Date: Thu, 30 Sep 2010 04:03:44 -0700 (PDT)
From: Randy Howard <randyhoward2@yahoo.com>
Subject: Desire of the Ages Chapter 2

Desire!
By
Randy Howard
Chapter Two
Previously in chapter one:

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 lying 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...

Now chapter two:

Evan kept trying to pull the trigger, but the gun's safety was on. Hunter
knelt down in front of Evan, held out his hand toward the gun, and Evan
reluctantly surrendered it to him.

"Please don't beat me mister... I'm sorry," Evan said, crying hard and his
arms held up to protect his face.

"I'm not going to beat you Evan, my God, I'm not even angry with you,"
Hunter said, his voice calm and soothing, his heart feeling the pain that
Evan held.

"You're not gonna beat me... oh yeah right," Evan said sarcastically,
pulling back further into the closet. "So what are you gonna do to me, rape
me?" he asked.

"I want to help you son, not rape or beat you, can we just talk about
this?" Hunter asked, his hand extended toward Evan, palm down.

Evan looked long, hard, first at Hunter's eyes and then at his hand. Evan
carefully, slowly extended his had toward Hunter's, placing it in
Hunter's. Hunter gently closed it, and carefully urged it back, coaxing
Evan to come out of the closet.

"Why am I trusting want him when I know he is so dangerous?" Evan thought
and sighed softly, knowing that he was defeated.

Reluctantly, Evan came out of the closet, and into Hunter's arms. Hunter
hugged him close, gently, and kissed the top of Evan's head. Evan let out
his breath slowly, but kept his arms down at his side, but relaxed in
Hunter's embrace. Hunter's body felt warm, comforting, and his scent was
that of a man's man, strong and possessing. It intoxicated him.

Suddenly alarm slammed into Evan, he was crazy for being here, totally
insane. "This is like trying to relax with a wild tiger in the same room,"
Evan thought. "Hunter could do anything to me and no one would hear my
screams for help, much less help me, so why do I feel so at home with him
here, relaxed, trusting, and yet feeling fear, while at the same time
security with him?"

Hunter's presence gave him security, filled him with desire and the need
that he wanted, no needed to survive; he was wanted for who he was, and
without any pretentions, so he gave himself freely to him, and Evan wrapped
his arms around Hunter's waist.

Hunter looked at Evan, his heart melted as his eyes drank in the boy's
beauty. He stared into Evan's eyes; those eyes were an intense shade of
blue, deep, dark and fathomless. As Hunter stared into Evan's eyes, he had
the ridiculous, and yet inescapable feeling that this boy was the one that
he had been waiting his whole lifetime for. Evan was small, frail, with
skin that looked as though it rarely saw the sun. His hair was blond and
looked like the sun itself had kissed it to give it that color, golden, and
with streaks of white through it.

"Hunter... I don't dare to trust you, but something tells me inside that I
can trust you," Evan heard his voice whisper, longing and desire dripped
from each syllable, betraying his heart's yearning.

"So why do you yet resist me Evan, and my intentions to help you?" he
asked, looking into Evan's sensuous blue eyes that look like a lake on a
hot day, just inviting you to dive in. "You even came into my bed last
night and slept with me, and we were both naked son," Hunter said.

"I knew that it would taunt you, seduce you and leave you hungry for what I
was withholding from you, and yet knowing that I too longed for what you
desire. I was just afraid. I was afraid because I know the anger and
violence that is in you, I saw it when you beat that man that was hurting
me," Evan said."

"Yes Evan, I was angry and on the very edge of uncontrollable violence, but
that was because of what he was doing to you." Hunter confessed, he
hesitated, and then told him of his dream and how the boy in it was him.

"I knew it," Evan shouted, his rage and pain was raging. "You are only
interested in my body and not in me for me."

"No son... a million times no, I am falling in love with you Evan," Hunter
said, stepping closer to Evan, who stepped back in fear. "I would never
just take your body, you innocence," he said, his own eyes filling with
tears.

