Date: Wed, 2 May 2018 15:17:55 +0000
From: Al Peres <al.peres@hotmail.com>
Subject: LOOKING FOR AN HEIR PART TWO

			LOOKING FOR AN HEIR
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				PART 2
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CHAPTER 7
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When Alex came down for school the following morning, Tom was waiting for
him; their eyes sparkled and Tom put his arm around his younger friend's
shoulders, pressing them to him. He would have liked to hug and kiss him
right there. Alex placed his left arm around Tom's waist and smiled.

	"How was it, Alex? The little blond boy sighed. "Good, I guess,"
Tom added.

	"More than good, Tom. It was beautiful, lovely; I don't know how to
describe it."

	"You are wearing very expensive clothes; I know it because I am a
little bit interested in fashion. You might be wearing about 200 greens on
your body." Alex opened wide his eyes and dropped his mouth in disbelief.

	"Are you serious?

	"Absolutely. Most of the boys won't even recognize them. Let me
see." He took his arm away and searched for the garment's label but could
not find it. He grinned. "You clever boy removed the labels."

	"No, I didn't; I think mom did."

	"And she did right; otherwise some interested boy could assault you
and leave you nude in the middle of the street; however, jeans without the
label is like a good paint without signature; good but without value to
sell."

	"You mean they rob clothes, not to wear but to sell them again?"

	"You are right." They continue and Tom stopped for some seconds to
watch carefully his friend's figure. "The jeans and shirt fit your body as
gloves to hands. That's the difference between good and current. Moreover,
the material they are made of. They are not sold in the malls but in
special and expensive shops." Then Alex told him all about their stay,
especially about the hike and the bike riding they did the following
morning. "It looks like a fatherly situation. I envy you, Alex. Tonight
I'll tell you about my visit to the Bank." They were entering school.

Somewhere in the suite, on the last floor of a tall building in Manhattan,
a group of men and women were discussing and voting a decision that would
affect the boys' lives. The Chairman of the Bank general board was
exposing:

	"Ladies and gentlemen, the Direction of our Bank in LA will vacate
in two months time, our friend Frank is going to retire after 40 years of
good service to our Institution. The Executive Committee, after some
deliberations, proposes Mr John Corporate as the replacement; he is one of
our best men, and that building needs new and young blood." One of the
members, argued:

	"Yes, he is good and efficient; he has demonstrated his value, but
he is not married."  The chairman grinned.

	"Peter, I remind you that this Institution was founded by a
bachelor man and that he died being 90 y/o still single." The rest of the
members smiled. "Please, vote." All raised their hands in favour; Peter
abstained.

Alex and Tom ended school and walked up home. Margarita ran and took Alex's
hand; he sighed as he peeked on the little girl's lovely face, her
brother's copy. When they arrived at Alex's home, she kissed a peck him on
the cheek and ran home, while the boys went upstairs to the second floor,
entering Alex's home. As they offloaded their backpacks, Tom took his boy
in his arms and kissed him on the lips, a long and wet kiss. Both felt how
their dicks started getting hard.

	"I needed this Alex." Alex smirked.

	"Let's proceed as usual." After doing the home chores and class
about general matters, they returned books and notebooks into the
backpacks. They looked into each other eyes and then Alex said: "Shall we
go to the bed?"

	"No. I want you to fuck me right here, we may stain the sheets and
your mom finds out." He extracted from his backpack a tube of KY and pushed
Alex on his back over the ragged carpet. They kissed, and then Tom went
down sucking his boy little nipples, his buttonhole and finally took his
lovely uncut dick into his mouth. The saliva would have been enough, but
Tom wanted Alex to enjoy their fucking right from the beginning. After a
few sucks, Alex was moaning softly; Tom took a wad of the slippery cream
and put some on Alex's cock; then another wad into his own hole. He
straddled the younger boy and guided his dick into him; a single push was
enough to bury the boy's tool in his guts. He started moving up and down as
Alex wrapped his hand around his friend's hard cock. They were in need, and
after a few minutes, that wonderful sensation started building down
somewhere in their bodies, running to the tip of their young cocks. Alex
had his eyes closed, he opened them and saw Margarita on top of him; he
closed them again. The strong feeling arrived; he bucked his hips and
moaned murmuring the name of the girl. Tom engulfed in his own lust did not
notice this. Still breathing hard, Tom slid to his right side while Alex's
tool still was inside him. After some minutes of relaxing, Alex said:

	"It has been wonderful, Tom; better than ever before. Would you
like to do it to me?"  Tom wanted that badly; he would have paid all his
savings just to fuck Alex's beautiful butt, but he knew would regret it
during his whole life. He knew Alex wanted to pay him back, but he was not
gay. If he had said that, it only was to please him. No, he thought, I love
him too much. His young friend's moan took him off his thoughts.

