Date: Sun, 2 Dec 2018 16:07:27 -0600
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Subject: Vacancy In Room 108 by Cutter 09 gay adult/youth

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Cutter09

Vacancy in Room 108
by Cutter09

  I own a small motel a couple of blocks from the beach. It's not one of
those high rise, high price places, just a fifty room motel. I cater to
mostly middle income families that want to go to the beach and not spend a
fortune. It was only near the end of March so not our busy time. That
doesn't officially start till Memorial day.

  I was exiting room 115, after fixing a clogged drain, about 9 o'clock. I
thought I saw movement over by the vending machine room. It's a place where
I have a washer, dryer, coke and snack machines, and even two video games.

  My apartment is behind the front desk in the motel office. I also have
security cameras covering all the common areas and parking lot. The feed
from the cameras goes to a computer and monitor in my apartment. I entered
my apartment and went to the monitor and switched to the camera in the
vending room.

  I saw someone there, though I couldn't see their face. First he checked
the trash can and pulled out an empty potato chip bag. Tilting his head
back, shaking any crumbs from the bag. Then he checked the coin return
slots on each machine and didn't find anything. He went to the corner and
slid down the wall next to one of the video games.

  I know there are a number of homeless people in our town, but I don't
usually get them in here. Because of the tourism, the police keep this area
pretty secure. This guy was either very smart or very lucky not to have
been caught. Probably because he stays out of sight in my vending room.

  But seeing him shake crumbs from that empty bag got to me. I've been
hungry, it's not fun. I got in my truck and drove to McDonald's. I got two
double quarter pounders and an order of fries.

  I went back to the vending room. Setting the bag on the table that people
use to fold clothes, I made a big show of pulling out a burger.

 "Damn this is good. Need a drink though," I fished out some change, put it
in the Coke machine, and pushed a button.

  "Aw man. Damn I wanted diet. Oh well," I set the Coke on the table next
to the bag. I fished out more change and pushed another button. I was
taking a drink of the soda as I exited the room, leaving behind the bag
with a burger and fries and the Coke.

  I watched the monitor, and it took him twenty minutes to decide I wasn't
returning for my burger and come out of hiding. He stepped up to the door
and looked out and around then over to the table. He peeked into the
bag. Then pushed his hoodie off his head. That's when I saw it was just a
kid.

  He devoured that burger in record time. Then took the fries and Coke over
to the corner. Sitting back down, this time his legs stuck out beyond the
video game machine. He set the Coke between his legs, and I assume he was
eating the fries. Every once in awhile I would see his hand come out and
pick up the Coke can. Then return setting it back between his legs. I
watched his foot move back and forth keeping some unheard beat. I could
tell it was him being happy to have a meal.

  The next day, I checked the vending room. There was no evidence that
anyone had been there. The bag, wrappers, and can, were in the trash. Well,
at least he is a neat street kid.

  That night, I visited the local KFC. I left a box of chicken and a large
tea on the table in the vending room. When I closed the office for the
night, I checked the monitor. The box of chicken was gone, and his legs
were there in the corner.

  Now, I have to explain a few things here. First, I do a lot of my own
maintenance. It's just cheaper. I make a decent living here, especially
during summer, but not a mint. I had planned to start painting the exterior
in April so that it would be nice for the summer crowds. I thought maybe I
had found a helper, if I could trust him.

  Another thing is the vending room is at one end of the motel, and
directly across the parking lot is room 108. These rooms are nearest the
street, and the metal stairs leading to the second story. There is a lot of
street noise and people stomping up and down the metal stairs. So I don't
usually rent out 108 except as a last resort.

  I decided to find out if the kid was trustworthy. Call me cynical, but
street people are not known to be so. I purchased two wireless cameras that
bluetooth to my computer. I put them in the bedroom and bathroom of 108. If
the kid tried to rip me off, I wouldn't be leaving him any more food, in
fact I would call the cops and have him removed.

  It happened to rain that night. I left a pizza on the table, and the key
to 108. When I checked the cam at 9 o'clock, the pizza box was gone. I
switched to the camera in 108. He was laying on the bed, just finishing the
pizza. He got up and went to the bathroom. I watched him undress, which got
my rapt attention. I switched to the bathroom camera. I could see him from
the side. He was slim and fairly muscular considering he had been on the
streets. His cock was about average length for his age I would guess. I
could barely make out a few wispies around it's base.

  He opened the shower door, and turned on the water. While he did that I
switched back to the bedroom cam and zoomed in. He had the prettiest ass I
have ever seen. Boy or girl. I switched back to the bathroom camera just as
he stepped into the shower. From this angle I could only see the top of his
head when he stepped away from the spraying water.

  Switching back to the bedroom camera, I could make out his silhouette,
through the frosted glass door. He washed himself good from head to
foot. Then I got the thrill of a lifetime. He rinsed off, then I could see
him stroking his cock. I couldn't make out any detail, because of the
frosted glass. But it was obvious what he was doing. What boy doesn't when
he gets the chance. I would bet he didn't get too many chances on the
street.

  It didn't take him long to complete the exercise, and I could see him
rinse his hand off after. He obviously could shoot a load. When he turned
off the water, I switched to the bathroom cam.

  He reached out and took a towel from the rack and dried himself just out
of camera range. Then he stepped out while still drying his hair. His cock
was still pointed at his belly button, about five inches [12 cm] long, and
rather angry looking from the beating it had just endured.

  I then witnessed something unexpected. He took one of the 'complimentary'
soaps and ran hot water over it in the sink. Filling the sink with soapy
water. Then he put his pants in and washed them, kneading and squeezing
them to get them clean. He did this for a few minutes then took them to the
shower, rinsed them, squeezing the soapy water from them, and hung them
over the shower door.

  Turning back to the sink, I could see the water was nearly black from the
dirt in his pants. He drained the water, and repeated the process with his
shirt, then his hoody. It was then I noticed he didn't have underwear, or
he would have washed them.

  The whole time he was doing his laundry, I was watching his young
cock. When he had stepped out of the shower, it had been still erect from
his self abuse. It slowly deflated as I watched, returning to the soft,
innocent looking, penis of a young boy.

  All this fascinated me. I was somehow attracted to that young cock. As he
continued with his clothes, I took out my own cock and stroked. His ass
also had my attention. I wondered what it would feel liked wrapped around
my cock.

  He took his towel, and wiped the steam from the mirror. Looking at his
face, he ran his fingers through his longish wet hair. Then he stepped back
to look at the rest of his body. He smiled when he saw his cock, and it
began to rise again. Boys are walking erections at that age.

  He watched himself in the mirror as he stroked his cock. Turning this way
and that, releasing it to study how it looked. Stroking again, and finally
going for the gold, he spurted on the counter.

