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Chasing Squirrels: G’Morning (004) [M/b]
By me(X)

Beep, beep, beep...

My arms quickly wrapped themselves around my chest as I woke with a start to the sound of my cell phone ringing. My searching limbs vain attempts at locating young Steven instead found only a sticky mess covering my chest and stomach. Wow! I'd not had a nocturnal emission since I was a teen.

I could taste a little blood inside my mouth as I put my fingers to my chest seeking out the source of the pain that radiated from the throbbing muscles. I was beginning to wonder if there actually were puncture wounds hidden under the cum matted hair of my upper torso.

I quickly realized that I had only dreamt of the sexual encounter with my young prince. But why was there blood in my mouth? Why did my chest feel as though nails had been pounded into it? Why did I feel like I'd run a marathon? And why did young Steven's boyish scent seem to fill the room?

Were we connected in a manner far beyond the physical barriers of our realm? Or was self-infliction the cause of the phantom wounds I felt all over my aching body as well as the very real evidence of my satisfaction that was puddling on my front side?

I felt rested, but it definitely felt early as well.

I looked at the clock.

6:30AM it said, glaring back at me.


Jason stirred slightly in the usually vacant spot at my side. He appeared to still be sleeping as deeply as he had been when I lay down with the boy just a few hours earlier. He looked so peaceful in his dream state. It was as if all the fears I knew my young pup carried with him during his waking hours had taken leave and given him a brief respite from their unremitting torment. I could feel the heat radiating off his little body as if from a furnace. And his morning smell... what a lovely fragrance he had flowing off of him. Does anyone know how to bottle boy scent?

I picked up the phone and looked at the screen. It took my eyes a second to focus before I realized I didn't recognize the number. It was local one though.

"Hello?" I said with a touch of exaggerated grogginess in my voice.

"G’Morning," was all I heard from a squeaky little boy voice that projected a drowsiness of its own.

It seemed I was supposed to know who it was from those few syllables the unknown angel uttered into my ear. Um, who could it be? Duh. Of course I knew. I knew the second I heard the phone ringing.

"Good Morning to you Prince Steven," I replied with a yawn.

"Sorry for calling so early. I found your note though and it said I should call when I woke up. So I did. I hope you're not mad." He blurted out in non-stop boy speak.

Breathe boy, breathe! I thought to myself.

"It's OK you called, that's why I left the note for you last night. And it's a great way to wake up; hearing the sound of your sweet voice. You can call me ANYTIME you want to... no matter what time it is," I replied.

"Kewl," he responded with contentment.

"How were your dreams my sweet Prince?" I asked him.

"Good." He said with a yawn of his own before adding, "I dreamed about you."


Dare I say I dreamt of him too? Probably not a good idea, I thought. That would lead to questions I couldn't honestly answer.

Instead I replied, "You did? What about?"

"Ummmm..." he said with a long pause. "I don't remember exactly, but it made me feel good."

Oh shit! Could it be?

Before I could respond he asked, "Why do you call me a Prince?"

"Because you are one," I answered simply.

"Oh," he said with confusion in his voice.

"I will explain it better when we talk later, OK," I told him. "Do you still want to go walk, talk and play today?" I asked next.

"Yeah! When are you coming over? You can come over now if you want," he blurted out as if he urgently needed me to come over right then.

"Hold your horses cowboy. First, we have to make sure your Mom is up and ready for me to come over. And I need to have some coffee and do some stuff before I'll be ready to start the day."

All he heard was "Mom" and "up".

"I'll go wake her—" he began.

"Stop!" I commanded hoping I caught him in time.

"Screeeech!" I heard him spout as he once again mimicked a crashing car. His silly little boy sound effects are so enchanting. Even at 6:30 AM.

"Thank you," I said to the boy-racer that was exploding in a fiery demise at the other end of the line. "You can't go waking your Mom up right now. Let her have a little more time, please." I added hoping I didn't come across as being bossy.

"Awwwwwwe!" he moaned with obvious displeasure.

"I'm not going to be ready for about 2-hours so she will have plenty of time to get up on her own," I continued.

"2-hours?" He nearly shouted. Apparently that was an eternity to my raring to go racecar of a boy.

Before he had a chance to prolong his whining I said to him, "Sorry puppy, it can't be helped. But I'll buy you a donut and some milk on the way over to make it up to you, OK?"

"Kewl!" He shouted. That seemed to raise his spirits. Apparently food really does soothe the savage boy-beast.

"What kind do you like?" I asked him.

"Chocolate bar! And some chocolate milk too, please," came his immediate reply.

He likes chocolate too! Can you say soul mates?

"Perfect!" I answered. "I'll be there around 8:30. But will you have your Mom call me when she gets up?"

"K, but hurry," he responded with his childish urgency.

"OK," I replied.

Steven called my name then paused for a moment. I was just about to respond when I heard a quick "I love you!" in his shy squeaky voice. It was almost as if he dared not say it out loud for fear I wouldn't reply in kind.

"I love you too my Prince," I replied reassuringly.

He heard what he was hoping for... I could feel his smile radiating through the phone.

"K, see ya SOON!" he said with a new found happiness riding the sound waves of his sweet voice.

"K" I replied before I hung up the phone.


I rolled over and looked at Jason. He was staring right back at me with a shit-eating grin plastered on his sweet face.

"What?" I asked, unsure what he was thinking about.

"That was Steve, huh?" he whispered knowingly.

I just nodded my head yes.

His grin got even bigger when I confirmed what he already knew. His eyes danced as if he still held his big secret somewhere deep inside and he still wasn't ready to share it with me.