Evan looked at Hunter, standing there half naked. His hair was soft, long
and the color of sun-kissed earth; he had deep, luminous green eyes fringed
with thick, dark lashes and his legs were solid columns of muscle, covered
with brown hair, the very same that covered his chest. Evan found himself
leaning forward, Hunter's nipples seamed to beckon him, entice him, but he
caught himself just before his mouth opened to taste them.

"So," Evan said, sitting down on the bed, looking into those captivating
eyes of Hunter that held him in their gaze. "Tell me about you, about the
man Hunter," he asked.

"What do you want to know?" Hunter asked, sitting down beside him.

"Everything," he said, his gaze moved over Hunter's face, soft as
candlelight.

"Well let's see, I'm twenty-five and I'm a cop," he began. "I'm single,
gay, and I am an only child, although that probably doesn't matter to
you. I have looked for, and never found the one person that would, could,
love me for me Evan."

"I know how you feel, my mom was the only person that ever loved me for the
person I was. My dad hated me, my looks, and truthfully, he hated me for
being in his airspace. He would beat me everyday, and then some days, he'd
beat me two or three times because he simply could. And whenever my mother
tried to protect me, he'd beat her also, before he'd turn his hatred toward
me." Evan cried profusely, as he turned to look at Hunter, he found him
crying too, and fell into Hunter's outstretched arms.

"I've got you baby, and as God is my witness, I will never allow anyone, or
anything, to ever hurt again," Hunter said, holding Evan tightly to him.

"Hunter, if I told you that I was gay also, would you try to get into my
pants?" Evan asked, his head resting against Hunter's chest, and his tears
softly falling.

"As much as I would love to have you for my lover, my mate and just for
having awesome sex, the answer is no Evan, you're fifteen and that makes
you a minor, and besides, I respect you." Evan chuckled silently, knowing
that he did want Hunter, but now he wasn't sure if he could violate
Hunter's morals.

"Hunter," Evan said in almost a whisper, a sigh, his voice was inviting, as
he stood up and turned to look at the handsome man that was confessing his
desire for him. "I don't know if I could ever be those things, I'm just a
boy, a virgin, and to tell you the truth, I don't think that I could be
what you desire in a lover," he said, his eyes clouding up again.

Hunter stood, took the boy into his arms. "You are more than what I desire
Evan, you are perfection, innocence, and most of all my light in this
darkness that I have been enduring," he said, and then he took a chance, he
lowered his head down to meet Evan's mouth, kissing him with all the
passion and love that his heart was feeling.

Evan wrapped his arms around Hunter's neck, opening his mouth to accept
Hunter's tongue. Hunter's hands moved slowly down Evan's back, feeling the
smoothness of the boy's satin skin. "Mmmm," Hunter moaned, his hands
drifting further, massaging as they went, and finally his hands enveloped
the boy's ass, his broad hands cupping each cheek.

"Take me Hunter," Evan moaned against Hunter's chest, and Hunter lowered
Evan gently to the sheets, blanketing his body with his own.

He didn't want to be separated from him, not even by an inch. He kissed
Evan hard, soft, long and then ferociously, his hunger deep, his need to
make the boy his was unquenchable, as he kissed and licked every spot
between the boy's ears on down to his luscious nipples. Hunter needed this
boy; he needed the love that Evan was developing for him. But most of all,
Hunter wanted his trust.

"Evan, I can't do this to you, not when I gave you my word not to ever hurt
you," he said, getting up quickly, and leaving Evan lying there after going
to his own bedroom.

For several minutes, Hunter had considered calling out of work, but for the
boy's sake, he didn't. He gut dressed in his uniform, grabbed his service
belt, along with his revolver that Evan had taken, and hurried down the
stairs to leave. Evan was standing at the front door,

"Hunter please wait, I don't want you to leave like this," Evan said,
blocking Hunter's exit with his body, Hunter could smell the clean boy
scent that encompassed the boy.

"I'm sorry Evan, I shouldn't have kissed you, especially after giving you
my word that I wouldn't hurt you," he told him, unable to look at the boy,
because his eyes were welling up with tears. "The kitchen is well stocked,
and I should be home around four," he said, kissed him on the forehead and
then left.