  He wiped everything down with the towel, even the sink. Then went to the
bed. He lay on top of the bedspread instead of turning the bedding
back. Pulling the spread over himself, he closed his eyes.

  I realised he was trying not to get the sheets dirty, so that I wouldn't
have to change them. That was pretty considerate of him.

  The next morning, I checked the camera. He was gone. The bed was made,
and the room tidy. I was going to check the room to see if he had stolen
anything. When I got to the office door, I found the key he had dropped
through the mail slot. Each of our rooms has a sticky note pad with our
logo on it. He had written a note and stuck it to the key.

  "Thank you for your kindnes," was all it said. It was signed, "Lucas."

  I wanted to cry. I didn't bother to check the room. I knew he hadn't
taken anything.

  Deciding he could be trusted, I wanted to help him. I had grown up poor,
I knew what hunger was like. I knew the embarrassment that came from not
being able to do things with friends because of a lack of funds. Not to
mention shabby clothes and none of the extras that all the kids seem to
have these days.

  That night, I had grilled chicken, mashed potatoes, cream corn, and ice
tea. I made a plate up for Lucas, and took it to room 108. I left the key
in the vending room with a note. "Keep it. I'll let you know if I want it
back," I signed it, Mark.
  The key cards make it simple to lock him out anytime I wanted, so it
didn't matter.

  At nine, when I closed the office, I checked the camera. He was there
eating his dinner. He finished and went to the bathroom to shower. I
watched him udress as the water warmed up. I liked seeing him nude. His ass
was quite appealing. His dick too.

  When he stepped into the shower, I switched cams. He bathed, but didn't
jerk off. I was a bit disappointed. He got out of the shower, and wiped off
the mirror. Checking his face, turned on the water, and took a handful into
his mouth, swished it around and spit it out. Then he started rubbing his
teeth with his finger, trying to clean them.

He examined himself in the mirror again, then stepped back and began
stroking his now hard cock.

  I zoomed in as close as I could and stroked my own cock with him. I
noticed his dick was thicker than I had first thought, even though he was
still developing. The circumcised helmet was a bit wider than the
shaft. The overall appearance was clean and youthful and innocent. I had a
hard time believing this beautiful creature was a street kid.

  After wasting his load on the counter, he cleaned everything and went to
bed.

  Being a small business, you have to make additional income where you
can. The vending room provides some income from what would be wasted
space. I also sell things like condoms, personal toiletries, pain
relievers, sunburn cream, etc. in the office. Of course the markup on these
items is tremendous. But when your wife is yelling about being sunburned,
you'll pay the price. Or if the girl you brought to the beach says 'No
glove, no love' you don't mind five dollars for a three pack of condoms.

  I had found his plate, clean of course, in the vending room. That night,
I had a nice broiled fish, okra gumbo, and hash brown potatoes. I made up
his plate, and a bag of toiletries, and left it in 108.

  As was his habit, he arrived at closing time. I watched the monitor as he
peeked into the bag. He pulled out the toothbrush, toothpaste, deodorant,
and personal lubricant, from the bag.

  He sat down and started eating, glancing occasionally at the items on the
table in front of him. He picked up the lube and looked at the label. A
smile grew on his face, and he nodded and set the bottle back on the table.

  He showered and washed his clothes again, with me watching him the whole
time. Well, mostly I watched his dick wiggle back and forth as he did
it. When he was done with his clothes, he went to the bedroom and picked up
the lube. He sat on the bed, fingering his dick as he read the label on the
lube. He stood and opened the lube, his cock now pointing at his belly
button. Pouring a small amount on his hand, he set the bottle on the table,
grasped his cock in the lubed hand and stoked it slowly.  It was obviously
his first experience with lube. His legs quivered and he was overcome with
the sensation. He sat on the bed, then lay back, slowly working his
cock. He quickly learned to give his hand a little twist at the top of his
stroke as his fingers caressed the fat knob of his cock.

  His orgasm was quick, spurting all over his stomach. When it was over, he
just lay there holding his spent dick, breathing heavily. Surprisingly,
after a few minutes rest, he went for seconds. Man I wish I was that young
again.

  With his dish, the next morning, was a note. "Thanks for... everything,"
signed Lucas.

  The housekeeping staff receive a list each morning of rooms that were
occupied and needed cleaning. I added 108 to the list so he would get fresh
towels and the 'complimentary' soap and shampoo etc. replaced in his room.

  With his dinner that night I left a note. "If you want to work, come see
me. This is not required, but appreciated," signed Mark.

  On the monitor, I watched him read the note and smile. He smiled all
through his dinner. Then he did his shower, followed by jerking off on the
bed with the lube. I guess that meant he liked it.

  His plate was in the vending room, but he wasn't around. No note
either. I guessed he didn't want the job.

  At one o'clock, Madge, my daytime clerk, called me in my
apartment. "There's someone to see you."

  I recognized him immediately, but didn't let him know. "Are you Mark?" he
asked.

  "Yes. You must be Lucas," I said holding out my hand. "Come this way," I
added, leading him into my apartment.

  "Have a seat. Would you like a Coke?" He nodded, and I got two from the
fridge.

  I could tell he was nervous, maybe a little embarrassed too.
  "I was thinking, if you want, you could help out around here some. I am
going to start painting soon and would like some help. I'm too cheap to
hire a painting crew, but with your help I could get it done quicker."

  He nodded and took a sip of his Coke.

  "How old are you Lucas?"

  "Fifteen," he replied. I looked at him suspiciously.

  He looked down, ashamed to be caught in a lie. "Thirteen last month,"
Then he raised his head and said "But I'll work real hard and do whatever
you tell me to do," he almost pleaded.

  He might not say that if he knew what I was thinking of just
then. "Aren't you going to ask how much it pays?"

  "No sir. You've been letting me stay here, and feeding me. That's more
than enough. You're a good cook too," he added with a smile.

  "When can you start?"

  His smile lit the room. "Whenever you want. My social calendar is rather
empty at the moment."

  Cute and funny. I liked him. "Let's go then."

  We went to the local Home Depot. I told him to pick up some brushes and
rollers, while I looked at paint samples. I was mulling over a couple of
colors when he came up. I looked at him, he looked at the color and
grimaced. I pointed to another. He said "Looks like baby shit," he was
right too.

  I stepped aside and gestured for him to pick one. He perused the colors a
moment, picked out a swatch, then another.

  "Walls, and this for the trim," he said. It was a warm mocha with bright
white trim.

  It made him happy when I took the samples to the clerk and ordered the
paint. Then I picked up some paint pans and white coveralls. "We don't want
to mess up your nice clothes."