"What?" I asked again with a little bit of annoyance in my voice.

He quickly lost his grin and shook his head as if to say, I wasn't thinking anything. Nothing at all.


I wondered if I had awoken him last night as I dreamt of making love to my young prince. I've been told — many times throughout my life — that I often talk and thrash about in my sleep. At times, it seems I could become quite violent as I clashed with my unseen adversaries in the ominous shadows of dreamland. It was as if I were fighting insidious demons inside my head in a battle of control over my very soul. And at times the battles were akin to the coming Armageddon. Interestingly, only women have been in my bed when I waged the unconscious crusade of good vs. evil.

"Sorry for falling asleep last night," I heard him say as if to change the subject.

"That's OK," I immediately responded as I rolled over next to him and looked into his dreamy eyes. "I really hope you're OK with what we... uhm, I did last night." I said next in an affectionate tone.

His eyes answered before he spoke. "WE did it! And it was kewl."

Phew! I've seen the look of regret in a boy's eyes afterwards. Something I don't ever want to see again for as long as I live.

He yawned as he settled himself back into his nest.

"You want to sleep for a while longer while I get up and do some stuff?" I asked softly.

He just nodded as I watched his eyelids lower and extinguish the fire burning within those enchanting black eyes.

By the time I put my robe on Jason was once again in the land of nod.

And so another day of my usually sad life began. I had no reason to be sad today though! Today I felt ready to surmount any obstacle that lay before me. Maybe this was the turning point I had been hoping and praying for when I closed my eyes each night and opened them each morning. One boy was still lying in my bed keeping it warm for me in case I returned. Another boy, probably watching cartoons right then, was anxiously awaiting my arrival as if I were a genie coming to whisk him away on some magic carpet ride. Suddenly I had more than I'd ever dared to dream. Now I just had to figure out how to hold on to it all.

I let Bama out to go walk herself. She walks around the block and visits all the neighbors saving me the hassle of going out so early in the morning. It's a really cool deal we'd made. She gets her freedom and I get to chill in the morning. I love my doggie!

I'd completed my morning rituals and had just begun reading the newspaper when Jason sauntered into the living room swathed in my comforter. He strolled past two chairs, ignored the empty 2/3rds of the couch I was sitting on and plopped down right next to me. If he were any closer and he would have been on top of me.

The lethargic boy didn't say one word to me. He just sighed and leaned his still warm body into me as he rested his head on my shoulder.

Huh? No boy older than ten has ever acted that way with me before, at least so overtly. Jason was such a contradiction. He's as `kewl' as can be in public. Yet behind closed doors he was as affectionate and needy as a 6-year-old. I didn't really peg him for the touchy-feely type, but I hadn't ever expected that he would have slept naked in my bed with me either. I was quite pleased to find that he could still be a boy sometimes and not always have to play the young punk he so often tried to emulate while he was with his crew.

I put my arm around him and pulled him in closer as I whispered in his ear, "Did you sleep all right Puppy?"

He nodded his head as he muttered bitterly, "Better than at home."

The way he said it sent a chill up my spine. It was far more than just an — I got to stay out all night and do what I wanted — statement. Rarely had the boy mentioned anything about his home life. And when I brought it up I was immediately shot down. That was all going to change soon, very soon in fact. I was going to get my rogue preteen boy to tell me all his troubles so he could free himself from the albatross he wore around his neck.

We didn't have near enough time to fix his troubled heart that morning. Right then all I could offer the boy was a much needed a diversion from his plight. I slid my fingers down his neck and around the front to his chest as I tried to pacify my now gloomy young cherub.

He immediately relaxed every muscle in his body and began purring like a kitten.

"You like?" I whispered quietly.

"Um hum," he groaned softly as his blissful grin quickly returned.

I pushed the blanket he was wrapped in aside a bit so I could view his entire chest as I expanded my coverage area. My finger tips lightly traced across his light brown skin leaving goose bumps everywhere they'd touched.

His purring grew more rampant as his paws moved to the front of the blanket and began to slowly pull it aside. Inch by inch his stomach, his groin, and then his fully hard and completely hairless boy-cock came into view. The blanket fell off of him entirely and he lay there fully exposed for my (his) pleasure.

I was wondering if he came out here with a stiffy as I noted the sporadic blotches of my seed dotting his incredibly taut chest and stomach. Most likely he was hard before he woke... he is a boy after all.

I slowly worked my way down from his rock hard nipples, over each bump and ridge of his chiseled torso, to his rigid little prick that was bobbing around as if it were seeking a source of relief all on its own.

I let my index finger run across it lightly as I asked him, "Want me to take care of this?"

He grinned and nodded his head eagerly as he closed his eyes.

"Anything special you want me to do?" I asked him next.

He didn't say a word. He just held his lustful grin as he nodded his head a bit more vigorously.

"Did you want me to guess what you want?" I asked as I played along with his silent game.

Yes! Please guess, his lust-filled face seemed to say.

I slid down off the couch, spread his coltish legs and crawled in between. His eyes were still closed as I looked at him spread out before me. His grin appeared 10X bigger than just a moment ago. I think his cock may have grown a little bigger as well.

I leaned in and put my mouth within a few inches of his screaming rod as I exhaled my hot breath onto him.

He squealed and shivered uncontrollably as his eyes went wide for a brief moment before he squeezed them shut again.

"Is that what you want me to do?" I asked as I ran the tips of my fingers along his thighs up to his balls.

He shivered again as he enthusiascticaly nodded his head a few more times.

