Date: Sat, 23 Jul 2016 18:35:04 +0000 (UTC) From: bro.yobro@yahoo.com Subject: A Love Found pt. 3 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 pt. 3 I called in sick Monday morning so that I could have the day free to figure out what I needed to do about Mark. I knew I would have to get in contact with a lawyer and CPS to proceed accordingly and above board. Although I toyed with the notion of just not reporting anything at all. Mark said no one was looking for him, he had been on the streets for weeks according to him. I felt torn, but, knew that following the rules would be the best route to go. Then the question became should we go with the truth, or, should I say that his mom was a long lost relative, or, perhaps a friend who got in a bind? If I was a relative, the authorities, might be more willing to let me keep Mark, but, it could invite unwanted attention into my family history. I wasn't quite ready to dust off the mothballs on those memories quite yet, so, as I lay there in bed, my hand gently caressing Mark. I broke the harsh truth to him. We would have to go with the truth for him and hope everything worked out. Mark listened to me patiently, nodding here and there, but, his steely grey eyes took on a far away cast. A tear started to roll down his cheek, I brushed it away with my thumb, I leaned in and kissed his bee-stung pillow soft lips. "Everything will be ok, kiddo" I reassured him. Saying it out loud I hoped the words would reassure me as well. We lay there in my bed a little longer before I got up and got the proverbial ball rolling. The call to CPS turned out to be a surprisingly good one. I gave them Mark's information and they said that they would check police files to see if he was missing and that they would schedule someone to come and collect him if I wanted. I told the lady on the phone that so far he wasn't a burden, but, I would agree to whatever the State's process was. She thanked me and said she would assign me a caseworker who would follow up with me. As I finished up the call, I looked around for Mark, finally finding him sitting in the living room staring out the plate glass windows. I stared at him from the hallway and I felt a stirring internally as I took in the image of this young boy looking melancholy. Something in me made me want to give him a hug, I knew that wouldn't solve anything, but, just maybe some kindness would make a difference for him. Mark turned to face me as he heard me approach, his smile belying the loneliness I saw in his eyes. I sat down on the couch next to him and placed my arm around his shoulder and said, "Well kiddo, I made the call and I guess we just sit and wait for now." Mark just nodded in response and I suggested he go play some video games for the time being if he wanted to, but, Mark said he would rather sit here with me a little while longer. He proceeded to snuggle up against me. I stroked his hair as a gesture of comfort. We sat on the couch for a while, our silence finally being disrupted by the ringing of my cell phone. It was the caseworker who had been assigned to Mark, she sounded pleasant enough as we discussed Mark's situation. She had done a preliminary search and she had not come across any missing children's reports that fit Mark's description in Oregon or Washington. Additionally, she wanted to know if she could come over and interview him. I agreed and gave her my address she indicated she would be at my condo within the hour and we ended the call. I let Mark know that someone would be coming to interview him to help him and determine what his next steps might be and he just nodded. I could feel him slipping back into a dark space so I pulled him into a hug and said told him that I would try and do everything I could to make sure he was ok. Looking down at his tear-filled eyes, I whispered, "I promise," and bent down to give him a gentle kiss on his lips. I let Mark get back to his game and I went out to do some office work in the dining room while I waited for the caseworker. A little over an hour later the ringing of my land line broke me out of my work mode. I answered the phone, it was the caseworker calling from the elevator banks phone system. I would need to allow her access as the penthouse buttons on the elevator were locked out. I entered the necessary code and hung up saying, "See you shortly." A few minutes later my doorbell indicated her arrival. I opened the door and was greeted by Pamela, a nice lady who looked like she could have been latin with a little bit of asian in her. Ushering her into the living room, her gaze went directly to my floor to ceiling windows, "Wow!" she said as she walked over to admire the view. We exchanged pleasantries and then she indicated she would like to speak with