Date: Thu, 15 May 2003 11:48:21 -0700
From: luvyngcks@hotmail.com
Subject: Lil Dude   Chapter 4

Legal Notice:

The following story may contain descriptions of graphic sexual acts.  These
acts may be between boys, men or between a man and a boy. Just a reminder
to all readers, this is a work of pure fiction with no basis in reality,
and is intended for reading by mature readers of the age of majority in the
governing jurisdiction of your residence.

The author, or his designee, retains copyright to this story.  There may be
no reproducing or distribution of this story without expressed written
consent.

Personal Note:

I would like to sincerely and appreciatively thank all the readers for
their comments and compliments they have taken the time to email to me. Due
to the great number received I am sorry that I can no longer respond to
them all and still have the time to write the story's continuation.  Thank
you for understanding, and I do hope you will continue to enjoy this work
of fiction.  Wishing all of you enjoyable reading, happiness, health and
kindness to all.  - D.


Lil Dude   Chapter 4

The Preparations


I've never been one of those lucky individuals that awaken wide-eyed and
alert to the morning's welcome.  This morning was no different.  My eyes
opened and it took a few moments for things to come into focus.  I looked
over to the other side of the bed and found it empty.  I noticed the sheet
had been pulled up over my chest and that the room's temperature seemed a
great deal cooler than it had the previous several mornings. "Great the
Santa Anas are over," I reveled in the thought.  I pulled back the sheet
turned my legs over the edge of the bed and stood up.  Wow, the room was
nice and cool.  "Now that's more like it," I was thrilled at the thought of
a cooler day and things starting to get back to normal.  Or were they?
"Now where could my lil guy be and what was he up to?"

Getting out of the bed, I did the obligatory scratch and then bent over and
picked up last night's boxers and tank top. I pulled the boxers up over my
morning erection; of course it found the fly opening and escaped its
temporary confinement.  I headed into the adjoining bathroom and stood in
front of the toilet, raised the lid and seat, aimed and let fire
away. Morning pisses always felt so good.  Mission completed I readjusted
things, flushed, lowered the seat and lid and moved in front of the wash
basin to wash my hands and face.  After toweling dry, I headed off to find
Jorge.

As soon as I hit the bedroom door from the hall I could smell it...freshly
brewed COFFEE!!!  Following my nose I traveled down the hallway, heard the
living room stereo on low and could hear rustling sounds and a clink and
clank of pots coming from the direction of the kitchen. I rounded the
corner of the dining room and saw Jorge in the kitchen standing there at
the stove.  He was wearing last night's bikini briefs but had added the tee
shirt also to his attire for the morning.

"Hey good morning lil dude."

"Awww, nuts!"

I laughed out loud, "Awww, nuts to you too!  Whatcha doing there buddy?"

"I wanted to surprise you, I was going to bring you breakfast in bed, but I
can't find a tray any place.  And now you're up and it's not a surprise."
His voiced sounded a little downhearted.

"Hey, I'm still surprised; I mean I am really surprised.  You've got the
coffee made, and it smells great.  And you're cooking what?  Scrambled
eggs?  I didn't even know you could cook.  You are full of wonderful
surprises."

"Thanks, but I really wanted to make it right.  I wanted to surprise you to
thank you for letting me be with you."

"You just being here is more satisfaction and joy to me than you will ever
know.  I should be thanking you for liking it here enough that you feel
good about staying here.  You are great to have around!  You don't have to
do things to thank me."  I was so impressed I almost didn't know what to
say.

"So, what's for breakfast chef?"

"I cooked bacon in the microwave; it's in the oven staying warm.  I saw
some frozen Danish in the freezer, I thawed it and it's in the oven too,
staying warm. Now I am cooking the scrambled eggs with my special secret
for you. They're almost done."

"Well, everything smells great.  What can I do?"

"Can you set the table since I can't bring it in to you now."

"I know, let's make this special, we can eat at the table on the terrace."

"Cool."

I'll get the beverages for us.  Orange juice and milk for you?"

"Yes please.  Thank you."

I poured my large mug of coffee and took a sip.  I grabbed placemats,
napkins and silverware and headed on out to the terrace.  One thing I
really liked about the floor plan of this apartment when I first checked it
out was that it had an entrance onto the terrace from the bedroom and
another from the kitchen that made for really convenient for access and
multipurpose use.

It was so nice outside this morning, the light coastal overcast making the
morning very delightful.  I set the table and went back into the kitchen.
I poured his glass of milk and the glasses of orange juice and carried them
and my coffee out to the table.  When I got back into the kitchen Jorge was
dishing up our breakfast plates like a pro.  He was smiling that moonbeam
smile from ear to ear.  Gawd this kid is great with mornings; I hope it
will rub off on me.

He handed me my plate and he carried his to the table, we set them down
then seated ourselves.

"This looks and smells great; I can't wait to taste it!"

'Thanks."  He blushed at the compliment.

I took my first bite of the eggs he'd lovingly cooked. "Wow, these
scrambled eggs are terrific!  They are THE best I have ever had!  What all
is in them?"  They were so creamy and flavorful.

"It's my secret, but if you are good I might share it with you some day."
He proudly teased.

"Man, dude, you are a good cook!  When did you learn to cook like this? How
long have you been cooking?"

"When I was a little boy in St. Pete, my mom's aunt lived next door to us
and she would take care of me when my mom and dad went to work.  She showed
me how to cook.  I've been cooking for a long time now, ever since I was a
little boy."

"Ever since you were a little boy, huh?  Well your aunt really taught you
how to cook well.  Is she still in St. Pete?"  Well he was a big boy now in
his eyes, mind and heart...and in mine.

"No, she died a couple of years ago.  I really liked her a lot. She was
like you...I felt good when I was with her."

"Don't ever forget her.  Her love lives on in you, it shows."

"I won't, I still miss her though."

"And I am sure you do.  Just know that now she lives in your heart forever
though.  And I know she is watching down over you and is very proud of you!
I'm sure of it"

"Thanks."