***

"How's it going with Evan, Hunter," Mike asked when Hunter entered the
locker room, moving directly to his locker; Mike could see the stress on
his friend's face.

"It was touch and go there, but we seem to have reached an understanding
Mike." He said, not wishing to divulge the events of the previous night and
earlier that morning.

"Man, did I hear it yesterday from the old lady," Mike said. "She was
furious that I had gotten home so late. I tried to tell her about what
happened, but she just ranted on and on about me never being there for
her."

"You're a devoted husband and father Mike, where the fuck did that come
from?"

"I guess its been building up for sometime, and yesterday it finally
surfaced. Hunter, she wants a divorce, she claims that she's found someone
else that listens to her, and this guy devotes himself to her, or so she
said," Mike said, his eyes filled with tears, he knew in his heart that he
had neglected her. "What hurts is that she'll take Mattie with her, and I
can't fathom the idea of living without my son in my life."

"Even is she does leave buddy, you're Mattie's dad and entitled to
visitation rights," Hunter told him. "Besides, have you spoken to Mattie
about this?"

"Not yet, but he's very close to his mother, and I wouldn't want to come
between them," he said, a tear escaped his eye, and rolled down his cheek.

Suddenly, Hunter's problems with Evan didn't seem all that bad, considering
what his best friend Mike was going through. Hunter had been his best man
when Mike got married, and he had been there for the two of them ever
since. He was even Mattie's Godfather, and he cherished that roll, making
sure that he and Mattie did something, three or four times a month.

"You know Hunter, I overheard Mattie telling his mother when they thought
that I was asleep," he took a deep breath before continuing. "He told her
that if he was forced to choose between her and me, he would ask you if he
could live with you."

"He didn't, Mike I couldn't ever come between you and your son," Hunter
said, and it wasn't just that, he remembered the last time Mattie had slept
over his house.

He had just painted his guest room, and the odor of paint was strong. So
Mattie asked if he could sleep with him, reluctantly Hunter had said
yes. It was extremely hot that night, and his air conditioning struggled to
cool off the upstairs, but just before bed it called it quits, plunging the
house into a sweltering wave of heat and humidity.

"I guess we sleep naked huh," Mattie had said, and he quickly shed his
clothes, lingering long enough for Hunter to see his body, before he got
into bed.

His perfect boy body was temptation; Hunter knew that Mattie was teasing
him, tempting him, because on more than one occasion he had made suggestive
moves on Hunter. Mattie was the kind of boy that Hunter liked...blond hair,
long, blue eyes and a hairless body. He was an incorrigible boy, who was
never deterred when his mind was made up about something.

Hunter had felt Mattie's eyes on him as he undressed, and even though the
lights were out, the light from a full moon illuminated his room. Hunter
was accustomed to sleeping nude, but with his best friend's son in the bed,
he didn't chance it. Hunter desired Mattie, damn that boy was hot, but
again his friendship with Mike, kept his desire in check. So he slid into
bed, turned his back to Mattie, refusing to let the boy see the affect that
Mattie had on his body.

Hunter eventually fell asleep, but was woken up an hour or so later, when
he felt Mattie sucking his cock. Hunter had moved to his back, and Mattie
had taken advantage of the position, moving silently, stealthily between
his legs.

"Mattie don't... this isn't right," Hunter had told the boy, but Mattie
refused to relinquish his hold on Hunter's cock.

Repeatedly, his hot, moist mouth moved rapidly up and down Hunter's cock,
quickly bringing him close to his climax.

"I'm real close Mattie... oh dear God stop," Hunter had begged, but
Hunter's hands held the boy to his groin.

Mattie surrendered Hunter's massive manhood, crawled up his body, licking
and kissing as he moved toward Hunter's mouth, pausing briefly to nibble on
Hunter's hard, round nipples.

"You gotta stop Mattie... you are driving me insane," Hunter had said, and
then Mattie covered Hunter's mouth with his own.

