Date: Tue, 28 Jul 2015 21:41:01 +0000 (UTC) From: Bjork Nut Subject: A Love Found Disclaimer: Copyright (c) 2015. All rights reserved. No part of this story may be reproduced in whole or in part without written permission of the author. Author encourages safe and sane sexual behavior. Author cannot be held responsible for accidents or injuries or any other misfortunes that result from proper or improper application of the information contained in this story. This story is meant to be a masturbatory aid only. Any similarity between people and places in this story and any real people and places is purely coincidental. Despite the terms such as "boy" "kid" or "son", all characters in this fiction are just that, fictional, and as such, do not exist in any reality or corporeal form, but if it makes you feel better, then, yes, they are of legal age and enter into their activities consensually. If this type of material is illegal in your location please be smart and go somewhere else, same applies if you are under the legal requirement to access this type of fiction. Thanks to Nifty for providing the public with this archive. Please consider donating to allow this resource to continue. Feedback is welcome, flames will be ignored. If you'd care to see what inspires the stories and sex scenes join me at bjorknut.tumbler.com **************************************************************************** A Love Found I was walking home from work, the air was crisp and cool, tinged with a slight hint of fall to come. Around me one highrise lead to another, I loved looking at the glass, steel, and stone towers, this was urban living at its finest. I made my way up the hill, approaching my apartment building, when something in the alleyway I had just passed caught my eye. Stopping I stared down the alley to see I unkempt kid rustling around in some trashcans. I thought about saying something to him, but, decided against it. My mind flashing with stories of good samaritans assaulted, or, killed from trying to do the right thing. The kid turned to look at me, our eyes connected and for a brief moment I felt as if I could see into his soul. His piercing green eyes held me for an eternity in a second. "What are you looking at asshole!" the kid shouted at me, and, with that our bond was broken. I tried to give him the best glare I could and walked on into my building. I may not live in the poshest of buildings, but, I had managed to scrimp and save enough, plus a slight infusion from an inheritance, to get me a modest penthouse unit in the Downtown area, the view from my apartment was phenomenal and the best part was that I could look out and see the Sound and the Space Needle in the distance, my view was truly iconic, as they say. The best part of my apartment was that it was all mine. Free and clear, no rent, no mortgage. Knowing this brought some joy since I knew that I didn't have to struggle as hard as some of my co-workers. Statistics show that most Americans tend to live paycheck to paycheck, I considered myself lucky that I was not amongst this group. The life of an accountant might not be glamorous, but, it did provide me with the safety net that my skills would always be in demand. Having just turned 30, I was well on the way to making upper management soon. For the lack of a better term I am a Bro-countant, but, I have few bro's to hang around with. I keep myself physically fit through CrossFit and regular gym sessions. I play on a weekend rugby league, but, mostly to keep in shape. I do connect with some of the guys from my rugby team from time to time, but, for all intents and purposes, I was somewhat of an introvert. Sorry, guess, I should have introduced myself a little sooner. My name is Christopher, but, most folks call me Chris. I am 6 feet tall, with sandy blond hair, I like to keep myself clean shaven, although it annoys me to no end having people constantly tell me I look like a child. My eyes I have been told are like the color of warm honey, whatever, that means. To me they look to be a hazel-ish brown, although, probably closer to brown. I settled in for a quiet evening as I walked into my apartment. My condo is decorated in a generic hotel style that says welcome, but, please don't stay too long. The furniture is functional and slightly comfortable, but, there are no identifying touches as to whose home you have walked into. My walls are covered with generic landscapes and art instead of family pictures. My accomplishments and accolades I keep to myself. As, for my family, well as the saying goes for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction, I am an only child and my lifestyle and choice of partner did not sit well with my evangelical parents and I haven't seen or heard from them since college. Scandal was my crucible and while it didn't kill me, it did make me move to the city and put that part of me in the past. The past has only knocked once since and it was to deliver some interesting news along with the small inheritance, but, as they say, that is