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The author “Chance” is me, “Larkin” This is an effort to re-compose my old roster into a new roster comprised old and new works, re-written and done with more careful editing. (omitting junk) I hope you will understand.

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The Playland Arcade

Part 4

by Chance. all rights reserved

It was the beginning of October and the first cold winds began to blow.

"You were suppose to get me a key to this fuckin apartment!"

Joey said, "I know, I keep forgetting."

He opened the front door and Peter followed him up stairs to Jeanie's apartment. They sat together on the daybed and Peter fiddled with the warbling answer machine.

"This fuckin thing is on its last leg."

Message 1: "Hi honey and Peter if you're there. Things are ok here. Of course the job isn't all it was cracked-up to be but things never are. I miss you and wish I could see you soon. believe it or not, I even miss New York. I never thought I'd say something like that. Bye honey, I'll try to call around 5 your time and maybe you'll be there."

Joey blurted out, "That's an old one!"

Peter looked at the boy and said, "Well if that's the last one. How fuckin long ago did you get it?"

He thought for a second. "I don't know, I can't remember ."

Peter pulled out the frayed and folded business card that Jeanie had given him before she had left. He looked at it. "The Inferno"

Peter picked up the phone and punched out the number. "Hello, we don't open until afternoon. Call back then!"

Peter quickly said, "Hey, I'm looking for a girl that works there, do you know Jeanie Ryder?"

The voice on the other end was gruff and impatient. "How long ago? This place just changed hands."

Peter went on. "Isn't this the Inferno?"

"Not no more, we threw that pack of thieves out of here, this is the Boudoir."

Peter was beginning to worry. "You mean you don't know anybody named Jeanie Ryder? Do you have a number where I can reach the old owners?"

"We threw the fuckin whores out too, we run a classy place now... And no, I don't have any number for the crooks that used to run this place, GOOD-BYE!"

It was followed by a sudden click.

Peter sat on the bed trying to figure out what to do. "Joey, we haven't heard from your Mom for over two months."

The boy stared down at the floor and softly said, "I know."

The two went cross-town to Union Square to buy Joey some warmer clothes. The clothes there were cheap but adequate. The fronts of the stores were open to the street and racks and bins intruded out onto the sidewalk. Peter eyed the Puerto Rican kid that sat at the top of a tall step ladder out on the sidewalk. He was stationed there to watch the passing crowds for shoplifters.

Peter pointed him out to Joey and said, "He could be a lot of fun. I bet he's got a bigger dick than mine and he sure looks like he knows how to use it."

Peter was good at reading people. The two walked through the bargain bins. He picked up a plastic packet of child sized socks and tossed them to Joey, then a package of underpants.

He held up several pairs of pants. "I don't fuckin know what size you are so you better try these on."

The kid took them and went into an enclosure that was concealed by a curtain hanging down. As if standing guard, Peter waited in front. At the bottom of the fabric, he could see Joey's feet and dirty socks and legs being pulled up to try on pants. Peter pulled aside the curtain just enough to see Joey's progress. Joey looked up at Peter. He was smiling and gigglish. He had tucked his underpants just under his balls exposing his small but very erect penis. The sight thrilled Peter and Peter's response thrilled Joey and this only encouraged him. Once his new pants were up and on, the boy displayed himself to Peter for approval and then tried on another pair being sure to flaunt his boner for Peter in the chaos of a crowded department store.

"Here, try these on." He reached in and the boy took the pants. Just for a moment, Peter tugged on Joey's penis. How could something so simple be so exciting?

Joey's boner sprung up and down when discarding one pair of pants and taking another. As far as Peter was concerned they could have done it all day long.

Ok, they fit. Let me see that size and I'll get a few more pair." He took great pleasure in being generous and parental to Joey. Getting to see his boner in the crowded department store was more than worth it.

He momentarily thought about Joey's mother, Jeanie. Part of him was very worried about her. He feared that something bad might have happened. He hoped that she would call soon and put his mind at rest. He worried that she might have gone back on drugs or worse. Then he thought. What if she was dead?.. He always knew that the bitch had no boundaries.

He consoled himself by thinking, "I would never let anything happen to Joey. He spoke silently to himself, "I would always take care of him."

Peter quickly put her out of his mind.

Joey looked good in just about anything. You could take the world's worst looking shirt and Joey would look great in it. The boy never worried about how he looked in this shirt or that pair of pants or if they were completely dirty or worn and people never looked at his clothes anyway. Sometimes they even stopped dead in their tracks and just looked at him. Peter had seen it happen more than once.