I leaned in and began running my tongue anywhere and everywhere, except the place he most desperately wanted (needed) me too. I slid my wet probe all around his tight little tummy and worked his button before heading back down to his steely boy-cock.

I kissed it gently before slipping the head into my warm wet mouth for a brief moment. I wasn't quite ready to begin that stage of my service to the young lad just yet though. I let it slip back out and I ran my tongue along its length as I made my way toward his balls. When I reached them they soon became saturated in my spit before I began to exhale in hot steamy breaths as I just barely planted my lips on his loose sack. I moved my lips all over as I kissed and lightly blew everywhere under the sun.

I took a quick nibble to see the ecstatic boys reaction. It was far more intense for him than I'd expected. He soared a few inches off the couch and nearly crushed me as he slammed his legs together. He yelped out so loud that I felt compelled to stop my attack for a moment to ask if I had hurt him.

"Just...ah... sensitive!" he grunted as he sunk back into the couch. His eyes never opened as he reached out and grabbed my head with both hands pulling me back up into the sunlight.

Enough teasing I thought as I worked my way back to his zenith and took the plunge. The childish legs that had just relaxed quickly slammed into me again as I took all of his boyhood into my hungry mouth.

"Oh my God!" he shouted as I felt his hands clamp even harder on either side of my head.

God has nothing to do with this I thought as I bobbed up and down repeatedly taking his entire length with each turn. He began moaning and shouting obscenities continuously as I sucked, slurped and darted my tongue around his spongy head each time I reached the top of his pole. I ran one hand up his torso and softly tweaked his nipples and kneaded the tight boy muscles of his chest while the other hand gently caressed his jewels.

His breathing suddenly sped up considerably and his moaning-cussing changed to soft mews while he lay beneath me twisting and turning his hard little body as if he were a snake that'd just had its head cut off. He is so close to getting his wish fulfilled I thought as I felt his balls begin to rise ever so slowly up towards his center. All he needed me to do was push his firing button.

I released a mouthful of spit out that flowed down his popsicle and puddled around the base of his hairless boy cock. Without being obvious, I coated my middle finger in my hot slime before I lightly traced the crease between his legs and torso. I quickly traversed his taint making a beeline straight towards heaven and the magic spot that was sure to send him over the edge.

I pumped him with my mouth with ever-increasing frequency as I let me slippery middle finger enter his crack and slide straight through the valley of the gods. He was so hot inside his crevice, I wondered if the spit would turn to steam before I reached my destination. On the return run I went slowly until I found the secret spot I was seeking. I leisurely circled his hole before my fingertip founds his target. All it took was a gentle wiggle of my finger at his entrance to ignite his engine.

"Aargh!" he screeched in his shrill voice as his little body was racked by violent seizures. His thrust his boy-cock as deeply as he could into my mouth and tried to hold my head still as he shot his sweet seed into my mouth with three rapid pulses. Liquid gold sprayed down my throat as I felt his now empty balls still trying vainly to ejaculate. Sadly, they held no more of the precious fluid I craved.

As quickly as it had begun it ended. What was a moment ago supreme pleasure for the youngster was quickly turning into absolute torture. He grasped my head tightly in an effort to stop my still sucking mouth from its attack on him. He was finished and he most desperately needed me to be done as well. I gave him a few more gentle sucks before I let his still rock hard member slip from its temporary prison where it bounced off his now sweaty belly with an audible plop.

He had just run a marathon, or so his trembling body seemed to think. I could see his heart pounding away in his chest as it rose and fell in quick succession while his lungs tried desperately to draw in as much oxygen as they could. I watched in awe as he slowly melted back into the couch while he came down from his incredible ride.

Where is my camera when I need it?

I gently caressed his legs as I sat back and observed him for a full 2-minutes before he slowly opened his eyes and gazed happily back at me. It was almost as if he had been crying his orbs were so wet and dreamy. It took him another long minute to recover fully before his mischievous grin suddenly reappeared.

"Stand up," he unexpectedly demanded.

I did as I was told as I looked at him questioningly.

He raised his eyebrows as he slid off the couch and onto his knees and said, "Your turn."

Oh God! A cute naked 12-year-old boy is on his knees at my feet telling me I was about to receive what I had just given.

Knock, knock.

I took hold of his head and tilted it up so I could look into his eyes. "You don't have—"

"Shut up!" he cut me off coldly. "I want to."

OK. He wants too. I guess I can live with the guilt that will haunt me. No matter how many times I've pulled the weed that society planted in my conscience, it always seems to grow to full bloom at the most inopportune times.


He was looking straight into my eyes wearing the look of the seductive tease he'd shown me so many times in the past. Until now though, it had never gone further than him just teasing me. His face bore an eagerness I'd never seen either, at least on anyone who was getting ready to blow me.

I watched as my boy reached out and began to slowly untie the knot that held my robe shut.

Buzz, Buzz, Buzz...

The phone that was in my robe pocket began vibrating. I'd turned off the ringer so when it rang, as I knew it would, it wouldn't wake Jason. I wasn't however, expecting it happen quite so soon.


I briefly considered smashing the annoying unit into microscopic pieces before I realized the futility of such action.

"That is Steven's mom and I have to answer it," I said to the boy kneeling before me.

Jason actually seemed disappointed as he fell back onto his butt and leaned into the couch. I saw him reach down and start playing with himself as I turned and headed to the bedroom so I wouldn't have to look at a naked Jason as I spoke with either Steven or his mom.

"Hello?" I answered as I feigned cheer.

I was right. Steven's mom said good morning to me and immediately offered apologies for her son calling me so early this morning.