  He laughed and said "Sorry, but my tux is at the cleaners."  The clerk
suggested a primer and other stuff, so we got everything we needed and
loaded it in the back of my truck.

  By then it was almost time for Madge to get off work, so I suggested
burgers for dinner and Lucas agreed. We sat in the office eating our
burgers, occasionally helping guests, and getting acquainted. Lucas
volunteered to show guests to their rooms and swept up before leaving.

  I watched him on the monitor, doing his normal routine of showering and
jerking off. It was a habit with him, and he was fast becoming a habit for
me. I had jerked off more these last few days than I had in as many days,
since I was his age. I could also tell he was feeling better about himself
already. He felt like he was doing something to deserve his food and
shelter. Self esteem goes a long way with a boy his age.

  In the morning, he was there waiting when I opened the office door. When
Madge arrived we started out. With it being the slow time of year, I
managed to keep areas to be worked on empty. As the project proceeded, I
would be changing things accordingly.  We put down drop cloths and
protective tape and prepared the first work area. We stopped for a Coke
break in my apartment. I discussed the work plan, such as which part of the
building to do when etc.

  When we finished our break, I handed him a coverall and I began taking
off my shirt, then my pants. I was standing there in my briefs, and he
hadn't moved. He was just holding the coveralls and looking at my briefs.

  I'm not huge or anything, but I have a nice seven and a half incher [19
cm], And I'm in pretty good shape. "Is something wrong?" I asked him.

  "No. Well, It... It's just that I don't have any underwear on," he said
shyly.  "Okay... no underwear it is then," I said taking down my briefs. I
stood in front of him with my briefs at my feet. I flung my hands out wide,
and said "Ta Daa," With a silly grin on my face.

  He laughed but didn't move. Finally I started tapping my foot and looking
at an imaginary watch, as if to say 'You're wasting time.'

  Lucas began undressing, and I stepped into my coveralls. I wanted to seem
uninterested, but it was difficult. When he dropped his jeans at his
ankles, he said "Ta Daa," Just as I had done. Which gave me permission to
look. And I did.

  God that kid is gorgeous. I slowly buttoned up the coveralls as I looked
at him. I smiled and said "Nice one," I noticed it begin to chub up a bit
as he pulled on the coveralls.

  "Thanks. Yours is nice too."

  We walked past Madge and out, both of us with the beginnings of an
erection. We worked well together the rest of the day. He followed
instructions well, and did as he was told.

  Toward the end of the day, Lucas asked how I came to own a motel. I told
him about being in the military, and saving my money, and with my
V.A. benefits was able to buy this place. Then as we walked across the
parking lot toward the office, I explained about catching some shrapnel in
my leg, and getting out of the military.

  In my apartment as we got out of our coveralls, Lucas was nude, and so
was I. I turned my back and said "See the scar," Pointing just below my
buttcheek.

  He looked closely at the jagged scar and said "That looks painful."

  "Not anymore. It's okay, you can touch it," he reached out and ran his
fingertips over the scar. His touch went straight to my cock. By the time I
turned around, I was well on the way to fully erect. I noticed he was too.

  Not wanting to break the spell, I said "Care to wash up a bit before you
get dressed?" I led him into my bathroom and turned on the water. Taking
two washcloths from the cabinet, I handed one to him, and I got mine wet. I
stepped aside to let him get his wet too, as I wiped under my arms, then re
wet the cloth, and did my crotch. My extremely hard cock bounced as I wiped
all around it. He followed my lead and his own cock was stiff as a
board. He wasn't embarrassed by it because I was in the same boat.

  "Looks like we could both use a little alone time after dinner," I
admitted. He nodded in agreement.

  We dressed and went out to the office. "Madge, will you show Lucas how
the phones work and stuff, while I go make dinner?"

  "Sure thing Boss," Madge said.

  We ate in the office and I let Lucas answer the phone when it rang. He
did a good job with customer service, and I pointed out things as people
made reservations.  At closing time, I thanked him for his hard work. I
locked the door behind him and went straight to the monitor.

  Lucas didn't wait for his shower, and went straight for the lube. His
clothes hit the floor and he whipped the hell out of his cock. I did the
same and we came about the same time.

  Next day, he was right on time when I opened the office. We waited for
Madge, and I laid out the work schedule to him.  When Madge arrived I said
"Let's get to it."

  Lucas said "You're forgetting the coveralls."

  "You're right," and we went to my apartment. Just the thought of seeing
him nude again had me hard by the time I got naked. He was hard too. I
smiled and winked at him knowingly, and he smiled back.

  That became our routine. On weekends Madge is off, so I keep shorter
office hours. Saturday, I let Lucas work on his own as I manned the front
desk. I was there, of course, as he changed clothes, both before and after
he worked. I watched him wash up afterward and admired his body, even
remarking on his muscle tone. He smiled, happy that someone appreciated
him.

  I took him to a local Mexican restaurant, and he really loved it.

  Sunday, the office is only open until one. I told Lucas we weren't
painting today, and showed him more about the front desk operations. At one
o'clock, I closed the office and said "Let's get out of here."

  I took him to the movie theater at the mall. We got popcorn and Cokes and
sat down. While waiting for the movie to start, I reached into my wallet
and pulled out two, one hundred dollar bills, and handed them to him.

  "What's this?" He asked.

  "Your pay."

  "No. I can't take it."

  "You've earned it. I'm not usually so generous. So shut the fuck up and
take it."

  At the end of the movie, Lucas asked "Would you mind stopping at Walmart
on the way back?"

  "No problem. What do you need?"

  "I'm really tired of these clothes," he answered.

  We stopped and went in. He picked out a few things checking prices to be
sure he could afford it. When we got to the checkout stand, I paid for it
and he about threw a fit.

  "Mark. You've done enough, really."

  "Hey. I can't have my employee looking like a street urchin."

  "But I am a street urchin," he reminded me.

  "Not anymore," I countered.

  He looked near tears when I said that. Then he hugged me. Right in the
middle of Walmart. I was hard in an instant. He felt it too.

  I asked on the way home what he would like for dinner.

  "Pizza, but only if you let me buy."

  I reluctantly agreed. We weren't really hungry yet after popcorn at the
movie so we just set and talked. I asked him to show me his new clothes and
he jumped at the chance to model them for me. He had gotten three pants and
three shirts.

  He stripped completely naked and put on the first set. I told him they
looked good on him. Then the second set, he was hard already by then. I was
too. I told him they too looked nice. The third set made his ass look even
more enticing. Tight white pants and blue shirt, the same color as his
eyes. I almost drooled.

