Date: Wed, 25 Jul 2018 16:02:35 +0200
From: Owen Davis <odavis120@mail.com>
Subject: He Brought His Own Balls - Chapter 22 (Gay - Adult Youth)

He Brought His Own Balls
Chapter 22

In the middle of the night, I woke up to the sound of Sammy collecting his
brother to leave the room. We whispered our goodbyes with a hope to see
each other again in the future (perhaps the following December??). After
the brothers left, I snuggled up with the sleeping Griffin and dozed back
off.

The next time I woke, it was already light out. Griffin was still sound
asleep, and I had some fun caressing his body while he continued to
sleep. He was nude (we both were) and started out soft, but after my hands
lightly brushed over some of his more sensitive regions, the virile boy
began to mast up. After jerking his impressive middle school cock for a
minute, I decided that I had to taste him, and I went down on the sleeping
blond beauty. He started moaning, and I wasn't sure if it was in his sleep
or if he was awake with his eyes closed. I got my confirmation when I
stopped sucking.

"Keep going, Uncle Owen, that feels so good."

I obliged. While continuing the blow job, I was also teasing his hole,
brushing by with a finger now and then, or even blowing some air across the
area when I took a break from his boy pole.

Then out of nowhere: "I want you to fuck me."

"You mean like Sammy did with his finger last night?"

"No, like the real thing. I really want to try it."

"I dunno, buddy."

"Why not?"

"Well, first of all, you're my nephew."

"You were just touching me and blowing me anyway. And, wait, did you know
we're actually not related?"

"Yeah, I know. Your mom told me yesterday. But you're still my nephew,
whether or not we're blood related. And, you're only 11 years old."

"I know technically I'm 11, but I can shoot now! And I totally look older
than 11."

"Well, your dick certainly looks bigger than a typical 11 year-old."

He smiled at me. "So, can we?" Then came the pouty puppy-dog face. "Don't
you think I'm hot?"

"You are undoubtedly the hottest, sexiest, cutest boy currently at this
resort." I got up and went into the bathroom to grab a bottle of lotion.

When I came back, Griffin was on his hands and knees on the bed, with his
back arched and butt sticking out. He was clenching and unclenching his
asshole so that it was winking at me. His head was turned back to look at
me with a naughty grin. My cock was at full length. It throbbed with
excitement and was leaking likely crazy.

"We can start in this position, but then I want to be able to look at your
face and front side as I take your virginity."

Griffin wiggled his cute, smooth butt.

I popped open the lid of the lotion and squirted out a bunch. First I
coated my 7 inches, and then I rubbed a glob along Griffin's crack. He
pushed back in my hand as if he were eager for penetration. The blond boy
got his wish, as I slid my index finger into his hole. It went in fairly
easily, but I could still feel how tight he was. How was I going to get my
sizable organ in this kid without tearing him up.

It wasn't as easy to add a second finger, but I did. Griffin was moving his
hips trying to maximize his pleasure. He was letting out soft groans as my
two fingers pumped in and out. This went on for a few minutes. When I
pulled out to add some more lube, I was surprised to see how hole stayed
open for a few seconds by itself before closing up. I wasn't going to be
able to resist plunging my hardness into him soon. I applied additional
lotion to my fingers, and this time slipped three of them inside the
boy. His moans turned to more uncomfortable; it sounded like he was in some
pain. I kept working my fingers in and out, though, and meanwhile I was
jerking my cock with my other hand.

"You ready, Griff?" I asked a few minutes later in a whisper.

"I dunno," he answered between groans. "I'm not so sure I can do this
anymore."

"Sure you can, buddy. You can do anything you set your mind to."

"It's gonna hurt too much. It already hurts now."

"Well, let's just give it a go. We can't give up before we try." There was
no way I was letting him back out now. He had invited me in (practically
begged me), and I was gonna take him no matter what. I put some more lotion
on my dick and lined it up at the target. I was holding my cock with my
left hand and holding onto his right hip with my right hand. I started to
push forward a little.

"Uncle Owen, I dunno about this. Maybe we should stop."

"Shhh. It's gonna be fine, baby. Just relax."

"I'm really scared now," he whined. "I thought I wanted this, but now I
don't think I do."

"I'll be gentle, Griff. Just take a deep breath." I pushed forward so that
the tip of my dick started to open up his hole.

