar in my guts in spite I had put some cream in it, secretly provided by
our guard's friend, otherwise probably I would have bled abundantly; then
he and his assistant trapped me like a prisoner in a dungeon, and whipped
me until I was near unconscious, that was the peak moment when he
climaxed. Ben then said: "You are strong, but how could you resist that?
Why didn't you shout out asking for helps?" I chuckled, you near got upset;
do you remember Benny?"

"Yes, I did not expect your terrible answers."

"I'll continue." Patrick hugged the boy encouraging him to take off from
his mind those terrible moments; that would surely make him to forget them
in his future life. "There was no point to ask for help; I knew that was an
isolate place with thick and soundproof walls. I resisted because I try to
see your face in my mind, you comforted me, you healed my pain; I thought
it was worthwhile the punishment if I saved you from receiving part of it."
I stopped and saw the wide blue eyes looking into mine, tear dropping on
the pillow; with a sob he then said: "Do you mean that you received that
hard punishment to save me from it? That I was the target?" Yes, at least
that was what I thought. I could have said no, but he knew that I loved you
and that I had to accept a "full treatment" as he called it, otherwise they
will take you and I couldn't bear that; so I accepted. You can't doubt that
he would have carried out his threat." He cuddled even tighter to me and he
sobbed. I kissed him round his face, his shoulders everywhere until he
calmed down. After half an hour of quietness he raised his beautiful eyes
and we kissed tenderly, very tenderly, then our tongues mixed and we soon
forgot our sorrows and started again making love, he sucked me and I sucked
him and when I released my little load into his mouth he recovered his
original position and we kissed again sharing the flavour of my semen.
Then I said: "Partially I deceived GB, not in the thrashing part, though, I
exaggerated the screams and that lead him to have his climax before he
expected. He said I had been very good and wanted to reward me; please
bring me my jeans." Benny got out of the bed to take my jeans, I could
appreciate his glistening erected penis still wet from my saliva and that
beautiful bum of him; all was perfect and I loved those moments watching
his body. When I got my trousers I unfolded that part and extracted the
five hundred dollars. He wide opened his beautiful eyes. "John, that's a
lot of money! What are we going to do?" I smiled and I hugged him very
tight: "To run away as soon as we are in the social house. That was also a
present from him and he always comply his words, the guardian told me
yesterday that probably next week we will be transferred." He looked at me
and we kissed again. "But still there is bad news Benny, not urgent but bad
ones." He looked at me puzzled." Our friend has told me that the GB had not
discarded the idea of fucking your butt, so that we must be alert, be
always together, especially during the weekends." His beautiful face got
sad and looking at me saying: "All of our sufferings and problems because
we have pretty faces, I hate my face; I would like to change it." I looked
at him and I said: "You should not regret about what you were gifted,
thanks to your pretty face I started to love you and discover the greatest
soul I ever met; the pretty face within some years will fade out but not
your soul that will last for ever." At that point Ben looked at John and to
Patrick and said:

"Those words went very deep inside me, and I have wondered if they came
from your mind or you had learnt from some book." John grinned.

"I have not read many books of poetry, perhaps I'll do in the future. Let
me finish. Ben then asked me what we would do. "To run away, we must get
out of this State and then go to the police and show my scars; at least an
investigation could be open and find out all what is going on here." Ben
looked at me with doubt. "You are silly; they will never let's run away."
"Remember what the guardian told us, we must be cleverer than they are." We
spent that night and a few others planning it until we received the order;
they transferred us to the social house.  We worked harder than ever, our
qualifications were brilliant, Ben started translating some text from
German to English and I helped in the computer room, but we were alert; we
had prepared our backpack hidden with our best clothes just in case we find
out something suspicious, but seemed that the GB had forgotten us; but one
of our friends overheard the word "cute" to a guard signalling to us.