Mark, preferably, alone if there was a space for it. I called Mark and let her know that she was welcome to interview him in the living room and I would just move to my bedroom to go work on my office work. She said that would be great. Mark came into the living room, looking a little sullen and worried, Pamela greeted him and told him to relax she just wanted to talk. I left the two of them alone and headed into my bedroom. Closing the door was the hardest thing to do. I wanted to be a fly on the wall, but, I was sure Mark would do fine, as we both secretly hoped he could stay with me. I went over to my desk and set my laptop down and started my work back up. An hour later there was a small knock on my door and I went over to answer it. Mark was standing on the other side, he smiled wanly and said Pamela would like to speak with me. We both headed back to the living room. Pamela, thanked me for extending Mark some compassion in this difficult time for him, and, asked how I felt about taking that kind of responsibility on. I told her it was a welcome change and that if I was in his situation I hoped someone would extend a similar courtesy to me. She asked some personal questions and about my background. She then asked me if I would consider being a foster parent. I told her I would love to if it meant I could help Mark, she said, it would be the first step in helping him beyond what I had already done. She gave me some forms to fill out and that there would be an additional process that I would need to undergo, but, she didn't see why Mark couldn't stay with me in the meantime. He seemed to be comfortable with me, and, sticking him in a state facility might not be the most beneficial to him. I agreed with her on that. I reviewed all the forms she gave me and I signed the one's she needed more urgently. She expressed hope that we would continue working together, but, that due to caseload, Mark might be assigned another caseworker. I let her know that I understood. I asked her how I could go about getting Mark back into school so that he could start having regular order back in his life and she said she would be sending me some forms for that, but, that in the meantime I should see if I could have him tested to see where he should be placed academically. A few forms and explanations later, Pamela smiled and bid her farewells. For the time being Mark would stay with me as that would be the least disruptive to the 13 year old and he seemed to not be a burden. Mark smiled at her decision and embraced me in a hug as soon as I closed the door on Pamela. I hugged him tightly back before leaning down and kissing the top of his head. ******************************************************************************************************** "Shit!" I thought internally, as the reality of the situation, came crashing down on me a few hours later. "I have a freaking kid in my life now." I left my bedroom workstation and headed over to my man cave where Mark was still playing videogames. "Hey, kiddo, now that you're going to be more of a permanent fixture, how about we go get you some more stuff." I said to him as I walked into the darkened room. Mark turned and said, "Sure, what did you have in mind." I started going through a mental checklist of everything he would need. He would need more clothes than what I had gotten him, dressier options for sure, just incase, he would need bedding, towels, toiletries, maybe some furniture he might like to make his space comfortable, I decided then and there that he would have his own space in my apartment so that he wouldn't feel obligated to "thank" me in his special way. "Well, for starters, I want you to have your own room and I want you to pick some items that you like so that it's comfortable for you." I said. Tears began to well up in Mark's eyes, and he said, "Are you sure? I haven't had my own room since I can remember." My heart broke for him all over again. I told him to put some shoes on and we were going to be heading out. We headed out a few minutes later, jumped in my Jeep and we drove out to the various stores we would need to hit up first. Since it was already late in the day, we would leave the IKEA trip for another day, but, we could certainly find him stuff at the big box stores that were around. Our first stop ended up being Target. Mark was overwhelmed by the amount of choices before him. We started in clothing and worked our way around the store. I got him a variety of tees and polos, jeans and chino's. We browsed the underwear aisle and I grabbed him some tank tops and briefs. I also threw some boxers into the mix so that he could have options. Soon enough we had three carts full of various items for him, I was maneuvering our little caravan up to the register as we passed sporting