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Colby, the boy I left behind.
Part 3 of 3.
By John Teller.
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(This song is for David. Let the old times roll when Hell Broke Luce! It can also be analogous to a crazy weekend with a damned horny kid who intends to seduce an old Special Forces soldier. I did tell you that they were more dangerous than a guy with a Kalashnikov!)
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So, on an early Saturday morning we took the Dodge loaded up with everything we needed and headed up into the mountains. The weather was gorgeous and even though there were lots of tourists about, we went off-track and found ourselves a remote spot by the side of a lake in the hills.
I remember everything about that weekend.
We set up our two-person bivvy tent in a densely wooded area almost by the lake, and then I set to camouflaging it, making sure the camouflage did not come into contact with the tent. Colby was full of questions and I explained to him that any contact between the camo and the tent would break the waterproofing. He said that it wasn't going to rain so why bother? That's when the fun and games began. Colby intended this was to be a weekend of total sex, but no way was I going to allow him to make it that. So I told him that it was going to be a Special Forces weekend and I would teach him field-craft and other stuff. I got the full-pout attitude for a while, and then he began to loosen up. It was the camouflage bit that did it. Not the tent camouflage... the stuff I put on us both.
I'd been down to Panguitch City and got the makings before we set off. Face-paints... disruptive greens and browns over a layer of Vaseline so it spread better and would also wipe off easier. So I painted his face and hands and slipped a camo-net over his head and spent twenty minutes fastening various local ferns and weeds and small branches to it. Then I did my own. When he asked, "What next?" I told him that I'd shut my eyes and he could hide anywhere within fifty yards of me and I would try to find him. He was laughing and insisted that if I couldn't find him within ten minutes then my forfeit was that I'd suck his pecker. (I did tell you that that's where the fun and games began.)
It wasn't difficult finding him. I sat very quietly when he went off and heard roughly where he settled. Then I went the opposite way and doubled back and behind him. I chuckled inside like a demented old hag when I found him. The camouflage net was long enough to have covered him completely, but when he'd settled he'd forgotten to cover his feet up and I could clearly see the soles of his Nike trainers. But he didn't see me - or hear me - and he was almost in shock when I pounced on him and held my stiff fingers to his throat as if it was a knife. That's when he cussed me big style and accused me of cheating and said that I hadn't kept my eyes closed. And he certainly wasn't pleased when I pointed to the stopwatch on my wrist and showed him that it had taken me all of six minutes to find him. Then, begrudgingly, he gave me a bit of praise and said he never heard me coming.
My turn to hide next. Same forfeit, but I gave him an extra five minutes to find me. He walked right past me twice before I decided to put him out of his misery. Same ending, but this time I was on my feet and my `knife' was at his throat before he knew what had happened. We looked at the stopwatch. Twenty-five minutes. He was not at all pleased and his cussing was twice as bad!
So that's how we spent the morning. And then we put into practice all that I'd taught him by doing a reccy on the nearest folk to us. They were at the far end of the lake. Two middle-aged blokes fishing. We were no more than thirty yards from them. I'd brought my crossbow with me and Colby whispered, "Shoot them and we'll steal their fish for dinner."
I whispered back, "You do it."
He giggled and put two fingers up and pointed at them. Then he whispered, "I think they're a couple of queers. The one on the right can suck my pecker. The other one is yours."
So we backed off and did some hunting.
Late night and we were sprawled together beneath the stars by a campfire that was loaded up with big logs so we wouldn't have to keep stoking it up; lying back; sharing my beer and looking up at the Milky Way and supported by a load of sleeping bags behind us. Because the blazing fire was keeping us warm, Colby was wearing shorts and not jeans, and a cotton short-sleeved shirt. I had my left arm under him and was holding his cute bum, fondling it through the soft fabric while he had his left leg and arm flung over me and his head was resting on my shoulder. Our bellies were full. (I'd shot a buck rabbit with the crossbow. Colby, proudly showing me the skills Dave had taught him, skinned and gutted it and we cooked it in a pot over the fire together with some potatoes and sweetcorn and spices.) We had fun for a while looking for shooting stars, and then he tested me about the names of the star constellations. And then he started giggling. I asked him what was so amusing. He lifted his arm and pointed, and said, "Those stars there. They're shaped like your pecker."