"Please just stop."

"Shhh. It's OK. Relax." I pushed the head of my cock inside the sexy
kid. He immediately yelped and pulled his body forward causing my cock to
pop back out. He was a strong kid, no doubt, but I was stronger. I grabbed
his hips with both of my hands now, and pulled him back toward me.

"No! I don't wanna..." I pushed my cock back inside his hole and went a
couple of inches in this time. It felt amazing right way. Griffin tried to
put up a fight, but I just held him still for a few moments, before he gave
up and stopped struggling.

I went in another two inches and held it there again. Griffin was silent. I
couldn't tell if he was angry, hurt, or starting to feel good. After
another minute, I pulled outward a few inches and then right back in. This
was repeated at a slow pace for a few minutes, and gradually I picked up
the pace. The tight grip on my cock and the stimulation as I rubbed along
his skin was starting to drive me wild.

Finally Griffin started moaning softly, and then he whispered, "It's
starting to feel good."

"Told ya so, bud." I pushed all the way in. "Oh, fuck, Griff, your ass
feels so good." I pumped in and out, and he took it like a champ.

"It feels weird. Not hurting so much. You're so big, Uncle Owen."

I needed to see his face and the rest of his body. I pulled out, quickly
tossed him onto his back, and then lined up my cock for re-entry. As I
started fucking the boy, I took in the sight in front of me. My tempo sped
up as I got more and more turned on. My hands were running through his
blond mop of hair, which was starting to get a little sweaty, and I was
kissing his neck. I ran my hands over his smooth face and down his
chest. As I continued to pound him, I stuck my face in his hairless
armpits, one at a time, and licked. Then I felt his golden legs with my
fingers. Every inch of this kid was just so damn sexy. I wasn't going to
last much longer.

Griffin was getting into it now, bucking his hips and moving as if he
wanted to feel me even deeper. His moans were definitely starting to sound
like all pleasure now. "Oh, oh, oh, uh, uh, uh..." He just kept grunting
over and over in a cute little voice. His head was thrashing around from
side to side, his eyes mostly closed, sometimes opening with a look of lust
at me. I jerked his cock, and I could tell he was practically out of his
mind now. He needed to explode just as much as I did.

I took a few slow, long strokes into his ass, before upping the rhythm as
fast as I could fuck. I kept that up until I felt my climax approaching. I
wanted Griffin to cum at the same time, and I was frantically jacking him
and massaging the area between his navel and cock. Griffin reached his
orgasm first. But the sight of his first shot and the feeling of his ass
clenching immediately set me off as well. I unloaded a healthy load of six
or seven shots deep inside Griffin's ass. And then I pulled out and
collapsed onto the bed, trying to catch my breath. We were both sweaty, and
Griffin lay there with his eyes closed, breathing heavily with a look of
bliss on his face.

*****

Five hours later, I boarded my plane, having said goodbye to my family and
the resort that would forever contain so many hot memories. I was going to
have to return to the resort next year, whether or not my family was going!
But hopefully they'd come too. Griffin would be a year older and
undoubtedly even hotter at age 12-almost-13.

As soon as I was settling in to my seat, I noticed a flight attendant that
looked familiar. It must have been because I had him on the way down to DR
a week ago. The next time he walked by, I gave him a big smile, which he
returned, and I saw that his name tag said "Aden." Oh my god, now I knew
where I recognized him from. He was the guy from Mark's airplane video! I
had to find a way to take advantage of this.

About half an hour into the flight, the flight attendant was walking by,
and I gently grabbed his arm to stop him.

"May I help you, sir?"

"Yes, I have a favor to ask."

"At your service."

I pointed to a boy a few rows up on the opposite side of the aisle. I had
been perving on him ever since we boarded the plane. He had one of those
"unaccompanied minor" signs around his neck. He looked to be around 13
years old with light brown hair that flopped perfectly on his head. His
face was cute as hell with lips that I fantasized could be around my
cock. He looked a little worried, maybe just nervous since he was traveling
alone. I whispered to the flight attendant, "Do you see that boy?"

"Yes, what about him?" He leaned down to hear me better.

"He's traveling alone, yes?"

"Yes, why do you ask?"

"I'll tell you shortly. Please come back to my seat in two minutes."

"Uh, OK, sir." He walked away.