goods. I stopped and asked Mark if he enjoyed playing any sports. He said lowly that he was never allowed to play anything other than the few toys he had gotten from his stepfather. We walked down the aisles and I asked him if he was interested in wanting to learn to play anything. Mark looked up at me with his grey eyes and said, "What did you play?" My heart was breaking for him. I swallowed my feeling and smiled at him and told him that I used to play baseball, soccer, and I loved swimming. I told him how I swam in high school, Mark smiled as I told him that. "I bet you looked hot in those swim briefs." he said and made me blush, and, before I knew it, "So would you," spilled from my mouth. Mark's smile grew even more. "Ok, I want to swim then!" I chuckled and agreed, letting him know that we would need to hit up another store so that we could get him equipped properly for swimming. We made our way to the register and proceeded to check out, load up the car, and head over to my favorite sporting goods store. Walking into the sporting goods store, Mark's eyes once again bugged out in wonder. We walked around the floor before we headed to the swimming section. I noticed his eyes lingering on some more athletic clothing and I my mind wandered to how hot he would look in a jockstrap. I might have to consider purchasing one for him. As we entered the swimming section I had him look over the various briefs and trunks, while I headed over to look at the goggles, picking him up a couple of pairs, I then decided to pick him up a kickboard, a swim buoy and some training paddles. Walking back to Mark, I saw that he was still looking over the various swimming garments and hadn't picked any out. "What wrong, kiddo," I said as I walked up to him. Mark lowered his head and seemed to be clamming up. Putting my hand on his shoulder, "Hey, hey, little man...what's wrong." "All these suits are so expensive," he said, tears beginning to well up in his eyes so he tried to look away, "And, I don't really know how to swim. You're just gonna end up wasting your money." he finished a little angry. "Aww, bud." I said pulling him into a hug. "You got nothing to worry about, I can teach you how to swim, and don't worry about the money, I wouldn't be offering if I didn't want to. You understand me." I felt Mark's head deliciously tickle my abdomen as his head nodded up and down in understanding. I smoothed his hair out and helped him pick a few suits. We ended up with four, two competition suits (one brief, one trunk style), and, two drag suits to help him train. We headed to the registers and paid for the items. The sales assistant was incredibly nice and gave us a pamphlet with information about local swimming leagues for kids. Mark and I thanked her and headed home. ******************************************************************************************************** Later that night, I emailed work to let them know that I would be out for a few more days so that I could have time to make additional arrangements for Mark. Going over my emails, I saw that I had some emails from Pamela and reviewed the information she sent me. She told me she had started processing Mark's information and that I would be hearing more from her in a few days to determine next steps, and, she sent me information about how I could go about getting Mark tested so that we could determine the appropriate classroom setting for him. I emailed her back thanking her for the information, and, asked her how I could go about adopting him. I wanted to make sure he had someone to care for him and as older kids were not often adopted I didn't want him to fall through the cracks, or, end up getting hurt by the system. I hit send and I closed down my computer and headed over to find Mark, who I found playing video games. "Hey," I said walking into the room, "I'm gonna go for a run, you want to come along?" "Yeah, that sounds great," he said, pausing the game and getting up from the floor. Since he was in shorts and an Under Armour tank all he had to do was put on his running shoes. I headed to my room with Mark trailing behind me and changed into my running gear. I grabbed my army green nylon running shorts and slipped them on. The soft fabric liner caressed my balls and cock perfectly. I loved the silky feel of the fabric, and, paired them with a black tank top. I grabbed a pair of running shoes and turned to walk out of my closet, only to see Mark standing at their mouth agape. His eyes fixed onto my crotch as I walked towards him. "Can I get a pair like that?" he asked. "Um, not sure they make them in your size, kiddo," I said with a chuckle. "C'mon let's go run before it gets any darker. Oh, and close your mouth you might swallow a fly." I laughingly finished. We