  "Man you look really hot in those. They're so tight, your ass looks so
sexy. And look at your hard on, you can see every ridge. You can even tell
you're circumcised," I said running a finger down it's length.

  "Do you really like them?"

  "I'm hard as a rock, what do you think?"

He gave me a happy smile. His crystal blue eyes sparkled even more. I had
to tear myself away. "Are we ready to order that pizza?"

  "Yeah," he said tugging at his tight crotch.  I ordered the pizza, and he
said "Remember. I'm paying for it, don't you even try."

  "Okay, okay. But you'll need to get change for a hundred from the
desk. The delivery guy won't have that much change."

  He went to the office, and I wondered if I had time to jerk off before
the pizza came. I started toward the bathroom, when I heard a commotion up
front.

  The cops were there and had Lucas over the desk starting to put handcuffs
on him. "We caught this kid going through your register," one of them said.

  "I would appreciate it if you would take your hands off my boy. Check his
pockets. You'll find two hundred dollars, and not a penny more." They
checked and found I was right.

  "Sorry son. We've never seen you around here," the cop offered in
apology.

  As we ate our pizza Lucas was still a little shaken. "I've been on the
streets for almost a year, and now, when I'm trying to do better, this
happens."

  "It's not your fault, and they were just doing their job."

  "What if there had been more money in my pocket?" he said worriedly.

  "Then I would have told them to shoot you," I said calmly.

  He looked shocked then decided I was joking. "But how did you know there
wouldn't be more?"

  "You've been around here a couple of weeks now. You've given me no reason
to not trust you."

  He hugged me tightly. "Thanks Mark."

  I turned on the tv and we finished our pizza. "I haven't watched tv in a
long time."

  "There's a tv in your room," I reminded him.

  "Yeah. At first I was afraid to turn it on. Now, after working, I'm tired
and don't want to."

  About then a condom commercial came on. "That reminds me, how are you
doing on lube? Do you need more?"

  "I... uh... I... Why did... how did you know to bring me that? I
mean,..."

  "There's a security camera in the vending room. I had seen you. Knew you
were just a boy. All boys like to jerk off. Hell us old guys do too."

  He blushed a little. It just made him even more adorable.

  "So?" I asked expectantly.

  "Oh... I have a little less than half a bottle."

  "Really? Busy fella," I noted.

  He blushed even more.

  "Since you came here, I've been going through it pretty quickly too."

  He smiled knowing I was referring to our daily nude sessions. He was
happy to find out he wasn't the only one who couldn't wait to jerk off
after.

  "Since I came?" He asked.

  "Yes. Don't act so surprised. You've seen how hard I get when we change
clothes. You're a beautiful boy, and seeing that young attractive body gets
me going. I choke my chicken like I'm gonna cook it for dinner."

  He laughed at my pun. "I know what you mean. I get pretty excited too,"
he admitted.

  "So I've noticed."

  We continued the paint job and Lucas was a tremendous help. We took our
time getting in and out of our coveralls, both of us enjoying the view.

  Madge asked, one day, why room 108 was getting cleaned so often

  "Because Lucas is staying in there."

  "Oh," she said in surprise.

  "Where did you think he was staying?"

  "You two are together all the time, I just assumed he was staying with
you."

  What she didn't say, but was obviously on her mind, made my dick start to
thicken.

  We finished the paint job two weeks ahead of schedule. It looked
wonderful. The white trim just popped out at you, the warm mocha, was
inviting. Madge and the housekeeping staff all loved it. I told them how it
was Lucas who chose the colors.

  We stood on the street admiring it, then I noticed Lucas had a strange
expression on his face. We went inside to change clothes. As I took off my
pants, I saw tears in Lucas's eyes.

  "What's wrong?" I asked him.

  "Nothing," he responded and continued to undress. It was the kind of
'nothing' that means there really is something wrong.

  As we washed up I said "If nothing is wrong, why are you on the verge of
crying?"

  "Now that we're finished painting, you probably want me to leave."

  I drew him to me in a tight embrace. "Do you want to leave?"

  "No. I like it here. You're the nicest man I ever met. And everyone
treats me nice here."

  I only then became aware that while hugging him, our naked bodies were
pressed together very intimately. My hard cock was just above his. And his
was nudging my nutsack.

  "Do you remember what I wrote on the note with the key?"

  "Yes I have it stuck on the mirror in my room."

  I was touched that he had saved it.

  "I said that I would let you know when I wanted it back. Have I given you
notice?"

  "No sir," he sniffled.

  "That still stands. If I want you gone, I will let you know. If you
decide to leave, you can, but I'm not sending you away."
  I stood holding him a long time, enjoying the closeness. Neither of us
wanting to part.

  I finally reached between us and moved his cock. A thrill shot through me
as I did it. "You should put this puppy on a leash. It's starting to sniff
people's crotches."

  "Well, yours wants to hump me," he laughed.

  He didn't know how right he was. Or did he?

  "Let's go celebrate. I'm taking you to dinner."

  "Okay, but I need to change clothes," he put the coveralls back on and
ran to his room. He came back wearing the tight white pants that looked so
hot on him. He hadn't worn them since he got them.

  "Wow. I don't know If I want to eat dinner or you."

  I love how he blushes at compliments.

  At the restaurant, I saw a couple of teen girls eyeing him up and
down. His cock had grown since he had been with me, I watched it carefully
every day. He's big for his age, and the outline of his soft cock was quite
visible and impressive.

  We sat at a table, and I said teasingly "Those two girls are really
eyeballing your big cock."

  He glanced over at them. "They're just a couple of tramps in training."

  "Maybe. But at your age, tramps can be fun."

   He gave me a kind of sad look and said "Yeah, I guess."

  After we ordered, Lucas whispered across the table "Do you really think I
have a big one?"

"You have a big what?" I said slightly louder than my normal speaking
voice.

  He hurriedly looked around to see if anyone heard me. Then gave me a
scornful look. "You know."

  "Well I'm no expert. The only one I've ever touched was mine until
today. But I would guess for your age, you're above average."

  His smile beamed across the table at me. I'm not sure if it was because I
said he was big, or that it was the only one I've touched. Either way, I
was glad he was happy.

  The next day I had a lighting company come out to give me an estimate for
lights in planting areas and around the perimeter of the building. The rep
was talking about putting in red blue green and yellow lights all around.

  Madge was out to lunch, so Lucas was answering the phone. I looked over
at him a couple of times during my discussion with the lighting guy. He had
a scowl on his face. I was just about to agree to the plan when I glanced
at Lucas again. He scowled right at me.

  "Did you have something you wanted to say?"

  He nodded. "Soft white spots."

  "What?" I asked.