	"No Alex; that hurts the first times and I love you too much to
hurt you. When you do it to me I enjoy enough; especially when we make 69;
I never met anyone that sucks my dick as you do." Alex grinned happily.

	"Then, what are we waiting for? They laughed and Tom grabbed Alex's
body on top of him. Alex had improved and even surpassed Tom on sucking. He
knew where to put his tongue, which points to lick and when to suck hard;
that made Tom groan loudly and finally to get those wonderful orgasms at
the blond boy's hands. They enjoyed their lovemaking, and satisfied, they
lay on their backs; their sights lost on the ceiling over them and engulfed
in different thoughts. Tom caressed his lover's face softly; he met Alex's
eyes as he said:

	"I didn't say you the whole truth last weekend about what I did. I
want you to forgive me; I needed to think about whether I should say it to
you or not. I'm not sure, but I think something important is going to
happen to us; it is only a premonition. I think I'm a little bit of a
shaman as Brenda is, and I don't like it." He said these words like a pray,
but Alex heard all of them in silence. "Yours has already started with the
hike, especially you sleeping with that man."

	"But we did nothing except sleeping; he behaved as if he was my
father. To be honest, I wished I had him as my dad."

	"That's the key point; he's like a father to you, and you want him
as your dad."

	"That's correct," Alex confirmed slowly. They had rolled to their
sides and Tom was straight looking into his boy's blue eyes. He caressed
amorously his hair and kissed a peck on the lips.

	"I love you my Slav but listen, Alex. Last week I didn't spend the
weekend with a teenager, but with a real 35 y/o handsome and clean man. We
hiked as you did with your dad, and stayed in a lovely house alone, only
us. Obviously, we made love, not just have sex. I had hated to kiss any
adult, however, I did to him because I liked and wanted it. Certainly, it
was only a peck on the lips. I knew he wanted to fuck my butt and I told
him to go ahead, really I wanted it. Surprisingly, he rejected my idea and
told me I was not prepared, that he liked me heaps and did not want to hurt
me, so he did it in my legs." Tom paused waiting for any comment from his
clever friend; as Alex kept silence, he went on. "I enjoyed being together;
when he dropped me at the park, I found 100 bucks in my pocket. On
Saturday, I went to the bank where he is the great boss and opened the
saving account. A young man named Carlos, married and with two kids took me
to his office; and believe me, it is larger than this whole apartment. I
carried 900 dollars, then he extracted from his wallet 100 to make it
$1000. I felt attracted to him like he was a good and great brother. In a
moment that we were alone, I jumped to his lap, and I kissed him long and
lovely, he rubbed my back and neck. It felt great!"  He paused and Alex
murmured.

	"I think you love him; but he is only a stranger who wants you only
for sex, like many others, I guess."

	"No Alex; that's the difference. He questioned me about school,
about what I do during weekends, advising me about good and bad friends. In
summary, he cared about me, as no one has ever done before, including my
own mother. I know I am gay and he knows it as he is too; not that kind of
fag that wants to dress and speak like women. He is a real gentleman.

	"And what's about your mom? Does she know you spent that time with
a man?"

	"That's the key question. She doesn't care about what I do, as long
as the police don't come home to report I am in detention. I believe she is
selfish; she earns enough money in her business to take us out from the
hole where we are living in. Deep in me, I would like she retained me at
home as your mom does with you. I am okay as Brenda is, but I am worried
seriously about my sweet sister Margarita. She is a child still playing
with dolls." Saying this he smiled. "Do you know Alex?" He continued. "Last
year I bought her a large doll that I knew she liked; it represents a
pretty prince wearing that bright coloured military uniform; she then named
it Alex." Alex interrupted his friend.

	"You are joking, don't you?"

	"No. I'm not, and that's not all. A few days ago, I heard noise in
her room; Brenda was not there and I peered into it. She was kissing her
doll prince on the lips murmuring, "I love you, my prince Alex." Alex
grinned. He did not say anything during one minute.

