Date: Fri, 29 Jun 2018 10:55:16 -0400
From: footboi <footboi@protonmail.com>
Subject: A Boy on a train Part 1 (Gay: Adult/Youth)

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A Boy on a train Part 1/3

(M/b)

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'Oh my god! That is so unreal, man!'

Alex did not look up despite Craig's sharp poke in his ribs.

'Look! He's back again! Doesn't he know that he's been clocked?'

Alex cringed. Craig was so loud he announced it to the entire
carriage. School was over and, as usual, the train was packed with boys
from West Mount, the public school that every parent in the area aspired to
send their boys, if they could afford the fees.

The boys always occupied the last carriage before anyone else, after all it
was their personal territory. From there they had an unrestricted view of
the entire train and, of course, the girls from St Hilda's. The school
similarly wealthy parents in the town always sent their girls to. The fact
that his friends found this mysterious stranger more interesting than the
girls, made the unwanted attention Alex received all the more embarrassing.

'Look, Alex! Your voyeur has got off!' Craig shouted again above the
chatter as the old commuter train moved off from its sixth of eight stops
before Alex's.

`I think we must have spooked him. That is a shame!' he added.

It was obvious to Alex that Craig was genuinely disappointed that his
entertainment was over.

It was with a sigh of relief that Alex stole a quick glance at the cause of
his embarrassment. As the man walked past the window where he was sat he
was glad that he did not catch his eye. Of course, he had seen him
before. Far too many times for his liking. Like clockwork, he always got on
at the stop after theirs and stood in the gangway between their carriage
and the one occupied by the girls. Most guys stood there to watch the
girls, just like Alex's friends did. However, this guy did not pay them any
attention whatsoever and, instead, seemed to be far more interested in the
boys in Alex's carriage. Well, not all the boys. Unfortunately for Alex, he
had taken a particular interest in him. Like everyone else, Alex initially
thought it was just a coincidence, but soon changed his mind when it became
obvious that the man was not interested in anyone else. Indeed, no matter
where Alex sat in the carriage, the guy always sought him out.

He didn't look particularly dangerous to Alex though, and certainly not
like the kind of man his mum had always warned him about. In fact, he
looked pretty ordinary. He was a big guy; Alex guessed way over
six-foot-tall, and his brown hair was cut in that fashionable way most guys
liked these days, while his green eyes matched the colour of his hair. Like
many of the commuters on that train, he also wore a dark grey suit, and
carried his laptop in a backpack slung over his shoulder. In addition, he
spent a lot of time on his mobile phone, which Craig suspected he used to
take photographs of him. In all, he looked pretty ordinary and had Craig
not spotted him in the first place, Alex doubted whether he would have
noticed him at all. How Craig knew that this guy was a pervert mystified
him.

Alex watched the man disappear into the crowd once more at the station. As
always, he picked up a newspaper at the ticket barrier and smiled as he
chatted to the guard. The only thing that marked him out as different was
the pair of white Beats headphones he wore. They were the really expensive
ones and Alex guessed that he was probably loaded and had a really good job
in the city, just like his dad used to have before he ran off with his new
girlfriend.

`Craig, why do you think he's after Alex?'

That question was Danny's, who then playfully knocked over Alex's school
bag over as if to suggest that this was all his fault anyway. Alex glared
at him, annoyed that his question had prolonged the whole issue. Now that
the man had gone, he had hoped that the conversation would have switched
back to their usual topic; which girl at St Hilda's was the prettiest? It
was a subject Alex was never particularly interested in, and he wondered if
this was because he still had yet to grow any hairs down there yet. From
the evidence he had seen in the school showers after sport, he was the only
boy in his year yet to do so.

`I dunno,' replied Craig. `Alex isn't exactly a hunk, is he?'

`Hey!' protested Alex, `You are talking about me!'

`Oh shut up Alex!' retorted Danny. `We were talking about you, not to you!'

Alex's insides boiled with anger, but he did not reply. It was a putdown he
was far too familiar with, having received it many times before. Just
because he was, both, the youngest and smallest usually meant that he was
the butt of the jokes among his friends. He was never taken seriously by
anyone, not even the teachers. It didn't matter whether if it was in
lessons, sport or even friendly fights in the school playground, he would
invariably be at the bottom of the pile and his opinion rarely ever counted
for anything.