 From that day we took some measures, we slept in different places; and
especially during the weekends we exchanged beds with our closet friends
alerting them too. Summer was near and a programmed visit to the
Anthropological Museum, I told Ben that would be the day "d"; we discussed
for hours the plan until we both agreed. That day we wore double clothes
and took with us our anoraks; fortunately that day announced rain so that
fact did not rose any suspicious. In the museum when they were more
concentrated on some explanations we sneaked out; one of the group's
teacher asked us where we were going, I told him we needed to pee. He said
to hurry up, but instead we went directly to the main entrance walking
normally; our hearts were racing at maximum speed. I asked to a policeman
that was guarding the entrance, where the Memorial was and he kindly
informed us. As soon as we were in the street we run a fast as we could on
the opposite direction and to the rail station; once in there we were
exhausted, we bought two bottles of water and some hot dogs and ran to the
commercial side.  Far we saw a merchandise train that was started to move;
we did not doubt, we hided between some big crates near the track and when
the train was moving we jumped into the only wagon that was not flat, the
last one. We closed the sliding gate and hided between some cotton bales.
The wagon was near full of tools and cotton bales. "I hope this goes to the
South, I would like to reach the sunny California." The train gained speed
and the night came, fortunately Ben had a flashlight and we could arrange a
bed to sleep within the bales; we cuddle into each other arms, we kissed
and tired we drifted to sleep. The dawn appeared and to our disappointment
we could see the sun was rising on our right. Round mid morning the trains
stopped in a small station and we decided to leave it. We walked and could
see the great mountains covered with wild forests.  In the village we
bought some food and we decided to walk into the forest, there, we thought,
would more difficult to find us. We walked all day until we found a
beautiful little valley and we decided to stay there. Not far we saw a hut
in a clear of the forest and Ben said: "We can stay here, it is warm and we
can make a fire." What about if we live as in the jungle? "You mean naked?
"Yes, as Tarzan and his son of the old pictures." "Lovely" Benny agreed. We
got naked and bathed in the stream."

"What beautiful days were those first weeks!" Ben said. Patrick looked at
him.

"Were they? He then continued speaking instead of John.

"Yes. We felt free and far away from that horrible place out of GB's reach;
we played, as we had never done before; we did to pirates, to gunmen,
always naked since it was summer. We did not think on anything; during the
night we would cuddled into each other arms and most of the nights we made
love until we were exhausted without caring if anyone could hear our moans.
When we needed food we walked to the little town and bought what we wanted;
but one day our happiness ended as we could see the money had gone and we
were hungry. We explored the surroundings and made little robberies of food
from the scattered cottages that we found while their owners were away." In
this moment John took the thread:

"Yes I felt responsible and I was furious because we were trapped. We knew
the border with the other State was not very far, we could cross it and we
would have been free, but the problem was that there was a very long
distance between the border and the next town, besides we had to cross thru
very high mountains. That should have been done the first days when we had
money and food." Ben interrupted him.

"You should not blame yourself because it was me who decided to stay
there."

"Any way, I'll continue: We were hungry, we found some wild fruits and ate
them without caring about. We went to the hut and took a pot and made some
broth with the fruits and some herbs.  In that moment I regretted a lot not
to have paid attention two our teachers when they suggested us to join the
scouts. We ate that and I don't know what happened, probably the herbs or
the fruits, we don't know. We lost conscience, at least during more than
twenty-four hours; we crapped on the floor and what was the worst, we raped
each other as animal. I did not notice anything except a little sore in my
pucker, but Benny's butt was sore and with signals of my semen. We hugged
and kissed and I asked him to forgive me; he grinned and said: "Probably we
liked it, don't we?" As usual this little rat made me happy. We saw that
the weather was changing and we discussed what action to take; it could be
any, except coming back to the orphanage. We agreed to have a good bath the
following morning in the stream and to go to the town and ask at the
salvation army something to eat; then catch a train to the North, so we
could leave the State, In that moment we heard you parking the car and how
you descended and stumbled as if you were drank. The rest is well known by
you." John bent his head and a silent followed. Patrick pulled both boys to
him and kissed their hair. He then said:

"I think it is enough. I promise you will never be hungry again and will
have a roof over your heads." They prepared to sleep, Patrick knew the boys
needed to talk after what they had gone thru the previous night, and so he
suggested: "Better you sleep together, if you like; I am tired and I want
to sleep." Ben looked at John and he moved his head negatively, but Ben
said:

"Alright dad; we still don't want to sleep, we are not very tired." Ben
took one of the blankets and extended it near the fire a couple of metres
from Patrick's back. The young boy took some more pieces of wood and tossed
them to the flames. The fire even revived, it was hot near them, so he took
his clothes off immediately followed by John; and then they lay on the
blanket, their noses near touching. John whispered smiling.