I got out a pen and ripped out a page of a magazine that had enough white
space on it for me to write. My instructions for Aden, which I outlined on
the paper, were to tell the unaccompanied boy that he should head into the
bathroom at the back of the plane and leave the door unlocked, because he
was going to have a security session that needed to take place in private.

Aden finally returned about five minutes later, and I slipped him the
paper. He unfolded it and read what I had written. Then he leaned down
close to me and whispered angrily, "What the fuck is wrong with you? Why
would I do that? There's no chance in hell."

"Oh you'll do it," I answered nonchalantly.

The flight attendant turned to walk away, but I grabbed his arm.

"Let go."

"Wait. Look." I turned my cell phone toward him. On the screen was a clear
view of Aden sucking on Mark's cock. I had paused the video at that moment.

All the color immediately drained from Aden's face. "How the hell did you
get that?"

"Don't be concerned about that. What you should be worried about is that it
doesn't get in the hands of anyone else. And you can easily help prevent
that."

"How?"

I tugged on the paper that was still in his hands. "Duh. I already told
you."

He slowly turned away from me and took a few steps toward the front of the
plane. Then he suddenly turned back and walked up to me
again. "Please. Don't do this. It's not right."

"Oh come on. YOU are gonna tell me what's right and wrong?"

"That other kid blackmailed me. I had to. It was wrong. I've felt guilty
about it the last two days."

"Sorry, buddy. And you know you liked it. I'm not gonna change my mind. Go
now, please."

I eagerly watched as the flight attendant walked up to the row where the
brown-haired boy was. He squatted down next to the kid and spoke to
him. The look on the boy's face was confusion. He said a few words
back. Aden looked back at me, and I nodded to him. Aden turned back to the
kid, and said something else. The kid unbuckled his seat belt and stood
up. He walked toward the back of the plane with a straight face. As he
passed my seat, I could easily sense his nervousness. Aden just stood in
the aisle looking toward the back of the plane.

Less than a minute passed before I stood up and followed the young teen
into the bathroom. The boy had taken a seat on the closed toilet, and his
hands were clenched between his knees. As I entered the tiny room and
locked the door behind me, the kid glanced up nervously and then settled
his gaze on the floor. "Hello, young man." I offered my hand, and he shook
it.

"Hi," he replied softly.

"You must be Dylan." His name was written on the card hanging around his
neck. He nodded. "My name is David Woods." I took out my wallet, and
flashed my school ID, making sure to cover up the text. "I work for the
TSA, and I'm currently undercover, which is protocol when I'm placed on a
flight. You must be wondering why you are here in the bathroom with me. I
realize how strange this may seem. Please don't be alarmed. We received
word that the customs area in Orlando is an absolute mess, with a current
wait of over two hours. We are in a pilot program--no pun intended--to take
care of customs security screening on incoming flights for unaccompanied
minors, to help expedite the process for children and teenagers traveling
by themselves. Do you know what `expedite' means, Dylan?"

"Yeah."

"Good boy."

"Why are we in the bathroom, though?"

"Good question, Dylan. We are here for your own privacy. Ideally, new
airplanes will include a private room for purposes like this, but for now,
all we have to work with is the bathroom, as unpleasant as that might
be. Anyway, this actually shouldn't take long at all, assuming the
screening is clean."

"Um, OK."

"First I need to confirm some information using your passport. Can you
please retrieve your passport and hand it to me?" He reached into the pouch
hanging around his neck to take out his passport. "I'm guessing you are 15
years old." I took the passport from him and opened it up.

"Actually I'm only..."

"13," I interrupted as I quickly did the math looking at his birth
date. "I'm surprised because you look so mature." He most certainly did not
look like he was 15, but I figured a boost in his confidence could be
beneficial. I returned his passport. "Alrighty. First, I'll need you to
stand up and face away from me." Dylan did as instructed. He was wearing a
white Nike `Just Do It' T-shirt and red basketball shorts. "I will let you
know each step of the process as we go, so that you can be prepared."

"OK."

"I'm going to start by checking your chest and arms."

"Wait, why do you need to do that? I don't have anything on me."

"I'm sorry, Dylan. It's protocol, and unfortunately I can't just take your
word for it. I will need to put my hands under your shirt, or you can
choose to remove your shirt. It is your call."

"I'll leave it on."