The warmth, the heat and the taste of Mattie's mouth drove Hunter insane
with desire. Abandoning all hopes of stopping the boy, Hunter wrapped the
boy tightly in his arms. He rolled them over, never breaking their kiss,
and now Hunter was lying on top of Mattie.

"Fuck me Hunter, I need to feel you in me," Mattie had gasped, his
breathing ragged and rapid with desire.

"Are you sure Mattie, because once I start, I'm not sure if I could stop,"
Hunter had confessed, his desire to feel the warmth and tightness of
Mattie's ass was overwhelming him.

"I'm sure Hunter... take me and make me yours," Mattie moaned he raised his
head to reach Hunter's mouth with his own.

They melded together, a living, breathing flame, coming together as if time
and space ceased to exit. Hunter kissed the boy, his hands moved downward
to the boy's hard, round globes that protected his treasure, Hunter's
fingers parted them, caressed, lingered, and then found the heat inside
Mattie.

Mattie arched his back, pushed back against Hunter's hand, urging Hunter's
fingers to explore deeper. Hunter remembered how Mattie's head thrashed
left, right, his young body in total surrender to Hunter's touch.

Hunter moved then, his knee parting Mattie's thighs to give him access. For
just a moment as he lifted himself above Mattie, he stared down into the
boy's glacial blue eyes. It was impossible to believe, with him lying there
beneath him, waiting, his body crying out for his, that Mattie truly wanted
him. He caught the boy's hips firmly in his hands and thrust deeply,
burying himself completely in his tight, hot sheath, that perfect boy ass.

Hunter heard the breath slam from his lungs, at the intensity of the
completeness, Mattie's body tight and surrounding his cock. He began to
move then, long, hard, sure strokes, his hips surging forward, over and
over, each thrust trying to bury his cock deeper. Mattie was surrounding
Hunter's cock with heat and fire, a velvet sheath that locked Hunter to
Mattie, which allowed them to become one, regardless of Hunter's
reluctances.

Mattie was moving with him, matching him thrust for thrust, his young body
clenching Hunter's cock, releasing, and then gripping it again, until
Hunter wanted, needed, to cry out with ecstasy.

"Fuck... your body is driving me insane Mattie, your ass has me dancing on
the edge and needing to fall over," Hunter gasped, his heart pounding
alarmingly fast, his breathing hard, ragged and rapid.

"Fill me lover, give me your seed," Mattie cooed, he knew just what his
young body was doing to Hunter, and he loved what Hunter's was doing to his
own.

Hunter bent his head toward the temptation of Mattie's chest, his mouth
watering to taste, to tease, to simply nibble and bite on those perky hard
nubs, Hunter sank his teeth deeper than he planned, Mattie felt white hot
pain and pleasure mingle together and he arched his back, holding Hunter to
him, Hunter thrusting deeper into Mattie's ass.

"Hunter," Mattie whispered his name, and he felt the boy's mind-shattering
explosion as his muscles spiraled, tightened around Hunter's cock, and then
Hunter was exploding inside the boy, upward, convulsing with sheer pleasure
as he filled Mattie's insides with his man seed.

"Yes... of fuck yes," Mattie screamed, thrusting upward, wanting, needing,
all of Hunter's cock that he could get, inside him. "Fuck me lover... oh
yesssssss fuck me," the boy had screamed, exploding a second time, his cum
drenching, covering his chest.

"Hunter, are you even listening to me buddy," Mike said, calling Hunter
back to reality, and the fact that he was sitting there naked, his cock
hard and leaking profusely.

"Huh... what is it," Hunter asked, noticing how ragged and rapid his
breathing was.

"You just came buddy, just like that sitting there, your cock erupted like
some volcano," Mike said, pointing to a pool of cum at Hunter's feet on the
floor. "What the fuck were you thinking about anyways?" Mike asked, his own
cock straining, pushing against the fabric of his pants, a slight wet spot
was quickly devouring the dry material around it.

"Ah... I was just imagining you and Gary in the men's room yesterday,"
Hunter lied, he couldn't tell his best friend that he was remembering
fucking his son Mattie.