  "You cater to families and adults, right? Not teens going to a rave
party. Soft white will look classier. Especially with the new paint."

  "The colored will make the place stand out," The rep argued.

  Lucas said "Mark, every other place around here has ocean themed blue
paint job and colored lights. You already stand out. You offer inviting
warm class."

  I turned to the rep "You heard him, soft white spots."  The guy looked a
bit disgusted at Lucas and said "Anything else?"

  Lucas looked at the layout the guy made "Yeah. take out half of these
directionals space them twenty five feet [7½ m] apart. Replace these
with canisters. And more security lights in the back lot."

  The guy left and I asked Lucas "Security lights?"

  "Yeah. How do you think I got in here so easily? And I don't want anyone
else moving in on my territory," he laughed.

  "You never cease to amaze me," I told him with a hug.

  Lucas helped around the place a lot. He gave Madge much needed breaks. I
taught him how to unclog a sink and toilet. He helped the housekeeping
staff if needed. He became invaluable.  On paydays, he insisted on buying
me dinner, usually pizza that we would eat in my apartment.

  Memorial day weekend, we were booked up, as was the whole town. Friday,
all day long, we turned down bookings. We managed to book up most of the
next three weeks, and the weekends were booked up completely for two
months. Lucas was with me all day keeping up with stuff. He had a great way
with the guests, very personable, and they really liked him.

  At about 8:30, just before closing time, a family came in looking for a
room. It was a man and his wife and a baby, about two months old. They
seemed distraught and worn out.

  "I'm sorry, we're completely full," I apologized. His shoulders visibly
slumped. His baby was getting restless, and they were obviously stressed
and tired.

  Lucas said "Mark. 108 is vacant. I just need to be sure housekeeping was
in there."

  I looked at him puzzled. He nodded.

  "Okay. If you could give us a few minutes, we'll be sure the room is
ready."

  Lucas grabbed the housekeeping cart and headed across the parking lot.

  When he returned I gave them key cards, and they were quite happy.

  "Care to explain?" I asked when they had gone.

  "They have a baby, and it was obvious they were at their wits end," he
replied.

  "Softy," I accused.

  "I'm from the streets, I can sleep anywhere. Besides, it's your busy
season. I don't want you to lose money on my account. That room can make
you some money this summer."

  "Are you sure you don't mind giving up your room?"

  "It's your room, I'm just borrowing it."

  "Okay but only on weekends, and you're not sleeping in the vending
room. You'll stay with me."

  "I won't be in your way?"

  "No. I enjoy your company. Now let's get dinner started," I said as I
locked the office door.

  Lucas even helped me in the kitchen. He always tries to earn his keep. I
really admire that. We watched tv for awhile, then it was time for bed.

  I didn't even think twice about getting undressed in front of him, I'd
been doing it for a couple of months now. I always sleep nude, so I just
got undressed. He followed my lead and started to undress. I got in my full
size bed first and said
  "Turn out the light before you come to bed."

  He had just taken off his pants, his erection pointing skyward. He looked
at the sofa, then at me. He turned out the light and soon I felt him crawl
in next to me.

  I turned my back to him and drew my legs up some. He did the same facing
the other way. His butt was against mine. I loved how it felt. My mind
flashed pictures of that beautiful butt. I could feel the soft globes and
even make out the crack. I was so hard, a cat couldn't scratch it. I wanted
to turn around and lick that butt.

  "Mark? You asleep?" he whispered in the dark.

  "No. Are you okay."

  "Yeah. I just got used to... well... you know... before bed," he
whispered.

  "Yeah, me too," I whispered back.

  A minute later, "You know when I was on the streets, I did things," he
said

  "Okay." I didn't know where this was going.

  "For money. Just so I could eat. I was starving."

  "That's understandable. What are you getting at?"

  "Well I... A couple of times I did things with guys for money."

  I realised what he was saying, and turned to face him.
  "Lucas, I'm sorry you were in that position. It must have been really
tough for you. We all do things that we're not proud of. I have too. I wish
I could have been there for you then."

  He faced me "I only did it a couple of times, and not... well
not... that."

  I had never asked him why he was on the street or anything about that
time. I wanted him to just forget about it and move forward. If he wanted
to tell me eventually, then fine, but I wasn't going to bring it up.

  I reached out to touch his face. I could feel the tears, and it broke my
heart. I wiped his cheek with my thumb. "That's in the past. I don't think
any less of you. You're a survivor. It's part of what I love about you." I
hugged him, and our bodies touched from head to foot. I could feel his
erection between us.

  "I was thinking... I... uh did that for those guys I didn't even know or
like. I really like you."

  I didn't say anything so he continued. "I like you, I should do it for
you. Please don't be mad. You've been so nice and helped me, and I want to
do something for you too."

  "Lucas, you don't have to do that. I'm still going to help you."

  "I know I don't have to. You would never ask for that. I want to."

  "I don't want you to do anything you're not comfortable with."

  "That's just it. I wasn't comfortable with those other guys. I was just
hungry. I'm very comfortable with you. I like looking at your body. I even
like your scar, because I know you got it defending us. I like looking at
your cock, I want to touch it every time I see it. I like being with you,
even laying here naked with you in the dark. I know you're hard right now,
and I know it's because you like seeing me too."

  "Okay. With one condition. I get to do you too."

  "You... want me, too? Thanks Mark. That means a lot to me."

  I reached for his cock and he reached for mine at the same time. At that
age, boys get so hard. I was surprised at how rigid it was.

  "I need to taste this. Come up here and slide it down my throat," I told
the teen. As he got near my head, I guided him into a sixty nine, so we
could suck each other at the same time.

  I had never sucked a dick, but I know what I like and tried to do that
for Lucas. My one regret was that in that dark room, I couldn't see this
marvelous boy's body.

  He placed his knees on either side of my head, I had to pull his rigid
cock away from his belly to enter my mouth. When he slid in, he let out a
moan, and continued till he was in my throat. I wanted to memorize the
feeling of every aspect of his cock. When his balls touched my nose, I
wanted to inhale them.  Then he took me into his mouth. My senses were
overwhelmed. I was experiencing a mouth giving me pleasure and the new
feeling of having a cock in my mouth at the same time. It was difficult to
process both. I wanted to enjoy his cock, and I wanted to work toward my
own orgasm as well. I couldn't concentrate on both at the same time. So
after only a few minutes I rolled him off me and went to work on his cock.

  "Oh god Mark, that feels so good." Once I got serious about sucking his
cock, he didn't last long. He started thrusting his hips up to meet my
mouth and moaning loud. I loved hearing him moan. Then his belly tightened
and I felt his urethra throb just as he delivered his essence into my
starved mouth. I swallowed my first taste of boycum, and I knew I was
hooked. I hoped he would allow me this pleasure again and again.