"You are a liar little imp. We are tired and I wanted to be near him." Ben
smiled as he extended his hand and took John's cock in his hand.

"Who is the liar?" They grinned and their lips joined in a long and wanted
wet kiss. They broke the kiss, Ben caressed John's cheeks, then kissed him
a peck and scooted down starting sucking his nipples, his navel and finally
his balls. John squirmed in delight.

"Benny. I. I want to do it to you, too." The beautiful face raised a little
and grinned.

"You will do it to me later. Now I want to enjoy with you." Saying that he
took his new brother cock into his mouth; he near gagged but he did not
mind, he wanted all of him into himself. How could he hate his brother?
That was impossible, he loved John with all his being, he would want to
melt with him in a single body, a single soul. He had always tried never to
swallow any semen when had sucked other boy or man, he hated that;
instinctively he had developed a good technique to take out from his mouth
a cock when he felt he was going to spurt; however, he was eagerly
expecting the first signal from his loved John to increase his sucking and
to enjoy his lovely cream, to share with him in the after kiss. That was so
great! So wonderful! Thinking on this, he noticed how John increased his
breath and arched his hips; he moaned in pleasure, he abandoned his body
and fell on the blanket as his hard cock started spurting his semen into
his little brother warm cavity. When Ben felt his brother cock was getting
flaccid, he scooted back and they kissed tenderly, sharing the most
precious reward. John looked to his beautiful brother and hugged him very
tight.

"I love you Benny, I don't think I would love anyone like I love you. Now
it is my turn. Ben lay on his back as John started licking his earlobes,
then his armpits. He knew how much his Benny loved those tender
caresses. He left his armpits because Ben started giggling and gasping
erratically and he did not want to wake Patrick up. He sucked those little
near pink nipples, Ben squirmed in pleasure, but John best part was to take
his whole package into his mouth; it was difficult for him because Ben's
cock had grown a lot lately and soon he would not be able to do it, but
this time he made a great effort and got his goal. As Ben, he would want to
eat his brother-friend without producing him the minimum pain, until they
were a single being. He thought on the previous night events, how could
have hurt that extraordinary creature? Ben's moans brought him to reality
as he felt his hands on his head. The little boy produced a muffled scream
as he reached that lovely sensation as a spasm went thru his young
body. Ben was breathing heavily as he recovered from his dry orgasm. John
tenderly kissed his beautiful brother and lay near him. Ben cuddle into his
arms, his head on John's shoulder. Both knew that those moments were the
best part of their lovemaking. The confidences and the tenderness that
followed their sexual releases were what they most loved. They couldn't
reach that without previously releasing their sexual tensions. They were in
silence, John caressing Ben's smooth cheeks and Ben playing with his curly
hair; their legs were crossed so their flaccid dicks were forming a whole
wet pack. After a few minutes of quietness Ben said:

"John, I would like to be like that for the rest of my life, to melt with
you so that you were inside of me and I inside of you, and to die, if
necessary." The young boy sighed as John pushed him even tight and kissed
him several times on his silky hair. "I love you John." Without moving John
took the boy's hand that was caressing his hair, kissed his palm and pushed
it against his own cheeks. Ben noticed the warm wetness of John's tears. He
moved slowly and kissed John's lips gently. "Please, John, it is
enough. Dad told us it is enough." John moved a little and kissed Ben
tenderly looking into his eyes illuminated by the fire flames and the white
moon. John in a low voice, as a pray said

"My heart is bleeding Benny only thinking what could have happened if your
soul were not so great and generous. I could have lost you!

"But nothing of that happened, John." They paused in silence and Ben added:
"When I returned to the hut I saw dad taking care of his leg's wound, it is
only millimetres from his femoral vein; I told him very much the same words
and he said the same answer; he took my hand and kissed it, he added: "the
sin is gone, please forget it." Ben then rose a little and kissed John's
chest where his heart is, repeating the same sentence. John sighed and
kissed Ben again. After a few minutes, Ben stood and dropped more wood into
the flames; he returned and cuddled again within John's arms that said:

"Still I am asking myself why I behave like that. You told me that you
understood me but that I did not understand you. Why then didn't you stop
me, even striking me?"