"Well stop thinking about it, look what you did to me," Mike gasped,
pointing to his own erection and the wet spot.

"I hope that you have another pair of pants, if not, the guys are going to
have a field day with you," Hunter laughed, getting up and dressing,
dropping his tee shirt to the puddle, wiping the cum up with the shirt.

The day went by fast; he called Evan a few times to check on him. Evan was
cool on the phone, and Hunter figured it was because of that morning, or he
was getting ready to bolt again.

"My shift is almost over son, another hour or less and I'll be home,"
Hunter told him the last time that he called Evan.

"Yeah... whatever sir," his coolness was getting colder, and it bothered
Hunter.

"Are you alright son, do you need me to come home now?" he asked.

"Whatever... but I'm fine," Evan said. "Anything else you need to know," he
added almost sarcastically.

"Listen Evan, about this morning..." Evan interrupted him.

"Forget it... I did," he said dryly, cold, so cold that Hunter could feel
in his insides, the ice that was in Evan's words.

"Ok son, I'll see you in an hour," he said but Evan had already hung up and
Hunter was talking to dead air. "What the fuck did I do to him, and even
after I promised never to harm him." Hunter thought.

"Everything ok at home," Mike asked, standing naked before him and grabbing
a towel from his locker.

"Yeah Mike, everything if just fucking hunky dory," He said, shedding his
clothes.

Hunter watched Mike walk away, the man's hot, hard, round ass looked
inviting and he wondered what Mike would do if he was to bury his cock deep
inside that luscious, tempting ass.

"Stop watching me ass Hunter," Mike mused, never looking back but
continuing his pace toward the showers.

"Keep wagging that thing and you'll see just how the other team makes
love," Hunter said, winding his towel tightly, and then he snapped it at
Mike's ass, catching him just as he was about to enter the shower room.

"What the fuck Hunter, that fucking hurt," Mike said, he jumped from the
sting, and was rubbing the welt that had appeared.

"Just foreplay buddy," Hunter said, walking past his wounded partner,
letting out a soft laugh. "Like I said, keep waging it and you'll get more
than you bargained for."

***

Hunter arrived home and found the house, there wasn't a noise to be heard,
but something smelled good. "Evan... Evan, I'm home son," he called out but
Evan didn't respond.

Setting his things down on the kitchen table, he looked in the oven before
he headed upstairs to Evan's room, and still there was no sign of him. He
looked in his own bedroom, the bathrooms and then, frustrated, he went to
the window that overlooked his backyard, and there he was swimming in the
pool. Hunter's heart gave a sigh, as he watched the beauty that swam, naked
and without a care. His body was immediately reacting to the stimulus that
his eyes were taking in, so stripping quickly, pulling on his swimsuit; he
strolled out to the pool.

"Having fun son," Hunter asked, and then dove into the water.

Hunter noticed how Evan's cock and balls bobbed freely, his legs firm, and
Hunter surfaced inches from the boy.

"Damn that feels good," Hunter said wiping the water from his face and then
Evan swam off, his cute hard, round ass breaking the surface as he dove
under.

"Hey, that not fair, you're wearing a swimsuit," Evan said surfacing beside
Hunter.

"Duh... that is what most people wear when they go swimming," Hunter said.

"I didn't have a swimsuit so I went in naked," Evan said, "But I checked
first to see if anyone could see me before I took off my clothes. "So are
you going to take it off... the swimsuit I mean?"

"Would it make you feel better if I did?" Hunter asked.

"Yeah it would, like why should you be the only one wearing one?" he
reasoned.

"Well son, for one its possible that someone could stop by and like hello,
how would I explain me swimming with an underage boy, naked?"

"Is your front door locked," Hunter nodded yes. "Does that gate lock," he
asked motioning to the only gate that could allow access to the backyard.

"Its always locked and the only time that it isn't is when I unlock it to
bring the lawn mower to the front yard to mow," Hunter told him.

"Well there is no reason for you to not swim naked, now is there?" he
asked.