"After we finish breakfast we can start on your room and get it ready for
your stuff when it arrives tomorrow.  I'll get you started on it, and then
I have to fill out some paperwork for Max.  I want to have it all ready for
him when he stops by today.  Then you start thinking about something
special you would like to do this afternoon and have a couple of choices,
and then we can decide."

"Cool, thanks."

"You're welcome lil dude.  I have this week and next week off for vacation
time as the fates would have it, so we will have plenty of time to get
everything settled and a routine started before you go back to school, and
I have to go back to work.  It'll give us a lot of time together to really
get to know each other.  We can do some special things together too, for
fun.  How's that sound?"

"That sounds great.  Can teaching me to surf be one of those special
things?"

I laughed at his one track mind after seeing that surfboard yesterday.
"Oh, I think it has a priority on the list."

He lit up like a light bulb with that response.  "Gee thanks, Derrick."

"Hey, a promise is a promise.  And I did promise you.  Now let's finish
this breakfast and clean everything up and get started on your room."

"I like that."

"You like what?"

"MY room."

"Well this is your home now lil dude and I want you to always feel that way
about it.  We won't be an equal democracy here, but your voice on matters
will always be heard and considered before anything is decided on from now
on.  If things don't always go your way just know that my decision is based
on what I feel is in your best interest, because I care."

"No one has been so nice to me since my Tia Anita.  You are like her."

"Thank you, I take that as the supreme compliment of compliments, because I
can see how much you loved her and how much she must have loved you when
you were together.  You just made me feel very special.  Thank you"

"You're welcome."  He beamed another smile.

"Finished?"

"Yup."

"Let's get going then. You get the dishes and I'll get the rest."  We
cleared the table and carried everything back into the kitchen.  There
wasn't really a lot to do but basically rinse everything off and load it
into the dishwasher.  He had wiped down the stove and the counter tops
while he was cooking; his aunt had taught him very well.

"Good job buddy.  And thank you for the wonderful breakfast surprise.  I
was surprised and I am very impressed.  Thank you again.  Now let's head to
YOUR room."

"You're welcome, I'm glad you liked it.  Okay, to MY room."  He was
excited.

"This will work out great with you in this room.  It's right across the
hall from mine so if you need me for anything I can be right here.  All I
have in here are some boxes but I know they will fit into some of the other
closets in both my room and the study and the others can go into the
storage cabinet in the garage.  None of these boxes are heavy.  I'll mark
what goes where and show you where to take them and stack them and then we
can take the last ones out to the garage together.  While you are moving
the ones here n the apartment I can get started on Max's paperwork.  Sound
like a deal."

"It's a deal."

I got a marking pen from the desk in the study and started opening boxes
for inspection of contents and marking their destinations on them.  After
all were marked, I led Jorge and showed him where in the closets to stack
them.  I only hoped that I would remember everything's new locations.  I
got him started, then left him to his project.  I went back to the living
room picked up the packet of forms that Max had left on the coffee table
last night and took them into the study with me.

Sitting down at the desk, I opened the packet and saw that there was lot of
information being required but nothing that I was going to have a problem
furnishing.  It looked that the worst part of this project for me was going
to be the redundancy of filling in the same information over and over
again, only on a different form.  Bureaucracy...the same information
disseminated to ten different people to wind up all together at the desk of
one individual at the end.  But it is only filling out forms, it isn't
marching through fire, and march through fire for this kid now, I would.  I
turned on the computer to have easy access to information as I needed it
and then set in to filling out and completing the forms.

Two hours into the forms and two thirds of the way through the packet I
felt the need for a short break, and I wanted to check on Jorge.  I checked
his room first, he wasn't there.  I looked into my bedroom and he wasn't
there.  I knew he wasn't in the study because I had been in there the whole
time aware of his comings and goings with the boxes destined for that
closet.  I went back to his room and saw that several of the last boxes
destined for the garage were already missing.  I went to my bedroom, pulled
on a pair of cut-off Levis and slipped into my sandals and I headed back
through the apartment and out the front door. I walked through the complex,
noticing the neighboring apartment showed activity as I passed it.  I made
it around the corner of the garages and saw that my door was open.  As I
approached it I saw a stack of boxes on the floor next to the car and Jorge
was checking out the surfboard for an up close inspection.  His hand was
smoothing over the surface of it, almost appearing to fondle it.  He wasn't
aware of my presence yet.

"Hey there, you have been busy.  You've brought all those boxes out here
already?"

"Yea.  I could see how busy you were and I didn't want to bother you so I
just started bringing them out. Is it okay?"

"Sure it's okay, its great.  Thank you.  So what do you think of the
board?"

"It's awesome Derrick.  I really like the colors."

"Who knows maybe one of these days you will have one like it."

"Man that would be so cool.  Do you think so?"

"I think so.  Are you okay bringing the boxes out here by yourself?"

"Yup, it's easy. I just put them here because I can't reach the cabinet
over the car."

"No problem, that's fine.  I'll have to back the car out for us to get into
the cabinet when we are ready to put them all up there.  I'll let you
finish bringing the boxes out then and when you are finished just close the
door and come on back in And when I am finished with my paperwork we'll
come back out and put them all up in the cabinet.  You're doing a great job
buddy.  I'm headed back to the study now."

"Okay, later dude."  He giggled.

"Dude, huh?"  I laughed.  "Now that board is really having its affect on
you. Later lil dude.'  With that I headed back to the apartment.

As I neared the apartment I saw the hottest hunk I have seen in a long time
standing in the doorway to the new neighbors' apartment.  He was facing
inside, but damn, he looked hot from the back.  He looked about my height
and build, just a darker version of me all the way around was all.  He was
wearing a white tank top with tan cargo shorts and barefoot.  He had dark
brown curly hair, a dark olive complexion much the same as Jorge's, a nice
really bubble butt accentuated in those shorts and a lot of dark hair all
over his arms and legs.  Gawd I wished he would turn around so I could see
what the face looked like, from this view he looked like a Greek statue. I
was so tempted to go up and introduce myself right then, but I could hear
that he was in a deep discussion with someone who was inside the
apartment...probably his wife dammit.  As I got closer I could hear his
voice, a deep masculine baritone, but soft spoken.  Whatever his cologne
was, it lightly floated in the breeze this direction and the scent fit him
to a tee.
  Gawd I wanted to see what he looked like from the front, but he remained
in the same stance.  Oh well, maybe later I'll get to see the face of this
Greek god.  I can only hope he is one of the new neighbors.

