Date: Fri, 04 Oct 2002 13:21:09 -0400
From: sidg0714@cs.com
Subject: Arkansas Vacation: The Purchase

     The following is another part of the continuing adventures of
Peckertown, Arkansas.  It is a work of fiction.  Peckertown does not exist
so don't go looking for it no matter how good it sounds to you.  The story
does contain man-teen consensual sex so if that doesn't appeal to you or
will get your butt whipped if you're found with it please leave.
     All comments to sidg0714@cs.com.

Arkansas Vacation: The Purchase
By Sid G. (c)2002

     For $474.69 I bought myself a boy.  Not any boy mind you but the boy
of my dreams for an entire week.  That's the beauty of going down to
Peckertown, Arkansas you know.  What you want is possible, if what you want
is man-boy sex that is.
     It wasn't my first trip there since the age of consent laws were
lowered to thirteen, ten with parental consent.  What a variety of boys
I've enjoyed over the years.  And enjoyed is the word and with some it was
even more than sex.  It was three months, a record, between my last two
trips and I spent a lot of that time developing a picture of my ideal boy.
I'd spent a lot of time with Edgar the previous couple of trips but decided
to put him out of my mind for the job at hand.
     Well at least my thinking mind, the dumb one between my legs sure
remembered him, and a few of the others too.
     Why did I decide to pick one?  Well I turned 51 right before my last
visit and it has been a shitty year and I won't bore you with details since
they only depress me and they aren't relevant to the tale, or is that tail,
anyway.
     My research began with a slideshow of the pictures I'd taken on my
various trips to Peckertown along with various lakes, pools and basketball
courts elsewhere where young boys are showing a lot of boy skin.  Lot more
skin in Peckertown and all the nudes were from there.  Took me three loads
to go through them twice.  A few things were decided right away.  I
preferred boys thirteen-fourteen, old enough to cum, who were firm but more
along a runner or swimmer's build than a weightlifter, nice firm butt and
legs.  (Shit, getting hard again just writing this.)  That despite having
great times with other races I preferred whites but nicely tanned.  Of
course tans are automatic for boys who go virtually naked in southeastern
Arkansas.
     And while I want him to be able to cum I prefer the smooth, all right
the hairless look even if it's due to shaving or electrolysis.  But a nice
head of hair, preferably long, about shoulder length.
     Hair color was the hardest decision, and the choice was between jet
black and blond.  Couldn't get further apart could I?  I decided on black
because the first boy I ever loved 28 years ago had beautiful black hair.
Lord has it been that long?
     No tattoos, maybe one small personal one someplace out of the way.
These bands and characters and glyphs and worst of all the full body art
just turn me off.  There's nothing more beautiful than a boy's body so I
can't understand why they have to decorate it.  Piercing I can live with as
long as they don't look like a pin cushion.  As I said I'm 51 and old
fashioned about some things.
     I'd gotten that far and looked at the clock and saw it was going on
eleven that Friday night.  No work the next day and just as importantly no
school.  I slipped into my jeans and short sleeve shirt and headed down to
my favorite arcade.  Not one of those fancy family friendly security camera
laden places but an older one whose attributes included the best machines
in a darkened maze, less eyestrain, and lots of boys out later than they
should be.
     After all these years they know me there and after a few words with
the manager and getting my usual twenty dollars worth of tokens I headed to
the old pinball machines in the back.  I don't play twenty dollars worth
because familiar faces bum at least five dollars worth by the time I get
back there.  Some stick their cute asses out for a little pat in thanks,
others just smile their beautiful boy smiles.
     There were two boys at the machines when I got to the back of the
place.
     They turned around and smiled.
     "Hey Uncle Token, here to play?" Charlie said.  Long black hair
covered about as much of his ass as his shorts did.  He turned and his open
shirt with the cut off sleeves revealed a firm chest.  The top button on
his shorts was undone and the zipper was down just enough to show he wasn't
wearing anything underneath, as usual.
     "Been waiting for you," Marc said.  His hair wasn't quite as long or
quite as black and he had a white streak down the left side.  He was
wearing running shorts hung low on his hips and a torn off mesh jersey that
left plenty of abdomen showing.
     "I was hoping you two would be here.  Got games to finish?"
     Charlie shook his head.
     Marc smiled, "One ball to go and I've already got three free built up
so Uncle Token can keep his hands out of his pockets."
     "Cool, play it so we can get to it," Charlie said.
     I watched Marc play and knew I was going to be in for it.  Realized
how much both of them looked like my ideal boy.  At fourteen both knew they
were gay and enjoyed sex.  Best of all both lived with their families who
supported them and would not approve if they knew about our relationship.
In fact they'd be shocked by the outfits they were wearing.  The outer
clothes they left home in were in the backpacks in the corner.
     The rules were simple.  Loser got sucked, first by high man and then
by second.  Once or twice they'd fucked each other in front of me but I was
not to be fucker or fuckee with them which suited me fine.  That night I
was either too tired or too distracted and lost.  Marc was still on and
easily won.
     We headed over to the boy's room, made sure we were alone and locked
the door. I knelt before Marc and lowered his shorts while Charlie leaned
on the door.  Everybody knew what was going on, and nobody wanted to catch
Uncle Token either.
     I tweaked his nipples as my hands roamed from his budding six-pack to
his tight ass.  I licked his cock and balls and he moaned.
     "Now, can't wait," he said.
     And who am I to argue?  I quickly swallowed his hard five inches and
felt the first drops of precum drip from his pulsing rod onto my tongue.
For the first five minutes I slowly worked his circumcised cock and right
on schedule the young teen began face fucking me and moments later I was
drinking his sweet load.
     I licked him clean and then he used a towel from his backpack to dry
himself before putting his shorts back on.
     Marc gave his boyfriend a kiss as they changed positions.  Charlie
slowly lowered his zipper as he walked toward me and when he got to me a
simple inhale caused the shorts to fall to the ground leaving his hard four
inches twitching in front of my face.  Charlie's a little hairier than Marc
but well within my acceptable limits.  I played with his uncut cock for a
couple minutes before he guided it between my lips.  He let me work it till
he came, which admittedly didn't take long.
     Then he stood me up and knelt in front of me.  He took my cock out and
quickly sucked all seven inches in.  It wasn't part of the usual rules, but
then it was a rule we'd all broken regularly.
     Of course as hot as I was after being around and blowing two gorgeous
boys it didn't take me long to fill his throat with my love.
     When we were cleaned, dried and dressed we hugged and went back to the
machines.  We played another game then I left.  They got the rest of my
tokens but no cash.  Marc told me early in our relationship that tokens
were a gift while cash made them sluts.  They said thanks, wished their
Uncle Token good-night and I left.