"OK, that's fine." I started by feeling each of his skinny, tanned
arms. With one of my hands on each of his arms, I slid up into the sleeves
of his T-shirt, and my fingers went into his armpits. They felt hairless
and sweaty. I poked around for a moment, and then removed my hands. With
Dylan still facing away from me, I took a silent sniff of my fingers. The
smell caused my 24-year-old manhood to stiffen to its full capacity. I was
so excited that my devious plan was working so smoothly thus far. Just
minutes ago I was watching this kid sitting in his seat on the plane,
imagining what his body could feel like, and now that body was at my mercy.

Next I placed my hands under Dylan's shirt. As I ran them up his back, I
could feel the super-smooth skin, and I got a peek with his shirt lifting
slightly. Letting my hands glide around the sides of this torso, they
eventually landed on the front of his developing chest. I made sure to pass
over his nipples several times, which hardened by time my fingers touched
them for the third time.

"You're doing great so far, Dylan. And by the way, it feels like you have a
nice 6-pack, if you don't mind me saying so." I let my hands linger on his
abdomen, and I felt him flex his muscles there after my comment. I could
have felt him up the rest of the flight (and I REALLY wanted to slip a hand
down the front of his shorts), but it was time to continue the calculated
molestation of the young lad, and I removed my hands from under his shirt.

"Now I will check your head and hair." This was fairly easy to do, as I had
about six inches of height on the boy. I wasn't really sure what I was
checking for, but of course I just wanted an excuse to run my hands through
his fine hair. It was extremely soft, and I badly wanted to nuzzle my mouth
into it. Maybe later.

"We will move on to your shoes and feet at this point. You can sit back
down for this. Please untie your shoes."

After Dylan was finished untying, I slipped off each of his sneakers and
inspected them closely as if I were looking for hidden contraband. I really
wanted to smell them but didn't want to freak him out too much. I made sure
to bring the shoes pretty close to my face as I checked them, and I was
able to get a few good whiffs of his scent.

"Please remove your socks, Dylan. We're about halfway done now." When Dylan
revealed his bare feet, I had a strong urge to stick his toes in my
mouth. I reached down, took his left foot in my hand, and rested it on my
thigh. I probed each part of his foot and then did the same with the other
one.

With Dylan still sitting and facing me, I ran my hands up the lower half of
his legs, feeling the soft and light dusting of hairs he had in the early
stages of his adolescence. I made it up to his knees and went back down
again.

"Next I will need to examine the waistband of your shorts. Please stand
back up. You can stay facing me for now." After Dylan stood up, I used the
fingers on both of my hands to grab a hold of the waistband of his athletic
shorts. I worked my way around to one side and then the other. In pulling
it slightly away from his body, I was able to see that he was wearing
traditional boxer shorts. Perfect. That would give me easier access to the
prized area if I went up through the bottom of his shorts. I reached around
to the back waistband of his shorts. While I did so, I intentionally let my
elbow come in contact with his groin. He wasn't fully hard, but I
definitely felt his teenboy tube. I allowed my elbow to rub against it for
a second, before somehow finding the willpower to break contact.

Dylan let out the quietest little whimper. I probably wouldn't have even
heard it had we not been in such close quarters.

"Finally, young man, we come to the last part of your screening. I will be
checking your upper legs and then your groin area. I will warn you that it
is common for boys your age to get an erection during this part. Don't
worry about that; it's completely natural. Don't try to hold back, you can
let it happen. I don't mind, because I've seen everything." No one could
hear us talking over the sounds of the nearby engine, but I switched now to
a whisper and added, "Once there was a kid who actually ejaculated during a
search." I paused and watched Dylan's face as he swallowed. He then put his
hand in his pocket to adjust himself. I'm sure he was trying to hide that
from me, but of course I knew exactly what he was doing.

"Just to be clear, I will be touching your private parts. And you do have
the choice to leave your shorts on or take them off."

"I'll...leave them on."

"Okay," I said cheerfully. "How about you turn back away from me again?"
Dylan did a 180. I knelt down on the bathroom floor. My face was inches
from his cute fabric-covered backside. I placed my hands on the back of
Dylan's knees, and he flinched. As I moved my hands upward underneath the
back of his shorts, I could feel his smooth, soft legs. I kept going up
underneath his boxers until my hands rested on his butt cheeks. I pulled
them apart slightly. God, how I wanted to see in there right now.