Alex's class had a theory that he had no function on this planet except to
look cute. This was compounded by the absence of the growth spurt that left
him as the baby of the class. That fact alone made him feel even more
irrelevant. Especially as he was still only twelve and most of his friends
where closer to fourteen than he was to thirteen. If he was honest, he
hated his school almost as much as he hated himself. So, he was really glad
that he had only a few weeks of the summer term to endure before he could
escape all of this for the holidays. Unfortunately, knew he would have to
return to it all again in the autumn.

`I think it's because of his blonde hair and girly looks,' reflected Craig
as he looked down at Alex. `After all, if any guy was going to fancy
someone in our carriage it would most definitely be Alex. Even my mum
thought he was a girl when she first saw him,' he added with a cynical
laugh.

`Okay boys let's see your passes please! I don't want to think that any of
you have forgotten theirs and tried to sneak on here!'

The train guard was a woman with a demeanour that would obviously not
tolerate any insolence from a group of teenage schoolboys. The boys
genuinely believed that she would throw them off the train if they had
forgotten their annual passes.

`Well, what do we have here?' she said when she stopped in front of
Alex. `It's so nice to see a nice boy turned so neatly in his uniform for a
change.'

Alex was mortified. He didn't need to look at his friends because he could
hear their sniggers all around him.

`Aw! Do not you mind them my love. They are just jealous,' she continued as
she addressed Alex directly. `You go right ahead and keep wearing your nice
shorts and sandals, they make you look very smart too. And, just for you, I
do not need to see your pass.'

Alex was relieved when his stop had finally arrived. The journey had been a
nightmare. It wasn't the voyeur guy that bothered him so much. It was his
friends who made a fuss about it all. He could easily handle a weirdo any
day of the week. What was really hard to deal with was being the youngest
guy in his entire year. There were times when he simply wished he was just
like the other guys. That would have made his life a whole lot easier.

It was only when Alex arrived at the empty carpark did he remember that his
mum had said she would not pick him up tonight. She had to go to a meeting
about the ballet show at the summer festival next month. To think that she
even dared to suggest that he should join in too! Did she really think he
was that crazy? Now he had a six mile walk to his village to face. At least
the sun was still shining and the house would be empty when he got there,
so he didn't mind.

It was an hour into his walk before Alex realised that his iPhone battery
was nearly flat. He had forgotten to recharge it on the train. What was he
going to do without his YouTube vloggers to keep him company, he thought?
Then, up the road Alex heard laughter, and his heart sank immediately. He
knew exactly who the noise was made by even before the teenagers appeared
around the bend on their bikes. Moments later Alex found himself face to
face with the Kitson gang who were notorious for terrorising all the kids
in his local area.

`Well, what do we have here?' asked Danny Kitson, as the seventeen-year-old
gang leader halted his bike directly in front of Alex and blocked his path.

`It looks like we have got all to ourselves a pretty little public
schoolboy to play with!'

The summer view from Geoff's car would have been breath taking had he paid
it any attention. Instead, his mind was far from the vista that unfolded in
front of him under the deep blue sky. He still wrestled with the
contrasting emotions he felt brought on by his encounter with that
beautiful boy on the train not more than an hour ago. He still felt a tinge
of guilt that conflicted with the stir in his loins as he thought about the
boy.

He had taken a risk to capture the boy's image and it sat uneasily with
him. Yet, on the other hand, he was glad he did. Many boys had turned his
head over the years, but none like this one. His beauty compelled him to go
against his better judgement, something he would never normally do. At
least he could comfort himself with the knowledge that now he had a
permanent reminder of this encounter, especially as there was a strong
possibility he would never meet or see his like again.

Geoff thought back to the day he first saw him. It was on a damp and chilly
day in April and, as usual, the train was packed with boys from the local
private school. He remembered the excitement he had felt when he first
discovered that they shared his daily commute. While there were many fine
specimens and potential beauties among them, none really caught his
attention. Soon, his initial excitement had waned and Geoff found that he
hardly noticed them by the time spring had arrived. His thoughts had even
turned to abandoning the commute once it had got warm enough for him to
take the car again. Then something quite unexpected happened that drove all
such thoughts from his mind.