     I woke about ten and spent the next few hours doing housework and
errands.  Just after three I grabbed a beer and started through the
slideshow again.  This time when I saw a Peckertown boy who met my
guidelines I saved the picture to a new directory.  It took a couple hours
but I was now down to thirty-seven boys.  That might sound like a lot but
this is Peckertown after all with several hundred boy whores floating
around.
     Of the thirty-seven I had already slept with fifteen and quickly
eliminated ten of those.  I knew they lacked any intellect which was the
one quality I didn't list at the beginning.  I don't expect the boy to be
my intellectual equal even if he was going to the reopened school but at
least be able to have a conversation that didn't revolve around what the
next sex act or meal was.
     One of the five was Edgar and I blew up his picture on the screen and
sat back and thought.  He was everything I was looking for in looks, sexual
talent and brains.  Plus I knew and liked him, and I thought he liked me on
a level beyond a steady customer.  Couldn't be sure of that of course but
nothing else to do but go with my gut.
     The other four had been good in bed and pleasant company as well but
not what Edgar had.  I looked at the remainder and said why go with
strangers when, well when there is Edgar.  I went online and made my
reservations for two weeks later and once everything was confirmed I
emailed Edgar, told him when I was coming down and what was his rate for a
week.  I wanted an exclusive for the entire time.  About ten minutes later
the new mail notice popped up on the screen and I was surprised to see it
was from Edgar.