"I'm sorry, Dylan, but we will now need to remove your shorts and
underwear. Because of the clenching of your buttocks, it is protocol for me
to do an anal search for contraband."

"But, I don't have..."

"I apologize again, young man, but my hands are tied." I took the liberty
of pulling down his shorts and underwear in one motion. Holy shit, his
13-year-old ass was exquisite. Two identical mounds of creamy flesh that I
desperately wanted to nibble on. Sadly, I couldn't see around to his front
side in our tight space, but I would make sure to spin him around before we
were done. "Why don't you step out of these so that they don't get dirty on
the floor?" He lifted one foot and then the other, and I put his clothes on
the small countertop. Now he was just wearing his T-shirt, which was long
enough that it covered part of his butt. "Your T-shirt is in the way of the
examination now, Dylan. Let's get that off, too, for just a minute." He
stood there completely still. I stood up and removed his shirt, as he
lifted his arms to assist. Wow, I now had this young teen completely naked
in front of me.

As I went to dig my phone out of my pocked to snap a quick photo, I noticed
a small wet spot on the front of my shorts. With Dylan facing away from me,
I quietly unzipped my own shorts, and pulled my cock out from my underwear,
so that it wouldn't continue to leak on my clothes. I gave myself a few
tugs, took my secret photo, and then knelt back down to concentrate on the
boy.

"Before I do the cavity search, I will finish my surface search on your
groin area." This time I wrapped my hands around the front of his smooth,
teen legs and slowly ran them upward. Dylan let out a second one of his
quiet, almost-imperceptible moans. My finger tips came in contact with his
balls, and his whole body shuddered, as if he had gotten a chill. I rolled
them around in my hands for a few seconds.

"Can you please spread apart your legs a little bit more for me, Dylan?" He
shuffled his feet further apart. I let my left hand drop to my side, while
I took my right hand and reached for his penis. I still couldn't see what I
was doing, but that was fine, because this positioning would allow me to
jerk my own cock simultaneously. And that's what I started doing with my
left hand, as my other hand made first contact with his teen stick. It was
100% hard, and I wrapped my hand around the shaft. It felt skinny but
relatively long for a kid that age. I could feel a little bit of hair
brushing my hand at the base of his cock. Rather than jerking it
traditionally, I pressed and fingered it from the bottom to the top as if I
were examining it. When I got to the head, I felt the wet and sticky
indication that he was leaking precum. I removed my hand temporarily to
taste. That just about sent me over the edge.

"Oops, I got some of your pre-ejaculate on my hand. But that's OK. I can
wash it off later."

"I'm sorry, I just..." He was barely above a whisper.

"Shhh. I said it's OK. You're doing wonderful."

Then my right hand returned to the front of the teen, and this time felt in
the crevice at the very top of his leg, near his balls. I let my hand drift
under and closer toward his butt. I took my left hand off of my own
erection and used it to mirror my other hand. I continued to reach in my
awkward position until I got very close to his asshole. The area was damp
with some of his sweat. I took my hands away from his body.

"I'm just going to get a little soap on my finger to make the anal cavity
search more pleasant, and then you'll be all finished before we know it."

After reaching up to the sink to soap up a few fingers, I used both hands
to spread Dylan's cheeks apart, exposing his puckered hole to me for the
first time. It was pink and hairless, and looked so delicate. "This
shouldn't hurt too bad, Dylan. You don't look like a wuss to me. You just
might feel some pressure. Who knows, maybe it'll even feel good." I
chucked.

I pressed the index finger on my left hand right up against the center of
his asshole. Slowly, I applied more and more pressure, until it slipped
in. It went pretty easily given the soap on my finger.

Dylan immediately reacted. "Yeooww. That feels really weird."

"You've never stuck one of your own fingers up there before?"

"Um, no!"

"I just need to stretch you out a little bit so that I can have a good look
inside."

"What do you think I have up my butt?"

"Honestly, I don't think you have anything, but the protocol exists usually
for small packages of drugs being smuggled."

At this point, I was wiggling around my finger to try and stretch
Dylan. Then I pulled out my index finger, and started to go back in with
both that finger as well as my middle finger. It was certainly a tighter
fit, but I managed OK.

"Ow! That feels even weirder."

"Sorry if I'm hurting you."

"It's actually not really hurting, more just a strange feeling."

