Date: Thu, 16 Sep 2010 03:56:05 -0700 (PDT)
From: Randy Howard <randyhoward2@yahoo.com>
Subject: Desire of the Ages Chapter One

Hunter's hair was the color of dark coffee beans, a dark espresso, drawn
back and tied at the nape of his neck. His face was that of an angel, or
was it a demon, strength and power, with a sensual mouth hinted at
seduction; his hooded eyes were green emeralds, perfect jewels, and they
held pure black magic which hypnotized the boy.

Hunter's jeweled eyes touched the boy's face again, thoughtful, holding a
thousand secrets, unmistakably possessive. His eyes made him feel as if he
belonged to him, as if he had a right to him and all that he was.

Those eyes, Hunter's eyes, drifted over his face again, noting the shadows,
the longing, that were lingering in his ice blue gaze. The boy's heart was
pounding, longing, his body trembling in his arms. He pushed at the wall of
Hunter's chest, found his hands against the heat of his skin. Hunter merely
tightened his hold, amusement spreading warmth to his body, and this with
just the touch of his eyes.

Hunter allowed his chin to brush the top of his silky blond hair, feeling
the jolt in the core of his soul. "I love you," he said the words softly,
wrapping the boy up in them as if they were firelight or sunshine.

"Would you make love with me," Hunter asked, his eyes burning with desire
on the boy's face, over it, dwelling on his mouth, his full lips before
returning to his large blue eyes.

Hunter looked so alone, so proud, yet his eyes burned with a hungry need
and desire... and it was for this gorgeous boy that desire. The boy had
never known another man; Hunter's touch filled his entire being with
emotions that were bombarding the boy, in it was a type of seduction. As
their lips met, the boy shivered from the electricity that flowed between
them. Hunter wrapped his strong masculine arms around him, enveloping him
in warmth, in his musky, masculine scent and smiled his smile, that smile
that made the boy's heart beat faster.

Hunter's hands were working magic, slipping to the nape of the boy's neck,
his fingers strong...hypnotic. His hands moved seductively across his
shoulders, his chest, and came to rest at his nipples... he leaned down and
kissed each tender one, before returning to his lips.

Hunter inhaled that hypnotic boy scent, taking him into his body, enjoying
the sight and the smell of him in his bed, the feel of his silky hair, and
his soft skin under his fingertips. Need slammed into him, hard and urgent
and, as painful as the ache was, he was determined to be gentle with the
boy.

The boy had never felt such feelings before, but yet they seemed so
familiar, natural, and his emotions were sharp, clear and they caused a
sweet ache in his body. He liked being in his bed, liked the way the fire
from the hearth danced in Hunter's eyes and the way the shadows clung so
lovingly to his face. He memorized every inch of it, knew that if he closed
his eyes, the picture would still be there, the high, defined cheekbones,
his nose so Roman, and his sensuous mouth... that mouth whose taste was an
aphrodisiac to Evan, to his senses, it intoxicated him.

The boy's tongue moistened his lips with a small, seductive gesture.
"Hunter," his voice was hesitant, as he studied his lover's face, searching
out his eyes. "Make love to me sweetheart," he said, with his voice now
demanding, yearning, and his need adamant for the man, his body, and his
love.

Hunter's eyes were that of a hunter, predatory, and for a moment the
firelight gleamed red, so that his eyes glowed like that of a wolf's in the
night. "I want to make love to you, and to take you to places in your mind
that only your soul could comprehend," he whispered, Hunter's voice was
pure seduction, his smile seductive, as his fingers curled around the nape
of the boy's neck, pulling him closer, their mouth, their tongues, joining
in the pure bliss of a kiss.

He felt the power of Hunter's kiss right down to his toes. His body was on
fire, it ached, and he felt such a part of Hunter, surrounded by him,
enveloped by him and his love. When Hunter's cock entered him, he felt
white heat, lightning, and the ground beneath them seemed to shift and
roll. Hunter pulled the boy's slender form against his male length, his
body aggressive, his mouth dominating, sweeping him into a world of pure
feelings as Hunter's cock slid fully into his lover.

He could only cling to Hunter, a safe harbor in his storm of emotions.
Hunter's arms tightened, pinning the boy to his body, possessive,
confident, his hold unbreakable. Hunter was burning inside, consumed by
fire, liquid fire coursing through his young body, and hiss body was
pliable as Hunter began his slow movements, careful not to hurt his young
lover. The boy was moving against him sensually, his chest aching for
attention, as his nipples pushed erotically against the thick hair of
Hunter's chest.