another story. I placed my messenger bag on the table next to the door, taking my lunch containers out of it and to the kitchen. I stared out the plate glass windows as I robotically washed my lunch containers out, the setting sun creating beautiful striations in the evening sky. I found myself thinking about the boy I had just seen in the alley way. How old was he? Where were his parents? Guardians? Should I call the police? or Child Services? Maybe I should just tell the building manager? Having finished up in the kitchen, I walked over to the couch and turned on the TV flipped through some channels before deciding on just binging on some Netflix. The banality of my Friday night was not lost on me. I should be out there in the bars, living it up, I was still young and mildly attractive. But, I never did consider myself a bar/club type. My sexual encounters consisted of one relationship and a series of rub `n tugs at the gym during my evening workout sessions. The relationship I didn't like to dwell upon and the rub `n tugs, well those made me feel dirty in a different kind of way. I loved the rush of being discovered and the clandestine nature of seeing who would be open to some friendly man on man, but, that same feeling usually turned to guilt after the fact. I wondered if I should go to the gym, being that it was Friday night it was bound to be empty, and I figured I could work up an appetite that way. I had been in somewhat of a funk lately and it had made me stop eating. Not very smart, I know, but, I wasn't sure what was going on, nothing seemed to taste good to me. A co-worker suggested I go get a cleanse as if that would make everything better, doubted it, but, I just nodded kindly and told her I would look into it. I turned off the tv and went to my bedroom to change into my gym clothes. I slid on a pair of nylon shorts and a tank top and got ready to head out. My building had a fitness area, it was adequate at best, so, I had found myself signing up to a local gym nearby. It gave me a reason to get out of the house and, as I came to find out, it was a great place to cum to. Outside the chill air made me rethink what I was wearing, but, not in the mood to go back up and change I decided to run to the gym, hopefully that would warm me up. I jogged through the maze of streets in the setting light, the tall buildings around me and the hustle and bustle of cars and people gave the city a particular energy. This is what I loved about city life, despite my low level social anxiety. As I got to the gym I could see through the windows that I would be able to get a nice quiet workout in, the place was a ghost town, besides the attendant, I counted maybe a handful of people at best. The attendant smiled at me as I walked in and scanned my key fob. Having already gotten my cardio in, I headed straight to the free weights. I was right the gym was sparsely attended, I usually prefered it like this so I wouldn't have to wait around to use any of the weights. I was doing some incline dumbbell presses when I caught a glimpse of the attendant checking me out, he looked to be making the rounds before the gym closed up. Our eyes locked in the mirror's reflection before he turned away and continued his duties. He was a nice enough fellow, Latino, I think. He had a nice caramel complexion and dark brown eyes, he stood about my height maybe a few inches shorter. My guess is he was about 5'10" to my 6 feet. I could tell he had a nice build beneath his uniform by the way his pants drapped off his bubble butt and his bulging polo. My eyes tracked him through the gym as he moved about before I returned to my workout. I was wrapped back up in my own space, on the cable fly machine, when I felt a tap on my shoulder. Startled, I turned around to see who it was. It was the hunky gym attendant, Pablo, as his name tag indicated, he smiled his pearly whites at me. As I removed my earbuds I heard him apologizing for surprising me. He wanted to let me know that the gym would be closing up for the evening. I looked at the time and realized it was almost 10 in the evening. I apologized for holding him up, his gaze lingered on me and I felt a slight twinge in my cock. He offered to wait if I needed to change. I smiled and told him maybe next time and headed out. The cool evening air stung my hot skin as I walked out of the gym. I instantly regretted wearing my light clothing and began to jog back to my apartment building. The run helped stave off the cold for a little while, I was jogging by a small grassy lawn when I spotted a kid huddled next to the tree that stood there. It looked like the same kid from earlier and I could tell his was shivering in his dirty t-shirt and pants. Something in me felt for him, and, as I got closer, I resolved to see if I could help him out in some way. "Hey kid," I said as I approached the tree which he huddled against. "It's kinda late for you to be out, isn't it? "What the fuck is it to you?" the kid's response stung me. I wasn't expecting him to be rude. "Jeez, sorry for