It took me a while to discover that he was referring to the lower arm of Pisces, and I laughed and told him he was crazy. Then I said I'd find his. I studied for a while and then I pointed out Pyxis and told him, "That's yours. Those three small stars in a straight line."
He looked up at me with puzzled Bukowski eyes and asked, "Why is that like mine?"
I winked at him. "Because it's always sticking out. It never takes a rest."
He giggled. "It's like that now. Do you want a feel?"
I took a swig of our beer and shook my head. "No thanks. I prefer a beer."
He snuggled his head under my chin again and was silent for a while. Then he got up and walked to the lakeside and stood staring out at the lake. He was silhouetted against the starlit water and I felt my heartstrings being yanked. He was all boy; and he was beautiful, and I knew he was thinking about something.
So was I. I loved this boy. I never did have kids, but if I had, then I would have wanted him to be just like Colby. He was naturally naughty and funny, and he was a complete extrovert. When I was with him, I always had a smile on my face... or in my heart. He was unique in my life.
Then he came back and settled himself into me again and said, "You've decided to leave us, haven't you!"
I pulled him closer. He knew. His comment was a statement and not a question. So I told him, "Yes. I'll be gone soon."
"Will you be coming back again?"
I shrugged my shoulders. "I don't make plans. I go where the wind takes me."
"Or where the boys are?"
"That's part of it."
"Do they love you?"
"Not really."
"One here that does, Jake."
That was the moment when the blade of love went in up to the hilt, and I held my breath for a short while before I replied, "And I love you Colby. But it wouldn't last. You'll grow up and discover new things and new people and then there would be heartache. I don't want that. I don't want it for me, and I certainly don't want it for you. Can you understand that?"
He was silent for a short while, and then he replied, "Yes, but it isn't like that. I said I loved you, not that I was in love with you. Can you understand that?"
I pulled him even closer into me and wrapped my hand tighter around his small bum while I was thinking about things. His eyes had already told me that he had an old soul, and now his wise words were confirming it. But all I could say then was a brief, "Uhuh!"
More silence, and then he said, "I want to know what gay sex is all about with somebody I love and trust. I don't want to wait another seven years to find out what it's like with somebody I probably won't love. It's important to me. I don't want to do all the things some gay people do. I don't want nothing up my butt that's too big for it. I just want the nice parts... the stuff a boy like me can enjoy and not have to do the things I don't want to do, and only two people can ever give me that. Dave ain't never gonna do it, so that leaves just you."
I kissed his hair. "That's two double negatives you've used."
He giggled. "You Brits are nuts. Well, are you going to suck my pecker or are you never gonna do it?"
I shrugged him off and he rolled onto his belly, onto the sleeping bags beside me. His arms were under his head and his legs were apart, and he was staring at me. Well... he'd got one of his famous pouts on his face. I stroked his small back; softly fondled his soft buttocks and the back of his slim thighs, and then I pushed my hand under his shorts and beneath his Superman underpants and fondled his bum, and stared back at him and told him, "You're beautiful."
His eyes grinned at me when he said, "You can pretend I'm fourteen years old in a little body."
I chuckled at his remark and then made my mind up what I was going to do. So I said, "I need to take a crap. You try and get one out of you and then we'll scrub up in the lake. I ain't ever made love to a beautiful fourteen year old in a little body without they were as clean as a whistle. Move your arse!"
And after we'd both taken a crap, we went into the lake together, both naked, and the fun we had was almost as good as the fun that followed.