"First because I hate violence, second because you have the right to say
what you wanted, and third because I loved you. Yes, I understood you; that
was an explosion of jealousies and that meant love. A desperate scream
requesting my love for you, because you thought I loved Patrick more than I
did to you; that I might leave you alone. Your temper blinded you because
you should have known what I have repeated you many times: I love you with
all my heart."  John deeply sighed.

"Yes, you are absolutely right. your tenderness to him, how he looked at
you. Yes, Benny, I now understand and I feel even more miserable and
terrible ashamed. I only saw what he did to you but I did not have the
courage to see and recognize what he had done to me, besides mad I have
been selfish and terrible unfair to a good man and to you." John's eyes
were wet again and Ben noticed how the flames were reflecting, like
candles, on his large black "wells", as he liked to call his large eyes. He
looked to him and kissed them tenderly.

"John, I think my vase is fully repaired, and now it is shining with double
strength like the sun. I love you." John hugged Ben tenderly, they kissed
as the young boy added: "We better join dad, I don't want anyone to take
him away from us, he is too valuable." John smiled. They took the blanket;
John lay on the back of the man and Ben on the other side, being careful
with his wounded left leg. Slowly he raised Patrick's arm and placed over
him. John extended the blanket as an extra cover and they drifted to
sleep. It has been worthwhile losing some sleep, Ben thought. In spite of
the boy's care, Patrick woke up and saw his lovely future sons cuddled and
tacked with him. He turned a little on his back and placed a kiss of good
nights on each boy head; the fire had increased its heat as the big log got
on flames. John then said:

"Sorry dad, we have woken you up, but it is great to be like that here; I
would like to remain like this for the whole life."

"We may repeat it in the future, if we can. Isn't it dad?" Ben asked.

"If our plans go ahead, I promise you next summer holidays will be here or
in similar place. But it is too soon, maybe you like different."

"Different? While dad? Ben asked.

"I don't know. I did not tell you that I used to have a boat, a twelve
metres length, perhaps you better like the sea."

"Did you?" John enthusiastically asked. I have never put my foot on a boat,
probably I would get sick. Besides you have said you used to have it."

"I don't know; probably she is still mine if the port authorities has not
auctioned her like the rest of my possessions were." They kept silence
because Ben knew the conversation went again to his past life and he wanted
his new father not to be hurt; so he said:

"Let's sleep, dad. I'm tired." The silence and the peaceful moment soon got
Ben hard asleep, but John had his beautiful eyes open and looking into the
stars; he knew Patrick was looking at him, waiting he drifted to sleep;
suddenly he said:

"Patrick, sorry I can call you dad very often as Ben does, but, but, I
never called anyone like that."

"I have told you don't need to do so if you don't want it, John; only when
we are with strangers, and you know why." They kept silence again. The man
knew that the boy was fighting in his heart; something was telling him to
accept the man without any reservations but he had had many experiences
with adults to cease his concerns.

"Patrick, I want you to forgive me for the injures that I did to you."
Patrick turned a little to his right side taking care not to wake up Ben;
his face was now near the boy's forehead. Then Patrick tenderly said:

"I have told you that there is nothing to forgive; you have done nothing to
me. Please John, forget that."  A new silence; this time even longer;
Patrick even thought that the boy had drifted to sleep. But he opened his
large eyes again, and looking into the stars he said:

"Patrick, I want you to be my real father." The man knew the great efforts
that the boy was doing fighting against his prejudices.

"I am your real father, Jack. You were stolen from your cot when you were a
baby and now I have found you." Both knew that was fiction but many great
loves started with a fiction. The man pulled the boy to his chest and
kissed him tenderly on the forehead. "I love you, my little Jack."  He
heard a deep sigh; the boy moved his head and kissed the man on the cheek.

"I love you, dad. Good nights." The boy turned on his belly, placed his
right arm on the man's waist and drifted to sleep; he did not want his
father could see tears running on his cheeks.  Patrick caressed his black
curly hair tenderly and kissed it.

"Good night, my son; have pleasant dreams." He covered them with the
blanket and he too drifted to sleep.

TO BE CONTINUED