I told her that it would be OK with me if the boy called me in the middle of the night, on any night, just so he could hear my voice.

"You're so sweet." she responded.

I could tell by the tone in her voice that she was pleased I felt that way. What was it with this woman? It's as if she wants me to love her boy. Moms have either accepted our friendship, to one degree or another, or they cut me out of the picture as quickly as you can say, "Don't ever speak to my boy again!" But they've never actually been a part of the pursuit. How strange is that?

"So is your boy. It feels really good to be loved by him," I replied.

Apparently she'd been informed that Steven didn't need breakfast because I was bringing it to him at 8:30 AM. That and we were going to go play on the beach today.

I told her that I was hoping that it would be OK with her and that is why I wanted her to call me. (Couldn't you have slept just ten more minutes though I thought?)

"Well, we have a small problem," she said hesitantly.

What little remained of my hardness quickly vanished as I feared the worst. Was she having second thoughts about me? Had Steven blown it and told her about what I did? My mind raced through all the possibilities in the split second she paused. I can be really paranoid about these things. Even when everything seems to be going smoothly, I always have this doubt lingering in the pit of my stomach. I wonder sometimes if I'm going to develop ulcers from all the pointless anxiety I put myself through.

Jason meandered into my room just then. He was still naked and his pecker was as hard as steel again. Apparently he was ready for more fun and it didn't matter that I was currently talking to another boy's mom. He lay down on the bed next to me and began slowly stroking his hot little rod while his free hand playfully tugged at the tie of my robe.

OMG! The guilt running through my veins was as cold as ice water when I heard Stevens voice in the background shouting, "Just ask him Mom."

I rolled away from Jason so I could focus on what I was doing. Maybe the guilt would subside if I couldn't actually see one cause of it trying to get at the other.

"What does the boy want?" I asked her.

"I got called into work today," she began. "It seems as if the project we've been working on for months has had a major set-back and the owner of the company requested everyone meet for an emergency strategy session."

Oh. It wasn't me, I thought with immediate relief.

"I'm sorry. I hope everything works out OK," I told her. In my mind I already knew what that meant for my chances of spending time with my other boy today. Not likely! Unless... maybe she's actually as crazy as she has so far appeared to be.

"It should," she responded. "But they way it sounds, we may have to rework almost all of it."

"Bummer," was all I could think to say.

"Anyway," she continued, "I was going to take Steve to daycare today, but when I told him he just about had a fit. He insisted that I call you and ask if he could spend the day with you. I wouldn't normally impose but—"

Lucky me... she's a fucking loon!

I cut her off. "Of course he can! We'd both love it. And we were already planning on spending part of the day together anyway. The entire day would only make it better."

A week would be good too, I thought, but I wasn't going to say it out loud. It was pretty thin ice I was skating on already and I didn't want to give her any reason to doubt me.

Instead, I said what was surely expected in a situation like this. "Are you sure you want to trust me though? I mean, even though you seem to have accepted that Steven and I are going to end up being very close, you still hardly know me. "

I try not to think of it as being manipulative. Rather, it's just a bit of reverse psychology to help her see the real me. Or the good parts anyway.

"Yes, I'm sure," she replied. "I always worry about who I leave him with, but I sense something in you... I think you are going to be good for him. And the way he has responded to you is nothing short of miraculous. I just know you are going to be able to help him get over his sadness," she added with a knowing tone.


"Um, thanks," I replied as I wondered what she meant. She had mentioned twice now that young Steven had a troubled past. And apparently it was haunting him. I now had two broken boys that needed mending. First, I'm going to have to find out what is bothering each of them. Then I'm going to have to find the cure. I certainly have a lot of repair work to do all of a sudden.

"I'm sorry to be so rushed," she continued, "but I need to leave here in about a 45-minutes. Is there any chance that you could make it over here by then?" She asked hopefully.

"Sure, I'll see you in about a half hour," I said as glee once again pushed fear and doubt from my mind.

"OK, I'll see you then. And thank you for doing this for us." She replied.

I could hear Steven in the background shouting "Yes!" repeatedly as we said goodbye. The ice running through my veins was nearly solid now as I heard how happy he was that he was going to spend the day with me. I am definitely going to have to find a way to make this two-timing love affair work, I thought to myself. But how exactly?

When I hung up the phone I turned back towards Jason as I wondered what I was going to do with him.

He seemed to be wondering the same thing. He was no longer wearing his cute little grin. Instead, he looked as if he wasn't sure what I had planned for him and he was afraid of the likely answer.

"I have to go to Stevens ASAP," I told him.

He just nodded his head as he looked away.

My ever present guilt and even a touch of anguish began creeping back in as I wondered again how I was going to be able to deal with two jealous little boys.

"I need to spend some time alone with him this morning so we can talk and get to know each other," I said to him as I pulled his face towards mine so I could look into his eyes.

He looked even sadder now. I quickly continued. "But I'd like it if we could meet you around noon so the three of us can spend the rest of the day together."

I saw a little relief in his face as he again nodded his head. But I hadn't quite given him what he was really hoping for yet.

"Do you want to stay here for a while before you go home and check in?" I asked next.

That did it. He just nodded again, but with nearly as much enthusiasm as he'd shown when was trying to open my robe. His grin had returned too. I guess he just didn't want to go home. But why?

It was again time to make a very sharp point with the young pup. I reached over and grabbed him by his balls giving them a firm squeeze to make sure I had his full attention.

I did. There was no giggling from him this time. He knew it was time to be serious. Or at least he had no choice in the matter at hand.

"I've only ever left one boy in my house alone before now. And I trusted him with my life," I told him as I glared into his wide-open eyes. "Can I trust you with my life?" I asked.