walked out of my condo and took the elevator down. We did some quick stretches in the lobby and then headed out. We did the same circuit we had done last time and was glad to see that Mark could still keep pace. We looped the park and headed back to my building. Entering the building, I asked Mark if he wanted to check out the pool and he readily agreed, we rode the elevator to the third floor where the gym and pool facilities were located in the building. The gym was a decent set-up. I showed him the free weights and machines. The place was equipped with various cardio machines as well, but, most of our cardio would come from swimming. We walked into the pool area and Mark was impressed. The building boasted two swimming spaces. A large community swimming pool with a narrow end for splashing about, and, then my favorite, a longer, but, smaller pool that was dedicated solely for lap swimming. I pointed out to Mark that this is where we would be training. He beamed a smile at me as asked, "When could we start." "Tomorrow, if you want." I responded. He smiled, gave me a big hug and thanked me. We headed back to the elevator and rode it up. I had Mark go take a shower and get ready for bed as we walked in, and, headed off to my bathroom to do the same. The hot shower felt great and I luxuriated under the falling spray. I soaped up my body and ran my hands over my various planes and angles. My cock started to respond, but, I left it alone and finished up in the shower. I toweled off and slipped on a pair of N2N lounge shorts that I used to sleep in. I loved the pair and had several of them, as well as, their long pants because they were made of the softest fabric ever and on top of that they were comfy and super sexy. I heard Mark calling out my name in a pained voice. I walked out to check and see how Mark was doing, his voice making me alarmed as I approached what would become his room. I found him on the floor grasping his leg, his face a contortion of pain and anguish. "Oh my god, kiddo, what's wrong!" I said as I saw him. His eyes were shut tight, his hands grasped his thigh, he whimpered out, "I'm cramping! It hurts!" I rushed to his side and started massaging his thigh to try and work out the lactic acid build-up. All he could do was whimper. In my rush to help him I failed to notice that he was naked. As my hand traveled up his thigh the back of it brushed against his cock and balls. Mark continued whimpering and moaning. I told him to hang tight and I went to the kitchen, grabbing a banana, some water and some of my potassium supplements, I headed back to my patient. Mark was trying to get up of the floor when I walked back into the room, rushing over I helped him up. He said the back of his thigh was still cramping and hurting and I had him eat banana and drink some water. I had him lean up against the bed and I tried massaging his hamstring. Crouched behind him, my face was at the level of his ass, my eyes wandered over his growing globes, he was starting to get a light peach fuzz over them, I swept my hands up closer to Mark's ass. I asked him how he was doing. He said the pain was starting to go, but, it felt like his other leg might start cramping. I had him take some of the potassium and had him keep drinking the water. "Do you think you can walk?" I asked Mark after he finished gulping down the potassium pills and water. He shook his head a little tentatively. I smiled and moved him to my room so that I could properly rub his legs down with oil and balm. I laid a long beach towel on the chaise lounger I had in my room and had him get up on it. I walked into my bathroom and grabbed some massage oil and tiger balm. As I walked back out, I lingered at the doorframe taking in the sight of the beautiful, naked 13-year old reclining on my chaise. Mark had his head turned and was staring out the plate glass windows, he turned his head towards me as he saw my reflection on the window as I approached him. I smiled at him lovingly, my hands caressing him as I sat down at the end of the chaise. He smiled as well, his eyes were beginning to lose some of their harsh edge. I dabbed some balm onto the palm of my hand before pouring oil into it. I moved over and started massaging his left leg. The oil soaked into his skin and he began to glow in the room's lighting. My hands slipped easily over his developing muscles, I could feel them twitch and loosening under my touch. Mark sighed and moaned. He closed his eyes and he luxuriated in the massage I was giving him. My touch was having an effect, he small cock began to grow and distend. Mark's peachy white pillar was inviting to watch, I wanted to take it in my mouth and worship it, but, I wanted to him to have the say on whether this became more than a massage so I held