It was the boy's feet that first caught Geoff's attention. He had always
been really attracted to boys' feet but had not expect to be confronted
with such a beautiful pair, admittedly encased in socks, on a cold spring
evening on a train. The boy's socks were thin enough to afford Geoff a
clear view of his beautifully shaped feet. The socks ended long before they
reached his knees, that were scarred with bumps and bruises typical of a
boy his age. Yet, his legs were hairless and tanned right up to this
surprisingly short school shorts and drew more than just Geoff's eyes in
that carriage. As he watched the boy leave his seat to speak to a friend,
many others, both men and boys alike, tracked his journey to where the
other boy sat.

The boy, himself, was an even greater surprise. His appearance was so
unlike the rest of his peers in the carriage. Unlike the bulky teenagers
who surrounded him, he had slight build and delicate features. His hair was
so blonde it appeared to glow under the neon lights in the carriage, and
from behind, it was of a length that made it impossible to tell if he was
boy or a girl. It was the same when he saw the boy's face. His deep blue
eyes, petite nose and full red lips gave him a feminine beauty that any
girl would have been proud of and he had Geoff captivated.

Like many of the other boys on that train, he took the opportunity to
complete his homework during his journey home. As he worked he had allowed
his sandals to fall from his feet. They were the open toed kind that Geoff
had rarely seen a boy wear. He always wondered what made a boy decide to
wear them as they did nothing for his manliness. Nevertheless, they were
Geoff's favourite footwear on a schoolboy, yet was delighted to watch the
boy plod over to where his friend in just his socks, oblivious of the
attention he received. Geoff was not sure what attracted him more, the
boy's obvious beauty or his confidence to dress differently from his
peers. Whatever the reason, he was smitten and his commute would be no
longer be complete if he had not seen this vision on his journey
home. Unfortunately, his obsession had not gone unnoticed and he soon
became aware that his behaviour had begun to spook the boys. So, he
concluded, reluctantly, that it was time to bring this to an end.

The route he had chosen for his drive home was new to him and he allowed
his satnav to guide him. It was a deliberate choice to take that route. He
needed time to clear his mind because the boy had taken over his life. From
the moment he woke up, to the moment he went to sleep this boy was on his
mind and dominated his every thought, and that was not healthy. He feared
that if things continued it might end badly for him and the boy. So, he had
made up his mind, he would end this today. It was then that something by
the roadside caught his eye.

`What!' exclaimed Alex, `you aren't serious, are you?'

`Oh, but we are my posh pretty one,' replied Danny, as the laughter rang in
Alex's ears. `How do we know if you are telling the truth? You lied about
the money and you could be lying again. So, drop those shorts too,' he
ordered.

Alex knew he should have never lied about the cash hidden in his blazer
badge pocket. Now he could have kicked himself for doing so. They had
dragged him into the fields next to the county lane. With high bushes
either side, he knew no one would find him. They had already forced him to
remove his blazer, shirt and tie but that hadn't satisfied them. They were
convinced that he still had more valuables on him, despite giving them his
phone and all the money he had. Even in his terrified state, he was angry
with his mum for not picking him up as he reluctantly obeyed the menacing
teenager and dropped his shorts as ordered.

`There, now do you believe me!' pleaded Alex as he stepped out of his
shorts, `I told you I didn't have anything else on me!'

`Hmm, what do you think guys? I am not convinced,' replied Danny as he
addressed the three goons who accompanied him, `I think those cute boxers
will have to go too, I am afraid,' grinned Danny.

Alex felt his cheeks burn as he fully absorbed the teenager's words. They
were going to force him to take all of his clothes off and, as the
animalistic laughter increased, something snapped inside him and he made a
break for the hole in the bush they had just dragged him through. His only
thought was to get as far away from these teenagers as he could, as quickly
as possible.

He did not get far. Strong hands seized his arms and pulled him back into a
stinking body. As his sandalled feet kicked thin air in a futile attempt to
wriggle free, the stench of sweat, cigarettes and alcohol overloaded his
senses.

`And where do you think you are going little one?' asked Danny as he
wrapped his fingers around the waistband of Alex's boxers. `If you are too
shy to do it by yourself, let me help you.'