He nodded his head vigorously.

"What don't I want you to do?" I continued.

He looked at me blankly for a few seconds before the light bulb turned on in his head.

"Don't mess with your stuff?" he replied as a question.

"Good answer! You get two points," I said to him.

He seemed happy enough that he'd gotten the answer right. As happy as a boy whose balls are in a vise can be anyway.

"What else?" I asked next.

Fear replaced the quasi-happy look that had just adorned his sweet mug. Apparently he didn't have another answer and he wasn't sure what the punishment would be.

Perhaps I was being a little to overbearing I thought. I released my hold on him and gently told him what I expected.

"No cooking. No smoking. No anything that can burn my house down. You can eat cereal or toast or whatever you can heat in the microwave, OK?"

He nodded again. This time with an exaggerated relief spreading across his cute little face.

"Also, no one can know you are here. Do not open the door for any reason until you go home. And leave the curtains closed too, K?"

Again he just nodded. I guess he looses his voice when the shit gets serious.

"Just hang out... watch movies, listen to music or better yet, read a book," I said with a wink.

He just rolled his eyes at that last part. But he got the message. That much was clear.

"I am trusting you Jason. Please don't let me down." I ended my spiel with a touch of pleading in my voice.

"I won't," he replied with far more seriousness than I'd expected. It seems the boy knows when to keep his yap shut and when he needs to open it.

"Good boy," I said as I leaned over and kissed his cheek.

I really wished I could kiss that pouty little mouth of his instead. But whatever, I'll take what I can get.

Now the real fun was about to begin.

"I'm going to buy Steven a skateboard today," I said next. "Would you help him pick one out?"

"Sure," came his meek reply.

He was trying very hard to not show disappointment, but I new how he felt. I'd never bought him anything other than an ice cream or soda after we'd finished his schoolwork. Except for the near daily trips to the little market, we'd never been anywhere outside the park except on my front porch. Now, after only knowing Steven for one day, I was going to buy him a board. I couldn't blame him for being jealous. I also knew that his board was pretty old and trashed. Yeah, his response was just about what I'd expected it to be. Dejected, but trying not to let me see it.

I had him right where I wanted him.

"If you are good today AND if you promise to do something for me, I'll buy you one too," I told him.


The look on his face was as happy as I'd ever seen it. He leapt his still naked body onto me and shouted, "Anything! I'll do anything you want!"

I was guessing he thought I meant something sexual the way he was grinding his body into mine.


I'm not going to turn the boy into a whore. He can fuck me if he wants too, or not. Whatever his pleasure. I just won't do it for cash or gifts.

I just grinned at him for a long moment before I dropped the bomb.

"You have to wear the helmet I'm going to buy you!"


That was so NOT what he had expected me to say.

"That's not—" He started to reply with an attitude I never heard from him before. At least not directed towards me.

I cut him off. "You'll get nothing if you don't agree. And if you say yes now, then don't wear it, I'll take it and the board back," I said with finality.

He just glared at me. Another face I'd never seen on him... that's two in the past hour. I sure can get to them sometimes, can't I?

For whatever reason, I didn't have the same fear of losing him that I had with Steven. It wasn't that I didn't care. Rather, I just knew that if I chose the right words I'd get him to agree. We'd come a long way in the past few months. Last night was just the beginning of the next step. He had opened the door; actually he pushed me through it. He was now completely inside my world and whether he was ready or not, the game was now going to be played by my rules.

Before he had a chance to think about it too hard I continued.

"Steven already promised me he would wear a helmet if I talked his mom into allowing him to get a board. In fact he doesn't even know I'm going to buy him one yet. How can I get you one too if you don't make me the same promise?"

He just looked at me blankly. Well kind of blankly. He was still a little mad at me. But he knew I had him.

"Are you too kewl for one?" I chided him.

"No!" He answered with a touch of attitude returning.


It seemed that this could go the other way all of a sudden. I needed to try a different approach in swaying him. I caressed his cheek as I looked deeply into his eyes and I told him how I felt about him.

"I didn't spend all that time with you doing homework and playing just so I could get into your pants," I said softly.

The little boy in him was trying very hard not to giggle at that one. The young punk was still trying to stay mad at me. I ignored him and kept going.

"You said last night that you could tell I care about you. You were right... I do care. And far more than you probably realize. I want to keep what we have going. And I want to keep it growing."

He was blushing now. I'd never said anything like this to him before.

"Do you really expect me to sit back and not try to protect what I care about?" I continued.

"No," he responded again. Though this time he was hurling far less attitude at me. He was still trying to show his defiance but he didn't have any good reason to argue with me any longer and he knew it.

I could tell I almost had him.

"Jason, I didn't spend all that time stuffing knowledge into that pretty little head of yours just to have it go spilling out onto the sidewalk when you crack your skull open." I said softly.

His anger and irritation with me suddenly disappeared. I couldn't tell what it was, but something else was building inside that adolescent mind of his.

"Please wear one? Just do it because I care about you. OK?"

Almost imperceptibly he nodded his head in agreement as tears began spilling down his cheeks. He only held my gaze for another second before he buried his face in my neck and began crying uncontrollably.

Oh Puppy!

I had been expecting this to happen for quite sometime. Someday, I knew, he was going to let down his impenetrable barrier and allow me in. I just wasn't expecting it to happen right then. He'd just begun something we didn't have time to finish. Why, after all the time we'd had together, did he choose now to have his breakdown?

I put my arms around him and held him as I cooed in his ear, "Let it out Puppy. Let it all out."