"Well other than our conversation earlier today son, I would have to say
no."

"About that conversation, can we forget that it ever happened?" Evan asked.

"I can and will if you can son," Hunter said.

"Then get rid of the swimsuit so we can enjoy the pool before we have to
get dinner going. Which by the way, I have already started, I put a pork
roast in the oven that I found in the freezer." Evan was proud of the fact
that he had done something helpful for Hunter.

"When did you learn to cook?" Hunter asked and then swam off toward the
steps.

"I learned from my mother whenever dad wasn't around," he confessed, his
eyes watching how the wet suit clung to Hunter's body as he stepped out of
the pool, his heart began racing and so did his mind.

Hunter struggled to get the wet suit off and all the while that he
struggled, Evan's eyes were on him. Hunter was no fool; he noticed how the
boy was watching him undress, so he decided to give him quite a show.

"Are you thirsty son?" he asked once he had removed his wet suit.

"Yeah for your cock and cum," he thought, but said, "I'd like a coke if you
don't mind."

Naked, Hunter walked into the house and came back with a coke for Evan and
a beer for himself. Sitting on the edge of the pool with his legs dangling
in the water, he watched as Evan quickly swam over to him. Evan swam up,
his head surfaced between Hunter's legs, and his face was mere inches from
Hunter's flaccid cock.

"Thanks," Evan said and took the coke from Hunter, remaining in the water.

"Why don't you get out and drink it while the sun warms you son," Hunter
asked, but he could see that the boy's cock was hard and figured that was
why he stayed in the pool.

"I'm good," Evan said as he stared at Hunter's cock, which really didn't
help his problem that he was having with his own cock.

"I checked the roast and added some water because it was low," he said,
hoping that it would take his mind off the fact that he had a hunk just
inches from his manhood.

Hunter finished his beer, stood up and slowly walked around to the diving
board. He stood there momentarily, allowing Evan ample time to enjoy the
view before diving in. Hunter swam underwater toward Evan and he could see
that Evan was slowly jerking his cock which was hard as steel now. Hunter
surfaced right in front of the boy, catching totally off guard. Evan
jumped, frightened by Hunter's sudden appearance and splash water in
Hunter's face.

"So you want to play like that do you," Hunter asked and pushed Evan
underwater.

Evan could see Hunter's cock, it was hard and he let his hand brush against
it as he surfaced. Hunter grabbed the boy and they started wrestling in the
pool, with Hunter holding the boy to him, his cock was pressing against
Evan's ass. Evan pushed his ass back against the hard cock, letting it run
up and down his valley between his hard globes.

"I think the roast is done son," Hunter said, alarmed that things were now
getting out of hand; he got out of the water, keeping his hardness from
Evan's sight.

"Chicken shit," was all that Evan said as he got out and made no attempt to
hide his hardness from Hunter.

Inside, and in separate rooms, they dressed. It was when Hunter was about
to leave his room, when he heard sirens blaring. He hurried to his window,
two cruisers, an ambulance and the coroner's van was hurrying down his
street toward the pond at the end of his street.

"What's going on dad," Evan asked, sticking his head out of the doorway to
his room, and it was the first time that the boy had called him dad, it
warmed Hunter's heart.

"I don't know son, but you stay here while I go and investigate," Hunter
told him.

Hunter grabbed his badge and gun before leaving the house, and he could see
that Evan looked scared.

"I want to go with you dad," his eyes begged to go.

"Ok son, but you're going to have to wait in the car, the police and
coroner will be busy and don't need spectators milling around, destroying
evidence.

***

Hunter and Evan drove to the pond, it was crawling with detectives, the CSI
team, and that was when he noticed the body. It was a boy, he looked about
Evan's age and he too was naked.

"Hey Mitch, could you use a hand here," Hunter asked the detective that was
working the scene.

"What are you doing here Hunter... oh yeah, I forgot that you live down the
street," he said. "If you don't mind, could you keep the nosey spectators
from coming down here? Better yet, would you ask them to just go back to
their houses," he asked.

"Sure thing Mitch, is he another one of that serial killer's victims?"