Hi Dave
     Looking at my email when you showed up.  I'll meet you at Jorgenson
Inn about four and stay with you till you have to leave.  I'm really
looking forward to this, honored you want only me or at least me all the
time.  If you want another boy to join us I won't mind.
     My rate for the week is $475.00.  If this is too high let me know.
Edgar.

     I wrote back that the rate was fine and I'd see him then.

     The plane was late plus an accident on Interstate 30 meant I didn't
get in until five.  I left the rental car and went inside to check in.  I
saw him sitting on a couch to the side.  He was wearing a pair of shorts
that barely reached his thigh, tee-shirt and sandals and was staring at the
floor.  I walked over and raised his chin.  In seconds his expression
changed from sadness to wariness to a big smile.
     "Sorry buddy, plane was late.  Come on, we've got to check in."  I
held out my hand and he took it.
     Wouldn't be surprised if some of the other guests thought we were
father and son the way we were talking and acting instead of the truth.
The boy checking us in knew better and was surprised when I told him I
wanted Edgar to have his own key and hotel charge card.
     "I'm going to be here the whole week Ty," Edgar said with obvious
pride.
     "Cool," Ty said and they touched fists.
     "Ty and my apartments are next to each other," he said in the
elevator.
     "Proud of you, finally got your own place."
     "Well, me and three of my friends share a two bedroom with a kitchen
and living room.  It's really nice to have a home."
     A twinge hit me as the elevator door opened and we walked down the
corridor to our room.  The bellhop brought the bags in and gave a big smile
and thank you for his tip, blew a kiss and left.
     By the time I turned around Edgar was naked and walking toward me.  I
started to unbutton but he shook his head and I let him undress me as I
soaked in his magnificent body.  He'd firmed up since the last time and
definitely looked happier and healthier overall.  Having a home of your own
will do that.  I took his perfectly cut cock in my hand and it felt bigger
too.  I kicked my sneakers off and stepped out of my shorts.  Edgar took
hold of my cock and led me to the bed and pushed me down.
     He started nibbling on my nipples but I pulled him off and to my side.
We kissed for a while.
     "Want to know why I contacted you now?" I asked as my hand stroked his
hairless chest and crotch.
     "I'm your favorite whore?"
     "More than that.  I sat down at home and designed my ideal boy without
thinking of any one boy, not even you.  Put down everything, including
having a good personality and being smart."
     "I'm not smart, never got good grades in school.  Last thing my daddy
told me was that he was getting tired of his idiot son and now that I was
gay he didn't want no part of me."
     I kissed the tears off his eyes.  "Your father was the idiot.  I think
you're smarter than him any day."
     "Really?"
     I nodded and he kissed me hard, a kiss of caring and not lust.
     "Then I went through all the pictures I've taken down here and there
you were and that's why you're here.  You are my ideal boy."
     His arms reached around me and I brought him close to me in a tight
hug as he cried.  Knew this was the first time anybody ever said he was
ideal or anything in any area but sex.
     Slowly he recovered and started kissing my lips then slowly worked
down my chest to my nipples and down toward my cock.  Reaching it he looked
into my eyes, smiled then blew me a kiss which I returned.
     He shook his long black hair and took my hard cock into his mouth and
slowly began.  Down an inch, up a half until his lips were on my pubes and
his tongue on my balls.  My hands were ruffling his hair as I moaned and
began leaking precum.  His tongue lapped it up then started playing with my
tongue as he continued bobbing his distended mouth up and down my hardening
cock.  It had been too long since my last orgasm and this moment was too
special and too hot so despite my best efforts it didn't take me long
before I shot.
     I pulled him up to my mouth and our tongues danced together while my
hands roamed over his beautiful body.  I ran my finger down his crack and
his legs spread giving me access to his perfect rosebud.  I touched the bud
and it bloomed giving me access to his special place.  His rigid cock
pressed into my gut and I brought it to my mouth.
     First I smelled it, the delicate musk of a young boy's cock is enough
to turn anybody's mind to mush and their thoughts to lust.  I quickly began
licking it, enjoying the taste that came with the smell as I continued
finger fucking his hole.
     "Oh Dave, oh Dave, feels so good," Edgar said.
     I quickly swallowed his cock and ran my tongue around it tasting the
sweat and precum dripping down.  I added a second finger up his hole and
found his prostate and slowly massaged it.
     "Cumming, can't wait, cumming," Edgar said softly and did.
     He collapsed on top of me and rolled off to the side his cock popped
out of my mouth as my fingers popped out of his anus.
     "That was so good," Edgar said as he curled into me, "almost like..."
and he was asleep.
     I kissed the top of his head and joined him.