`That's enough of that young man! Drop the boy now!'

There was complete silence by the time Alex had landed on the
grass. Danny's goons no longer laughed and, instead, stood like statues as
they starred at Danny who was no longer alone. He was also definitely not
laughing, either. A man, a lot taller than he was, stood with one arm
around his neck, which he had twisted in such a manner it turned Danny's
face purple. He even began to choke. Alex recognised the man who had
grabbed Danny, because he was the same man he had seen on the train.

`Tell them to drop their knives, or I will tear your head off!' the man
said to Danny in a voice so calm Alex was not sure how he was able to apply
such a huge force and remain so composed at the same time. Nonetheless, it
had the desired effect on Danny and his friends.

`Do as he says! Damn it! Do as he says!' Danny spluttered at his
companions, `He's not bluffing!'

Danny's goons had been as surprised by the stranger's sudden appearance. To
their credit, their surprise was momentary and within seconds they had
drawn previously hidden knives to help aid their leader. The man, it
seemed, had anticipated even this and as Danny screamed for his life, they
realised that they had no choice but to obey their leader's pleas and drop
them.

`Boy?' Now the man addressed Alex directly. `Pick up your phone and your
money. Did they take anything else?'

It was Alex who had suggested the takeaway restaurant in which they now sat
because it was far enough away from home so not to meet anyone he knew. It
had also been a very long time since he had been allowed to go to a fast
food restaurant, let alone have a burger and chips. The last time was when
his dad took him, and he could still remember the huge row between them
once his mum found out. Since then, he had been banned. So, he savoured his
milkshake as he looked up at the man who sat opposite him.

He still could not believe what he had just done. Everyone knew Danny
Kitson was the strongest person in the whole area, so to see him defeated
as easily as that was almost unbelievable. This was done by the guy he and
all his friends thought was just a dirty pervert! He even made Danny beg
for mercy right in front of his gang, and Alex knew that no one would be
quite as scared of a Danny Kitson ever again once they heard about this.

`How did you know how to do that?' asked Alex. He still found it hard to
acquaint the man who sat opposite him with the one his friends had made fun
of. They did not appear to be the same person.

`You mean, tackling those cowards?' the man replied. `It was easy if you
know a bit of Jujitsu. I find it useful to keep fit, but not usually to
fight, though,' the man added.

`Can you teach me?' asked Alex, his eyes wide with enthusiasm. `If I could
learn that then I wouldn't have to be scared of anyone.'

Finally, the man had smiled and that made Alex feel a lot better. When he
had scared off the gang and helped Alex to gather his things, Alex had
assumed that he would offer him a lift home. So, it came as huge shock when
he didn't. Instead, he simply returned to his car and was about to
leave. It was the fear that the gang might return that made Alex run up and
beg him to take him with him. He didn't seem like he really wanted to but
finally agreed, much to Alex's relief. It was then that Alex realised that
he didn't even know his name. Although that last thought was anticipated by
the man.

`All in good time, young man,' the man reassured as his smile disappeared
once more, `but we haven't even been properly introduced. I am Geoff, and
you are ...?'

`I am Alex,' Alex replied, `and I have seen you before on the train.'

Alex added that last detail because he thought he ought to, although he
felt his cheeks redden when he did. He hoped it wouldn't scare him
away. Then his phone rang and broke the tension he felt.

`It's my mum!' he said in surprise.

Geoff's mind raced as he looked at the boy as he stood over by the
restaurant window. He knew that a young boy was in distress when he drove
by. He even knew he was a West Mount boy. It came as a tremendous shock
when he realised just who was in need of his help. But for his
self-control, he might have killed that teenager who had attacked the boy
of his dreams.

The fight was made easier because the leader of that gang was smart. A
"Rear Naked Choke" hold was not only very dangerous, it can be extremely
painful. That guy was wise not resist and his goons clever enough to follow
his instructions. If they had not, he could have done lasting damage to
that guy's neck. Nevertheless, Geoff was sure he will feel the humiliation
of what he did to him far longer than any pain he will endure.