  I continued to suck him, not wanting it to end. I never thought I would
like having a boycock in my mouth, but I loved it. He didn't go limp, he
barely softened at all. Soon he was raising his hips up to me again. I
remembered all the times I had been amazed to see him go twice. He was
going to do it for me too.

  He lasted longer this time, and I loved feeling his cock thrusting in and
out of my mouth. Swirling my tongue around his crown and tonguing his
slit. I couldn't get enough, and I didn't tire. Then he rewarded me with
his cum again.

  I didn't want to release him, and I continued to nurse on his cock till
it softened in my mouth. Even then, he had to force me off his cock and
push me down on the bed, so he could swallow my cock. His mouth was soft
wet and warm. Better than any female mouth I had ever been in. More
importantly, he wanted to do it, not just felt like he had to, like women
do. He wanted to please me, and it showed in his enthusiasm. He went nuts
sucking my cock. And I went nuts along with him. I wanted to shove his head
all the way down on it, but restrained myself. He took as much as he could
and tried to take more. I could tell he wanted it all, but I let him do
it. The intense sensations were too strong for me and I had been built up a
long time. Soon I was giving up my load, and he swallowed as fast as he
could.

  "That was incredible. Best blow job I ever had."

  "Really? Did I do good?"

  "You were wonderful. I loved it." Lucas was a wonderful kid, but he
needed constant reassurance.

  "You were good too. I was surprised you swallowed," he said.

  "I wanted to taste you. I wouldn't have spit it out if it was on fire."

  "I spit out those two guys, but not yours. I wanted to taste it too."

  He lay down beside me and I pulled him close. Spooning behind him, I put
my arms around him and pressed our bodies together.

  "Mmm. This feels nice," he said snuggling back into me. I was aware of my
cock being in his butt crack, and tried not to get excited at the
thought. But he was right. This did feel nice. Holding someone you care
about always feel good.

  The next day we were busy all day. People in and out, asking about
restaurants and shopping. Two backed up toilets, which Lucas took care
of. A few people who had stayed with us before, complimented the new paint
and lighting. Lucas beamed when I told them he did it all.

  He seemed to be everywhere. Whatever needed doing or whoever needed
assistance, he was there. We had to stay open an extra hour, but when
you're busy, time flies.

  I took him to a nice restaurant. He insisted on wearing his tight
pants. I wasn't complaining. Since being with me, he has filled out nicely,
and all his hard work has added a lot of muscle tone. He really is
gorgeous. Girls, and even guys, stare at him when we go places. And I'm
proud to be seen with him.

  As we left the restaurant, walking to my truck, someone behind us called
out "Lucas." We turned around to see another street kid run up to us. "I
thought that was you. You look great man."

  "Hi, Tim." I could tell that Lucas wasn't happy to see this kid. "This is
my friend Mark"

  "Hey man. So, Lucas, I've been wanting to run into you. I wanted to thank
you for the food and clothes. I was shocked when they told me you had
brought it. See, this is the shirt. Well it's kinda dirty now. But thanks
for thinking of us."

  "No problem Tim. See ya man." Lucas turned to get in the truck.

  "Wait. No really thanks dude. All the guys said how neat it was for you
to do that, and the blankets too. But no one's seen you for a couple of
weeks so... well just thanks. And I'm glad you're doing good," he said
glancing at me. "And you look great."

  "Sorry I couldn't do more. Tell the guys hello. Bye." He climbed in the
truck.

  When we got home, he said "Thanks for not asking. I just took them some
clothes and stuff. They need help, but I can't do much."

  "What you do with your money is your business," I said.

  "Can I take a shower?"

  "Of course," I answered

  A minute later he called me from the bathroom. He was standing there
naked when I entered. "There's room for two in here," he said teasingly.

  I was out of my clothes in record time. Now with the lights on, I could
admire his body properly. We stood under the spray, with our bodies pressed
together. He kissed me for the first time. A tender kiss from a tender boy.

  I took the soap and started to lather his chest, working my way down. His
smooth flat belly, his hard young cock, his coltish legs, all drove me
insane. His butt, Oh my God. What a butt on this kid. I wanted to bury my
face in it.  I turned him to face me again, and drew his cock away from his
belly. His pubis called out to be licked. I couldn't restrain myself. I
licked it. It is so pure looking with only a few hairs around the very base
of his beautiful cock. I swallowed his cock and I could have died happy. He
placed his hands on my head and began a slow thrusting. I opened my throat
and let him face fuck me. He came quickly, but I knew he could go again
soon.

  We dried off and went to the bed. After cuddling for a few minutes, Lucas
lay his head on my belly and played with my cock. Stroking it slowly up and
down. I thought he was going to blow me, but then he said "Where's your
lube."

  I would settle for a hand job if that is what he wanted. "In that
drawer." He retrieved the lube and applied some to my cock. When someone
else strokes your cock with lube, it's great.

  He applied more and really got it slick. "Mark. Will you fuck me?"

  "Wait... what? Have you done that before?" I asked, still somewhat
shocked at the request.

  "No, I want you to though. That is if you want to."

  "I've wanted to since the first time I saw your beautiful butt."

  "You think I have a beautiful butt?"

  "You have an incredible butt," I assured him.

  "So, you'll do it?"

  I reached for the lube. Starting with just one finger, I began to loosen
his ass. Soon I had two in him. When I had gotten three in, I told him to
get on his hands and knees. I wanted to be able to see that butt as I
fucked it. It was so perfect, shining up at me in offering. I almost hated
to defile such a work of art. But defile it I would. I was going to plow
that ass like the north forty.

  I entered him as slowly as I could. Once passed that tight pucker, I made
incremental advances into his passage. It was as heavenly as I had
imagined. Like fucking tight warm pudding.
  His moans spurring me on, and adding to my enjoyment. I loved hearing him
moan in appreciation.

  When I had claimed every inch that I could, I pressed even harder to be
sure I had given him all of it. I held that heavenly ass by each hip,
watching, as I slowly retreated from him. I wanted to memorize the sight of
my cock extending from heaven's door. I mentally recorded the long inward
drive, and retreat, a few times before picking up the pace and letting that
ass know who owned it.

  Lucas's moans became loud cries of "OH... OH... OH" I thought I was
hurting him

  "Are you okay?" I asked.

  "DON'T STOP!" I continued to pound him. "You're making me cum. So good."

  That ass gripped me like a vice, and I unloaded in it. We collapsed
together onto the bed, still attached by my cock.

  Between ragged breaths, Lucas said "Oh my god. That was great."

  I could only manage to say "Ditto."