I continued on to my door, opened it and entered the apartment.  I went
through the kitchen to the terrace and had a cigarette before returning to
the study to complete the forms.  While smoking I started to fantasize
about the guy I had just seen.  It was hard to pull my mind back to the
matters at hand, but I did.  I finished the cigarette, stubbed it out in
the ash tray and went back into the kitchen.  I refilled my mug of coffee
and headed for the study.

I sat down at the desk and started in where I had left off.  I could hear
Jorge opening and closing the front door now with each trip.  I guess I was
becoming more attuned to someone else's presence in the apartment now
bedsides just me.  It's funny how adaptation takes place and most times we
aren't even aware of it.

Finally, the last page of the last form.  I finish this one and then I can
go back and review each page for completion and accuracy and it will all be
ready for Max's visit. Completed and reviewed, damn, I hadn't felt writers
cramp like that in my hand and wrist since college.  But at least it was
all ready for Max and he can now get everything set for the foster care of
Jorge.  I got up from the desk, stretched and went for the hall door.  I
wanted to check on Jorge.

I could hear the sound of the TV in the living room and then I saw him
seated on the sofa glued to whatever he was watching.

He looked up at me.  "I got all the boxes in the garage."

"Okay, let's go put them in the cabinet and when we finish we can got get
some lunch."

He shut off the TV and followed me to the door.

"Wait, let me get the cell phone, I'll be right back."  I went into the
study, picked up the cell and returned to the door where he was waiting.

"By the way, lil dude; I like what you're wearing, those cargo shorts look
good on you."  He was wearing the same outfit that I had seen on the guy
next door earlier. It was almost eerie.

We locked and closed the door and as we passed the neighbor's door I
couldn't help but hope to see the hunk standing there in the door still,
but no such luck.  The door was closed now. We walked on out to the garage.

As we rounded the corner of the garages I pressed the remote.  The door
opened and I got into the car. I started the engine and backed it out of
the garage.  I parked it in the parking lane along side of the driveway and
got out.  As I entered the garage Jorge was waiting for me next to the
stack of boxes.  I went over and opened the cabinet door.

"I'm going to lift you up and you can crawl inside and then I will hand you
the boxes and you can stack them down at the far end of the cabinet so they
will be out of the way.  How's that sound to you?"

"Okay."

I lifted him up and he crawled in.  I handed him the first box and waited
for his return and then handed him the next.  We repeated this maneuver a
half dozen times and the job was finished.  I hoisted him down, closed the
door to the cabinet.  And we exited the garage.  I closed the door and we
went over to the car.

"That went fast.  Good teamwork, huh?"

"That was fast."

"What would you like for lunch?  Your choice."

"Can we go to Burger King?"

"Sure we can.  I like their burgers too.  Good choice."

We got into the car and I started the engine and off we went.  I pulled
into the BK parking lot and found a space right by the door, next to the
handicapped space.  Talk about luck, in this parking lot you are usually
lucky if you can get a space in the second row.  This place is always busy.
We went inside, waited out turn to order and gave our order to the counter
person and I paid.  I told Jorge to find us a table and I would bring the
food to it.  They placed our order on a tray and handed it to me.  I found
him and went over and set the tray on the table and then went back for
napkins and condiments that I had forgotten.  When I got back to the table
Jorge already had the orders separated as to who had ordered what.  I set
the tray on the empty table next to us.  We started to enjoy our burgers,
fries, onion rings and milkshakes.

"So, have you been thinking about what we can do special this afternoon?"

"Yup.  Go to Catalina Island, go to Disneyland, Knott's Berry Farm, or
Magic Mountain."

"Well...let's see...  I don't think we have enough of the day left for us
to really do any of those.  All of those are kind of all day events."
Before I finished what I was saying he went into another giggling fit.
Gawd how I love to hear his laughter it was the sweetest music to my soul.

"I'm just kidding you dude.  I know that.  Can we go to the beach again
today?"

"Sure.  You really like the beach too, huh?"

"I love it."

"Today let's go Huntington Beach for the afternoon since we have more time
and I have a little surprise of my own for you."

"Cool."

We drove on down Pacific Coast Highway through Seal Beach, Bolsa Chica and
arrived at Huntington Beach.  I turned off of PCH onto a side street and
parked the car.  We got out and I told Jorge to follow me.

"Where are we going?"

"You'll see soon enough.  Just follow me, okay?"

We arrived at the destination. Jorge read the lettering on the sign and
nearly freaked out he was so excited. 'International Surf Museum'.

We walked through the door and he was overwhelmed.

"Are you happy with your surprise?"

"Oh, this is so awesome...thank you!"

He gave me one of his famous big hugs and we started looking at the
exhibits.  He was enthralled with everything.  He had question after
question, I answered all of the ones I could, the rest we tried to find
answers to there.  He took in everything.  I think he was memorizing every
exhibit in there.  Anyone else would have made it through the entire museum
in probably an hour or so and taken most of it in.  We were in there a good
two plus hours.  When we got to the last exhibit I told him there was one
more part to the surprise.  We left the building, as he followed me he was
talking nonstop about all we saw.  I had not seen this hyper side to him
before.  He was so wound up that I thought the next surprise would be just
the ticket to calm him down and bring him back down to earth.

We walked into a beach rental shop.  They had surf boards, surf riders,
boogie boards, rollerblades, bicycles and mopeds all for rent on an hourly
or day rate basis.

"Have you ever rollerbladed lil dude?"

"Yup, all the time in St. Pete.  My friend Jimmy and I used to all the
time.  I have a pair in my room at home.  I mean at my mom and dad's
house."