It was damned cold in that lake and that's why there were no erections. And the cold water washed the effects of the beers away. Our antics helped a lot, too. A weight had been lifted from both of us by my acceptance of what was going to happen, and it also shucked off any reservations about contact. Laughter echoed across the lake while I scrubbed the beautiful small creature that was Colby when he was naked, including sticking a soapy finger inside his bum, which caused him to try and wriggle out of my arms. (That was necessary for what I had in mind.) But I held him tight and insisted he take at least two knuckles before I let him slip away, and he was giggling like a lunatic when he was lathering up my dick and balls. And then, when it was all over, I lifted him up and held him with both arms under his small buttocks while he wrapped his arms around my neck and his legs around my waist. And then he kissed me. It was not a sexy kiss; not an open mouth kiss; not a kiss with tongues. It was an open-eyed kiss with firm pouted lips; the type of kiss a boy gives his man when he looks into his eyes, and without needing words to do it, tells him that he trusts him completely. When he broke the kiss, he said, "Can we get out now?" So, still holding him, I carried him back to the campfire where we dried ourselves off before carrying the sleeping bags into the tent and laying them down so we had a nice soft covering over the double airbed.
He lay down, spread-eagled on the bed, and in the glow of the battery camping light, I studied the beautiful fourteen year old in an eleven year old boys' body with an erection that was throbbing madly.
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I lay down beside him and looked into his eyes. They stared back at me. I could see a lot of emotions in them: affection; yearning; lust; trepidation even. He was shaking slightly, so I caressed his forehead and kissed his cute nose and whispered, "Just relax and trust me." He tried to grin, so I rewarded him with a gentle kiss on his sweet lips while I was tweaking one of his erect nipples. Then I began the journey that was to take this special boy out of the world of ignorance and into a world he needed to be familiar with before he got there. That was the really important bit. Being gay isn't all sweets and popcorn.
I started with his ears. They can be one of the most sensual parts of a boy. The lobes have erotic nerves in them if you treat them gently, and even more sensual is the ear drum inside them when you whisper sweet nothings to them. So that's what I did... sucked and nibbled his earlobes while telling him that he was the sexiest thing on two legs and that he had a fantastic body and that he was the only eleven year old boy who had ever turned me on. We'd almost done this before as a plaything when we shared a bed back at Poker Ranch, but this was the real deal, and Colby knew it. This time it wouldn't end by him masturbating himself. That's why he was trembling. Then I went down to his neck. That was where the fun really started.
I sucked and scraped my teeth across it, and then gave him a hickey. He giggled and tried to push me off, but I was having none of it, and, eventually, he gave up trying and relaxed and allowed me to leave a trademark on him. It was important for the boy to know how much he was desired. (And I hoped he would wear the love-bite as a badge of honour if I did my job right from then on in, and he would recall everything every time he looked at it until, just like me, it would fade away and become a fond memory.) Then I went lower and suckled and nibbled each of his nipples until they were glistening and standing proud. I glanced down and watched the reaction of his dick. It was throbbing like crazy. That's why I stopped suckling on his nipples. The last thing I wanted was for him to have an unassisted climax. That little beauty was going to be in my mouth when that happened.
I went lower and I felt his hands on my head. He wanted to direct operations, but I was having none of it. This beautiful boy was about to be taken by an expert boylover; and I didn't need any assistance. So I pushed them away to show him who was boss.
Down to his waist. I kissed that slim part of him and rubbed my nose around it. Then I followed the contours of the two valleys of temptation that lead to Boy Heaven. His trembling was turning into body spasms, so time to go in for the kill, down to the throbbing dick that was so hard that the well stretched foreskin was rolling back of its own accord. But I helped it with firm lips when I took him into my mouth. Right down I went on him until my lips were firmly against his hairless pubic bone, and then I came back up, applying vacuum until it popped out of my mouth. His hands were up in the air, wanting to push me back down again, but my being firm with him earlier made him not do it. He knew it would be my way or the highway.
I ran two wet lips and my tongue down the underside of his dick and down to his balls and sucked each one gently. Then I nibbled and sucked on his beautiful small upper thighs until I decided it was time to put him out of his sex-mad misery. So I slipped my lips over the pulsating boy morsel, and after a few determined slurps around his knob, I allowed him to use his hands on my head when he heaved upwards and buried his dick as far into my mouth as he could get it as he pummelled and squealed his way to his very first real gay encounter. I'd given plenty of boys a blow job in my time, but I can honestly say that none before or since meant as much to me as the one I gave to Colby that night.