     Sometime later my stomach twitched and wouldn't stop.  I opened my
eyes and looked into Edgar's deep blue eyes.
     "Hungry."
     I looked at the clock, it was almost eight.  "Out or room service?"
     "Love to go downstairs to Cody's but can't?"
     "Because you're a whore?"
     He giggled, "No, just don't have right clothes for it.  His motto is
you can be a slut just don't dress like one.  And all my clothes are slut
clothes."
     "Tell you what, today room service and maybe go for a walk, tomorrow
we buy you some non-slut clothes and we'll go to Cody's then."
     Edgar started to smile but then began to shake his head.
     "Clothes, meals and anything else is on top of the money," I said.
     He let out a deep sigh, "I like you Dave, really.  Not like I like
customers, but more."
     We kissed, a long soulful passionate kiss.
     "Hungry," he repeated.
     "I'm going to shower, you order two of everything you want."
     "What are you going to eat?"
     I looked over my shoulder at him.
     "Hey, I'm a growing boy," he said with a smile and I threw a pillow at
him.
     "Make it three."

     Edgar was so proud when they seated us the next night.  Cody led us to
a table that gave us privacy but people could see him from the hotel lobby.
And to his delight several of his friends did on their way upstairs with
clients.  But except for nods and smiles to them he was the perfect
gentleman.
     As we ate he told me that he had school in the morning but it was
understood that a good client came first.  He giggled at the pun and I
joined him.
     "No, you go to school, I believe its just a few hours in the morning."
     "From nine to one Tuesday through Friday.  The few of us showing up on
Monday's were too tired from a weekend of work so they cut it to four
days."
     "What are you studying?"
     "You really want to know or are you just being polite?"
     The question startled me and I took a moment to think about the
answer.  Other things began to cross my mind.
     "Don't be embarrassed Dave, polite is ok."
     "No Edgar, your question surprised me and it got me thinking.  Wanted
to give you a true answer.  I do want to know what you're taking and how
you're doing in them," I said as I took his hand and kissed it.
     He blushed, then kissed mine.
     "English, American History, a basic science course, health, ok healthy
sexual practices, well really."
     "I get the idea, and it's a good idea.  Anything else?"
     "Basic math and computers.  The idea is that by the time we're too old
to work the streets or clubs here we'll have some kind of education so we
can get a regular job of some kind.  They don't really give us grades and
there's lot of individual attention between teachers and aides.  Teachers
tell me I'm doing good though.  Tell you we were shocked at the amount of
locals who volunteer to help us, donate money and things to the school."
     "Cool, don't get enough of that back home."
     "If I'm going to school then I'll have to go home and pick up my
books."
     "Do you have your homework done?"
     He blushed.
     "We'll drive over after dinner and you can run up and get your books
and do it back here."
     "You can even come up and see the place," he said excitedly.  "Don't
worry we don't bring clients there."
     "Good, home should be where you get away from business."
     "Oh we talk about our days, anybody to look for to go after or stay
away.  Fred even said the other day it was like when he was home and his
parents talked about their day at work.  He was right but we got pissed at
him because we don't like to think of back then."
     Edgar picked his silverware back up and began working on his food.  I
did the same and watched him just move things around.
     "Come here," I said and opened my arms.  He shook his head and then
moved over.
     "That's why, yeah my parents weren't really nice to me but," he
shrugged.
     "No reason for throwing you out with the garbage either.  You and your
friends deserved better."
     Edgar pushed himself up and dried his eyes.  "You really believe
that?"
     "Yes my ideal boy.  I really do."
     "Thanks, now we'd better finish supper before it gets cold," Edgar
said and got off my lap.
     I couldn't help but laugh and he grinned back.