Hunter's thumb brushed against the boy's nipple, sending waves of heat
coursing through his young body, making him weak, so only Hunter's arms
held him up. Hunter's tongue moved from the boy's mouth and began licking
at his neck, that tender spot just behind his ear, following a trail that
would eventually lead to the boy's nipples.

There it was again, that same white-hot heat, burning so intense that in
his body was coiling with need, burning for Hunter, craving him as one
craves water to quench a burning thirst. But his need, his desire, his
cravings, they could not be quenched.

Hunter followed the path, his path, sweeping across the sensitive skin of
the boy's chest, nibbling each nipple until he licked his way back up to
his mouth. He clung to Hunter's hips, their rhythm increasing, his
jackhammer of pleasure, riveting deep into his velvet sheaf.  He ran his
hands through the thickness of Hunter's chest hair, caressing Hunter's
hard, brown nipples, his own hips rising to meet each movement, thrust for
thrust, their hearts beating as one.

Hunter let the sexual ecstasy wash over him, through him, take possession
of him, all the while watching the glide of the boy's body, the way his
muscles moved beneath his skin, the way his chest pushed against his chest,
and his nipples teased and tempted him. The sheer enjoyment on his face,
Hunter's thoughts, completely taken up with giving the boy pleasure, was
enough to send Hunter over his edge. He picked up the rhythm, thrusting
down as the boy thrust upward, driving Hunter's cock deep into boy.

Each stroke took the boy's breath, took the beating of his heart, his body
caressed Hunter's, until they both dropped over the edge. Hunter felt his
ass muscles contract, grip, squeeze, and grasp until they both went up in
flames together, their climaxes exploding in unison. Repeatedly, Hunter's
cock spewed, giving to the boy the elixir of life, the boy's head thrashed,
left to right, unable to comprehend the intensity of his climax, and the
feelings of ecstasy that Hunter's erupting cock was giving him.

"Will it always be like this," the boy questioned.

"Always, forever and ever, because your body, your heart was meant for me,
and mine for you," Hunter said, his climax waning.

A shiver hit both of them as the afterglow of the lovemaking enthralled
them. Hunter gently pulled out and lay beside the boy, unable to move,
wanting to laugh, cry, and shout with joy. His fingers found the boy's;
they tangled and held on as the aftershocks rocked them. Hunter believed in
living life to the fullest, but until this boy came into his life, he had
reconciled to himself that he would be doing it alone. Now, for the first
time in his life, he felt complete and filled with utter satisfaction, a
feeling of peace.

"I love you baby boy," he whispered, pulling the boy to him, Hunter's mouth
covering his.

"Mmmmm," he moaned into Hunter's mouth, as their tongues danced.

Rrrrriiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnggggg, Rrrrriiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnggggg, the alarm
went off and Hunter sat up quickly, dazed, his body sticky with his own
seed, and confused by his surroundings.

"Damn it, it was only a dream," he yelled out, sweating profusely from his
erotic dream.

But the dream felt so real to Hunter, he could still smell the essence of
the boy, his taste, his beauty, and it tore at Hunter's heart.

"Am I doomed to live a life alone?" he asked, rising from his bed and
slowly, methodically, he walked to his bathroom.

He turned on the shower, stepped into its spray, and he let it wash away
the tears that he shed, shed for the boy, his mystery lover, and he cried
unbridled.

"I love you, whoever you are baby boy," he whispered, wishing that they had
met.

***

"Hey partner... damn you look like shit today," Mike, his partner on the
police force stated, looking at the tired, distressed look on Hunter's
face.

"I'm fine Mike, I didn't get much sleep," Hunter said, slipping in behind
the wheel of their cruiser.

They drove off, taking the usual route of their beat, their eyes ever
vigilant for trouble as they drove. After several turns, they finally
finished their round at the Riverfront Park. The park was supposed to draw
family's downtown to the Connecticut River front, but it seemed that all it
drew was druggies and men looking for sex.

"What's going on over there," Mike asked, pointing over to a small crowd
that was forming along the edge of the river.

Hunter parked the cruiser and along with Mike, got out and walked over to
where the people had gathered.

"There's a body down there officer," one Hispanic man pointed out, his
fishing pole in his hand, and his morning's catch in a bucket beside him.

"Mike, call for back up and get the coroner's office also," Hunter said,
pushing through the crowd and stopping when he saw the body.