He deliberately put on a show of indifference towards the boy because he
did not want to scare him even more. He could have offered to accompany him
home but did not want the offer to be misinterpreted. Therefore, he was
very surprised and delighted when the boy asked to accompany him,
instead. Then intrigued when the boy suggested this restaurant some miles
in the opposite direction in which he was headed. Now that the boy had
revealed that he had seen him on the train, he was glad he had maintained
that appearance. As Geoff had feared, this could get complicated,
especially now that his mother had rung him, no doubt to find out where he
was.

The boy was even more beautiful than Geoff had realised. As he talked on
his phone, he subconsciously adopted a famine pose as he spoke, twirling
his blonde locks around his finger as he allowed a sandal to slip from his
raised heel as he leant against the window. It was this fragility and charm
that had attracted Geoff in the first place. Then he noticed that the
colour had drained from the boy's beautiful face as he finished speaking to
his mum. It was clear that something had upset him. Geoff hoped that his
actions were not the cause.

`What's the problem, Alex?' asked Geoff, he called the boy by his given
name for the first time.

Alex had returned to his milkshake. There were tears in his eyes and did
not reply at first, but, instead, took a deep mouthful of liquid as if that
would soothe his feelings. When he looked back up at Geoff. His sad blue
eyes melted the man's heart.

`There's been an emergency. Some girl has fallen and hurt herself, and mum
is going to hospital with her,' he replied through a couple of sniffs.

`That's terrible for that poor young girl,' replied Geoff, 'it's great that
your mum is helping out, isn't it?'

Geoff was puzzled. Why had this news bothered Alex so much? He would have
thought that Alex would be pleased that his mother was so
concerned. Obviously not, so it seemed.

`We were supposed to go to ComicCon in London tomorrow, now she won't even
be home until tomorrow evening!'

`Can't your dad take you?'

From the glare Alex gave him, Geoff quickly realised that this suggestion
was a bad one. It would appear that Alex's father was an absent one,
although, for the life of him, Geoff] could not fathom why any man would
abandon a son as beautiful as this one.

`Can I stay at your place tonight?' asked Alex. The question was totally
unexpected, yet his eyes pleaded. 'It would only be for one night,' he
added, hopefully.

To Geoff, it felt like his brain had just seized as he struggled to believe
that this question had been asked at all! In his wildest dreams he had
never dared hope that such an attractive boy would ever beg to stay with
him for the night. Yet, here he was, wide awake, sitting opposite a boy who
had done precisely that.

He knew he should have said, "No". He also should have pointed out that
this was inappropriate as they hardly knew each other. He should have told
him that he would need his mother's permission before he could stay. Yet,
he said none of those things.

Instead he said, `what's your preference? The PS4 or Xbox One?' He watched
Alex smile as he replied, `the PS4!'

`My friends say that you are a pervert. Is that true?'

It was now dark outside as they both sat in front of empty plates at
Geoff's kitchen table. Geoff was pleased that Alex had enjoyed his old
favourite, Shepherd's Pie. The evening had been spent in front of Geoff's
PS4. He was not sure if he should have been so relieved that Alex had one
too, especially after the pasting he received in "Call of Duty". Obviously,
he wasn't as good as he had thought he was.

Alex put him at ease the moment they arrived at his small converted
cottage. He had been impressed by what he found and it had been refreshing
to hear the sound of youthful feet patter about the place. He was
especially happy to discover that Geoff had a super-fast broadband
link. Apparently, it was faster than the kind he had and it made gaming a
lot easier. He was also happy to strip down to his boxers and only wear one
of Geoff's white sports T-shirts, despite it being far too big for him. He
looked gorgeous in it, as it hung off his left shoulder and rode high up
his smooth hairless legs like a daring mini skirt while he gamed on the
PS4. It revealed far more of Alex's thighs than Geoff was sure the boy was
aware of.

Had he been on his own, and as usual, Geoff would have gone nude in the
privacy of his own home. This time he decided to wear a pair of boxers too,
as a concession to Alex. Unfortunately, this presented him with a
significant challenge. Being in such close proximity to this beautiful boy
was reflected in his loins, but to allow erection would have been
inappropriate. Nevertheless, he could not totally prevent signs of his
evident excitement show between his legs, and his cock maintained a state
partial arousal throughout the evening. Something he knew that Alex had
noticed. Indeed, the question Alex asked, though expected, still almost
brought on a full erection.