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He lay snuggled in my arms. The crazy passions had left him and he was recovering. He had an arm around me and I felt it tighten, and then he lifted his head up and stared at me. He puckered his lips. I kissed them softly. He tried to smile. It didn't come off. Then he said, "I'm sorry."
I gave him a puzzled look and asked, "What are you sorry about?"
He was almost in tears when he said, "For making you do something you didn't want."
I winked at him. "I've been wanting to do that since the first time we were in bed together."
He pulled his head back and stared at me. "Then why didn't you?"
I tapped the side of my temple. "It's in here. This brain in here sets its own moral barriers. It's never allowed me to think that sex with a ten or eleven year old can be consensual. And as you've found out while I've been here, I never go where I think I might harm a boy. I might be a pervert, but I'm not a monster. Boys are the most precious thing in the world to me." Again I tapped my temple. "But Mr Brain has been taught a lesson while I've been here. One eleven year old boy is the exception to the moral rules it has set. And I'm looking at him now."
Colby grinned. "So, you do like me... ya know, like that?"
I grinned back at him. "I kissed that little dickie of yours the first time I slept with you. You didn't know it. You were fast asleep. But your little dickie enjoyed it. It was as hard a nail when I was doing it."
Colby's chuckles were deep when he said, "You old pervert you! You dirty old Brit pervert, sucking a little ten year old boy dick when he was asleep! I'm surprised I didn't wake up with a sore ass!!"
I winked at him. "You might do that in the morning. But I need to ask you a question. Does my body interest you?"
Colby giggled again. "I've had your dick in my mouth already."
I stared at him. "You have! When?"
Bukowski eyes twinkled naughtily at me. "Two can play at that game. And I've had it right up my ass crack."
"Have you indeed! And didn't you manage to get it inside you?"
Colby giggled. "Nope. You and Dave had been drinking a lot and you were both drunk when we went to bed." He giggled some more. "That night you fell off the piano stool. You were asleep so quick that I didn't have time to rub my butt on you while I was jerking off. So I did some exploring. I was hoping it would get hard when I was sucking it but it was like a floppy hot dog. So I turned over and tried rubbing it up and down my butt crack to see if that would make it hard. But even that didn't work, so I gave up and turned over and used your foreskin over my pecker to jerk myself off. That was nice. Shane said I should have bit your dick. He said that would have woke you up."
I chuckled. "So all your dirty secrets are shared, are they?"
"Course they are. And tonight I've won twenty dollars. Shane said I would never get you to do it. Now I gone and done it, he owes me twenty dollars."
"So is Shane gay like you then?"
"He swings both ways, but he likes boys and girls his own age. So can I suck your dick now?"
I stared at him. "Have you ever sucked a man's dick before?"
"Nope. I done Shane a few times, but he's not a man."
"But he can make semen. So how did you go on when he did that?"
"I pulled off before he did that and let it go on his belly."
I chuckled. "Mine wouldn't go on my belly. It would shoot three feet in the air if you did it and we'd mess the place up. So how about you suck on it for a short while and then I'll find another way of doing it that won't make a mess."
"How can you do that?"
I tapped the side of my nose. "I know stuff. Just make sure you stop when I tell you to. Okay?"
He grinned and shrugged his shoulders and I pushed him down so he could get to me. He was in a good place, between my legs with his forearms resting on my thighs. His eyes grinned evilly at me and he took his first slurp and waited for my reaction. I nodded. He pulled my foreskin right back and inspected me. Then he rubbed precum from me and ran it between his thumb and forefinger. He touched his tongue with his finger, shook his head and said, "I prefer buck rabbit."
I chuckled. "It's an acquired taste. Some boys can't get enough of it. Some Chinese boys prefer it to bird's nest soup."
He giggled. "How many Chinese boys have you had?"