off. I moved down his leg and began trying to loosen the tight muscles he had in his calf. I found a knot and worked it loose, causing an audible gasp to escape Mark. I poured some more oil onto his leg and rubbed it in, my hands swept over his calf again and moved down to his ankle and foot. I pushed my thumbs into the arch of his foot and moved up towards his toes, slipping an oily finger between each of his toes. Mark squirmed and suppressed laughter, my beautiful boy was ticklish in his feet. I moved over to his other leg and repeated the process. His cock throbbed the entire time. I wasn't sure if it was a trick of the light, but, it looked like he was beginning to drip pre-cum. My own cock was beginning to tent my shorts obscenely, so I tried to focus on the task, but, knowing I was running my hands over Mark's coltish legs was beginning to get me hot and bothered. My hand moved languidly up his inner thigh, my fingers fanned out millimeters from where his balls were resting against it. Mark gasped out and bit his lip. I massaged his thigh with long fluid strokes to move any remaining lactic acid and help stretch out his muscles. I repeated the same process I had performed before. Mark sighed and moaned in pleasure. As I finished up massaging his legs, I grabbed them and pulled him down the lounger a bit. Mark opened his eyes looking at me through half-lidded eyes. I told him I was going to do some stretches and he just nodded his approval. I grabbed one of his legs by the ankle and started lifting it up and back towards his chest. His cock and balls tumbling through as the leg went past. "Let me know when it starts to feel like to much," I said softly. "Ok," Mark sighed out. I pushed his leg back until his shin was almost up against his chest. I moved into the crook of his body a little closer, placing my hand on the upper thigh of his other leg so that the stretch was done properly. Our cocks touched lightly against one another. His naked, mine covered by a thin layer of cloth. We both gasped as an electric spark jolted through us. I leaned down and grazed his lips with mine. Mark whimpered against them and his tongue snaked out to lick them. His gesture drove me over the edge and I kissed him passionately. I released his leg and brought both hands up to cradle his face as I kissed him. I felt an internal dam within me burst forth with love for this boy, by heart and cock both swelled to their fullest. Mark wrapped his leg around my waist and moved his naked cock against mine. He pressed and rubbed his hard cock against mine, whimpering into my lips. Our tongues dueled with each other, Mark nipped at my lips. I pulled back and moved down to his neck, kissing and licking at the sensitive skin there. Our skin pressed against each other, his hands roamed over my torso, I hugged him and wrapped my arms around his waist, lifting him off the lounger, his legs wrapped around me, and I walked us to my bed. I lay him gently down on his back, dropped my shorts and moved up over him. We resumed our kisses, I made my way down his chest, licking at his little boy nipples. I liked and kissed the muscles that were beginning to form their, beneath, his baby fat. My tongue and lips continued their downward progress. I licked around the sensitive skin around his crotch. I ran my tongue around his balls. Mark writhed and moaned above me, his hands grabbing at the duvet and balling it in his grasp. His legs quivered around me. I moved down to that sweet boy spot between his balls and his ass, I licked and flattened my tongue against his taint, the source of his boy musk. I grabbed his legs and put them on my shoulders as I went to town, kissing and licking his taint. My tongue dipping down to the edge of his ass every so often. I felt Mark's hand on my head, he raked his fingers through my hair, his moans and gasps filled the room. His breath, came fast, practically hyperventilating, as I moved back up his balls and licked his shaft. My lips kissed the head of his cock, I opened my mouth and engulfed his cock. Mark let out a loud gasp, his fingers pulled at my hair, as his cock entered the warm, moist cavern that my mouth made. I collapsed my cheeks and began sucking on his little cock. His sweet pre-cum filled my mouth, my tongue swirled and sweeped across his shaft, I probed his meatus, licked around the corona of his cock. Mark sighed out, "I'm gonna cum, Chris!" His voice mewling and soft, in stark contrast to his earlier gasps. I felt his balls tighten up against him and soon Mark was blasting sweet, watery cum into my mouth. I swallowed quickly to make room for more, as my mouth was deluged with pump after pump of cum erupting from him. Finally, his cock stopped shooting out cum and I licked his shaft to clean him