It was a boy, no more than sixteen, naked and lying face down on the river
bank, half of his body in the water. Hunter hurried down the steep incline
and stood beside the boy. Kneeling down to check for a pulse, he shook his
head when he could not find one, looking up at Mike, who was coming down to
join him.

"He's dead," Hunter said, looking up again at Mike, swallowing back the
tears that were in his throat, knowing that if he let them rise, he'd never
stop.

"Come on Hunter, let's wait up on the sidewalk for the team," Mike said,
gently pulling Hunter to his feet.

Mike Fisher was a sensitive man, sensitive when it came to Hunter that
is. He knew that Hunter was gay, and even though he was married, it
bothered him that Hunter had no one to love, or more importantly, love
him. Mike was a much older man than Hunter, fifteen years older than
Hunter's twenty-five.

"I'm ok Mike...really I am," Hunter said as he and Mike ascended the steep
slope. "It's gotta be that same killer, this makes what... five now Mike?"

"We don't know if it is, and if it is, yes five," Mike said.

"Oh come on Mike, he's naked and his body dumped along the river, just like
those other boys. Would you care to wager that there's an `F' cut on his
chest?" Hunter asked.

"No Hunter, I know that you're right, but damn it man, why is he doing this
shit to boys, especially when there are drug dealers, crack heads, and all
kinds of society's trash around here?" Mike asked, barely able to control
his hanger.

The team arrived within minutes, Hunter and Mike dispersed the crowd while
the CSI team did their job. Hunter was silent, his mind drifting off to the
boy of his dream, "could this have been him," he thought. "This boy had the
same long blond hair and their build is identical," he thought, whispering
it at the same time.

"What boy, you mentioned a boy?" Mike asked looking at Hunter confused.

"No one in particular, just a boy that I heard about somewhere Mike,"
Hunter said, not looking at Mike, but at the boy's body as the coroner's
team placed him in a body bag.

"You were right Hunter, he had that letter `F' on his chest," Mike said.
"It's the River Slayer's fifth victim," he added.

Hunter couldn't take it any longer, "are we good to go," he yelled over to
one of the detectives.

"Yeah Hunter, you can take off, and thanks for the help," George, the head
of the CSI team said.

"Hey Hunter, how about a beer after work," Mike asked as they walked back
to their cruiser, "I'll meet you at the usual, using his code for the Pub,
a gay bar that he had seen Hunter entering once, thus exposing Hunter's
sexuality to him.

"Sounds good Mike," Hunter said, although he wasn't interested in Mike, he
needed a distraction from his obsessive thoughts about this boy in his
dream and Mike would be just that.

"I'll call the wife once we get back and meet you there," Mike said,
getting in the driver's side.

Off duty, their day done, and showered, Hunter headed over to the Pub. Mike
came along for what was going to be one beer and then head home to his
wife, leaving Hunter there so he could get lucky. Hunter was sitting at the
bar when this gorgeous boy, came strolling through the door.

Hunter's eyes recognized him instantly, the long blond hair, ice blue eyes,
this was the boy from his dream. Hunter watched him, as he casually look
over the bar, taking a seat at the opposite end of the bar. Like the boy in
his dreams, he didn't look more than sixteen. Hunter was about to get up
and move over to the empty seat beside the boy, when another man came
through the door and took the seat beside the boy.

"Damn, he would come now," Hunter grumbled.

"Hey buddy, do you want another beer," Mike asked, bringing Hunter back
from his thoughts and Hunter raised his empty bottle of Land Shark beer up
in the air.

"Hey Gary," Mike said, calling the bartender, "how about two more of
these," he asked, raising his bottle of Land Shark toward Gary.

"Sure thing handsome," Gary said which caused Mike to blush.

Mike was very handsome, tall and very well built. He had dreamy eyes of
blue and close crop blond hair, just what Gary liked in a man.

"Why does he do that Hunter, you know, flirt with me like that?"

"Didn't you know Mike, Gary likes the married dudes, and he figures that if
you're in here, you're available," he told him smiling.

"Here you go sweetie," Gary said, setting the beers down in front of Mike
and Hunter, and when Mike handed him a ten, Gary refused.

"They're on me handsome, could I interest you in anything else," Gary
asked, his elbows resting on the bar and his head resting in his hands.

"I...I ... oh shit I gotta piss," Mike stammered and hurried off to the
men's room.