     The next morning I gave him ten for cab ride to school and lunch
there.  As I watched the ass I'd fucked several times the night before now
clad in new shorts wiggle out of the room I sighed.
     "Dave, you know there's a problem with actually finding and liking
your ideal boy," I said to the ceiling.
     The problem? It was becoming more than liking, much more.  And I knew
it was on several levels, not just sex.  I tried imagining Marc and Charlie
and they looked like Edgar.  Until I put the three of them together.  My
imagination took off and I watched them interact and I thought they all
looked really happy.  Knew they'd like and help each other.
     I got out of bed and walked to the window and looked out.  Confused,
wondering what the hell I was thinking.  This wasn't some story on the
nifty web site where boy and man meet, have great sex and live happily ever
after.  And my business and life were back home, no way could I just pick
up and move like Marc Fogel and others had.
     After a long spell of random incoherent thoughts I put on my swim
trunks and went down to the indoor pool with my book.  I tried reading,
swimming, drinking but my mind, my soul was driving me nuts.
     I'd finally fallen asleep when a wave of water covered me.  Looked
over and Edgar and his three roommates were looking at me from the pool,
four laughing smiles.
     I may not be as young and limber but I make it up in size which they
quickly realized when I jumped over them and caught them with the
cannonball splash.  Edgar swam over and gave me a big kiss.
     "Do you mind that I invited them over?" he asked.
     "Nope, have you guys had lunch?  I'm starving."
     "Nope, can we have them bring it here so we don't have to change so
soon."
     "No problem, how many hamburger deluxe and how many cheeseburger, with
coke?"
     At four we went back up to the room where the four of them jumped me
as soon as I had my suit off.  Of course the pros already had theirs off so
I had the great pleasure of four gorgeous young boy bodies on all sides of
me.  I lay back and enjoyed their hands and mouths explore my body, each
one taking my swollen member into their mouths, bring me to the edge before
they moved on.
     Finally Chang, the youngest and smallest, sat on my throbbing organ
and quickly took it all into his hot experienced hole.  We both caught our
breath and then he started manipulating his anal muscles around my cock.  I
groaned and twisted my body under his.  The other three boys gently rubbing
my chest and legs to distract me but to no avail.  In moments I shot my
load up Chang's ass.
     I lifted his smooth hairless body and took his uncut four inches into
my mouth and began returning the pleasure as I felt my cum run out of his
ass onto my chest.  And just as quickly being lapped up by multiple
tongues.
     One mouth started licking my cock clean causing it to harden again.
     Edgar quickly swallowed it then let go to my disappointment.
     "Oh yeah, fuck me Abul," Edgar said and moments later swallowed me
again.
     "Yea Jesse, ram it home, fuck my boy pussy you little slut," Abul
shouted and the chain was complete.
     "Ed, he give up on you send me over, he got boy loving mouth," Chang
said.
     A second later there was a hard slap and Chang yelled and went deeper
down my throat.  Moments later he shot down my throat and I swear right
back out my cock and into Edgar who promptly got it from Abul who was
refilled by Jesse.
     We sprawled over the king size bed.  Edgar in my arms and the other
three intertwined among themselves.  I motioned to Edgar if he wanted to
join them and he shook his head.
     About seven we all went to the Tasty Buns for supper and then dropped
the other three off at their apartment.
     "Ed, remember tomorrow at two," Jesse said as he closed the car door.
     "Oh shit," Edgar said as we pulled away, "I almost forgot."
     "Forgot what?"
     "No, not another client.  Tomorrow is emancipation day.  I'll finally
be legally free of my parents."
     "What?" I said and pulled to the curb.
     "Something wrong?" he asked.
     "No, I just want to hear this without distractions.  What do you mean
you'll be free?"
     "It's sort of like divorcing my parents.  The way it works here is
that if you are at least fourteen and have been living and working in
Peckertown for at least one full uninterrupted year you can go to the court
here in town and ask to be declared an emancipated adult."
     "Which means?"
     "My parents no longer have any say in my life.  They can't force me to
go home with them, even if they catch me outside Arkansas.  Judge Monroe
devotes the afternoon of the first Wednesday of the month to accepting
petitions and ruling on them.  I applied two months ago and tomorrow's my
hearing.  Will you come with me?"
     "Sure," I said.  "Can anything stop it?"
     "Had to send letter to my parents and unless they show up and say they
want to reconcile there's nothing that can stop it.  Even if they do that
they have to stay here one month and we have to go to counseling together