Winter was coming in and Peter picked out a blue and black padded parka. Joey liked it so it was added to the pile. He guessed that Peter was loaded because he even bought himself a winter coat.

The cashier smiled. She looked down at Joey and said, "Oh is this your son?"

Peter smiled back and said, "No!"

Then he laughed into her face as if her suspicions were accurate. He wanted to say, No, he's my fuck toy and he's fuckin good!.

The last stop was a shoe store.

"No Joey, Those are ok, but for the summer. It gets wet in the winter, you need some cool boots."

They sat together while Joey tried on boots and shoes. The kid lifted one leg and pulled off his worn out Nike. The immediate area was filled with a scent that Peter was all too familiar with. He extended his foot towards the kneeling shoe salesman that was helping him try on a selection of boy sized boots. His socks were gray and several toes wiggled through holes. The shoe salesman, a man in his mid-thirties was very polite but he was doing a poor job of hiding his curled up nose. Peter watched with amusement. He was sitting next to Joey and nodded with approval or shook his head yes or no for this boot or that. The novel and exposed circumstances and the rising smell of Joey's dirty socks and feet had given Peter a intense erection that would have been hard for the shoe salesman to miss. Except for the shoe salesman there was no embarrassment here. Peter thought that if you chose to be a shoe salesman you are bound to run up against this sort of thing all the time. He figured that he probably liked ladies with their exotic shoes and perfectly washed feet. When the shoe salesman looked down to get another boot, Joey glanced at the large erection poorly concealed in Peter's pants. He started to laugh and then tried to repress it. Then Peter started laughing and like Joey, tried to contain it. Peter slid down slightly in his chair making his hidden erection even more prominent. The shoe salesman tried to say something but ended up stuttering. This caused both Joey and Peter to start laughing. They finally picked a boot and loaded up with bags headed back to the Westside of Manhattan.

On the way out, Peter said to Joey, "Did you see that guy? I thought he was going to piss his pants right there in the store."



Yesterday's Lunch 

Back at the apartment, Joey put on a show of trying on all his new clothes for Peter. The kid was having great fun exposing a boy boner here and boy butt hole there for the naked Peter to slowly jerk off to. The anticipation of doing this had built up the whole time the two were together in the store. Peter rose up, his big dick, swinging and springing and climbed on Joey so that he could slide it into and in and out of the boy's mouth. He would do this for a while only to back off just before cuming. This was to prolong what was for both of them, the most exciting thing in the world. With new clothes in disarray, price tags dangling from a skinny boy in need of a bath, he motioned Joey to stand over him and with the boy's new pants half way down, lower his butt down onto Peter's face and out stretched tongue to taste him. Then lay crazily on the bed, untidy and exposed boy butt hole, parted, licked some more and penetrated with a forefinger in search of yesterday's lunch. Probing deeply, tasting him and all the while, Joey was waiting for it to happen.

They were completely copacetic with this drama that been had been played out between them many times before. There was no dispute with what was going to happen and it was heightened with the boy's breathless anticipation. Finally when Joey's hole was supple and slick with saliva and Peter's cock, foreskin retracted, was stiff and ready, he mounted and carefully penetrated the boy. Joey gave out some soft grunts of accommodation and then moaned along with the increasing pace. Peter fucked him hard and long until he could hold off no longer, filling Joey with slippery gelatinous cum. With his small penis, stiff and strained upward, Joey released barely a sprinkle of watery juice, cuming simultaneously with Peter further securing the bond they had with each other.



Reggie's Trials

Reggie took the RR train to Astoria Queens. Going home always gave him a heavy feeling of dread down in his stomach. He hated going home but when Joey left for Peter's he didn't know what else to do. In the beginning, Reggie cut school and went to Playland just to play on the machines. Gradually he realized that there was more going on than just video games. This was a place where men and boys meet,...but for what? One boy with a slightly crossed eye, spelled it all out for him and piqued his interest by being specific about cock.

He stared into Reggie's face and said, "You got a big dick?"

They went off together. The experience in the alley off 47th street was exciting for Reggie but the next day the boy had moved on to someone else. After that, meeting boys like himself and sometimes men that had money made sex the hidden but primary objective. Reggie didn't really care about money but it did give him the freedom to continue doing what he wanted so sometimes he would go off with this man or that even if he was unsure.