"Could you watch the bar for me Hunter, I suddenly have a need to use the
men's room," Gary said and left without waiting for Hunter's answer. "Oh
yeah, get that underage boy out of here, before we lose our license," he
said suddenly noticing the boy at the bar.

Chuckling to himself, Hunter got up and went around the bar, walking
directly over to where the boy was sitting. Just as approached the boy, the
boy got up and left with the man that had taken the seat beside him. Hunter
watched him, his eyes burning with desire for the boy, and he so wanted to
follow him. His anger rolled beneath him, stirring jealousy up in
Hunter. Hunter watched the man work his charm on the boy as they walked out
and the boy apparently didn't seem interested, because the more charm the
man poured out, the more aggravated the boy became.

"I told you no, what part of that don't you understand," the boy asked
pausing at the door.

"Wait a minute you little cock tease," the man said grabbing the boy by the
arm.

"Let go of me you prick... I already told you that I'm not interested in
you," he shouted, struggling to get free from the man's grip. "I need to
get home," he added.

The man raised his right hand and crossed the boy's face hard, knocking him
to the floor. He grabbed the boy by the arm, pulled him out the door, to
where they struggled more. Gary was just coming out of the men's room,
wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, and Hunter hopped the bar,
making a mad dash for the door.

"I got trouble outside Gary... tell Mike to meet me outside," he yelled
just before exiting the bar.

He looked around, first down the street, and then up the street, but there
was no sign of either of the two. He was walking toward the curb to cross
the street, when a scream came from a nearby alley. Hunter, hurried towards
the sound, his heart pounding against his chest, and there in the alley was
the man and boy. He was tearing the clothes off the boy, hitting and
slapping him with his fists whenever the boy struggled. Hunter grabbed the
man's arm as he was about to strike the boy again, turning the man to face
him, and then struck him hard to the face.

The man quickly regained his ground, striking out at Hunter, and landing a
hit directly to Hunter's face, leaving a deep cut behind. Hunter was livid
now, seeing red, and his breathing rapid. He ducked the man's second
attempt to hit him, landing his own right fist to the man's stomach, and
then hitting him with his left. Hunter, consumed with rage, beat the man
hard, unmercifully, not caring if he was killing him, but concerned only
with protecting the boy. The boy stood there in shock, fear gripping his
heart as he watched Hunter, now kneeling on the man, giving blow after blow
to the man's face. Mike came running, pulled Hunter off, Hunter turned on
Mike and was about to swing at him when he realized who it was.

"Hunter stop... you're going to kill the guy," Mike yelled, trying to calm
his friend.

"He was hurting the boy and I was simply protecting him," Hunter said,
looking past Mike and into the boy's eyes.

He could see the fear in his eyes, and it was directed at Hunter. Hunter
calmed down, walked over to the boy, and he placed his hands on the boy's
shoulders, pulling him into a tight embrace.

"Are you alright... did that man hurt you," Hunter asked, looking at the
boy's swollen eye, and the cuts that covered his beautiful face.

"I'm good... leave me alone mister," the boy exclaimed, pushing away from
Hunter.

"I'm not going to hurt you son," Hunter said, taking a couple of steps
toward him.

"You're just like my dad... he said the same thing just before beating me,"
the boy said, stepping back and hurrying over to Mike. "Help me
mister... don't let him touch me," he begged.

"Calm down son... no one is going to hurt you," Mike said, his voice calm
and low, trying to sooth the boy that was in his arms. "What's you name son
and how old are you," Mike asked, his hand held up behind the boy's back to
keep Hunter from coming closer.

"Evan, why... I didn't do anything wrong, that man was attacking me," he
said.

"I didn't say that you did Evan, now how old are you?" Mike asked, again
his voice was calm and warming.

"Fifteen and I don't need your sympathy," he said, pulling away from Mike.

"Listen Evan, Hunter and I are both police officers and only want to help
you," Mike offered.

Evan looked at Mike and then over to Hunter, his fear toward Hunter was
great in his mind. Evan stood beside Mike, Mike's arms wrapped tightly
around him. Hunter knelt before Evan, his green eyes locked on Evan's blue
ones.

"I would never harm you Evan, never, ever would I raise a hand in anger
against you," Hunter whispered, his heart aching, as well as breaking, for
the boy. "Let me take you to the hospital and have you checked out," Hunter
asked, begged, pleaded, he needed Evan's acceptance.