"You want to rollerblade for a while along the boardwalk now?"

"Yea, I'd like that."

The clerk found us a couple of pairs our sizes, I paid for several hours
and we left for the boardwalk.  Arriving at the boardwalk we leaned against
the railing that was there and put on the blades.  We started off at a
comfortable pace, careful of the pedestrians and bicyclists and other
bladers.  I looked down and over to him and saw that familiar smile across
that cute face.  It looked like he loved this.  We bladed all the way up to
the far north end of the boardwalk and turned around and started our
return.  We bladed up to a push cart vendor who was selling Hawaiian shaved
ices.

"Want one?  They look good."

"Sure."

He chose a lime flavored ice and I chose a watermelon flavored ice.

"These are good.  I never had one of the before.  They are better than
snowcones."

"They are, the flavors seem to be much stronger than snowcones."

We continued on down the boardwalk. I could see Jorge checking out the good
looking guys and I have to admit, I was too.  And there were a lot of them.
We continued blading south of the pier and then I saw him.

It was the same guy I saw standing in the neighbor's doorway this morning.
I knew it had to be him.  This time I was seeing the front side of the
Greek god.  Damn, he is perfect his facial features so sculpted and
striking. He was blading with a young towheaded boy who had beautiful
smooth features, he looked to be about eight or nine years old. The boy was
wearing cut off jeans and a blue tank top, same as I was wearing and Mr.
Adonis was dressed just as Jorge.  "Was this the Twilight Zone or what I
wondered to myself?"

As we got much closer I looked into his eyes and he caught my glance and
returned it with a nod and a wide smile.  I returned the nod and smile back
to him and we passed on our ways.  It was the same fragrance of cologne I
smelled earlier in the day at the apartments that followed him now in the
air.  His smile left me with such a rush, I felt like it was fantasy come
to life.  I wish I could have continued the fantasy but Jorge's voice
brought me back to the moment.

"Can we head back now, I'm getting tired?"

"Sure we can.  Can you make it back to where we started?"

"I think so."

"Okay, let's go."

We arrived back at our starting point.  No more sightings of my fantasy
man, dammit.  We took off the blades and returned them to the rental store,
then walked on back to the car.  We got in the car and started our return
trip back north on PCH to home.

Pulling into the garage his eyes were glued to the surfboard again.  We got
out of the car, exited the garage and started toward the apartment.  He had
been quiet the whole drive home.  As I opened the front door and he went in
I asked him.  "Are you okay?  You've been so quiet."

"I'm okay.  I'm just tired."

"Me too.  Let's grab a little nap, then we'll think about dinner."

He sat down on the sofa and I told him to go ahead and stretch out and grab
a few zzzz's.  He kicked off his tennis shoes and lay down, I saw his head
hit the pillow and I went outside to the terrace and stretched out on a
chaise.  I was soon dozing off into slumberland.

I woke up to someone gently massaging my shoulder.  I opened my eyes and
when I looked up there stood Max.

"Hello sleepyhead.  Looks like fatherhood is already taking its toll."

"Hi Max.  He keeps me going that is for sure, but what pleasure I am
having, spending all this time with him.  I guess I did kind of crap out
when we got home."

"Don't feel bad.  Your son was so sound asleep I was knocking on the door
ten minutes before he heard me.  He let me in and told me where he thought
you were then went back to lie down again.  What did you guys do today?"

"We both had a big day; he got his room ready, moving all the boxes I had
stored in there.  I finished your foster parent forms packet, and then we
had lunch.  I drove him down to Huntington Beach and we visited the
International Surf Museum, then rollerbladed for a couple of hours. Then we
came on back home and both crashed."

"How are things going with you two overall?

"Good, they really are.  Last night was rough for a moment.  He was upset
by the day's events subconsciously and about two thirty a.m. he had a
really bad nightmare. When we went to bed he asked if he could sleep in bed
with me and I thought after all he had been through and to provide a sense
of security for him it wouldn't hurt just one night so I told him he could.
His hollering from the nightmare woke me up and I was able to settle him
down and eventually he dropped off back to sleep."

"What was his nightmare, did he say?"

"Yes, he was afraid I was leaving him.  He kept asking over and over for me
not to leave him. Only after reassuring him over and over did he calm down
and relax enough to go back to sleep.  This morning he was up before me and
he was going to surprise me with breakfast in bed.  Can you believe that?
He had everything cooked; coffee was brewed, the whole nine yards."

"Sounds like you're handling his fragility well there buddy.  Good approach
with desired results.  So, how was the breakfast?  What did he fix you?"

"It was terrific, the best scrambled eggs I have ever eaten in my life,
Danish, bacon, juice, milk for him coffee for me and he did it all.  He
told me how he learned to cook from his mother's aunt in St. Petersburg.
Seems she lived next door to them and took care of him while the parents
were at work and he evidently worshipped her.  He misses her a lot; she
died a couple of years ago.  He said he felt good with me like he did when
he was with her.  Max, I think she has been the only one in his young life
to really love him and accept his love in return."

"I am glad things are working out for you guys so far so well, but keep in
mind there are going to be some difficult times ahead during the
adjustment, for both of you, and that he will be in a fairly fragile state
emotionally for a quite while.  There are going to be times where you two
will get on each other's nerves, but just work through it with patience and
you both will do fine.  If you need help along the way do not hesitate to
call me, that is what I am here for."

"Thanks, I do appreciate that.  Not to change the subject, but what time is
it?"

"It's a little after seven is all.  Why?"

"What time do you get home usually to be with your family? You should be
there now, not here."

"Dare, my schedule has been like this for so many years that we are all
used to it.  Don't worry; I am just doing my job, the best part about it
this time is that I get to use my time to help out a great kid and one of
my dearest friends. That makes it all worthwhile for me."  He kicked my
foot, and smiled his good ol Max smile...that smile that I have grown to
deeply treasure over all these many years now.  Tears started to roll down
my cheeks; I loved this dear friend so much.