and separate.  Then its back in front of the judge."
     "Any chance of them showing up?"
     Edgar's laugh was bitter.  "Letter came back, no forwarding address."
     "Jesse goes tomorrow too?"
     "All of us."
     "Cool, tell you what after court I'll take all four of you and whoever
else you want to The Big Lick to celebrate."
     "Really?  A big party?  I'll call as soon as we get back home," Edgar
said and started bouncing on the seat.
     "Really, just let me know if I have to reserve the whole place," I
said and laughed.
     Remembered his choice of words.
     And wondered.
     Made some phone calls while Edgar was at school the next morning and
had my answers by the time I picked him and his friends at school to go to
court.
     There were ten cases on the docket and not one parent showed up.  I
wasn't the only concerned adult though.  There were three other men sitting
with their special boy.  Edgar told me all three had moved down to be with
the boy.
     I smiled and told him I couldn't do that.
     Disappointment was obvious but he smiled and nodded.
     While we waited I told him about the small publishing company I owned
and ran.  Why it needed to be in Dallas.  Edgar asked about the rest of my
life and I told him.  Forgetting to tell him about Marc and Charlie.
     And didn't understand why.  Even when I remembered I didn't bring them
up.
     "Do you have any."
     "Edgar Aaronson, will you please approach the bench," the bailiff said
cutting him off.
     He took a deep breath and squeezed my hand before walking up the aisle
and through the swinging gate.  Judge Monroe was sitting at a desk in front
of the bench with another chair to the side.  He shook Edgar's hand and
then had the bailiff swear him in.
     "Now Edgar, you know you just promised to tell the truth," the judge
said once Edgar was seated.
     "Yes Sir, and I promise I will."
     "Good, now I want you to relax and try not to be too nervous.  I know
this is a big step for you.  Just got a couple of questions.  First I want
you to read over your application again."
     Edgar took the sheets from the Judge and began reading.
     "Ok now.  First thing I have to know is that everything in those
papers is true."
     "It is Sir."
     "Did you mail the letter to your parents?"
     "Yes Sir," Edgar reached into his pants pocket and brought it out,
"You can see it came back marked no forwarding address and I don't know
where they went."
     "I'm glad you brought this in Edgar, makes my job easier.  Now there
is one final question I have to ask you."
     "Yes Sir?"  "Do you still want to do this?  Cut your parents,
brothers, all your relatives out of your life forever."
     "Yes Sir, just finishing what they started."
     "Then this court grants your petition and you are now an emancipated
minor.  Good luck Edgar, you ever need anything we are here to help."
     "Thank you Sir," Edgar said, shook the outstretched hand before, then
took a folder from the bailiff and shook his hand.
     "Keep that safe son, that's your copy of the ruling.  You may need it
down the line," the bailiff said.
     "Thanks Sir," Edgar said and clasped the folder to his chest as he
walked back to me.
     Chang was next and Jesse was the tenth and last boy.  We walked out of
the courthouse two hours after we started with ten new free and independent
boys.
     "Going to make copy and send it to them, let them know they don't have
son any more," Abul said.
     Wang and Jesse agreed.
     "Sorry Ed, forgot you can't do that," Jesse said.
     A wicked smile crossed Edgar's face.  "You know, my hometown isn't all
that different than Peckertown probably was before and even now.  Think
I'll take out an ad in the local paper telling everybody.  They both had
family there and I'm sure one of them will tell them.  And just going to
say I did it because they kicked me out, nothing about being gay.  Some
people there would think it's a good reason."
     I hugged him close.  "Great idea.  Now who's ready to celebrate?"
     Four loud shouts later we were on our way.  Outside of The Big Lick a
dozen more boys waited for us.  Big Sol led us to a private party room and
after taking our orders left us alone.  I was getting hot as hell with all
those boys in various states of dress talking and milling about.  Then it
struck me that I'd been to my niece and nephews' parties at this age and
these boys were acting the exact same way as boys and girls who supposedly
had normal lives.
     With a flourish the curtain parted and the Olson Triplets along with
younger brother Frankie came in with the ice cream.  Edgar, his roommates
and friends went wild, like Aaron Carter had just walked in.  Not only were
the Olson stars they were their stars.  As I'd arranged they each had their
own ice cream and stayed for the party.
     Near the end Edgar came over and cuddled tight.
     "Happy?"
     "Yes Dave, very happy.  I'm free but more you did this for me.  I love
you Dave, wish you could move here but I understand."
     I sighed and pulled him closer before kissing the top of his head.  I
had to think.  We had to talk.