Evan looked up at Mike, his eyes asking direction, and then his gaze
returned to the tall man before him. "Go Evan, Hunter speaks the truth, he
would never hurt you son," Mike's voice assured him.

Reluctantly, he reached out to Hunter's hand that was extended toward
him. Evan placed his hand in Hunter's and allowed the man to lead him out
of the alley. Hunter could tell that the anger, the rage, that he had shown
toward Evan's attacker had placed doubt and mistrust in Evan.

"I promise you Evan with my life that I will in no way harm you, nor will I
allow another to harm you also." Hunter promised, his eyes glossy with
tears.

"Ok, I believe you sir," he timidly answered, his voice barely above a
whisper.

***

At the hospital, Hunter stayed beside the boy, making sure that he was safe
and that the doctor treating him was gentle. Hunter watched as the nurse
and doctor cut off the boy's bloody clothing, exposing his creamy, perfect
boy skin. His slim, boyish, perfect body was already showing the legacy of
his beating. Blackish blue blotches were scattered about his chest, arms
and stomach. Hunter's eyes clouded up once again, when he saw the affects
of the man's abuse.

Hunter watched as the nurse cut away Evan's blood soaked briefs, revealing
a boy cock that was slender and rather long for a boy of his age.

"How old are you young man," the doctor asked, shooting a glaring look at
Hunter.

"Fifteen," he whispered, his face pale and ashen.

"Can you tell me who did this to you," the doctor asked, noticing the cuts
and dried blood on Hunter's hands.

"Some man pulled me into this alley when I was walking on Chestnut Street,
and began to beat me up," he whispered, his tears welling up, and several
broke loose and ran down his beautiful face.

"I'm going to give you a shot son, it'll help you with the pain, and let
you rest while I examine your bruises."

The doctor injected the medicine into the iv that the nurse had started as
soon as Evan had been brought in. Motioning to Hunter to follow him, the
doctor left the room, and Hunter immediately followed him.

"First of all officer, I want to apologize for those accusing looks that I
gave you, I had assumed, because of the cuts and blood on your hands that
you had done this to him," the doctor confessed.

"I assumed that doctor and no hard feelings. I would have assumed the same,
had I been in your position," Hunter assured him.

"Thank you," the doctor said. "Also, that shot should knock him out for a
few hours while I have him x-rayed for any internal injuries," he walked
over to an orderly and spoke quietly with him. "He's going to take the boy
upstairs to radiology and have some pictures taken of the boy's insides."

"Can I wait here for him," Hunter asked, afraid to let Evan from his sight,
now that he had found him.

"Yes, he'll be brought down here as soon as he's..." the nurse calls out
for the doctor.

"Doctor Graham, the boy's blood pressure is dropping rapidly," she said,
professional, but her voice carried the concern for Evan in it.

"He must be bleeding internally, lets get him to the Operating Room, stat,"
he ordered, the nurse already preparing the gurney for transport.

Hunter stood there in shock, watching his dream's reality being rolled
away. He sat hard in the chair beside him, and he began to pray in earnest
for Evan. Another nurse came in and directed Hunter to a waiting room, and
she assured him that the doctor would meet with him as soon as he could. He
sat alone, the room empty, he was praying, and that was how Mike found him
when he arrived.

"How is the boy," Mike asked, Hunter brought him up to speed, not even
bothering to ask if the man that had caused Evan's injuries, was alive or
dead. "You did a damn thorough job on that man; he's gonna be one hurting
bastard when he comes to. He's over in the operating room now; some doctor
is working to fix the breaks that you caused.

"I hope the bastard dies," Hunter said, and he really meant every word of
it.

"You'd better pray that he doesn't Hunter, because it won't be too good for
you," Mike assured him. "Why don't you get your wounds documented, that cut
on your face doesn't look to good," Mike said, pointing to the cut on
Hunter's right cheek.

"I guess you're right, this way my wounds can justify my actions," he said,
getting up and walking over to a nurse. "When its possible ma'am, could I
have a doctor address my cuts," Hunter asked.

"Come with me, Doctor Jameson can look at you now," she said, leading
Hunter to a room.

Twenty minutes later, Hunter returned to the waiting area, his face
bandaged and his hands wrapped to cover his deep cuts.

"Damn Hunter, you look like a mummy," Mike said with amusement in his
voice.

"So tell me buddy, did you and Gary have a good time in the bathroom at the
bar?" Hunter asked, and instantly, Mike's face turned red. "Never mind
answering me, your face already did," Hunter said, chuckling softly.