I shrugged my shoulders. "Dunno. Lost count. Japanese boys are better. Arab boys are even better than they are. They're the very best cock suckers."
"How many boys have you had?"
I grinned at him. "Millions." Then I winked at him, "But you're far and away the most special one."
"Why's that?"
"Because you're the only boy I ever let get to me. No boy has ever been able to do that before. That's why you're so special. Now stop mumbling like one of those Mormon preacher men and get on with what you're doing. You'll get used to the precum in a short while and it will be no different than your saliva. Just get on with it!"
So he did, slurping his tongue around the head of my dick and then going as far down on it as he could until he had to stop before he gagged on it. The boy was good. Not once did he snag his teeth on me. So I let him get on with it until the feelings began to build, and then I told him to stop unless he wanted his mouth full of something. Time to go to the next stage.
I told him to come up beside me and go onto his hands and knees. This time he didn't ask any questions. That surprised me some. But it wasn't a complete surprise. By now he'd begun to trust me. So he went doggy style and let me do whatever.
I wormed myself into position behind him and set to work on the part of a boy that makes me what I am; a pervert boylover who adores the two beautiful orbs that lead to boy heaven when parted. I began slowly; smothering each buttock with soft kisses, slurped a hard tongue along the length of his crevasse a few times, and then, while slowly pulling them apart with my thumbs, I went deeper and deeper. I could see it... the puckered pink morsel that was my target. I tickled it with the tip of my rigid tongue, playing with the nerves that I knew would be registering in the sex nodes of his boy brain. For a short while it tasted of the soap we'd used in the lake, and then it began to taste like real boy. I pulled his buttocks a little wider and watched it open slightly, and then dipped my tongue into it and left it there. He pushed back on me. More tension on his orbs and I pulled him wider and went deeper. And deeper... and deeper until I could go no further.
This wasn't a rush job... this was going to be the best rimming job this young man would have in his entire life; one that he would never forget; one that would be in his fantasies as he grew into a man... and even when he was an old man. I loved this boy and I intended to leave my mark seared into his brain.
So I tongue-fucked him. That made him whimper I can tell you! Then he got the hang of it and worked in rhythm with me... pushing back when I was going in, and relaxing when I pulled out. And then I changed tack. Every time I pulled out, I sucked on his sphincter. All for a damned good reason. And so we did that together until his sphincter was pliable and juicy and was a real hole and I could see inside him to his recently finger-washed ruby coloured tunnel of love. It was time!
I got up and rolled him over. The next part would be done where I could see him; where I could look into Bukowski eyes and see the need in them. I would also be able to see how much pain he was in. So when he was on his back, I pushed his legs back onto his chest. Automatically, he threaded his arms through his legs and grabbed his ankles. I winked at him. He half-grinned at me. Then I went to my knees, put a hand under his lower back and lifted him up until he was at the right height, and using my other hand I pressed my swollen knob against the now part open muscle of love. Then I drooled saliva onto the part where we were connected.
Gel is good, but nothing beats saliva. And I had plenty of that to use after feasting on him. So I pressed my rigid knob against his boy hole and did the movements; pretty much what my tongue had been doing, but this time there was something more solid than a tongue. I didn't rush it. That would have made him reject me. No, I played it cool and spent quite a while pushing and manipulating it around the increasingly opening orifice, teasing the anal nerves that can sometimes make a boy climax without even touching his dick. I had a barometer to judge his feelings.
If boys don't like this stuff then their dicks are always limp. Not so Colby's. His was as hard as a nail even though, by now, he had worked out what was going to happen to him. Oh yes, he now knew where my release was going to take place, and that boy brain of his had not rejected the idea. This was psychological stuff to him. He wanted to be a gay boy, and despite his fears, he wanted to experience the ultimate act of gay love. So I pressed harder and manipulated harder until I knew the moment was right and pressed really hard and I watched my knob slip through the entrance to boy heaven. And then the muscle retracted like the venus fly trap and wrapped itself around my shaft just below the swollen head. There, it was done.
I looked into his beautiful eyes. I saw it... the triumph in them. Why the triumphant look?