Reggie walked along next to a man who wore a suit. It made him uncomfortable. The unlikely couple walked 3 blocks downtown and 2 blocks West towards the Port Authority bus terminal. Upstairs there was a large men's room with so much comings and goings on that no one noticed or cared if a man and a young teen went into a stall together. Reggie was still young and inexperienced so that each one of these encounters was different than the last. The man slipped both his hands under Reggie's arms encouraging him to climb up on the toilet and squat down. The anonymous man took out a large erected penis and presented it to an emotionally confused and fearful Reggie. There could be no doubt as to what he was supposed to do and it was re-enforced by the man's firm hand at the back of the pimply boy's neck. When he was pushed forward, Reggie opened his mouth and the large erected cock slid in. The man was using Reggie in an entirely selfish way. The experience was an overwhelming and confusing thrill that left Reggie unable or unwilling to resist. The long stiff cock was going in and out of his mouth and his eyes looked up and saw only a faceless smile.

Reggie thought, "I'm normal, It isn't my fault, he's doing it to me." In fact Reggie like to think that he had been absolved of responsibility by his own inexperience, the man's selfish motives and the promise of money. It went on and on, slow at first and then rapid and urgent only to slow again and repeat the lurid cycle.

The man spoke down at Reggie, "Make more spit, I want to see strings."

After awhile Reggie's jaw got tired and began to hurt. He was wishing it would all end. A reservoir of cum was building up inside of the man and he was finally getting ready. He held Reggie's head tight and then, ... carelessly, he let go. Instantly Reggie felt the sweet, slightly salty and peculiar fluid flowing into his mouth. It continued and increased in volume. Reggie had jerked off enough times to know exactly what was happening. After it was over he wasn't sure what to do so he spit down into the toilet between his legs for both to see and others to hear. The man was shaking out his cock and Reggie was looking down at the floor. A dirty white Nike shoe invaded the stall partition underneath from the next and on the other side a black shoe appeared. These were invitations for more but both Reggie and the man left. On the street they quickly and unceremoniously went separate ways and neither one looked back.

On the train home he felt the money in his pocket. The money represented just a little bit more freedom. Reggie was relieved to find that his Mother had gone over to the night shift and would not be home till morning. She was a nurse and had to be sweet and nice to everyone but by the time she got home, she was in a shitty mood. When she got home tired and pissed they would fight endlessly. The door to his room would fly open and he would see her standing there. "I can't believe how useless you are. I work hard all day long and I have to come home to this fucking mess. Reggie, you could have at least done the vacuuming and the dishes!"

Obliterating the thought, Reggie got undressed and crawled into his messy bed. When he slid his underwear down to his knees, he began to slowly jerk off. It wasn't Playland that crossed his mind, it wasn't the man at the bus station, he thought about Joey and what they did together. Joey wasn't afraid or nervous, he was cool just like a best buddy. He thought about he and Joey living together. He thought about having someone like Joey to jerk off with. His thoughts and feelings towards Joey wasn't at all like being in the men's room stall with an ominous stranger drawn to each other only to part and never meet again. Joey didn't make Reggie feel guilty like he was going to hell or dirty or insignificant. He realized that he liked Joey and wanted to be with him. Reggie's cock was stiff. He remembered how easily Joey guided his cock up his butt and how Joey smiled up at him when he got all the way up. Reggie began jerking off harder at the thought. He looked into Joey's smiling face and he could tell that the boy liked him and really wanted him. Maybe he and Joey could live together in his Mother's apartment until she got back. Maybe he could live there with him even after she got back. He remembered how the boy held onto his cock. Reggie came all over his stomach and chest and then fell into a deep sleep.



The Benefactor

"You look like you could use a healthy meal."

The boy had been standing in front of the Port, a short name for the Port Authority Bus Terminal used by the regulars. Joey looked up and saw a man who was dressed very much like a school principal. He wore wire glasses and carried a brief case.

"How about it, I was just going for lunch, want to join me?"

The boy looked around to see if others he knew who hung around the port were watching his actions. He shrugged his shoulders and tagged along after the man. Joey figured McDonalds or Burger King and then what? But instead, they took a taxi to Kip's Bay on the Eastside.

In the taxi the fatherly man said, "Well let's get acquainted, my name is Edward, what's yours?"

Laces untied and dangling, Joey lay back in the seat. He looked at the man and said, "Joey."

They were dropped off at a small restaurant called the Hour Glass. A tall thin waiter came over, offered menus and turned a old fashioned hour glass mounted on the wall between them, upside-down. This was to signal that they had exactly one hour to order, eat and leave.

Edward said, "I love this place. It's so secluded."