caring, you looked cold. Would hate for your to freeze to death." "Fuck off dude, I'm waiting for someone." he said in annoyed manner. "Look, kid, I can offer you a warm spot while you wait. You're better off waiting with me than with the cops, who are bound to do a curfew check." The kid huffed, "Fine." "C'mon then, I'm just up here." I said as the kid came over and we walked up to my building. In the lobby light I could see that the kid was not only cold, but, dirty and disheveled as well. He looked to be in his early teens. His grey eyes were like cold steel and held an edge to them. He scratched at his disheveled brown hair which was beginning to grow out of whatever cut he had had. His griminess told me this was not his first night outside, as well as the state of his clothes. His pants had holes and rips here and there and his t-shirt was dangerously close to threadbare. I wondered how the kid had gotten into such a state. I heard his stomach growl in the quiet of the lobby. "C'mon kiddo, I've got some food upstairs you can eat while you wait," I said as I walked over to the elevator bank. He seemed to hesitate for a minute before he came over and waited alongside me for the elevator. I tried to surreptitiously continue studying him. The kid had some baby fat on him despite his leanness. He looked like he might be a bit of a looker if he cleaned himself up a bit, I wondered if he had any parents or a guardian, as I was becoming more and more convinced that the kid was homeless, or, a runaway. The elevator dinging on my floor broke me out of my thoughts and I led him over to my door. The kid audibly gasped as I led him into my apartment, I was taken aback by his response. It never dawned on me that what I considered plain and simple might seem luxurious to someone else. The kid was wide-eyed with wonder as we walked into the living room. "So, kid, do you have a name? Who should I call to come get you?" I asked him. He had moved toward the living room windows and was staring out, enraptured, at the shimmering lights of the city below us. Getting no response, I moved over to him, reaching out I rested my hand on his shoulder and repeated my questions to him. I felt his shoulders drop as he barely whispered, "Mark." I felt a stirring in my heart for Mark as I heard the anguish in his whisper, I was sure now that he had no one and was homeless. "C'mon Mark, I promised you some food," I said as I steered him towards the kitchen. As we walked into the kitchen I had Mark hop up onto one of the barstools that lined my center island as I went around the other side to the fridge. Opening it up I realized I didn't really have much in the way of food, but, I had enough to make some sandwiches. I placed the items on the counter and began to make our dinner. Mark watched me in silence the whole time. Once finished I grabbed us some bottles of water and I headed around to sit next to him. "So, you want to tell me what's up?" I asked him as I set the plate of food in front of him. I reached out tentatively to grab the sandwich, but, stopped short as he saw his dirty hands, he pulled them back close to him slowly and asked, "Is it ok if I wash my hands?" "Of course, kiddo," I said and directed him to the kitchen sink. He slid out of the chair and went over to the sink and washed his hands, like a perfect little gentleman. Wiping his hands with a paper towel he climbed back up and tore into his sandwich. The kid had a healthy appetite he finished his whole sandwich a few bites before I was through with mine. "Thank for the sandwich, man. But, I better get going," Mark said as I was eating the last few bites of my sandwich. "Where you gonna go?" I asked. "Oh, you know, home I guess." "Well shouldn't we call your parents first, at least. You know to let them know you're ok and stuff." I said. "Um, no, don't worry about it, we don't have a phone right now. Thanks though." He slipped down from the barstool and was walking back towards the living room. My heart was screaming at me to not let him go out, but, logically, I knew I couldn't keep him, he wasn't a stray puppy, he could very well have people looking for him. "Are you sure there isn't someone I could call for you?" I asked as I followed him to the door. "I would hate for you to be out there in the cold, how about I drive you home instead?" He stood by the door and looked down at his shoes. His tennis shoes looked like they had seen better days and one was beginning to rip, exposing his toes inside. "Umm...yeah...no...Don't worry about it," he stammered as he approached the door, his hand hovering over the knob. "No, Mark, I will worry," I said as I came up next to him, "You're what, like 13, 14, I can't in good conscience send you back out there by yourself. That would be cruel." "I'm 13," he half whispered. "Look it's late, how about you crash here tonight and tomorrow we can get this all sorted." I said. Mark looked up at me with tear rimmed eyes and nodded his head yes. I was a bit relieved. "Ok, then," I said, "First thing we need