`What do you mean by "a pervert" Alex?' Geoff asked in reply. He noted that
Alex's eyes were on his empty plate and not his face. The boy reddened even
more, at Geoff's question.

`I mean ...' Alex finally responded, picking at his fork absentmindedly,
`do you like to kidnap and rape boys?'

Geoff could see that the whole conversation had made Alex feel
uncomfortable. He also knew that his curiosity had driven these questions,
although it had taken a lot for the boy to ask them, and that impressed
Geoff. The boy needed to know.

`No, Alex,' he replied as calmly as he could, `I would never hurt a
boy. Such a thing would enrage me, as you saw this afternoon.'

At last Alex looked up him once more and smiled. He was about to speak
again but Geoff interrupted him.

`Though I think it is important for you to know that I do not love all
boys, just certain ones,' Geoff added. `And I really love you. This is
because you are both extremely beautiful and very smart. A combination that
I love.'

He watched Alex redden more than ever, but, this time, his eyes didn't drop
from his. He appeared to be reassured.

`When you say, "Love", do you mean like the dad and a son kind, or the
girlfriend, boyfriend kind?' he asked next.

Boldly, Geoff reached out and gently stroked Alex's cheek.

`Both, Alex,' he replied. `The former is a given. I would love to have you
as my son, but, the latter also. As I said, I am in love with you, and I
would never hurt you.'

Alex did not draw away from Geoff's caress, neither did he show any sign
that he liked it, except to redden even more. Nor did he take his eyes away
from Geoff's. Geoff was slightly unnerved by the boy's silence and decided
to take a calculated risk.

`Alex?' he asked, `can I ask you a question now?'

`Yep, you can,' Alex replied.

`What are you thinking?' he asked. `Are you happy with what you have
heard?'

Geoff felt his heart race. He was nervous because he had put the boy on the
spot.

`I think,' reflected Alex as he momentarily smiled at Geoff, `I think I
should smash you in "Overwatch" now that I have proved my superiority in
"Call of Duty".'

With that he stood up and stepped out of his boxers that he had let fall to
his feet.

`You don't mind, do you? It's hot in here,' he added almost as an
afterthought as he ran to his favourite spot on the sofa.

It would be dawn soon yet Geoff still sat in the armchair at the foot of
the bed in his spare room. He had been there half the night watching the
boy who slept in the bed in front of him. Time was meaningless, it did not
matter if it had been one, two or three hours since he had entered the
room. He could have happily sat there for a week and that would not have
been long enough as he gazed down at the boy as he slept.

The rest of the evening had been spent playing games and talking about
sport, mainly the martial arts. Alex had been really impressed by Geoff's
prowess in Jujitsu, especially as he now had first-hand knowledge as how
skilled he was. Geoff did try to impress upon him that it was just a sport
and not a weapon. Nonetheless, it was clear that Alex was keen to
learn. So, Geoff promised to help in that department. That brought up the
question of the future. It concerned and pleased Geoff in equal measure,
that Alex spoke as if they would meet again. That reassured Geoff that his
honesty about his feelings towards Alex had not scared him off. Yet, he had
no idea how they would meet again or how their relationship would
develop. He knew that he would have to allow Alex to dictate that pace, no
matter how much he yearned to touch and caress his beautiful body. Then
Alex stirred and brought Geoff back to the present.

Geoff was not sure if it was by design rather than by accident that the boy
hd cast aside his duvet or that the t-shirt he had borrowed now rode high
up his sleeping body. Regardless, Geoff was grateful because he was
afforded an unfettered view of the boy's naked body.

Alex's feet were mesmerising. For some boys the first signs of their
imminent growth spurt were their feet, which always grew first. Alex was no
different. He had those accentuated arches and soft, wrinkly soles that
Geoff loved. His pale soles were in sharp contrast to his tanned toes and
skin so smooth and silky, he had the feet of a ballet dancer. No doubt,
Geoff surmised, from the repeated need to go on tiptoe to reach those items
that taller boys could get with ease. His creamy smooth toes were long and
even and had a tan that was only broken by tell-tale flipflop tan lines
that told Geoff that the boy spent a lot of his time barefoot.