  Lucas woke me during the night wanting to get fucked again. I wasn't
about to disappoint the boy, so I forced myself. Yeah right. Our morning
wood encouraged us to do round three. Each time was incredible. At this
rate I was going to need another bottle of lube.

  Sunday was really busy with people in and out. We hardly had time to
catch our breath between people.  Finally closing the office, I asked Lucas
if he wanted to get lunch or go to a movie or something. He wanted to do
something alright. And it included more lube. He was turning into a real
butt slut, and I loved it.

  Holding that perfect ass while sliding in and out of it is stuff dreams
are made of. He loved feeling my balls bounce against his as I bottomed out
in his bottom. I also liked to take him on the edge of the bed with me
standing and his ankles on my shoulders. I could see the enjoyment on his
face, play with his cock, and watch his load erupt all over his stomach.

  In public he was the best behaved boy around. A great employee, who the
guests and coworkers really liked. In my bedroom, he turned into a thousand
dollar an hour whore, only without money changing hands. Willing to do
anything, and loved it all.

  Most of the holiday weekend guests were checking out on Monday. The young
couple that Lucas gave up his room for, were very grateful to him and gave
him a hundred dollar tip. Madge was due to return on Tuesday, so we had to
man the office by ourselves.

  Things had finally quieted down, and I decided to close the office a
little early so maybe I could take Lucas out. He was in the vending room
restocking the machines when I closed.

  As I approached the vending room, I heard him yelling "No! Leave me
alone!" I peeked around the door to see two big black teens with him. One
held Lucas under his shoulders and behind his head. Lucas's pants were at
his ankles, and he was struggling to break free.

  "Fust I'm gettin' me some of dat fine boy pussy. Den yore gonna open
deese machines and gimme da cash," the other thug said. He held a knife to
Lucas's throat

  As he started to unzip his pants, I stepped into the room. "I don't think
so."

  "Dis ain't nun yo bidness muthuh fuckuh," he said threatening me with the
knife.

  Three seconds later, the knife entered his leg, as I snapped his arm.

  "You've got five seconds to disappear," I said to the one holding
Lucas. He set a land speed record bolting out of the parking lot.

  Turning back to the one screaming in pain on the floor, I said, "My young
friend here doesn't want to go through the embarrassment of testifying
against you in a rape trial, so you have two options. I can call the police
and tell them I caught you robbing my machines, and your story will be the
same, and they will get you medical treatment. Or, I can wait till you
bleed to death before I make that call. Which will it be?"

  "Make da call," he pleaded.

  When the police came and I had given my statement, an ambulance took away
the broken criminal. He told the cops the same story I did, which kept
Lucas out of it. Finally things calmed down, and I was able to get back to
the apartment.

  Lucas was on me in a second. "I was so scared. Thank you. You saved my
life," he said as he kissed me. Then he asked "How did you do that? It was
so fast, I didn't even see it. I thought he was going to kill you, then
suddenly the knife was in his leg and his arm looked funky."

  "Six years in Special Ops has to be worth something," I answered. "If he
had hurt you, he'd be dead now."

  "What did he tell the cops?"

  "He said he was minding his own business, breaking into the machines, and
all of a sudden, I came out of nowhere and broke his arm. Of course that
doesn't explain how the knife got in his leg with only his fingerprints on
it. So they believed me when I told them he threatened me with the knife,
and I managed to break his arm, and he stuck the knife in his own leg. I
only directed it there, he was holding it."

  "Minding his own business, breaking into the machines? How stupid is
that?"

  "That's exactly how he put it. As if he has the right to steal from
people. Criminals are not always the smartest kids on the block."

  "Well, you deserve a reward for saving me. First I'll give you the
reward, then I'll give you what he wanted," he said as he unzipped my pants
and started sucking me.

  "Did someone sacrifice a goat in the vending room?" Madge asked when she
came in Tuesday morning.

  "You should have seen it Madge, Mark saved me," Lucas volunteered. I had
forgotten to clean up the blood, and now Lucas had to brag about what
happened. I wasn't planning to tell anyone, especially about Lucas's
involvement. As it turned out, it was a good thing. Lucas now had an excuse
to stay in my apartment.

  "Yeah, he's still pretty shaken up about it." Turning to Lucas I said "I
suppose you'll want to sleep on my couch for awhile?" He caught on quickly.

  "If you don't mind. I just don't want to be alone just yet." Then he went
on to tell Madge the whole story. Making me sound like some kind of
hero. He did ask her not to tell anyone though, and I trust her not to.

  Maria, one of the housekeepers, wasn't too happy about cleaning up all
that blood.

  Summer went well. We were busier than ever, beating the last year by a
large margin.  I had never asked Lucas why he was on the street, and he
didn't divulge that bit of information. So, when school started, I had to
ask him what he was going to do. He said he hadn't been to school in two
years, and he didn't think he could go back now. Getting in would require
parents signatures on all those forms, and besides, he didn't want to be
two years older than his classmates.

  I could understand that. I was concerned about him not going to school
though. He said he would give it some thought.

  For the next few months, Lucas worked on redecorating each room of the
place. He painted and updated everything in the room. He even hand drew
pictures, did water colors, and made the frames to hang them on. He added
small touches I would never have thought of, that made the rooms more
comfortable and inviting. He made arrangements with a local commercial
coffee supplier to have coffee/tea makers in each room. They provided the
machines and we bought the products from them.

  I noticed revenues rising, and compared current numbers to last year. We
were busier, more rooms booked for more nights, but also I found the little
shit had gone into the computer and raised prices twenty dollars a night
off season, and thirty in season. The additional charges more than made up
for what he was doing to the place.

  When he was halfway finished redecorating, he ordered new bedding sets in
different colors but the same pattern, to match the rooms new paint. The
results were fabulous. A lot of the changes he conspired with Madge to
achieve. Of course Madge cleared it with me first, she's no dummy. I
pretended not to be aware of things, but usually he would come to me and
confess some supposed line crossing.

  The kid worked his tail off all day. If he wasn't doing something for a
guest, he was painting, or stocking machines, or whatever needed
doing. Sometimes I wouldn't see him for hours.  He also donated all the old
bedding to local shelters and his street friends. I didn't mind, he earned
it, and they needed it.

  What he did for me during the day, didn't compare to what he did for me
at night. He was the most loving, receptive, and responsive, lover I ever
had or could wish for. He knew I idolized his butt, and would make sure I
saw it often. He often professed his love for me, and I would like to think
it wasn't just gratitude for taking him off the street.