Sex is a two way thing. More than anything Colby wanted to have a proper blow job and be rimmed. That was his turn-on. I'd provided him with those two things. But now the unselfish side of this beautiful creature was being revealed. He knew I liked fucking boys, so this was his gift to me for providing him with his own sexual needs. He was a good boy; a caring boy, so, while we stared into each other's eyes and because I was so worked up, it took only a few short stabs that I knew wouldn't hurt him too much before I pumped rope after rope of my semen into him; into the boy I loved, and his mouth was open and his head was nodding as I did it, and I didn't stop until my balls were drained.
But I was not finished. Oh no! When the feelings were over for me, I grabbed his still hard dick and began to masturbate him. Now he would experience a climax with a man dick inside him. It didn't take long. A couple of minutes and he squirmed and wriggled and his face was contorting when the feelings overtook him. It was beautiful feeling the muscle that was still clamping me inside him spasming and contracting on my dick when each of his convulsions happened. Then it was over and I slipped out of him and he collapsed and let his legs go to fall each side of me. That's when I leaned over him and kissed him softly on the lips. The way he puckered his lips spoke volumes to me. Everything had gone perfectly, and there were no regrets in those lips.
An hour later and Colby was asleep in my arms like a contented baby that had just been fed and winded. The two climaxes I brought him to after the initial introduction of his journey into manhood were sufficient for one night. He was now a happy boy. But I wasn't a happy man. Yes, I was in Paradise as I held the wonderful, warm, soft, sensual and shapely body that was the horn dog Colby in my arms, but I knew our time together was almost over, and Love Hurts, Colby.
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On the way back to Poker Ranch, we stopped at a diner. When we'd ordered, I told Colby that I had to make an important phone call and needed to use a landline because the batteries in my cell phone had run down.
Dave answered the phone. I tried to make the call as brief as possible. Once we'd had a giggle about the peripherals, I said to him, "Do me a favour, Dave. Slip a sleeping pill in the boy's last drink before he goes to bed."
My old buddy was silent for a few moments, and then he said, "So he got to you then?"
"I'm afraid so, Dave. Nothing nasty. Everything was for him. Will you take me to the airport tonight and I'll catch the first flight out in the morning?"
"You going anywhere special?"
"Nope. I'll make my way up to New York, spend a coupla days thinking about things, and then go from there. I just don't want him to know I'm going. Don't want any tears."
"I'll have them in the morning," said Dave.
"You won't have too many Dave. He's expecting it, but not so soon. And he's got you. You're the one he really loves. He's your boy, Dave. He always will be. I'm just the guy who's helped him through a difficult phase in his life. He cares for me. I'll settle for that."
"You'd best leave him a note explaining things."
"No need Dave. I'll just leave him something to remember me by. You'll know when he's thinking about me. That's when he'll need your big arms around him. When you do that, give him a massive hug for me too."
"Will do Jake. Do I tell Shane? He's here."
"Can he keep his mouth shut?"
"Oh yes."
"Then tell him, but make sure he acts normal. See you in about an hour and a half. We're at a diner just now, so we won't need no chow when we get back. And leave our bedroom as normal. I'll pack when the sleeping tablet has got hold of him."
"Okay Jake. I'll sort things this end. See you soon."
When I got back to the table, Colby looked up at me and asked, "What was that about?"
I winked at him. "Mind your own business and eat your steak up."
He giggled. "I'd rather be eating buck rabbit. Shall we go back to the lake?"
I sat down and threw one of my fries at him. He giggled some more and then ate as only a growing boy can eat, and one who had just been eased beautifully into manhood before his time. And he'd not long had his little dickie played with again. In between lots of fun and fishing we'd been at it most of the day and he needed a rest. He said if his mom saw how red and swollen it was she would send him to the doctors. So I got the first aid kit out and bathed it gently in a hygienic wash. He danced around for a few minutes after I'd done it and then called me a perverted Brit swine. LOL.