"Hey what are those all about?"  He kidded me.

"I love you buddy, that's all."  My voice broke as the words were being
spoken.

He got up from the chaise he was seated on and came over knelt down next to
mine and gave me a hug.  "Ah, I know you do, and you know I love you too
Dare.  We've seen each other through too much over the years to not feel
such a strong bond with each other.  You are like my brother to me, one
that I never had family-wise.  Okay, you stud, before things get too
maudlin here, let's get back to business."

He got back up, I took his hand and just held it for a long moment and I
thanked him again.  I released his hand and got up from my chaise and
stretched.

"I should go in and check on my little one.  You know what Max?  That feels
so good to say and to mean."

"Believe me after having a house full of my own I do know what you mean.
It is a special warm feeling."

Max followed me into the kitchen and into the living room; we both admired
the sleeping angel on the sofa.

I walked over, bent down and planted a light kiss on his forehead.  He
stirred a little and woke up.  There was that smile again.

"You were as tired as me it looks like."

"I wasn't sleeping; I just had my eyes closed was all."  He giggled.

"Umm hmm, sure you did."  I laughed and Max joined in.

Jorge rubbed his eyes and sat up.  "Wow, it's dark outside now, what time
is it?"

"Almost eight o'clock.  You hungry?"

"Kinda, but not real hungry."

"Max have you eaten dinner yet?"

"No, I'm going to pick up something on the way home.  Mary has taken all
the kids with her to some school PTA program tonight and they won't be home
until nine thirty or ten she said."

"I'm going to fix some sandwiches and soup, why don't you stay and join us
for a light dinner?"

"Sounds good, you don't have to bend my arm.  Anything I can do to help?"

"Not a thing, just relax and I'll get it all together.  How's chicken salad
sandwiches and cream of mushroom soup sound to everybody?  I think I can
get those done pretty quickly."

"I don't know about Jorge, but it sounds good to me."  Max answered.

"Yea, that sounds good to me too." Jorge chimed in.

"It'll be ready in ten minutes.  Chardonnay good with you Max?"

"Always.  Let me get that."  He got up and came into the kitchen, opened
the refrigerator door and pulled out a bottle.  He went over to the kitchen
utensil drawer and pulled out an opener and proceeded to open the bottle.
Putting the cork down on the counter he got two glasses from the cabinet
above the counter and filled them both.

I opened two cans of cream of mushroom soup, emptied them into a covered
casserole dish added some milk and stirred, put the lid on it and placed it
into the microwave.  Then I went to the refrigerator and pulled out the
container of chicken salad I made this last weekend, a head of lettuce, a
tomato and the jar of mayonnaise.  I reached up in one of the cabinets and
brought down a loaf of stone ground whole wheat bread and started making
the sandwiches.

Jorge came into the kitchen and said he would set the table.  I thanked
him.
  He asked if we could eat on the terrace again and I said sure.  He pulled
every thing out of drawers and cabinets that he needed and carried them all
to the terrace and started setting the table.

"What do you want to drink lil dude?"

"Milk please."

Max looked at me and smiled, he picked up one of the glasses of wine and
handed it to me.  He picked up his and brought it forward for a toast. I
clinked my glass to his and he said, "Here's to fatherhood.  And your great
new son."

That was a toast I was proud to join in on and smiled back at him.

"Thanks Max."

"Believe me, my pleasure Dare."

I finished with the sandwiches and put them all on a platter.  The soup was
finished and I grabbed some pot holders to remove it from the microwave.  I
removed the lid and placed a ladle in it, gave it a stir and set it aside.
Max poured the glass of milk for Jorge.  Everyone grabbed an item or two
and carried them all to the table.  With everything there and ready we all
sat down and started helping ourselves.  The food was gone in no time.  I
asked if anyone wanted more and the both said no.

"Well, I guess no one has room for the lemon meringue pie that I have in
the kitchen then, huh?"

"Speak for yourself buddy, I want some and I'll take Jorge's slice too."
Max kidded.

"Unh unh," Jorge was real quick to get in there, "No you won't, I want my
slice too."  He giggled.

They cleared the dinner dishes off the table while I sliced and plated the
pie, and carried the plates out and placed them down at our settings.  We
all sat down again and shared some light hearted kidding, laughing and
joking.  We were all having a great time.  Next thing I knew Max said he
had to get going to see his brood.  Jorge and I stood up when he did and
walked with him to the door.  I went to the study and got the forms packet
and brought it back and handed it to Max.  He thanked us for a great
evening and dinner and we thanked him for his visit and all his help.  We
both gave him a hug and he turned and to leave for his car.

"You guys are gonna spoil me with all these hugs, but I love them.  Don't
stop."  He winked back over his shoulder to us.

"G'night Max, drive careful."

"Night guys." And with that he was gone.

We closed and locked the door. Jorge went back out on the terrace to gather
the remaining plates and glasses to bring into the kitchen.  While I was
rinsing all the dishes and loading the dishwasher I told Jorge to go ahead
and get his shower out of the way. He said okay and left the kitchen to go
shower.  I turned on the dishwasher and went into the study.  The cell
phone rang.

"Hello...Hi Max...sure okay...great...okay...thanks and goodnight buddy."

Jorge walked into the study with a towel wrapped around him.  "Who was
that?"

"It was Max, he forgot to tell us that the guys will bring all your things
by tomorrow morning around ten o'clock."

"Cool."

"I'm going to take my shower now and when I finish we can both hit the
sack, okay?"

"Okay. Can I sleep with you again tonight?"

"Okay, tonight you can, but tomorrow night you sleep in your own bed in
your own room okay?"

"Okay."

I headed into the bathroom and jumped in the shower.  The warm water felt
good and was very relaxing, I felt as though I could drop off to sleep
standing right there under the soothing stream of water.  I finished
washing and rinsing then I shut off the water, stepped out and dried myself
well with the towel and rehung it to dry.  I picked up my clothes and
carried them into the bedroom.  Jorge was already in bed, but still awake.
I dropped my clothes into the hamper and then went over and turned off the
light.  I crawled into bed and pulled up the sheet over me.  He scooted
over right next to me and I put my arm over him.  I felt so full of love
for this little guy.