I wiggled around the two fingers and could tell that he was already
starting to loosen up a bit. "I'm having trouble getting the leverage I
need to see properly. I'm just going to put one hand on your front side
again to help with that." I took my right hand, which I realized had been
absentmindedly stroking my cock, and moved it back around to Dylan's
still-hard cock. I took a hold of it as if to keep him still as I pushed a
little deeper with the two fingers into his hole. "Can you please bend over
a bit. You can lean on the toilet." After he did so, he had also moved
slightly on an angle, and I was able to get my first visual of his cock,
which was throbbing, leaking, and resting nicely in my hand. I hoped that
by bending down his head, he wasn't able to see that my shorts were open
and my cock was out, but I wasn't going to fix myself at this moment with
both my hands occupied.

After pumping my fingers and spreading them apart a few times, Dylan let
out his third moan of our encounter, this time louder.

"How you doing, buddy? I'm almost through."

"I'm fine."

"Is it OK that I hold on to your penis while I continue? It helps me out."

"Yeah, no problem."

The entire time we had been in the bathroom, the plane was bouncing a bit,
but not too bad. Right then, the plane took a slight lurch, and I used the
opportunity to act as if I lost my balance while purposely pushing a little
deeper and jerking his teen cock at the same time. Another loud moan from
the boy.

"Sorry, Dylan. The turbulence got me that time."

"No worries. I'm good."

I didn't want to go too far with the boy, because I had nothing to hold
over his head if he wanted to rat me out, but I took a chance that he was
enjoying the handling of his cock (in combination with the anal
stimulation) and that he might not mind me continuing. I decided to jerk
his cock a few more times. "Are you still OK, Dylan?"

"Yes."

At that moment I decided to press on that oh-so-special button within his
anal channel.

"Oh fuck!" he called out fairly loudly.

"Did I hurt you?" I asked in my best concerned voice. I continued to slowly
jack him off.

"No. Not at all." His voice had gotten a bit husky.

"Well, you passed all the screening. You are clear to go." I pulled my
fingers from his butt, but kept the slow massage of his cock going.

"Oh...my...god. That...feels so...good."

I let go of his cock and put my own back in my shorts, swiftly zipping back
up. I didn't want him to see that part if he turned around. Dylan let out a
sound of disappointment when I let his dick go. He stood up but remained
facing away from me.

"What feels good?" I put my hand back on his cock again. "This?"

"Uh huh."

At that point, we stopped talking. Plenty of moans coming from Dylan, as I
jerked him off. I stood up and looked over his shoulder at what I was doing
to him. I could smell his hair and his overall teen boy scent. Using my
left hand, which included two soapy butt-fingers, I massaged his chest from
behind. It felt like he was getting close. I rubbed my thumb over the head
of his cock, and he let out a yelp. Then I started pumping crazy-fast. I
wasn't gonna stop until he exploded. My other hand was roaming all over his
body. He couldn't stand up on his own anymore and was leaning back into
me. He may have even felt my hardness poking into his back.

Then, Dylan yelled out, "OH, OH, AHHHHH!!!! UGHHH!!!!!" The first shot of
the 13-year-old's cum landed on top of the closed toilet seat, and then I
leaned him back so the remaining shots would land on his own chest. Squirt
after squirt of clear cum came out of him. I lost count and was
super-impressed at the amount he could produce. I took a sample with my
left hand and tasted it. Finally he stopped cumming, and I let his dick
go. Once I was sure he could stand up on his own two feet, I let go. I
chose not to wash my hands.

"I'll let you clean up now. You're a good boy, Dylan." I left the
bathroom. Maybe I'd go back later to relieve myself, but for now I returned
to my seat.

A few minutes later, Dylan came walking by. Right when he had reached his
seat, Aden was walking up from the front of the plane and took a look at
Dylan. I could hear their brief conversation this time. "You all right,
son?"

"Yeah, I'm great!" He gave a huge smile up at Aden.

Aden continued walking toward me, and stopped again. "What happened?"

"Oh, ya know. Stuff. Come closer."

He leaned down.

"Smell my fingers," I whispered.

He did. They smelled of teen boy butt and cum. Aden's eyes went wide.

"Jealous?"

He didn't answer and just walked away.


*End of Chapter 22*


The next chapter will be the conclusion to this story of Owen and Mark.

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