Alex's heels and ankles were thin and defined like a dancer as was his
curved and smooth calves that drew the eye. His legs, of course, devoid of
any hair, were defined but without the muscled weight of a boy who did
regular sport. Alex was not a boy to play football or rugby like most. He
had the legs of a young gymnast or a dancer and Geoff sensed that he would
make a success of the martial arts.

Alex had rolled onto his side and Geoff noted the boy's erection. He was
devoid of any hair around his cock, which could not have been bigger than
three or four inches. It was thin and it purple head peeped out of its
encasing skin, while his balls sat beneath his arousal. They were small and
hung away from his cock in the warmth. His ball sac was clearly defined and
hairless and pulsed with his every movement. His bum was, of course,
unblemished, and had two neat dimpled either side while each buttock
screamed out to be kissed and caressed. With his flat tummy and those dark
nipple dots on his smooth, tanned chest, Alex was a picture of beauty that
Geoff could never tire of looking at.

`Hi!'

Suddenly, Alex appeared to wake up. He sat up and smiled at Geoff,
oblivious that he was naked in front of the man.

`Hi Alex,' Geoff replied.

He then realised that Alex may not have heard a word he said as he as
stuttered, pigeon toed, towards the bedroom door. As Geoff listened to the
sound of liquid as it poured into the neighbouring loo, he knew that Alex
had followed a learnt behaviour to empty his bladder while still asleep. He
returned without his t-shirt, naked, and halted by Geoff's leg, which he
leant upon momentarily as he muttered some indistinct words to himself. He
then, still asleep, returned to his bed and adopted a foetal pose.

That was the signal for Geoff to leave. So, he leant over and lightly
kissed Alex on his sleeping lips. Then he pulled a thin sheet over his
lower body.

`Thank you,' said Alex, and although his eyes remained tight shut, he
smiled nonetheless.

`Come on Alex! Forget that last battle, the breakfast you requested is on
the table!'

At last, Alex thought! He was starving! Yet, he did not jump up straight
away. His mind was on the fact that he would have to go home soon. His mum
had called twice now, and twice he had lied to her. Not small ones, but big
lies. She thought he was at home and he felt guilty that he wasn't. Though,
he still didn't want to go. He wished he could stay here longer.

Geoff was a neat guy. His place was neat too. He knew that older guys gamed
as much as he did, but his dad would have never done this. He would be like
his mum who thought computer games would rot your brain. In fact, he wished
Geoff was his dad. He was like he imagined how a dad should really be. He
was funny, brainy and really friendly too. Also, he was really interested
in the stuff he was too. He could never say that about either his mum or
his dad. On top of all that Geoff seemed to understand him too.

Alex thought about what Geoff said about how much he liked him. Everyone he
knew would have been freaked by what he had said about loving him. His mum
would freak if she knew that too, but it didn't freak him out at all. Sure,
all the kissy stuff he said would take a bit of getting used to, but he
didn't mind that either. He knew Geoff really liked him, like really! He
thought about when he took off his boxers after dinner. Doing that felt a
bit strange inside but was he also happy that Geoff was pleased he did
that. If that was what being a pervert was, well Geoff could be as
perverted as he liked.

Geoff smiled to himself as Alex ran to table. His eyes were on the bacon
and eggs that filled his plate. Geoff's eyes were on the boy's naked body
as he sat down to eat. The boy had risen long before he did and was
surprised and pleased in equal measure when he found him in front of the TV
completely naked. Geoff had lost his boxers as well and had surrendered to
his feelings. He no longer tried to hide his huge arousal. Alex had smiled
at him when he first saw it, then continued to eat as if it was the most
normal thing in world for a guy to stand in front him with an enormous
erection.

`What's bugging you Alex?'

Geoff noticed that, as Alex ate, his mood darkened. Again, Geoff was
concerned that he was the cause. Had he exposed the boy to more than he
could handle? He could have prevented this situation arising in the first
place and sent him home yesterday. These and other, similar, thoughts ran
through his mind.

`I don't want to go home, yet,' replied Alex, `can't I stay just one more
night?'