to do is get you into the shower, because no offense, you kinda smell." I said with a chuckle. He half smiled at my joke. "Yeah, you don't smell like roses either, buddy," he deadpanned. That made me realize that he was right, this whole time I had been nearly naked and smelled like sweat and gym. I raised my arm to smell my armpit. "Uff, you're right. Sorry `bout that," I said. "It's ok. I survived." "Ha...Ha," was my response. I placed my hand on his shoulder and moved him towards the guest bathroom. My condo was a three bedroom two and a half bath. Since I wasn't a big time entertainer I had converted one of the rooms into a home office and the other into a guest room/man cave. The room was spartanly furnished with most of the focus going to the large screen tv and the various game consoles I had. I ushered Mark past all this quickly to get him into the bathroom that lay at the end of the hallway. I began to draw a bath for him and him get out of his dirty clothes, he seemed a little ashamed at first but he disrobed anyways. His pale skin was covered in welts and bruises, some looked older, some looked freshly made. His underwear were several shades past white, as were his socks. Once fully disrobed he gently made his way into the tub. As he settled himself into the warm water I was able to get a glance at his cocklet and balls. Mark was developing nicely by all appearances his circumcised penis flopped nicely over a small set of balls. Surprised that he was already showing this much, I imagined he would develop a nice large dick as he continued to develop. As much as I wanted to linger, I decided against it, I grabbed his clothing from the floor and went to the laundry. I dropped his filthy clothes in the washing machine and set the machine. I went back to check on Mark and told him I would be showering up as well. My bedroom is my pride and joy. The plate glass windows give me an incredible view of the city and the sound and I have appointed the bedroom with tastefully elegant furniture that give the room a zen, spa-like feel. The bathroom is equally designed and decorated. The few guests that I have entertained here from time to time, have mentioned that the bed and bath is one of the best. I shed my scant clothing as I made my way into my bathroom naked. I stepped into my walk-in shower and luxuriated under the cascade of water that came down from my overhead rain head shower. My hands caressed my body as I soaped myself up. My thoughts kept flickering between Mark in my other bath and Pablo, the hunky gym attendant. My cock began to respond as the more I thought about them. I pictured Pablo sinking to his knees slowly to take my cock between his lips, but, instead of his brown eyes, Marks intense grey eyes stared back up at me as my cock plunged in and out of their mouth. I shivered with desire. I wrapped my soapy hand around my cock and stroked, up and down, I swept my thumb across my mushroom sending shivers down to my toes. It had been a while since I had gotten off, so this would be a welcome jack-off session. In my mind Pablo/Mark teased my cock with their tongue. Their cheeks caved in as they suctioned my cock. Their hands roamed my thighs, up and down, their fingers reaching back across my buttocks to my hole. Up and down my hand went. Faster. Faster. I was getting close. I could see my cock slide in and out those luscious pink lips. The tongue flickered around my mushroom, teasing it. A cough brought the world crashing back around me. I opened my eyes and through the water I could see Mark standing at the doorway of my bathroom. His hard grey eyes were fixed on me. I slowly released the grip on my cock. Should I turn away? I thought. He had already seen me in flagrante delicto as they say. Mark took a slow step into the bathroom, the bath towel I had provided for him looked large around him. He dropped the towel and walked into the shower with me. His naked body glowed in the bathroom light, his small cock a hardened arrow aimed right at me. Mark walked straight up to me, his eyes still searing into my soul, he placed his mouth on my cock and sucked me into his hot, moist, hole. I gasped in shock and pleasure. His tongue flicked across my sensitive glans and it was too much. I exploded. My cock blasted cum into Mark's mouth at a faster rate than he could swallow. A small trickle of cum seeped from the corner of his mouth, I shivered at the sight and the pleasure he was giving me. Holy smokes! What just happened? I thought as I came down my cum high. Looking down Mark was still nursing on my sensitive dick. I gently pushed him of. He looked up at me, smiled, and, swallowed the rest of my load. "You taste kinda sweet," he finally said. "Umm...thanks," I said not knowing how to respond really. Mark turned and walked out of the shower, grabbing his towel off the floor he dried himself off again and walked out. I still wasn't sure how to react. Turning off the water, I walked out of the shower after him. Walking into my bedroom I found Mark on my bed, walking over