"Good night lil dude, sweet dreams, I love you."

He turned over to face me and said, "I love you too Derrick."  He gave me a
kiss and I gave him one back. I brought him close to me in an embrace and
just held him there tightly until we both dropped off to sleep.

I awoke to see it was now morning, things focused quickly for me this
morning.  I saw that we were still in the same position that we had been I
when falling asleep. I could feel his warm breath on my chest as he
exhaled.  He had that sweet boy smell about him.  The warmth of his body
and naked skin against mine was almost a communion of our beings. I
untangled myself from the embrace gently so not to wake him, got out of bed
and walked into the bathroom.

I relieved the pressure on my bladder and my cock softened and relaxed.  I
reached into the shower and turned the water on.  Stepping into the shower
I washed, rinsed, shaved and rinsed again.  Turning off the water, I
toweled myself dry and stepped out.  I went through the bedroom over to the
dresser and took out a pair of boxers and a tank top.  Slipping them both
on I left the bedroom and went to the kitchen to brew some coffee.  While
it was brewing I went to the hall utility closet and brought the vacuum
cleaner out and took it into Jorge's room. I opened the window to air the
room out.  And then I went back to the kitchen.

I poured myself a bowl of whole grain cereal and topped it with some sliced
banana and fresh strawberries and poured a little milk over it.  After
pouring a mug of coffee I set it and the cereal down on the table.  I went
to the front door opened it, retrieved the morning paper and went back to
the kitchen table.  I sat down, opened the paper and started to read while
eating my cereal and drinking my coffee.

I was involved reading a local news story when a pair of small brown arms
came around from behind me and hugged me tight and a soft kiss was planted
on my cheek.

"Good morning dude."  That cheerful cherub voice spoke.

"Morning lil dude."  I turned and gave him a kiss on his forehead.  "You
want some cereal?  I'll get you some."

"I can get it thanks."  He went over and prepared his bowl the same as mine
and poured himself a glass of orange juice.  He brought them over and set
them on the table across from me and sat down.

I put the paper aside and smiled over to him.  "Well, today is going to be
the big day.  Your stuff will be here in a little while and we'll get your
room all set up and then go out and buy whatever else you might need.  I
have the vacuum cleaner in the room already so I can get the carpet cleaned
before your furniture gets here."

"Cool."  He appeared to have a controlled excitement about him.

I was excited myself.  With his belongings here for him he would finally be
at home.  Hopefully it would bring more security to him... he was wanted
here and belonged here.  This would be home to him.  And, that I would be
here with him and never leave him.

We finished our breakfasts and cleared the table. I told him to go get his
shower out of the way and that I was going to go vacuum his room.  He took
off and I went in and started vacuuming the carpet.  I was just finished
when he appeared in the doorway smiling, naked as a jaybird.  I loved
seeing his beautiful lil brown body; there were no real words that could
come even close to describing the beauty of it.  His little cock was
sticking straight out from his smooth crotch.

"Looks like you have a pretty stiff one going there lil dude.  What's up?"

"I was just playing with it a little, it felt good."  The sexual openness
of this kid never ceased to amaze me.

"Cool.  Well go get dressed the guys will be here with your things real
soon.  And we don't want them seeing that little beauty of yours in that
condition, okay?"

"Why not, especially if they are hot looking?'  He teased giggling that
sweet giggle of his.

"Go on; go get some clothes on you lil horn dog."  I chided back to him.  I
could see that I was going to have to keep my eye on him in more ways than
one.  He was going to be more than a handful.

I put the vacuum away in the utility closet and went for my coffee mug.
Refilling it, I stepped out onto the terrace and lit up a cigarette.  I
could hear sounds of smooth jazz coming from the neighbors' apartment
again.  They were probably in the midst of unpacking and arranging
everything and settling in.  Tomorrow I would make it a point to go over
and introduce myself to them and hopefully the Greek god would be one of
them.  Jorge appeared at my side tugging on my tank top.

"Yea, what's up lil dude?"

"I was wondering was all, can you have pets in these apartments?"

"Yea, they allow small house pets.  Cats and small dogs under a certain
weight are allowed.  Why?"

"I was just wondering is all."

"Wondering what?"

"Well maybe, do you think maybe sometime we could get a little dog?"

"I think that could be a possibility.  But you would have to take care of
him if we did.  Feeding and watering him, taking him out for walks,
grooming him and scooping up his poop would all be your chores if we did."

"Okay."

There was a rapping on the front door.  Jorge ran to open the door.  As I
got there I saw two young guys talking to Jorge.

"Derrick, they said Max sent them here."

"Hi, Mr. Collins?  Max Winters told us to deliver some stuff to you. We
have it out in the van now. I'm Jake and this is Dustin."

"Yes, great.  I'll show you where it all goes. Nice to meet you guys, I'm
Derrick and this is Jorge."  I led them down the hall and into Jorge's
room.

"We'll go back to the van and start bringing it all in.  Jake, the cuter of
the two did all the talking.

"Thanks, do you need us to give you a hand?"

"Naw, we can get it, but thanks."

"Okay, we'll stay out of your way then."  I pulled Jorge away from the door
with me and I went back out onto the terrace.  I stubbed out my cigarette
and Jorge followed me back into the living room.  We sat down on the sofa
and he reached for the TV remote and clicked the TV on.  The guys started
bringing in the furniture first.  First were all the parts to the bed,
followed by the mattress and box springs, then followed by a dresser, two
night stands, a desk, a computer, lamps, a TV monitor, a couple of small
book cases, clothing, a bicycle and then several boxes. And I do mean
several.  They made quick time of bringing it all in.

"That's the last of it sir."  Jake advised us.  "If you'll just show us
where you want the bed set up we'll take care of that for you; and put the
furniture into place if you'll just show us where you want it."

"Wow, great thanks.  I never expected all of this."