"Do they have hamburgers?"

Edward answered, "They might. Tell me what you like. Do you like fish?"

Joey curled up his nose.

"Do you like chicken?"

The boy cast his eyes to heaven as if he wasn't sure.

"What about a steak?"

Again, Joey seemed puzzled.

"You've had a steak before? It's hamburger that hasn't been all ground up and they only use the good stuff. I'm having fish but I think you might like steak."

The boy knew that if he didn't like it he just wouldn't eat it.

"How about French fries?"

He nodded yes.

The waiter came with water and Edward ordered wine.

When he returned Edward commanded the waiter's attention.

"I'll have the flounder Florentine with asparagus and Joseph will have a small filet minion with fries."

The waiter looked at Joey who was slumped in his seat and then at the well dress distinguished man and then back at the boy.

And then said, "Oh is he your son?"

It was an impertinent question the deserved a rebuke but Edward graciously said, "No, he's my grandson."

The boy had the sense not to contradict his new friend.

When the meal arrived it provided a welcomed distraction for the slight awkwardness between two people who were worlds apart. In a warm and friendly manner, Edward took the seat next to Joey in order to help him cut up his steak. The boy watched with interest and curiosity.

Shielded by the grandfatherly figure, Joey reached for the glass of wine and downed it quickly. Edward looked at the small boy with astonishment and broke into a mischievous smile. With this simple act, the two had just become fast friends.

Edward picked up a small piece of steak with the fork and brought it up close to Joey's lips. "Come on, you must taste it, open up."

The boy did and slowly chewed it. He then smiled with approval that warmed them both.

"So Joey, what grade are you in and how old are you?"

He said, "I'm twelve."

He went on. "I'm not in school this year because my Mom went to Las Vegas and I don't know when she'll be back."

Edward looked immediately concerned. "Joey, you must be in school. You're going to fall too far behind to catch up."

The boy pushed the long hair out of his eyes and scratched at his cheek. "Um, I started on the first day but I got confused so I just left and since my Mom has been gone there was no one to make me go so I didn't. It's ok, I can take care of myself."

With big eyes he looked directly at the older man. "I don't have to do anything I don't want to do."

Edward was listening intently. "I suspect that is true. Are you staying with your Dad?"

"I don't really have a Dad but sometimes I stay with my friend Peter because he's like my Dad. He's a lot of fun and he's real good to me. He looks after me sometimes but not always."

The man said, "Well, Joey, If you stay out late isn't there anyone who will worry? Suppose something would happen to you how would anyone know?"

The boy displayed a doubtful smiled and shrugged his shoulders. This declaration set the man thinking.

Joey interrupted his thought. "Peter cares a lot about me."

Edward sat back so that he could get a fuller view of the street kid in dirty, ill-fitting clothes. The wheels in his mind were turning.

When the waiter returned Edward asked for another glass of wine. Speaking to himself, he thought, "I could help him. I could teach him about the finer things in life, about art and music. Maybe I could even adopt him as a son."

It was folly for Edward to think that way but it was alright for the moment.

Just then, Joey put his fork down and he looked up into the man's eyes. Edward was suddenly stunned and captivated. He was overwhelmed by the boy's beautiful long wavy black hair that framed his blue blue eyes and angelic face.

The wine arrived and when the waiter sped off both the boy and the man looked around to make sure they weren't being observed and then the boy quickly drank the entire glass of wine. Edward realized that this boy was not above engaging in a conspiracy with a lonely old man. The growing warmth in the boy's belly eclipsed the growing warmth in the man's heart.

"Joey, I was going to stay in town tonight but I have a better idea."

The boy's eyes had suddenly become dreamy.

Edward went on. "Would you come out to Jersey with me, I have a very nice house and I promise I will get you back by Monday morning."

Probably because of the wine Joey just listened without any objection.

The taxi took them to a parking garage where the man retrieved his ordinary looking car. The boy was already asleep on the front seat next to him when they crossed the George Washington bridge and began a drive deep into Jersey. Outside of Brooklyn and Queens, The boy had never actually been out of the city. He had a good feeling about the man that allowed him to feel safe enough to fall into a deep sleep. Joey briefly woke from his wine induced sleep. Having no idea where he was or where he was going, he re-adjusted his position so that he could lay his head on the man's warm thigh. He went peacefully back to sleep.