"It looks that way Hunter, he has the `F' engraved on his chest," Mitch
told him, as Evan walked up and stood beside Hunter, his eyes glued to the
dead boy.

"That's Mark Johnson, a kid that I knew from the streets," Evan said, his
fear returning and he clung to Hunter for protection.

"Who's the kid Hunter?" Mitch whispered, leaning close to Hunter's ear.

"My foster son Evan, it's a long story Mitch and now isn't the time to tell
it," Hunter said, wrapping his arm about Evan's shoulder to comfort him.

"You knew this boy kid?" Mitch asked, and Evan looked up with tears in his
eyes, nodding his head. "Do you mind if I ask you a few questions, it could
help us a lot," Mitch asked, looking up at Hunter for approval.

"If he doesn't mind Mitch, neither do I, but I won't let him get upset
because he's had a rough life also," Hunter said quietly, knowing how Evan
could be.

Mitch knelt down in front of the boy, meeting Evan's eyes with his own. "I
know that this can be rough Evan, but it would really help us to understand
who that boy was and how he came to be here," Mitch said, his voice calm,
soothing, and never breaking his gaze with Evan.

"He's Mark Johnson sir, a boy that I knew from the streets. He's just
thirteen and he told me that he use to live in Greenfield, but his old
man... err father, kicked him out for being gay," Evan said, fighting the
lump in his throat that made it hard to talk.

"Thirteen! What the fuck kind of parent would ever do that to their child,"
Mitch asked looking up at the man. "How did Mark live, you know, eat and
sleep?"

"He hustled guys for money, you know, offering his body for sex in exchange
for money," Evan told him, "and we lived in vacant buildings."

"I know what hustling is boy, I am a police detective," Mitch said. "Did
you both hustle Evan?" he asked, keeping his eyes on the boy.

"Mark did sir, but I was too afraid of the men to do that. That's how I got
these cuts and bruises on my face, this guy wanted sex with me and was
willing to pay me for it, but he scared me and began to hit me when I told
him no." Evan's clung tighter to Hunter as his fears resurfaced.

"Can we go Mitch, this is clearly upsetting the boy," Hunter asked.

"Just one more question Hunter," he said looking up, "are you gay also
boy?" Hunter was now furious; he saw no reason to be asking Evan that
question.

"That's enough Mitch, my boy's sexuality has no connection to this murder,"
Hunter said, his voice angered and Evan stepped away from him, hurrying
back toward the truck. "Evan wait son," he called out to the boy, but Evan
was running down the street. "Now see what you've done Mitch, that boy was
beaten by his father repeatedly, and whenever I raise my voice, his fears
of getting beaten kick in," he said angrily, and took off running after
Evan.

"To fucking bad," Mitch whispered, "the brat probably deserved to be
beaten," he added, turning back to his investigation with a smirk on his
face.

Evan got in his truck and drove down the street toward Evan. The boy was
scared, his legs running fast, until his got to Hunter's house. Hunter
pulled into the driveway, parked the truck, and quickly followed Evan into
the house. When he got inside, he could hear Evan running upstairs.

"Damn it Mitch," he cursed, hurrying upstairs after Evan.

He knew where he'd be, in the closet seeking shelter from Hunter's temper,
and when Hunter opened the closet door, there was Evan cowering in the
corner.

"I'm sorry daddy... oh God please don't beat me," Evan begged, tears in his
eyes and he was trembling with fear as he held his arms up in a defensive
manner.

"Evan," he said his voice calm and soothing. "I already told you that I
would never hit you son," Hunter said, his own eyes filling up with tears
for the boy. "You have got to understand Evan, there will be times when my
voice will sound angry, and almost violent, but never toward you," he
confided. "There are instances when things make me angry and my voice will
reflect those feelings son, but that doesn't mean I am angry enough to be
violent."

"You almost killed that man that hurt me," he said with a voice that
trembled.

"That was different son, you're a boy and he was hurting you very badly. I
would have kicked the tar out of any man that was hurting a child like he
was doing to you," Hunter said, knowing it was the truth.