"Mr. Winters said for us to help you set it all up."

"Terrific. Okay Jorge will tell us where he wants things.  Come on kiddo."
We both got up from the sofa and were followed down the hall into the room
by these two young sweaty muscled studs.

"Okay lil dude, show them where you want everything."

Jorge was a natural at giving directions and before you knew it the room
came all together and looked pretty good. His furniture placement was
great.  I could see that he watching their every move and not just out of
concern for the work being done.  It looked like he was attracted to both
of them.  I could see the tent in his shorts and I was sure they both could
also.  With everything set up and in place we looked at what was before us
to be unpacked yet and put away.

"Would you guys like something cool to drink?  You've done a great job
here."

"Thanks that would be great" Replied Jake.

"Yes, thank you sir that would be great."  Answered Dustin, the one who had
remained silent up to now.  He had a cute shyness about him.

They followed us into the kitchen and I opened the refrigerator door.  I
offered them several selections and they both decided on a can of Coke
each, since as Dustin had put it, they were still on the clock and couldn't
have a beer. Jake was standing with his arms hanging from his sides and I
saw Jorge brush by Jake's hand with his erection making contact with the
hand, and Jake looking down at it and smiling.

Jake asked if he could use the bathroom.  I told him sure.

"I'll show him where it is."  Jorge was too quick to add.

And off they went.

"That's a cute kid you have there sir."

"Thanks, he is.  He is also too horny for his age."  I laughed.

"He better be careful in there then cause Jake likes them young."

"Oh I am sure Jorge will be able to take care of himself.  I smiled back to
him.  "And how do you like them?"

"I like them about your age sir."  He blushed.

"Really?"  With that I walked over and stood next to him.

He reached down and put his hand through the fly of my boxers and explored
everything with his fingers before settling on a firm grip around the shaft
of my cock.  His soft touch and gentle massage got me rock hard.

"Mmmm, that feels really good."  I was going to shoot in his hand real
quick if he kept it up for long.  I reached down with my hand and slid it
down the front of his cargo shorts between the fabric of his underwear and
his skin.  I felt the really soft pubic hairs and went further. I fondled
his cock and his balls.  Dustin was hung really well.  I followed his lead
and wrapped my fingers around the shaft of his cock and started to jack him
off slowly.  He leaned his head over and brought his lips to mine.  His
tongue quickly met mine and we locked in a deep passionate kiss our tongues
exploring every moist recess of the other's mouth.  I shot my full load
into his hand, spurt after glorious spurt and he just held on to it as it
kept squirting my cum. I felt his grip clinch tighter on my cock and his
cock started jerking as he came in my hand.

"Wow."  I breathed out.  I pulled my hand from his shorts and brought it to
my mouth where I licked off, savored the taste and swallowed the remnants
of his cum.  His cum was salty with a sweetness to it, not strong but some
of the tastiest I had ever had the pleasure of tasting.

"Yea, that was great sir." Was his breathless reply.  He brought his hand
from my boxers to his mouth and tasted my cum.  "Mmmm, you taste good sir."

"Thanks, so do you."

We readjusted ourselves just as Jorge and Jake reappeared from their visit
to the bathroom.  They both had broad smiles on their faces.

"We have to get back to the office and take care of a few more pick ups and
deliveries."  Jake said.

"Guys, Jorge and I cannot thank you enough for all your help this morning.
You did a great job.  I will be sure to let Max know how helpful you both
have been.  I wish there was some way more that we could show our
appreciation."

"It's been our pleasure to help you sir."  My quiet one, Dustin, now spoke
up.  "Maybe sometime we could come over for a swim in that great pool out
there.  Our apartments where Jake and I live don't have pools."

"Sure you are welcome anytime.  As a matter of fact if you guys don't have
plans after work this evening, why don't you come on over and we can
Barbeque some steaks and you can go for a swim then.
  It would just be our small way of saying thanks."

"Wow, you mean that Mr. Collins?  That would be great; we don't get steak
too often on our budgets.  That would be so great!"  Jake was enthusiastic
about the idea.

"Okay, then we'll see you when you get off work this evening.  And please,
drop the sir and Mr. Collins, it's Derrick, okay?"

"Okay Derrick, we will see you this evening, thanks man."  Dustin smiled
right at me as they turned and left.

"That is so cool Derrick, I'm glad they are coming back I really like
them."
  Jorge was almost bubbling over with joy.

"Yea, I could see how much you liked them." I laughed back to him.

I could not believe I just did what I did with Dustin.  I hadn't had casual
sex with a stranger in years, and now I had invited him and his friend back
tonight for maybe more.  Jorge's hornieness was rubbing off onto me it
looked like.  I wondered what Jake and Jorge had done on their visit to the
bathroom.  I would find a way to ask him later.

"Let's go finish up your room now."

We went back to his room and started unpacking the boxes, putting clothes
in the drawers, putting the games and books on the book cases.  I set up
his computer on his desk. I could not believe what all this kid had.  And I
could not believe his parents sent all of this stuff with him.  Either they
really didn't want any reminder of him at all or they were feeling some
remorse about their decision and were trying to ease their consciences by
doing it.  It looked like they thought materialistic items that they had
given to Jorge were supposed to replace the love they were unable to give
him.  Whatever, it looked like he was well set with all of his belongings
and it all added more comfort to him having all his familiar possessions
with him.  I was hanging his clothing in the closet and he was arranging
his knick knacks where he wanted them to put on the finishing touches. When
we finished it looked like this room had been this way forever.  It was
more than comfortable, it was Jorge.

I pulled on a pair of shorts, slipped on my sandals, grabbed my wallet and
told Jorge we needed to go to the market to buy the food for tonight's
dinner party.  When we got to the market I shared with Jorge that I wanted
to keep tonight's menu simple, maybe just a green salad, steaks, baked
potato, corn on the cob, some garlic cheese bread and some ice cream for
dessert.  He said all of that sounded good to him and he thought they would
like it.  I had to remember to buy some more beer to have on hand since I
now knew they like it.  We filled the shopping cart and then checked out,
loaded it into the car and headed home and put all the food away for later
preparation.