For the first time in decades electricity was rapidly streaming through Edward's body. Racing down the Jersey Parkway had put him in a state of exquisite, erotic intoxication. It was now dark and beneath the glowing dashboard lights the boy's long hair lay out on the man's leg. He could feel him breathing and a small hand softly closed and unclosed on his thigh. His feelings were a conflict between erotic sensuality and protective nurturing.

The old man foolishly thought, "I will do anything for him. I would give my very life for him if I can just be in love with him for a little while."

Oh god, this boy is so precious, I already know that I am headed for serious trouble,....but I can't help it,...... I don't care.



The Port

Even Joey wasn't enough for Peter. It was a good thing that the boy was in school every day because it gave him time to cruise around. He was always on the lookout and he was never able to pass up an opportunity on the fly. He saw him standing in front of the Port in jeans and a tee shirt. The boy stood out front as if he was waiting for someone. He was, but not for anyone in particular.

Peter approached him. "What's up?"

The kid said, "Nothin."

Not wanting to waste time, Peter said under his breath, "You like sum dick?"

The kid remained expressionless but he didn't move away.

"You wanna go somewhere and fuck around?"

The kid looked Peter over more carefully. He wasn't a suit which was a good thing but he wasn't a kid like himself either. He was tall slim and maybe, interesting.

The kid was cagey. "You a cop?"

Peter said sarcastically, "No, I'm not a cop."

The kid said, "You know I get paid for it."

Peter looked at him approvingly. He thought that he might be 15 or 16. He laughed, "Paid for what?"

The kid got nervous. "You're not a cop?..Please tell me you're not a cop."

Peter laughed again, "No, I'm not no cop. That's one thing you don't have to worry about me."

Peter paused and then said, "I got a big one, you interested?"

The kid was cocky. "I might be if I'm paid enough."

Peter stopped and stood there smiling at the boy. "I don't pay for shit, I got a big dick and I get most anyone I want. If you want to learn a few things come on with me, but if you don't, you'll be missin out and it's your fuckin loss."

There was something rude and cocky about this guy that made the kid want to follow him.

Peter's confidence impressed him and he had no luck lately anyway so he went with him.

He could see that the kid was nervous and figured that he was probably inexperienced as well. "Don't worry about it, I know what I'm doin. Just be cool and let me do the work."

The kid was led into an unfamiliar room and the door shut behind the two strangers. He sat on the edge of the bed, awkward and uncomfortable.

Peter held out a half crushed tube of KY for the kid to see. "I'm gonna use this shit, It might be a little uncomfortable but It's not goin to hurt you, I promise."

The kid was tense and alert. "I don't know, I never got fucked before."

Peter wasn't about to be discouraged. He laughed and said, "Hey, that's a good thing cause you're in for a real experience."

He gently turned the kid around and got him up on his hands and knees on the bed. Then reached under him and opened his pants so that they could be easily slid down enough to expose the kid's ass.

He mumbled, "I don't know if I can do this."

Peter said, "Will you fuckin relax, you'll be fine."

He tried to push a finger up the kid's ass.

He leaned forward across his back to re-assure him. "Listen, I want to get my cock way up your ass and then get off. You get all my juicy cum up your ass and that's all there is to it. But you got to relax and let it happen because if you don't, it's gonna hurt. I'm gonna do it anyway so it be best if you cool out and just let me."

The kid was facing the wall. He said, "Ok."

Peter was so firm and determined that the kid found it strangely comforting.

"When I start doin it, just let go and relax just like you were sucking my cock. I know you done that before."

He put a clear gob of KY on two fingers and rubbed all around the kid's hairless asshole and then tried to probe his hole.

"See what I mean, relax and let me do it." He did and Peter's fingers began to slip in and out of the boy's asshole.

"Don't get me wrong, I like how tight you are but loosen up, ok?"

Peter stopped what he was doing and talked directly to the kid. "Look, my cock is big and I'm gonna do it right so's you'll wanna come back for more."

He went back to probing the kid's asshole with his fingers.

It was a tall order for a first time but Peter was careful and considerate. He didn't really go for it until he was sure that the kid had accepted his large cock easily and completely all the way up his ass. It was only during the last two or three minutes that it was rapid and intense. In the end, Peter was satisfied and the kid was defeated and in ruins.

He stretched out on his bed, cleaned his uncut cock with an old tee shirt and relaxed. He had an earned sense of accomplishment. The kid had quietly dressed and was going out the door.

Peter called after him, "Hey, what's your name?"

The kid looked back at him and said, "Reggie."



Jersey

Montclair is an upper middle class neighborhood full of large houses from the last century. The car slowly drove up the gravel driveway and came to a stop in front of an imposing structure.