Geoff sat in his chair and looked at the boy. So much had changed since he
had rescued this boy from those thugs not twenty-four hours ago. This
situation would have just been merely sexual fantasy that would never have
seemed possible two days ago. Now, the most beautiful boy he had ever met
was sat naked opposite him as he begged to stay with him longer. To add to
this incredible situation, he would have to reject the boy's request.

`Alex, you know that's impossible,' he replied. `I've pushed it as far as I
could by allowing you to stay last night. Your mum would not be happy.'

Alex knew that Geoff was right, but he wasn't going to give up that easily.

`You said you loved me, didn't you?' challenged Alex.

`Yes, of course I did,' replied Geoff, `but ...'

`Okay then,' replied Alex, `prove it!'

Geoff sat there for a moment as he absorbed the challenge laid down by the
boy. No, he would not let him stay another night. That was simply not
possible. He could, however, prove it another way.

He reached over to where Alex sat and lifted him clean out his seat. It was
effortless to lift such a slight frame over the kitchen table and onto his
lap. The boy did not resist, and, indeed, aided Geoff, as he felt his warm
arms wrap themselves around his neck as he settled the boy on his lap. He
then titled the boy's head back to look into his eyes and, at the same time
run his finger around his rose red lips. He then sampling the boy's sweet
breath as he placed his own lips on the boy's. There was no resistance as
he pushed his tongue past his teeth and entwined his tongue. Nor was there
any when he parted the boy's legs and encased his now erect cock in his
hand. He felt the boy twitch and gasp into his mouth as ran his thumb
across its head as he liberated it from its foreskin. He gasped again as
Geoff found and then lightly squeezed his balls. Not once did he protest;
indeed, the boy had spread his legs further to afford Geoff easy access to
his sensitive parts and kissed back earnestly and ran his own tongue over
Geoff's. Geoff's own cock was rigid and pressed hard against the heat of
the boy's thigh as he released the boy's smaller cock and ran his hand
through the boy's hair and down his cheek.

`There,' he said, as he pulled his mouth away from Alex's, `I hope have
proved it to you!'

Until then the boy's eyes had been closed, now he smiled as he opened them
and looked into Geoff's once more.

`You're a pervert,' Alex said with a giggle. In mock annoyance Geoff gently
rubbed his nose across Alex's. Then he kissed him once more.

`And you are still going home,' Geoff said as he carried Alex over to the
sofa in the living room.

They had to leave soon, but Geoff wanted the boy to remember their time
together before they did. Soon Geoff heard Alex gasp as he held on to his
head tightly as his seed spurted into Geoff's mouth. Geoff had run his
kisses all over the boy's body; from his small but erect nipples right down
to his soft warm toes. While his fingers explored that dark hole between
Alex's buttocks, he had finally wrapped his lips around Alex's erect
cock. It did not take long to bring him to a climax. Yet, all the while he
heard the sound of Alex breath, heavy with desire, accompanied by his
fingers that stroked and explored Geoff's neck, chest and, especially, his
nipples. He did not say a word when Geoff released his softening
cock. Instead, he held Geoff tight as if he did not want him to move.

`I am afraid you are going to have leave the car sometime Alex.'

Alex did not want to get out of the car. He hadn't wanted to go home at
all. Instead, he sat there and enjoyed the warmth of the man's hand on his
leg. Next to Geoff in his car, he felt strong and everything seemed so
clear and exciting. He could hardly believe that someone could like him so
much for just being himself. Now he knew how different his life could
be. When he walked back into that house, that was his home, all this would
all vanish. He knew that his old doubts would return and he would go back
to wishing he was somebody else.

`Will I see you on the train on Monday?' Alex asked finally.

`No, Alex,' Geoff replied carefully, `I have some business to take care of
which will mean I will have to take the car.'

Geoff lied, but for a good reason. He did not think either of them were
quite ready for that. Alex should not have to behave as if nothing had
happened between them in front of his friends when, in fact, a lot
had. Also, Geoff was not sure he could bear the thought of remaining
distant and cold towards Alex so soon after this incredible night.

`So, I won't ever see you again?' Alex asked, his high prepubescent voice
full of emotion.

`Now who said that, Alex?' challenged Geoff, as he kissed Alex on his
forehead to reassure him, `Actually, I expect to see you next Friday.'