"I feel so guilty Hunter, I betrayed Mary's trust in my fidelity to her,"
Mike said quietly. "But damn that man made me totally forget about her, do
you suck cock as good as Gary does," he asked.

"Better my friend... so much better," Hunter mused. "Why, do you want to
give me a turn on that cock of yours?"

"You wish, and don't even think that I don't see how you look at my naked
body whenever we are in the shower together."

"Now I see how it is, it's my looking at your body that has caused those
sudden erections," Hunter said laughing. "And don't think for one minute
Mike that your gazing at my body, has gone unnoticed."

"Well it's not like one can help it man, what with that cock sticking out
like some appendage, just waiting to strike.  How long is it, eight or nine
inches?" he asked.

"Ten, but I see that you have noticed, what are you Mike, a bi-curious?"
Hunter asked.

"Nooooo," Mike said defensively. "I was just asking, is all," he retorted.

"Mr. Davis, can I have a word with you?" the doctor treating Evan asked,
surprising both Hunter and Mike with his sudden appearance.

"Is the boy all right doctor," Hunter asked, quickly standing to meet the
doctor's eyes with his own.

Before the doctor spoke, have gave a quick glance at Mike, worried about
their privacy in discussing Evan's welfare.

"Whatever you need to say doctor, you can say in front of my friend here,"
Hunter said, assuring the doctor that Mike had his confidence and trust.

"Thank you Mr. Davis, now about the young boy, he is going to be fine but
he's in need of some loving care. He had a severe blow to his head, and
he's been quite traumatized by his attacker."

"I got that much after we rescued him doctor."

"I've also called in social services, he told me that he has been living on
the streets here, and that is not acceptable to me. A Mrs. Branson is on
her way here and will be talking with you. I assured her that you had the
boy's welfare and health as your top priority," he said.

"I do doctor, and thank you for your vote of confidence," Hunter said, and
then he noticed a striking young lady enter the waiting room. "I bet you're
Mrs. Branson," he said, looking at her and noticing how business like she
appeared.

"I am and you are..." she asked, direct and to the point.

"Hunter Davis ma'am," he said, extending his hand in greeting.

"Yes," she shook his hand and got right to the point, "I understand that
you have been concerned about a..." she paused to glance at her notes, "a
young man named Evan Wilson?" she stated.

"I am ma'am; he is way too young to be out on the streets and at the mercy
of thugs like the man that assaulted him. My fellow partner here and I were
the police officers that saved Evan from his attacker." She glanced over a
Mike, didn't smile or acknowledge him, but got right on with the business
at hand.

"Well as a police officer, you know that our system is having a hard time
with placing children into good and safe foster homes. The good doctor here
assured me that you would make a fine candidate to foster young Evan. Is
this going to be a problem for you, and also, is there a Mrs. Davis?"

"No ma'am," she raised an eyebrow looking at him, "I'm single but own my
own home and can provide Evan with a stable and safe home to live in," he
assured her.

"Well this raises a problem, because we are accustomed to placing children
in a foster home with two parents," she said, tapping her pen on the top of
her clipboard. "But, as I said earlier, we don't have enough foster
homes. What shift do you work Mr. Davis?" she asked, pen poised and ready
to write.

"First shift ma'am, the seven to three shift at the Springfield Police
department," he said, worried that he may not get Evan placed into his
care.

She looked long and hard at him, and as if noticing his bandages for the
first time, inquired about his injuries.

"What happened to you officer," she asked, pointing with her pen at the
bandages. "I also want you to know that he's from a very abusive home, his
father beat him repeatedly, as well as he did to Evan's mother. He's run
away from the last two foster homes that we have placed him in, so be
aware, he may do the very same with you," she advised.

"Well to answer your question about my bruises, they are just some cuts and
bruises that I got, while I was fighting off Evan's attacker," he stated.

"I see, and are you prone to violence officer, because as I said, Evan
comes from a very abusive environment?"

"Are you kidding ma'am, why Hunter here is the most gentle and caring
officer that we have on the force," Mike said, standing and lending support
to his friend.

"My question was directed to Mr. Davis," she stated coolly and without
looking at Mike, but keeping her eyes on Hunter's eyes.

"No ma'am I'm not, I would rather use diplomacy instead of violence to
avoid any confrontation," he assured her, again the eyebrows raised.

"I see," was all she said and began writing on some papers. "Would you sign
your name here... and here... and also here," she said, pointing out where
Hunter needed to sign.