	"Tom, please, don't laugh at me, but I want to be honest with
you. If I had a princess doll, I would have done the same; I love your
sister, my princess Margarita." Tom laughed loudly.

	"Do you really love my sister? I can't believe it!" Alex felt
offended and got serious.

	"Why not? I like her heaps, as you say. I feel a wave of warmness
when she touches me; I would like to hug and protect her and..." He was to
explain to his friend how her image was in his mind just some minutes ago
when they had the nice feeling. However, Tom hugged his friend.

	"You love my sweet sister Margarita!" Tom said those words in a
murmur like a pray.  "Alex, you know I am very proud of you, but now I love
you immensely. You must promise me that if something happened to me, you
will take care of her. On the other hand, if you like to hug her, you have
many opportunities; she would be very happy, I am sure about it."

	"Please forget it. Only I can say that I swear by St. Patrick's
cross that I will take care of her."

	"That's more than I expected. Thanks, my friend." They kept silence
for a few minutes engulfed in their young thoughts.

	"You said you have 1000 bucks saved; that's a great amount of
money. How could you get that?" Tom again caressed his friend's locks
tenderly looking at him. He did not dare to answer that question, but he
thought those were important moments for both of them. He sighed and kept
quiet and in silence for a couple of minutes more.

	"I... I... I didn't want to tell you, but I am forced to it because
I can't lie you; however, you must promise me not to tell anybody." He
paused, and as his lover did not answer, he assumed he had
promised. "During the weekends I am into hustling."

	"Hustling, what do you mean by that?" Tom took Alex's hands in his
and looked at him straight in the eyes.

	"Listen carefully, Alexander Lortonoff; you know many things, but I
suppose you ignore many others. Many men enjoy having sex with boys,
especially aged between ten and fourteen. There are a few places in the
city where boys and men meet; then they go to a hotel pay the boy and have
one, two hours of sex together; some even weekends.

	"Do you mean they pay for doing, let say, to you what we have done
together?"

	"More or less. However, there's not love; only sex. They suck the
boys' dicks and the boys suck the men; sometimes men fuck boys between the
legs, or even the boy's butt, especially elder boys. There are tariffs for
every play. For example, man sucks boy, $5, boy sucks man without sperm,
$6, with sperm, $8. In addition, there are categories of boys; blond and
real whites have the highest quotations; blacks are the cheapest. You would
be at the top right now. The blond and prettier can choose their
customers. For safety, boys normally form pairs, and then share the money
that they get." Alex was amazed.

	"You talk about it like if you were selling potatoes or trading
cattle in the market."

	"Well, it is business. There are many variants that would take us
hours to explain.  Alfred and I form a team; he is 12 y/o and blond, but
not very pretty. We make a little show where he fucks me or I fuck
him. Truth to be said, I like and enjoy when I fuck him or he does it to
me."

	"Is he gay, too?"

	"I don't know. I think he is, but personal feelings are left
aside." Tom smiled.

	"Why do you smile? This is serious."

	"Serious? Not at all. Alfred is a perfect artist faking; even
sometimes, he deceives me.  One thing that we have in common is that he
likes to be clean as much as I do, and that's highly appreciated by rich
clients. Some days we showered or bathed six times. A good client takes us
for lunch, good lunch in expensive restaurants, and then we go into a
hotel; rarely in his own house.

	"You can call it whatever you like, but the right word for it is
prostitution, and I don't like it." Tom got serious.

	"Alex, you may or may not like it; but there are thousands of
starved boys and girls out there neglected by their families and the
authorities; many of them living in the streets. They have not father or
mother, and if they have, maybe they are alcoholic or are into drugs. If
the Police catch them stealing something to eat, surely they will go into
detention; that's a hell where older boys or mean men, take advantage of
the younger and make them all sort of things. Hustling is bad, but not the
worst. I do it because I want to save money. When I grow, I plan to go to a
fashion college, possibly in Europe; and that costs a lot of money that my
mother wouldn't pay. I must admit I like and enjoy having sex, especially
with other boys, but I can't stop liking it. I am as I was born and can't
change it; can I?" He paused and Alex could see Tom's tears rolling down
his beautiful cheeks; he was crying.

	"Sorry Tom; I'm really stupid, and sometimes I see the world pink
and beautiful, in spite that I have seen what you have mentioned many
times."