One thing that Hunter hated, was anyone that abused a child, rather it be
physically, mentally, or sexually against their will."

"How about you come out of there son, we have a nice dinner downstairs
waiting for us. Besides, I'd like to see just how good of a cook you are,"
Hunter said, holding his hand out toward Evan, and the boy studied Hunter
before taking his hand.

"I'm sorry dad, but when you raised you voice to that detective, all that I
could remember was how my daddy did the same, just before he would beat
me."

"Like I said babe, there will be times that I do get angry and it will show
in my voice. But I promise to never intently raise my voice to you in
anger. I will ask you to sit so that we can discuss whatever problem we may
have," Hunter hugged the boy, kissing his hair gently. "Now lets go eat,
that roast smells so inviting," Hunter said, wrapping his arm around the
boy and leading him downstairs.

***

With dinner finished, the dishes cleaned up, they sat in the den and
watched a movie and chatted.

"Evan, what grade did you finish in school," Hunter asked, the boy sitting
beside with his head resting against Hunter's chest.

The warmth of the boy, mixed with the scent of his skin, intoxicated
Hunter. Hunter had his arm around Evan, softly running his fingers through
the boy's hair, and Evan just sat there, content in his arms.

"Ninth grade, why?" he asked.

"Well you do need to go back to school and eventually graduate," Hunter
told him, as he wrapped his finger with the boy's hair, and occasionally
leaning down to smell its sweet scent.

"Why can't I get my GED dad," he asked turning his head and looking up with
pleading eyes at Hunter.

"Because you're not sixteen yet, so legally you can't quit school. What
school did you go to before you quit?"

"Cathedral High and I hated it there," he said. "The guys were mean to me,
and they called me names and beat me up."

"How about tomorrow, you and I take a ride over to Central High on Bay
Street, and have a nice chat with the principal. School is going to be
starting in another few weeks and I'd like my son to be educated and
eventually go to college," Hunter said, holding Evan away from him and
looking deep into those eyes, they looked like a glacial pool; they were so
deep blue and inviting.

"I guess so dad, but I won't go to school there if I'm picked on or
bullied," he said adamantly.

"I agree son, but let's give it a chance, ok son?" he asked, pulling Evan
back to him and kissing the top of his head.

After a while of being quiet and watching the movie, Evan said, "I like the
way you make me feel dad," Evan said, he turned his head up to Hunter,
stretched up and kissed Hunter gently on his lips, before settling back in
Hunter's arms with his head resting contently against Hunter's chest.

Hunter loved the show of affection, and he liked the warmth of Evan's body
against his. He tightened his arms around the boy, just enjoying his
warmth, his scent and reveling in the thought that Evan was his.

"I'm getting tired son and have to get up at five-thirty in the morning,"
Hunter said, even though he loved the closeness of the boy in his arms, he
knew that he'd never be able to get up if he didn't get to bed soon.

"Ok dad, this movie isn't all that good," he said, reaching over for the
remote and shutting the television off before getting up.

Hunter had his arm around Evan as they closed the lights and went
upstairs. When he got to Evan's bedroom, Hunter gave him a kiss on the
forehead before heading to his own room. Hunter undressed, got into bed
naked, and his mind was on Evan as he fell to sleep, contented knowing that
Evan was safe living with him.

***

Evan lay in his bed, also naked, and thought about how his life had changed
ever since he came to live with Hunter.

"I know that men sometimes get angry, and that doesn't mean that they are
going to beat me," he whispered, remembering how vicious his father was to
him.

He smiled, thinking of Hunter and him in the pool that afternoon, and he
even chuckled about how Hunter had quickly got out of the pool when he had
pressed his ass back against Hunter's hard cock.

"He wants me," he said softly, "and to be honest, I want him also," Hunter
thought, rolling over in his bed, hugging his pillow and falling to sleep.

Evan dreamed, his father was standing in his bedroom doorway, smelling of
booze and with that look on his face.

"Oh God no...," he yelled out in sheer panic.

To be continued...

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