"What am I signing ma'am," Hunter asked, taking the pen from the woman.

"This is a temporary release form placing Evan into your care," she said,
smiling for the first time since she arrived, and Hunter gladly signed on
each noted line. "You can release Evan to Mr. Davis' care doctor that is
once he is able to be released."

"He should be ready to leave in about another hour," he said, shaking hands
with her and Hunter before leaving the room.

"This temporary order will be evaluated in thirty days Mr. Davis. At which
time a court will assess both yours and Evan's relationship."

"Relationship ma'am," Hunter questioned.

"Yes relationship officer, to make sure that both of you are happy, Evan as
a foster son, and you as his foster father," she said. "Don't worry," she
said placing her hand on Hunter's, "a judge seldom removes a child from his
or her foster home, unless the child's welfare is being jeopardized."

"I see, and thank you ma'am for letting me provide a good home for the
boy," Hunter said.

"You are quite welcome officer, now I must be going, another case awaits my
attention," she said, placing the paper work into her briefcase and leaving
the room.

"Well look at you buddy, a daddy," Mike said smiling, patting his friend on
the back in admiration. "If you need any pointers with the boy, my son
Mathew would be happy to come over and lend his assistance."

"Thanks pal, but I would like to see if Evan and I can bond first, and if
not, then I'll be screaming for your help," he said sitting down, a broad
smile crossing his face. "My God me a dad," he said to himself, sitting
back in the chair feeling all warm and fuzzy.

The two of them sat talking for another hour, and then Evan came out,
accompanied by the doctor.

"Well he's all yours Mr. Davis and here are his prescriptions," the doctor
said, Hunter noticed the worry on Evan's face.

"Thank you doctor," Hunter said, taking the papers from the doctor.

Placing his arm across the boy's shoulder, Evan felt Evan's panic and the
boy pulled slightly away from him.

"I'm not going to hurt you son," Hunter said, lowering his head down to
kiss the top of Evan's hair.

He had a boy scent, clean, and with a slight smell of antiseptic mixed
in. Hunter tightened his hold, protective, comforting, but he could feel
Evan's reluctance to leave with him.

"Are you going to be there with me," Evan asked, looking at Mike with
pleading eyes.

"I can't son, I have my own family, but I can tell you that you will be
loved and taken care of with Hunter here," Mike assured him.

"I guess it'll be alright," Evan said, but his voice didn't convince
Hunter, nor himself.

"I'll see you tomorrow at work buddy," Mike said. "You take good care of
Evan here," Mike said, ruffling Evan's hair before heading off toward his
own car.

***

Safe and secure inside Hunter's truck, Hunter reached over and patted
Evan's thigh to assure him that all was well.

"I don't know what kind of life you had Evan, but I assure you that you
will never be abused again."

"Yeah right, until I piss you off and you take out your anger on me," Evan
thought, remembering the brutal beatings he had received from his drunken
father, and how his mother had taken them for him, whenever she could.

Evan loved his mother, and his eyes filled with tears, as he remembered how
the state police officer had knocked at his door, telling him about the car
accident that had claimed his mom and dad's life.

"What's wrong son, please Evan, talk to me," Hunter asked, noticing the
boy's tears running down his bruised face.

"I'm good... it's just the pain of my injuries," Evan lied, unable to trust
Hunter still.

Hunter knew that it was more, but he wasn't going to push the issue,
instead he decided not to push the boy until Evan was ready.

"Are you hungry Evan?" he asked.

"Yes sir," Evan stated politely and quietly.

"Listen Evan," Hunter said a little to loud, and Hunter's tone suddenly
caused the boy to shrink away and toward the truck's door.

"Please don't hit me sir," Evan begged, holding his arms up defending his
face.

Hunter pulled over to the side of the road, through the truck in park, and
pulled Evan to him. "I wasn't going to hit you son, I have never, as long
as I have been alive, have I ever struck a kid," he assured Evan.

Evan's body was trembling as Hunter held him close and it broke the young
cop's heart.

"What possible abuse did this boy endure, to make him afraid of me?" Hunter
asked in his mind, no remembering that Evan had witnessed the beating that
Hunter had given Evan's attacker.

He held him close, letting the boy cry, Hunter could feel the boy's pain as
if it was him literally experiencing it. "Shhhh," Hunter whispered, rubbing
the boy's back, trying his best to be tender and soothing to him.

"I'm ok now sir, you can release me," Evan suddenly said, pulling away from
Hunter.