He did, big time. For a full five minutes as I stroked his back the naked boy lay on top of me bawling his eyes out. As I caressed him and whispered sweet nothings in his ear I was trying to figure what exactly this was all about. While I had a general idea (or at least a fair guess), you never really know what is racing around inside the mind of a tormented adolescent.

I'd never been quite so proud of him as just then. He wasn't at all ashamed that he was crying in front (on top) of me. He was allowing himself, for the first time, to be completely vulnerable as he lay there in my arms. Apparently we'd passed over a threshold of a different kind yesterday. All the little boy stuff he had done up until then always had a rough and tough edge to it. 12-year-olds don't cry was his maxim. And he'd be damned before he was going to let it happen in front of me. Until then!

Quite suddenly he pulled himself together, lifted his head and said, "I'm sorry. I know you need to leave."

"Its OK. We have a bit more time," I replied lovingly. "I think we've needed to do this for quite awhile, haven't we?"

He just nodded his head as another tear drop let loose. I reached up and caught it with my finger as I thought of what Steven had done with my own tear yesterday. I put the finger in my mouth and sucked his tear off of it before I repeated Steven's magic words verbatim.

"Now you are a part of me forever," I told him. If his boy cum didn't make it so, this surly would I thought while trying not to ruin the moment by laughing.

He giggled a little bit while he looked at me as if I were crazy. Perhaps that silliness was more suited to the under ten-age group. Whatever. It seemed to have lightened the mood, however briefly.

"You want to tell me what is going on in there?" I asked as I lightly tapped the side of his head.

An angry little boy replied. "My dad has never EVER said anything like that to me! He doesn't CARE about me. He doesn't even care if I get hurt, unless it costs him money!"

The anger lasted all of two seconds before the tears began free-falling again. Once again the boy buried his face into my neck and let loose more of his pent up anger and sadness.

He confirmed just what I'd suspected all along. Um... Fuck you Dad!

I began soothing him again as I tried to find the right words. Dare I say it? My feelings for him, the ones I never let show because he wasn't likely to accept them, suddenly came surging to the surface with the power of a tidal wave.

"I'm sorry Puppy. I know it's not the same, but maybe you would start to accept a little bit of my love?" I whispered in his ear.

His crying softened, somewhat. But that was the only response he gave me.

I continued. "I've been offering you a place in my heart for quite sometime now... but you have chosen to deny yourself what I would freely give you. We don't even have to have sex, just let me love you. Let me fill the emptiness you feel inside. I'm pretty good at making young boys feel better."

The boy lifted his tear-streaked face and kissed me right on the lips before he pulled away, looked deeply into my eyes.

OMG! He kissed me! The tough little punk kid actually kissed me on the lips.

I barely heard the words "I'm sorry" come out of his mouth in between the sobs he was trying desperately to control.

"For what?" I asked trying hard not to show the exhilaration I felt as I began wiping the tears off of his face with the sleeve of my robe.

"For pushing you away. I just... I didn't... I..." He couldn't say it.

"Hush," I interrupted him as I put a finger to his lips. "You don't have to explain why you've been keeping me out. All you have to do is decide if you want to let me in."

He didn't say anything so I continued.

"We can take this as slow as you want too. And we don't have to keep having sex if you don't want too."

He looked at me as if I had taken away his favorite toy.

"Huh uh. You make me feel good... inside and out," he said as his mischievous grin returned.

What a clever boy!

"I've got to warn you about something," I said next ignoring his innuendo.

He just looked at me as he cocked one eyebrow up questioningly.

"I'm going to end up demanding more from you than just wearing a helmet when you skate."

Ooh! That touched a nerve somewhere deep inside of him. Fuck it. I can't stop myself from pushing my boys forward.

"Schoolwork! Life skills! Career options! Growing up strong... inside and out!" I winked at him as I said that last part. "I can't sit back and watch you do nothing with your life."

He'd never let me tell him what to do before then. Would he accept it now? The look on his face left me wondering.

"Look Jason, Its your choice what path you take in this life. If you choose any of the million GOOD paths I will guide you every step of the way. But I can't stay by your side if you willingly choose the path of self-destruction. I won't stand by and watch you blow yourself up."

He still didn't seem convinced. I needed to find a way to get him to accept his fate. And I needed to do it quickly.

"The emptiness you feel inside... you aren't the only one that feels that way. There are millions of boys out there who only want one thing. They want to be loved. Most of them will admit, at least in private, that guidance and protection are just as big a part of loving as snuggles and kisses are. It's a package deal, Puppy. You don't get one without the others."

I could tell that he knew I was right. And I was pretty sure that he wanted to give in. He just seemed to need to one more gentle push.

"I'm not going to take ALL of your fun away and I can promise you that it will be worth it. In the end, I'll take you further than you've ever dared to dream. All you have to do is take my hand and let me show you the way."

Another few seconds passed as he let all that I had just said to him sink in. The look on his face slowly changed. And it looked like he was going to agree. All he seemed to be doing now was trying to find the right words.

Who needs words he must have thought? His answer came in the form of another kiss. Once again, right on my lips.


"That's my smart boy! I promise you won't regret it," I shouted. "Just don't give up when you don't always get your way, please?" I quickly added.

Silence returned as he once again just nodded his head. I couldn't really blame him for his lack of enthusiasm. The boy was freely handing me his reigns. He didn't have to be excited about it.

"We don't have to kiss if you don't want too," I said changing the subject. It was best not to dwell too long on the subject of me taking control of his life. We will have plenty of chances to discuss that later. Hopefully it won't turn bloody (very often).