"Joey, wake-up."

The boy was still in a deep sleep. The man lifted him into his arms and carried him on along the walk to the front door. Still appearing to be asleep, Joey put both arms around the man's neck to hold on more securely. This simple act on the boy's part filled Edward with rapturous joy. The entryway was a dark woodworked foyer with a large staircase that rose up to the second and third floors. Edward carried the sleeping boy up to one of the large bedrooms and lay him down on a great bed. He pulled off Joey's small shoes and thin socks. There was no resistance when he pulled of his tee-shirt and tugged down his pants to reveal an naked treasure laying in his bed. Then he covered him with a downy quilt. Edward watch while Joey grabbed and clutched the quilt in his small hands and pulled it up close for comfort. In no time, he was asleep again.

The man went downstairs to get a drink. He was in a state of complete confusion and turmoil. A feeling of intense ecstasy washed over him only to be replaced with a feeling of dreadful and frightening anxiety. He stood alone in the large empty kitchen.

Edward talked to himself. "I've got to calm down and take it easy."

He poured scotch in to an empty glass and slugged it down. "I must be insane! I'm an NYU professor with tenure and I am risking it all because I'm a romantic idiot that still thinks he lives in the ancient world!"

He poured one more but went light. "That's right get blind drunk so that you do something you'll really regret!"

He sat down in a chair and tried to meditate. "No more scotch, I had just enough to take the edge off. anymore and I am flirting with disaster."

The old man reluctantly put the bottle away. On other occasions he might drink and drink and drink and wake up in the morning still sitting in the kitchen chair with a massive hangover.

He had calmed down just a little and began to rationalize the situation. "I have a house guest. Just go up there, I'll keep my underwear on and sleep next to him and don't do anything. What's wrong with that?"

To be blunt, his rationalization was full of holes. Edward put on a night light in the bathroom and quietly undressed. For his age, he was not in bad shape but he had never been able to find the right mate. As a homosexual he had all the aesthetic qualities but sexually he was not resolute. He had an affair with a college student that had lasted a number of years but it was mostly platonic. Eventually, Clayton moved on to more exciting fare.

He left on his briefs and a tee shirt and the little scotch allowed him to praise his altruistic intentions. From the opposite side of the bed, he slowly and carefully slid in and moved up close to the naked boy without actually touching him. The man could feel his breathing and he could smell a wild boy scent.

He thought, "If I could just hold and hug him in his sleep, just that and nothing more."

barely touching, Edward lay still for the longest time.

Eventually, the sleeping Joey squirmed and slid close enough so that the boy's back and curled up figure fit nicely into the warm alcove between Edwards thighs and his chest. He felt that he could lay forever next to this beautiful boy but the desire for more led the way. Edward let his arm rise and come down over the boy in a protective embrace. The boy began to stir. Edward retracted his arm and allowed a reasonable space to open between them. He had the fear that it could end suddenly or worse. In the strange dark bedroom, The small boy turned and faced the man in a cuddling embrace. All the emptiness inside the man flowed out of him like water. He would have been content with it but the boy raised it to incredible heights by clinging to him even closer. Edward was inexperienced in this new and uncharted territory. He imagined that maybe the boy felt that it was an obligation, a requirement or worse, submission to an ogre. He had little or no understanding of Joey's life and He was afraid to engage him for it would be crass exploitation that could lead both to ruin. The boy continued to embrace and cuddle him. Edward lay still and let him do whatever he wanted. He remained passive but kept close company with the boy in the dark room. The two shadowy figures took on hallucinatory qualities as in a primitive ceremony around a fire. The boy's voice was musical and they talked intimately in whispers about nothing specific or serious. The boy was erect and even if he was asleep, he was taking full pleasure in his own body. He giggled and Edward breathed in the boy's beautiful scent.

Edward never slept a moment. He lay listening to the boy, watching the boy and guarding the boy. Curiously he was so enthralled with Joey that he never got an erection. He had merged and become part of the boy. For a wonderful moment he had finally lost himself. There was no more Edward, there was no more old man, there was only the wild boy, there was only Joey.

 In the morning, Edward ran a bath for the boy. He made a special breakfast and they ate together. Edward didn't quite realize it but he was going through a transformation. His step was lighter and he was energetic and even a bit enthusiastic.

During the tour of the house Joey said, "You live here alone?"

Without meaning to, Edward revealed to the boy how really empty his life had been.

"Joey, you can come and stay with me anytime you want."

To be continued

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