"Are you sure son?" he asked. "All I was going to tell you Evan, before you
became afraid, was that you could call me Hunter, instead of sir," he told
the boy.

"Ok sir...err Hunter," Evan said, wiping his eyes with the back of his
hands. "How about we stop to grab a bite to eat before going home," Hunter
asked, Evan nodded softly, while his eyes stared straight ahead.

"It's a good thing that your father is dead Evan, because I could just kill
him for what he's done to you," Hunter thought, looking over at the hurting
boy.

***

Their first evening together at home found Evan quiet, distrusting of
Hunter, and keeping a safe distance between them. Hunter knew that there
were walls, high and guarded, around Evan's heart. His father, he found out
once he called Mrs. Branson, had not only physically abused Evan, but he
had also sexually abused him, leaving the boy mistrusting of men. Although
Evan was gay, whenever he got into a sexual situation with a man, his past
would flood his memory and he'd freak out. So it was that when it became
bedtime, Hunter made sure that Evan felt alone and safe in his room.

"Evan, you bedroom door locks, so if you feel safer, you can lock your
door," Hunter told him. "My room is down the hall, I sleep with the door
closed, but not locked."

Evan said nothing, but sat on his bed, with his knees pulled to him, and
his arms wrapped securely around them. He nodded to Hunter that he
understood, and after Hunter had left the room, Hunter could hear Evan
locking the door.

Hunter undressed, showered, and then slipped into bed, and he just laid
there, unable to sleep because his mind was on Evan.

"What can I possibly do to convince the boy, to convince him that I am not
a threat to him?" he whispered, his heart breaking for the pain that Evan
was suffering.

***

Along about two in the morning, Hunter woke when he felt Evan sliding into
the bed beside him. The boy was trembling; his ghosts were haunting his
mind, so he sought refuge with Hunter. He snuggled up close to Hunter,
Evan's head resting on Hunter's chest, and Hunter wrapped his arm around
the boy, pulling him closer to him.

"I've got you son, no one is ever going to hurt for as long as I live,"
Hunter whispered and then kissed the boy on his hair.

Evan smelled sensuous; a mixture of boy meets Herbal Essence Shampoo. He
took a long, sensuous smell, and the intoxicating scent of the boy, sent
Hunter's emotions, reeling. Evan's arm was laying across Hunter's stomach,
the warmth, the velvet softness of the boy's skin, was more than Hunter
could take. He was burning up inside, his cock was standing on end, and
precum ran like a faucet from the enlarged head.

"I am never going to get any sleep with this boy lying beside me, damn, I
so want to make love to him and show him what love truly can be," he
thought to himself, as he listened to the rhythmic breathing of Evan.

Evan was asleep and eventually so did Hunter drift off, but only after he
ran thoughts of his worse crimes that he had investigated through his
mind. Hunter woke the next morning to find Evan still asleep, his head
still on Hunter's chest and his arm on his stomach and leg wrapped around
Hunter's leg, with his morning wood pressed against Hunter's thigh.

Evan stirred from his sleep. "Good morning champ," Hunter whispered.

Evan sat up, fear was on his face, and he leaped from the bed, running,
screaming from the room. Hunter got up, threw on a pair of shorts to cover
his nakedness, and hurried down the hall to Evan's room. Opening the door,
Hunter looked around the room, Evan was no where to be found.

"Evan... where are you son," Hunter called out. "I'm not going to hurt you,
all I want to do is talk with you son," he added.

A noise from the closet told Hunter where the boy was, he opened the door
to find Evan cowering in the corner, shaking, crying, total fear held the
boy captive.

"I promise you Evan, I would never, ever do anything to hurt you," Hunter
promised, extending his hand out to the boy.

"You always say that daddy," Evan said through his tears, "and then you
beat me before you rape me."

"I'm not your father Evan, I would never do those things to you," Hunter
promised, his own heart breaking for the boy. "Please Evan, please come out
and talk with me, I'm Hunter and not that evil man that did those things to
you," he assured the boy.

"No... get away from me, get away before I kill you," Evan said, lifting up
Hunter's service revolver, aiming it directly at Hunter.

"Evan," he said softly, no threats of anger to his voice. "Evan please give
me the gun son, I promise you that I am not going to hurt you,"

Evan refused; his hands shock with fear, his finger was on the trigger. He
pulled the trigger...

To be continued...

Well guys, here is my new story; I hope you enjoy this one also.

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Randy