He thought about it for a moment before he replied.

"Its OK, I'm getting use to it," he replied before quickly adding, "But no tongues though... at least for now. K?"

"Whenever, if ever, you are ready my Prince," I said before I leaned up and kissed him back.

Yep. It seems Jason has just found his place in my court... right next to Prince Steven.


"I need you to say it out loud," I said next as I brushed the thought aside.

"What?" He asked seemingly confused as to what I meant.

I wrapped my knuckles on the side of his head hoping he would get my meaning.

He did. "OK! I'll wear a helmet... but only because you asked me too."

He'd added that last part just to make it clear to me that he was only doing it for me. Whatever! As long as he wears one, I couldn't care less how he justified it.

He snuggled back into me and nuzzled my neck ever so softly with his soft little face. He settled into me as his gentle breaths were tickling my neck as if every other second a feather was being touched to my ultra sensitive skin.

He already appeared to be much happier as we embraced each other lovingly.

He was purring in my ear for a few moments when he suddenly stopped and I felt his body tense slightly.

What now?

"What about Steve?" I heard him whisper.

Oh yeah. Steven.

It seems I'd already decided the answer to that question, even if it was subconsciously. We were all going to have to share. That was all that could be done. There was no way that I would be able to hide anything of this magnitude from either of them. I didn't really want to keep secrets from them anyway... Lying requires far too much effort. I was just going to have to make it work out by sheer force of will power.

The truth shall set you free!

"I want both of you. I want to love, teach, play and worship the very ground both of you walk on."

He raised his head up then looked into my eyes. He appeared to have a thought stuck in his mind and he was trying to find a way to set it free.

I just kept talking. "Are you willing to share me with Steven?"

His grin unexpectedly returned as he nodded his head.

What was he thinking? Gulp!

"Good. Now all I have to do is get Steven to agree and we'll be a team."

"What EXACTLY are we—" He started to say with a bit of sarcasm.

The little shit was mimicking me again. And I cut him off coldly.

"We'll talk about this some more another time. OK?" I said to him with finality.

I wasn't fully prepared to answer that question just then. That would require far more time than we had right now and I needed to get them both prepared for the revelation. I was pretty sure I would be able to walk Jason through that minefield. Steven's reaction on the other hand was a little less certain. After the way he reacted yesterday towards Jason just because we were friends... Well, it was going to be risky to say the least. Could I pull it off?

"I have to get ready to go," I continued. "I don't want an answer now, but I am going to leave you with something to think about today."

He looked at me questioningly as he nodded his head again.

"How are you going to feel when he finds out?" I was caressing his ass as I said it to make sure he knew what I meant by `finds out'.

"And make no mistake about it, he is going to find out one way or another," I added with a serious look on my face.

He barely got his mouth open to reply before I cut him off again.

"The meaning to that question lies far beyond him knowing your deepest, darkest secret. If we keep this up, he is going to figure it out. And you will likely learn a few things about HIM as well," I told him.

"I made a promise to you last night. And I intend to keep it. BUT! I am not going to outright lie to Steven. I can't AND won't do that to either of you." I said hoping he would understand just how important BOTH he and Steven were to me.

I left that last sentence hang in the air as I got up and walked to the bathroom. I'd only lightly hinted at the depth of mine and Stevens brief history together. But I was pretty sure Jason had already figured it out, at least on some level. He'd caught me ogling a few of his friends... on more than one occasion.

When I finished grooming myself, I entered my bedroom to find Jason wearing one of my t-shirts. And that was all. How fucking precious I thought as I stood back and admired him for a moment. It always gives me a special feeling when a boy wears my clothes. That seemingly simple act means that they are a part of my life in a way that is far beyond friendship or even sexual partners. The word lovers comes to mind.

It looked huge on him (and I'm not a big man). It hung down nearly to his knees and the sleeves went past his elbows. He reminded me of a little girl wearing daddy's T as a nightgown. The scene before me was incredibly hot... I felt the urge to lift the shirt up to his chest and bend him over right then, right there.


It wasn't the lack of time that brought me abruptly back into reality. No, the boy was standing in front of my most prized possession and he was staring at it intently. He doesn't know, I reminded myself as I fought the urge to run up and hide it from the prying eyes of the young imp.

"What's this?" he asked with his boyish innocence.

Tears began welling in my eyes as I replied, "A drawing someone gave me."

"Its really kewl!" He said with childish enthusiasm. "That's you and Bama, isn't it?" he asked next as he pointed to the figures in the drawing.

"Yes," was all I managed to say in response. He was oblivious to the fact that he was driving a stake right through my heart.

He then pointed to the unidentified figure in the drawing and asked, "Who's that?"

"That's the artist," I responded barely able to keep myself under control.

"Its a boy, isn't it?" he asked teasingly.

And that was that. I fought it valiantly but a single teardrop snuck past my blockade and slowly made its way down my cheek. I knew the boy didn't have a clue how much that sketch meant to me. How could he? Whatever! I didn't say it but "Shut the fuck up and leave it alone" was dancing on the tip of my tongue.

When I didn't answer right away he turned to look at me as he started to say, "He's another one—"


He saw my head shaking as if to say, Don't go there. The taunting grin he was wearing as well as the words he was spouting suddenly shut off as if I had flipped the switch that controlled them.


He quickly realized he had done something wrong. He didn't know what exactly, but he knew it was time to shut his mouth.

"I'm sorry—" he started to say before I cut him off.