to him I sat on the foot of the bed. He tried hard to not make eye contact, but, his eyes kept scanning my body. Not knowing how else to approach the subject, I thought being direct would be the best course of action. "Mark," I said as his grey eyes fixated on me, "What was that about?" Mark's grey eyes moistened and began to fill with tears. He looked away and whispered, "I just wanted to say thanks for everything you did. You're not mad are you, please don't be mad." "No, kiddo. I'm not mad, just surprised. Why would you think you needed to thank me like that?" "Because, my stepdad made me thank him like that before he left me on the streets," Mark said as a tear streaked down his cheek. "Oh no," I said and pulled Mark into me and hugged him, this act of kindness caused him to begin sobbing against me "Listen, Mark, you don't have to thank me for anything, I helped you out because that was the right thing to do. You seem like a good kid and I would hate for something bad to you, but, it sounds like some bad things may have already happened." "My Stepdad said I was a bad boy and needed to learn how to be useful. He didn't mean to hurt me, he only hit me when he drank, he said it was the alcohol's fault." "Where is he know?" I asked. "I don't know." Mark sobbed into my chest, his hot breath sent chills through me and caused my nipples to harden. "We drove here cause he was looking for work. He left me at the park not that far away from here and never came back for me. That was a couple of weeks ago, I think." Mark sobbed and whimpered against me, I hugged him against me. I felt something drag across my nipple and it made me shudder. I let my hand roam up and down his back as I cradled him against me. Something in me desperately wanted to ask what else his Stepfather had taught him, but, I didn't want to scare him, or, cause more harm. Not knowing what to do, I did something completely out of the ordinary. "Well, how about you stay here with me until we sort something out." I said to him. Mark pulled away from my chest and stared up at me and smiled. His beautiful face beamed and I found myself coming down to kiss him. Mark responded, opening his lips and pushing his tongue into my mouth. Our kissing grew more intense, my cock rose under my towel and I could feel his push against my abs. I was on fire, my entire body tingled as this kid worked his mouth and tongue on my lips. I felt Mark's weight on me, pushing me back against the mattress. Our towels coming loose as we ground against each other. Mark managed to get me onto my back and straddled my hips. My engorged cock resting on the crack of his ass. I could feel the heat from his hole against my dick. Mark rocked his hips back and forth along my shaft, the boy caused me to gasp out in surprise. He ran his hands up and down my lightly furry chest. The feel of his hands all over my torso caused my dick to leak copiously. If he kept this up I would cum again just from the stimulation. My own hands seemed to be possessed and ran up and down the boy. They roamed over every inch of his body, stopping here and there as if Mark's body was an undiscovered country. My head was still trying to make sense of what was going on and pushed logic back into the equation, but, my body wanted to surrender to the sensations. "No, Mark, wait we shouldn't," I said as Mark slid down my torso kissing my nipples and abs as he made his way down. He looked up at me with a mix of fear and relief in his intense grey eyes. The look was all it took to snap me out of the situation, I knew that if I let my lust take over I would be no better than those that had caused him harm. I pulled Mark up and rolled us onto our sides, our noses nearly touching as I looked at him. "Look, kiddo, I don't know why you think this is the way to thank me, but, you don't have to do this." Tears flooded his eyes again. "But, if I don't, you will kick me out," he said softly as tears rolled down his eyes. "Shh, no, no, I won't do that. Like I said you can stay until we get this sorted. For now, let's just get some sleep and we can see how you feel tomorrow, because, who knows maybe you won't like me." I said with a smirk playing across my lips. Mark looked at me and smiled, but, sadness still lingered in his gaze. I moved to kiss his forehead. Reaching over for the remote on my bedside table I turned off the lights and we drifted off to sleep, tomorrow couldn't come quick enough. ************************************************************************* Thanks for following me on this new story. This story was a little bit slower in pacing and erotica because I started it in the middle of some organized chaos I have going on right now, but, everything is starting to settle down nicely so should be able to continue it soon. In the meantime, if you'd like, check out my other stories on Nifty: Mid-Life Discovery posted in the incest part of the archive Cult of the All-Father posted in the incest part of the archive Flipturn posted in the athletics/high school section of the archive