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The sleeping pill didn't take long to act. That and the exertions of the weekend was enough to wear any eleven year old out. So I carried him to bed, and then I packed quietly so as not to disturb him.
Shane was still up and about, and when I was ready to go, he came to me and gave me a big man hug. Then he looked into my eyes. I could see a myriad of thoughts in them. One of them was that he was thinking I was bastard for leaving Colby without saying goodbye, but he was clever enough to know that that was a minor negative against making it a long drawn out affair. Also in his eyes I could see that there were genuine regrets that we hadn't. He'd had the chance and decided it wasn't what he wanted, but I hadn't forgotten the desire that was in his eyes when I sang a love song to him. That's the one thing Colby would always have on him. Colby got to experience what I could offer, and I was in little doubt that when the boy described his exploits to Shane that there would be regrets that he never got to do it. Then, when I took twenty dollars out of my wallet and gave it to him and said, "That's the twenty dollars you owe Chimp," he gurgled with laughter.
And then Dave drove me to the airport. I took my Briggs and Riley out of the back, along with my holdall, took an envelope out of my pocket and pressed it into his hand and told him it was the balance of my `holiday money' that I hadn't spent. He tucked it into his pocket and grinned. Then we shook hands. And I turned and walked away, and I didn't look back. Not my style... looking back. What's done is done and only the future is important.
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So, my dear boy Colby, you've just celebrated your 24th birthday and I know you're okay. Dave keeps me informed, but don't ask him where I am. He's under strict orders from me not to tell you, and he's promised not to. And we old soldiers never break a promise. It's not important where I am. What we had is the important bit. I'm okay. Leave it at that. I know that not everything has been easy going for you, but you gone and got yourself a partner. Yes, it's a female one, and you gone and got yourself a six year old kid as well. I've seen photographs of him. He's a real cutie. As cute as you were. I'm just glad I won't be at Poker Ranch when he's ten years old. *wink*
But you never got to know about the final few moments I spent with you. Best I tell you then.
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It was difficult. I wanted to stay. More than anything I wanted to stay. But I knew it would have been the wrong thing to do. You needed to grow up without me by your side. You'd got Dave. He'd be your rock, not me. After what went on, even though you were only eleven years old, I would have wanted you in my bed all the time, and that wouldn't have been good for you.
So I sat on our bed and stroked your hair. It was a bit sticky with the muck you'd got on it. You hadn't showered before I carried you to bed. I undressed you. You were naked. You were beautiful. I stroked your body. Oh yes, including that thing that was always hard and throbbing. But even that was asleep, and that hygienic wash had eased the redness somewhat. Then I kissed it. Oh yes... I wasn't going to leave without giving that beauty a kiss! Then I kissed your beautiful soft lips. That's when the Brit stiff upper lip went awry and I shed the first tears since I was a little kid. My tears fell on your cheek and lips. Then I gently massaged them into your skin. And then I rolled you over and stroked your beautiful back and arse and lovely small legs. Can you guess what was the last thing I did? You're thinking it was that I kissed your sexy bottom. You'd almost be right. I rolled my nose and cheeks and lips over those two soft orbs for so long that I'll feel them forever in my thoughts. But it wasn't the last thing I did.
As you'll probably remember, it was not too warm that night. But that wasn't the reason why the last thing I did was to leave you something special. Oh no... the reason I did it was because you're the only boy I have ever loved. So when I covered you up with my flying jacket, it wasn't because you were cold... it was because I loved you. You loved that flying jacket, and so did I. That's how I knew you wouldn't need any silly words. I knew that when you woke up and found me gone, that flying jacket would speak the words that needed to be spoken. I can tell you what those words were, my boy. I love Colby Stewart, and I always will until the day I die. So that's why I'm going to end this story about us with this beautiful song...
Take care My Boy,
Jx.
Ps. If you're wondering where those blue Superman underpants you were wearing that night went to, I've got them here with me. Although it broke my heart to do it, I had to wash them. Now, I never go to sleep without I give them a kiss. Pervert old Brit! LOL.
Pps. Take care Shane. *wink*
The end.
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