  For Christmas, I gave him a new bike. He protested of course, so I told
him it was so he could run errands for us. I also gave him my virgin
ass. Something I never thought I would give to someone. I know he did it
just for me, because he was a definite bottom. He loved having my cock in
his ass, and after I gave up my cherry, I could understand. It is quite
enjoyable getting fucked by someone you love.

  In early January, he asked me if he could have Sunday's off since it was
a short day and usually not busy. I told him he could have as much time as
he wanted any day. The following Sunday, he disappeared for most of the
day. I didn't inquire as to his whereabouts, after all, I don't own the
boy. The next Sunday and the next, same thing. I was worried he had found
someplace or someone he liked better than with me.

  I also noticed him carrying a book around with him. I assumed he had
fallen for the Harry Potter books that all the kids seem to love.

  His birthday is February 4th, I finally pried from him. But under the
threat of bodily harm, I wasn't allowed to buy him anything. I did manage
to get him to let me bake him a cake. I offered to throw him a party. Also
declined.

  To be honest, I felt outsourced. I took care of the books, and manned the
phones on weekends, but he did everything else. I don't know where he found
the time to do half the shit he did.

  Lucas took me to dinner on the one year anniversary of my leaving him the
key to 108. Then wore me out completely in bed that night.

  Three weeks after Memorial day weekend, I was in the office on Sunday
afternoon. A man came in and asked for me by name.

  "I'm Mark. What can I do for you?"

  "My name is Alfred Peters. I'm the superintendent of the school
district. I just wanted to meet you."

  Shit, we're in trouble now. I thought. But why would the superintendent
be taking interest in one truant boy.

  "Okay. May I ask why?"

  "Perhaps I should explain. The last day of school before, our Christmas
break, I got a phone call. It was some kid who said he wanted to meet with
me. Usually this kind of thing is someone doing a report for a teacher. You
know, like 'what do I want to be when I grow up'. I'm sorry to say I blew
him off saying that I would be glad to meet with him when school resumed.

  "The first day back, Lucas was at my office at seven, when my secretary
came in. She explained that I was busy and since he didn't have an
appointment, odds were I wouldn't see him. He was still there when I came
in at eight. He was still there at eleven, when she explained to him that I
would be taking a lunch break from noon to one thirty. He finally left,
only to return with a McDonald's bag. She came into my office and informed
me of what was going on, so I said to send him in and I would take care of
it.

  "I have to tell you, he is quite a different kid than I'm used to dealing
with, and I've dealt with all kinds. He bought me lunch, just to have a few
minutes of my time. I was impressed enough to cancel my lunch appointment,
and listen to him.

  "He told me that although he really wanted to finish his education, under
no circumstances, would he be attending. Now at that time I didn't even
know his name. So I told him that school was required by law etc. He told
me to kiss his ass he wasn't going, and If I didn't want to help him, he
would find someone that would.

  "There was something about the way he said it that made me ask why he
needed help. It took awhile for him to tell me a bit about
his... uh... situation. Now, I'm a bit of a stickler for rules and
regulations, but he convinced me to bend the rules a little. He promised
that if I helped him, he would work hard and do whatever it takes to get an
education.

  "I managed to get his name from him, after I explained that I needed to
see what he needed to move ahead. Looking into his records I discovered he
is very bright, and only these unfortunate circumstances have prevented him
from excelling scholastically. I agreed to help him as long as he kept up.

  "I have to say, he is one impressive boy. Lucas has completed 6th and 7th
grades, and is halfway through 8th, in less than five months."

  I was in complete shock. "So that's what he's been doing on Sundays?
Studying?"

  "No. He studies in his spare time, he says. On Sundays, he earns my
help. Now, don't misunderstand that. He insisted on earning my help. He
said he would do odd jobs for me, so that I wasn't too inconvenienced by
helping him, supplying his books etc. He has done work for me and several
teachers that have given their time to test him and such. I knew now was a
good time to come see you, because he's painting the shed in my backyard."

  I had to sit down. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I was having
trouble figuring out how he did all the things he does around here. Now I
find out he's also studying and working away from here.

  After a moment, I said "So what can I do to help?"

  "I didn't come to ask for your help. I honestly came just to meet
you. You see, over these few months, myself and the teachers have been
amazed by how dedicated Lucas is. We've been able to get very little
information from him other than what's in his school records, which in
itself is disturbing.

  "Last Sunday, when he finished mowing my yard, I handed him a bottle of
water, and started a little chit chat. I asked him why he worked so hard
and insisted on doing these things. He said he wanted to earn his own way,
and most of all, he wanted to make you proud of him.

  "In my years around parents and children, I have seen many cases where
fathers ignore their children and the child usually feels like the father
isn't proud of them or even love them. They don't think they meet the
standards their parents set or whatever. These kids usually end up badly,
and I suspect Lucas's family life was even worse.

  "I asked him a few more questions. To be honest, I wanted to be sure he
wasn't being mistreated. I found that you inspire him. He said you were the
greatest man he knew. You've sacrificed for our country, and you took him
in, without expectations. He mentioned that you also saved him from some
bad guys. But most importantly you saved him emotionally. He was near the
end of his rope, when you gave him hope and showed him he was of
value. Which I assure you was not the case at home."

  "Oh, and don't let him know I came here. He would be upset that I broke a
confidence. I really just wanted to meet the man who inspired such a
remarkable young man."

  "You don't know the half of it. Let me show you something," I took out
one of our old brochures. It showed the building and the rooms as they used
to look.

  "This is what this place looked like a year ago." Then I gave him our new
brochure. "This is now. He did all that while completing his school
work. He also practically runs this place. Look, see that watercolor in
that picture? He painted that too. He decorated all the rooms, giving each
it's own personality. He painted the exterior when he first came here, he
even chose the colors.

  "Lucas deserved every compliment I paid him. He's a wonderful kid. Now,
let me ask you something. What are we going to do about it? I have no legal
authority over him. There's not much I can do."

  "Mark, every teacher dreams of having students like Lucas. The reality
is, there are damn few of them. My staff and I have already decided that we
were going to see to it that Lucas goes as far as he wants, even if we have
to break every rule in the book. We've already made quite a dent in the
book. He doesn't make it easy when he insists on never getting anything for
free. He won't take charity of any kind. We have been hard pressed to find
things for him to do so he can earn his way."

  "Hey. I know the feeling. He wouldn't even let me give him a fucking
birthday present."

  We exchanged business cards, and over the next two years I had a few
occasions to speak to him. The last was to let me know that Lucas was going
to walk across the stage at graduation with the class he never met.

  They were also shocked to see their valedictorian was a sixteen year old
they had never seen. Lucas was awarded many scholarships, and now, at the
age of nineteen, is starting medical school. He is always busy, and still
manages to come see me whenever possible.

The End

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