off, making sure to get every bit of protein. Finally pulling off his cock, I looked down at the young man on my bed. Eyes closed, chest heaving, legs akimbo, he was a vision of wanton lust. I slowly stroked his body as he came down from his orgasmic high. I leaned down and kissed him here and there. Licking and nipping. My cock throbbed, heavy and slick with pre-cum. I slid my hands down to Mark's thighs and lifted his legs up once again. I pulled them up and back towards him, lifting his ass towards my tongue. I licked and probed his asshole with my tongue. Mark gasped and moaned as my tongue entered him. My nose, coming to a rest on his taint, was filled with his musky scent sending me into a pheromone filled frenzy. My tongue flickered and dug into his velvety tunnel. I reluctantly pulled back from his ass and lowered it a bit so that I could press my dripping cock against it. Mark moaned as he felt my head press against his back entrance. I lingered there for a moment relishing the sight of my cockhead about to part his nether lips and enter his most sacred space. I pushed gently against his hole, my cock wrinkling a bit before finally breaking through and entering the warmth that lay inside. My beautiful boy shivered beneath me. My cock continued to enter pushing past Mark's tight barriers. I gasped when I felt my pubic bone press against him. His heat entered me, coursing through my veins, through our seven and a half inch connection. I rested against him for a moment, luxuriating in the heat. I had closed my eyes as I had speared him, and, my other senses worked overtime to paint a vivid picture for me. I could hear Mark's breath coming in fast and short, my skin broke out in goosepimples at the feel of his legs scraping against my torso as he raked his legs against them. I could smell the pheromones he was giving off. I pulsed my hips against his and Mark let out a wanton gasp. His tight tunnel squeezing my cock like a vice. I let out a moan as I feel the pressure of his body squeeze my cock. My hips go on autopilot and I begin to move forward and backwards against Mark. "Ah! Unh! Unh!" Mark cries out. "Oh baby, you're so tight." I gasped. My hands begin to roam his thighs and legs before I move them up to his torso, my fingers rake across his nipples, I tweak his stiff nubs, eliciting more gasps and moans from my beautiful boy. My cock continues to enter and exit him. Mark whimpers beneath me, I lean down and start kissing the boy, his muffled whimpers and gasps fill my mouth as my tongue opens his. In... Out... In... Out... The sound of my hips slapping against his fills the room. His hands claw at my back and sides. In... Out... In... Out... I drive my cock into his velvety tunnel, it's walls rippling along the length of my shaft, teasing it, trying to draw out my cum. I can feel myself getting close, so I speed up my thrusts. "AAHH!" Mark cries out, as my cock redoubles its assault on his ass. "Huunhh! Huunnh!" He moans repeatedly as I spear him. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum!" I say as I lean back and spread his legs. My cock a blur as it pistons in and out of his ass. I can feel my balls start churning my cum for an eruption. I lick Mark's ankles and feet. I suck on his right toe as I continue to fuck him. "Unh! Unh! Unh!" Mark pants. "I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum!" My cock drives in and out "Unh! Unh! Unh!" "Oh fuck! Yeah baby!" My cock throbs in anticipation of my nut. "Unh! Unh! Unh!" "Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" I'm at the precipice. "I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum! I'm...I'm...I'M CUMMING!" I shout out as my cock throbs one more time inside my beautiful boy's steamy furnace and I explode rope after rope of hot, sticky, cum deep into him. "Oh! Chris!" Mark whispers, shivering beneath me. His cock begins pumping out watery cum once again. His cock goes off like a protein sprinkler coating both of us in warm stickiness. My body spasms, as shivers race through my spine and out towards my extremities. My hard cock slowly begins to stop pumping cum into Mark, but, stays hard in his warm embrace. We are both sweating and sticky, I gently lean down shifting him so that we are laying on our sides, my cock still lodged in him. "Fuck!" I say, "that was intense!" Mark at a complete loss for words can only shake his head. We sink into our post coital afterglow and slowly drift off to sleep. *********************************************************************** Please consider reading my other stories located on the Nifty archive! Expectans Solis, or, waiting for the sun (relationships) Mid-Life Discovery (incest) The Cult of the All-Father (incest) A Love Found (adult/youth) Flipturn (athletics/high school)