     Wednesday was ready to turn into Thursday when Edgar pulled out of my
ass after shooting his love into me.  He crawled up next to me, took my
spent dick in his hand.
     "I love you Dave."
     "I love you Edgar, really do."
     "Then get somebody to run the business and move down."
     "Retire from the business and come home with me."
     Silence
     I picked him up so we were looking at each other.
     "I'm serious Edgar, thought of nothing else while you've been in
school.  And I want you as more than just sex toy, want, God I never
thought I'd ever say this, I want to take care of you always, part lover
and part parent.  Take you away from here and give you a regular life of
school, friends."
     Silence, but I could see the sea of tears running down his face then
felt them on mine.
     "Even if we never had sex again?"
     "Even if that starts right now.  I'm not saying I won't want to but
its not a condition."
     "What happens when I get old, like seventeen?"
     I laughed.  "That's not old and don't worry I won't kick you out even
when you're twenty-seven though you might be tired of an old man by then."
     "As long as this works," Edgar said and began stroking my cock, "I'll
never be tired."
     "I take it you'll come with me?"
     "I'll come with you and I'll cum with you," Edgar said.

     Two Fridays later Edgar and I walked into the arcade.  I was wearing
jeans and tee-shirt while Edgar was wearing his best slut clothes.  I got
my usual twenty in tokens and we headed back.
     The hands were out for tokens but the eyes were on Edgar.  Finally we
turned the corner and Marc and Charlie were there dressed in their slut
clothes.
     "Hi boys," I said.
     "Hi Uncle Token," they said.
     "Who's this?" Marc asked.
     "These the amateurs?" Edgar said.
     Marc glared.
     "Settle down guys, this one with the short temper is Marc and this is
his lover Charlie.  They're both gay and totally out, including at school.
This is Edgar, he's moved here to live with me from Peckertown and will be
starting school with you on Monday.  Now are we here to talk or play
pinball?"
     "Usual rules?" Marc said, looking at the bulge in Edgar's shorts.
     "Hell yeah," Edgar said.

     Now I bet you're wondering how the week with Edgar cost me $474.69.
After all he'd said $475.00 and you don't think he'd charge me.  You're
right he didn't and trust me everything else for the week ended up a lot
more than that.
     His plane ticket however was $474.69.