"You have nothing to be sorry for my boy. But I'm not willing to share that part of my life just yet." I said it hoping he wouldn't feel slighted by my unwillingness to talk about something that obviously hurt me. Didn't he just freely share his pain with me? Can you say, what a fucking hypocrite?

The look in his eyes as he gazed at me made it seem as if he was hand picking each word of his next utterance.

He chose his words AND his actions quite well I thought. He stepped before me, snatched the tear off my check with his finger and stuck it in his mouth. He seductively sucked the finger as he lifted the front of the t-shirt up revealing his semi-hard boy tool. The little slut stood there swaying back and forth in his super-tease stance as he blinked his eyes ever so slowly.

I was stunned. In fact I was near to fainting. I was so dumbstruck by his swinging boy cock that I didn't even notice that he'd pulled the finger out of his mouth until I heard a faint popping sound that brought me back from the brink.

"Now you are a part of me forever. Let me fill the emptiness you feel inside. I'm pretty good at making old men feel better." I heard him mimicking my very words.

He shot me a wink before he leaned up and softly pecked me on my lips. I could see his blush coming on as he quickly turned away and rushed out of the room.

In his wake I heard "I'm hungry" spewing from his mouth as I stared after him until he disappeared into the kitchen.

I was in shock as I fell back onto my bed. This whole morning... NO! The last 18 hours had been a sadistic roller coaster ride of sexual frustration and torrid emotions. Steven, Jason, Sean... New found love, finally realized love, lost love. A raging torrent of boy drama was pouring down and bombarding my soul. Everything seemed to be out of control as if I were trying desperately to swim upstream against a perilous and unrelenting current. And I was quite convinced that I was going to sink like a brick straight to the bottom and drown no matter how hard I fought to stay afloat.


I didn't have time for self-pity. I quickly dressed then rushed out into the kitchen to say goodbye to Jason. What an incredible sight the half naked boy was I thought as I entered the room and snuck up behind him.

He spilled a little of the milk he was pouring into his cereal when I snuck my arm under his and laid it across his chest. I let the other hand slip underneath the bottom of the nightgown and cup his ass.

I leaned into him and whispered, "Be good and call me around noon, OK?" before I gave him a sensual kiss on his neck.

He turned his head and kissed me on the lips before he pulled back said "K."

"Don't say anything about getting boards when you see Steven, please," I added.

"K." he replied again.

"If anyone asks, where did you sleep last night?" I asked next. I already knew the answer.

He grinned as he replied. "At Tommy's."

I was grinning myself as I remembered the day Jason told me about his imaginary friend. Over a year ago he had convinced his dad that he had a friend named Tommy that he spent most of his time with. He'd even gotten Dad to remember "that time" he'd met him. What a fucking dope Dad is. He should be happy that I'm going to lead his boy now, he's not doing a damn thing.

"And what if someone finds out you've been here this morning?" I continued.

"I'm cleaning your house to make money so I can buy a new skatebaord," he shot right back.

Damn! And I thought I was good.

I felt a little guilty about making sure his lies were good enough to keep us (me) out of trouble. The thing that kept my guilt in check, that one time; He was already quite adept at lying. In fact, he was a pro. And we (I) didn't really have any other options. I'd hoped he wouldn't find it that easy to lie to me though.

"See you later," I said as I turned around and charged out of the room.

On my way to the front door I saw his board leaning against the wall. That seemingly simple sight nearly sent me over the edge again as I opened the door and headed out into the morning sunshine.

Dirty boy clothes (rags) on my bathroom floor. A messy bedroom and living room as well as a kitchen that was likely well on its way to joining the rest of the chaos in my usually tidy world. To top it all off, there was a skateboard in my living room, surely leaving scuffmarks on my wall. All the typical signs that a boy had invaded my private domain. And it appeared as if he was getting ready to stake his claim.

I whistled for Bama as I walked out the front gate. She came charging up the street and joined me as we headed out on our way to spend the day with Prince Steven.

As we walked through the park my mind was racing, and my tachometer was redlining. Yesterday morning at this time my life was simple and relatively safe. Today I was in danger, and it was coming from so many directions that I couldn't even begin to figure out all the angles.

Naked boys, princes, paupers, kidnapping, molestation (I hate that word), dead-beat dads, crazy moms, lies, deceit, cheating, betrayal, jealousy, love, loss, tears, heartbreak, prison...

What the fuck did I get myself into?

By me(X)

And the story continued as our inexperienced author felt the pangs of doubt began creeping ever so slowly into his naive lust-filled mind.

The first story (Meeting Steven) began without a plan... I just wrote what came to mind. After I finished it. And I'd developed a grand plan for the rest of the tall tale; I had to change tactics a wee bit with Jason. Whatever, I have really started (allowed myself) to love him more. Hopefully you can feel it and the storyline is still intact.

How am I doing? I really want to know. I would really love to hear more feedback, OF ANY KIND. Obviously positive comments would be good to hear. But I want to hear the negative comments as well. I have it stuck in my head that I want to write a book, though it will be of an entirely different subject matter. Do you think I have what it takes to become a writer of fiction? I know I have a lot to learn, so I started, at least that was the plan, with a simple story that I came from the heart.

It's gotten a bit complicated (difficult) since I began.

Does it make sense? Did it give you a fuzzy feeling inside? Did you connect with the characters? How is my grammar and punctuation? Did I get overly detailed? Is there not enough detail?

I found an editor help me polish and refine my writing. Thanks Lucius! I am still counting on your help though. Your favorite or most hated paragraph... let me hear something, anything.

Do you want more? I've got at least 4 more chapters stuck in my head. I really think you are going to like the path Steven AND Jason takes on their journey.

Thanks for reading.