Jorge made us some egg salad sandwiches to go along with some corn chips he
found in the cupboard for lunch.  After we finished lunch he went to his
room to play some games on his computer and I went out on the terrace and
made some phone calls, mostly to family and friends to let them all know
what had transpired here the last couple of days and to hear everyone's
reactions.  They were all positive much to my surprise.  I honestly
expected some criticism from several over wanting to raise a child as a
single parent and how it would disrupt my personal life or be unfair to
him.  I received congratulations, offers of help if needed, and invitations
so they could all meet the addition to my family.  Wow, I was really a
member of a family again.  And I was determined this family would survive
and succeed, and know lots of love.

Sometime after the last call my head hit the back of the chaise and I
dropped off into a nap.  I woke up after a short time and went in and
checked on Jorge.  He had stretched out across his bed and was lightly
snoring.  I think all the activity and emotions over the preceding days
were catching up with us both.

I went into the kitchen and started on preparations for this evening's
meals.  I pulled out the steaks and started them marinating, washed the
potatoes, washed the salad ingredients, shucked the ears of corn, put the
garlic butter and cheese on the sourdough bread.  And that was about as far
as I could go until the guys arrived.

I went in and wakened Jorge and told him the guys would be here pretty soon
and we needed to get ready for them.  He went into the main bathroom and
cleaned up and I went into mine off of my bedroom and did the same.  We got
things ready on the terrace and were still setting things up when there was
a knock at the door.  Jorge ran to open the door and there stood Dustin and
Jake.  He asked them in.

They were both carrying rolled up towels and swim trunks; and Jake had a
watermelon tucked under one arm.

"Hey guys, how was your day?  Glad to see you."  I welcomed them to our
home.

"It was kind of slow after we left here, not a lot going on."  Jake
replied.

"Yea, we couldn't wait to get home to get our swim gear to come over here."
Dustin added.

Looking over at Jake I asked him what it was he had under his arm there.

"Oh it's just a watermelon; I thought it might go well with the barbeque
tonight.  Don't worry there are no puncture holes in it."  He laughed

I guess he could read the questioning in my eyes over his last comment.

"We usually inject them with vodka for ourselves and friends, but this one
is pure watermelon and nothing else because of Jorge here."

"Thanks Jake, that is really thoughtful of you guys on both counts."  I
gratefully responded.  "Bring it into the kitchen and I'll put it in the
refrigerator to chill."

They both walked into the kitchen followed closely by Jorge.

"Can I get you guys a beer?"

"Sure.  Thanks."  Jake was quick to answer.

"You bet, that sounds real good, thanks."  Dustin replied.

"Yea, I'd like one, thanks."  Jorge piped up.

"I don't think so for you squirt, you have to settle for a soda."  I
mimicked a frown at Jorge.

"Kid's got balls." Jake Laughed.  We all joined in.

I took the watermelon from Jake and put it into the refrigerator and pulled
out three cans of beer and a can of soda for Jorge.  I handed them all
their beverages and accepted their thanks.

Let's go on out on the terrace, there's a little more room out there.  Make
yourselves comfortable.  Whenever you want to change into your swim trunks
you can right through that door over there."  I pointed out my bedroom
door.

Everyone found a seat and settled in for comfort.  Conversation started off
quite comfortably, sharing the day's activities, a little bit about
ourselves; and by the end of the first beer we were all very comfortable
with one another.  We all agreed we were ready for a swim.  They both went
into my bedroom to change and Jorge went to his to change. I'd wait until
they were finished then change into mine.

Dustin was the first to return to the terrace.  He had on a brilliant blue
pair of speedos.  What a body and what a bulge.  He was really hung.  I
stared and meant to be obvious about it.  I looked up at his face and wiped
my tongue across my lower lip.  He smiled then took both hands and pulled
the front of the speedos down so I could see it all. This kid was as hung
as a horse.  It had to have been at least eight inches soft and really
thick, cut with a large head and a great pair of large balls in a really
low hanging hairless sack.  He pulled the top of the speedos back up
quickly as I started drooling from my mouth and cock.  I walked over and
kissed him on the mouth and he returned it tongue and all as I reached down
and gently massaged his basket.

I licked his earlobe and took it between my lips and then I whispered, "I
want that beauty down my throat."

He replied back with a, "Mmmm, and I want yours up my ass."

I walked into the bedroom and saw Jake's towel, suit and the rest of his
clothes on the bed but didn't see him.  I went to the dresser, opened a
lower drawer and pulled out my pair of surfer baggies.
  I pulled off my clothes and tossed them onto the bed and started to pull
on my trunks when Jake walked into the room from the bathroom and he was
completely naked.

I was paralyzed with shock seeing his beautiful equipment.  It was cut and
about four inches soft but was about as thick around as it was long and his
bull sized balls were in a tight sack right up underneath hugging to it. He
saw me looking and reached down and gave it several tugs for my viewing
pleasure.  He walked over took my cock in his hand and started to slowly
jack it.  I caressed his with my fingers and felt it start to lengthen and
widen more as it hardened. We just stared mystically into each other's
eyes.  Just then in walked Jorge, seeing what was happening without a word
he just walked over and took both of our cocks into his hands.  Dustin
looked in the door to see what was keeping us, then came in and joined us;
he pulled his speedos down his thighs and then reached over and pulled
Jorge's speedos down his thighs.  I grabbed both of their cocks, one in
each hand and started to gently jack them off.

Then as they say, 'out of the mouths of babes', "I thought we were going
swimming."  Jorge chirped.

We all laughed and I said, "Yea, we are."

We all pulled apart and finished getting our suits on readjusted ourselves,
grabbed our towels and went back through the terrace and into the kitchen.
I pulled some more beers and a soda out of the refrigerator and handed them
out.  We then left for the pool.

To be continued...


If you liked my story or have any remarks, please email me at
luvyngcks@hotmail.com.     Thanks, D.