	"No Alex; you are not stupid. As our teacher says, you are an
idealist and idealists must exist in this fucking world. I love you as you
are." He paused for a few moments, dried his tears and then changed the
subject. "Ah, I forgot! As we agreed, you are the second owner of my saving
account. If you ever want to know about the money, you can go into any of
this bank's office; in the hall, there's a machine, then punch
01-252525. It is easy to remember; it will produce a printed slip, which
shows the account's situation."

	"I don't think I'll ever go to check that unless you don't show up
for a long time."

	"Okay. Don't forget you will look for my heir, if I cannot; right
now I have only one, my sweet sister Margarita, and yourself." He stood,
dressed, and kissed his boy. "I love you Alex, my brother." He left.

Tom entered in his house; he knew his mother and Brenda were not there,
only the quiet and intelligent Margarita would be in her room playing with
her toys; as he opened the door he shouted out:

	"Where is my princess? A lovely and modulate child's voice answered
from the other room.

	"I'm waiting for my king." She then ran into her brother's arms and
both hugged tenderly.

	"I must tell you, my princess, I have left your king naked and
waiting for his princess."  The girl blushed and hugged again her dear
brother. Tom then added: "Really, he loves you, Margarita." She looked into
her brother's black eyes.

	"I know he loves me, but has never told me." She made a pout and
added. "I'm a lady and he's my Caballero, he must declare his love to his
Madame. Besides, you are a naughty boy because a prince never is naked,
except when he's with his love." Tom laughed and Margarita returned to her
plays. The following morning Margarita and her brother joined Alex for
school; he then said the same motto.

	"Where is my little princess? She answered immediately.

	"Waiting for my king." Alex then gave his hand to the child and
happily continued to the school. After some minutes walking, the girl asked
her prince. "Alex, when will you paint me as you did to Tom?"

	"We are now busy with the evening classes; examinations are
approaching and we want a full success; nevertheless, on Saturday
afternoon, either you come to my home or I go to yours."

	"I'll come to your home, you're the king, and the princess must
obey her king; besides, the witch cannot disturb us; because every
Saturday, she goes to meet her friends."

The week finished uneventful, except that the Math's teacher congratulated
Tom for his rapid performance in solving an algebra problem. On Saturday
morning, Tom left for the whole weekend; he would stay with a friend. His
mom, as usual, did not mind advising him to be a good boy and not going
into problems. Margarita told her mom:

	"Mom, I'll be at Alex's home, he's going to paint me. I'll wear my
pink dress, my favourite." She said it aloud on purpose in order Brenda
could hear her and she would be green with envy. She grinned as she
left. Alex's mom was leaving when the girl entered; she shouted:

	"Where's my king?" Alex then responded from his room.

	"Waiting for his princess." Alex came out with the large block and
he stopped to watch carefully the lovely figure in front of him. "You are
beautiful, Margarita!" He exclaimed, then he kissed her on the cheek, and
the ten-years-old girl blushed. Alex noticed how his dick started to get
hard, and he flushed too; he felt ashamed. He prepared the easel that his
new father gave him and placed the large block of sheets on it. Margarita
sat on a chair with her lovely hands on her lap. She had undone her plaits
and the silky hair cascaded on the small shoulders and flat chest. Alex
went to the window and cut one of the red flowers from his mother's pot.

The girl's dress reached to her knees when standing, however, now sat down
on the chair reached a little above her smoothly rounded knees, and Alex
partially could see her smooth white thighs. He concentrated on his work
and forgot everything around him, except the object that he was to
portrait; then he started painting the girl. His hand mechanically started
making lines and shadows conveying the gorgeous girl's features from the
original to the paper. From time to time, they stopped in order the model
could rest and they spoke about school and friends. More than three hours
later, he gave the final touch to his masterwork. He had never put so much
enthusiasm and love on a painting before.

	"Can I see it, Alex?

	"Of course, you can." The girl moved from the chair and looked
astonished at her portrait, her mouth agape in disbelief.

	"Am I like this? I don't think I'm so beautiful; you may have
improved it to please me."  Alex could not stop his young heart beating
into his chest. He took her hands in his, as he responded to the young
girl.

	"You are even prettier than the portrait can express. It is a pity
that I cannot use colours because I still I don't know how to mix them."
The boy dragged the young girl to him; their bodies touching and he kissed
her a tender kiss on the lips. Alex noticed how the girl trembled; he broke
the kiss and could see her long eyelashes and a tear running down her white
and smooth cheek. "I love you, my little princess." Margarita hugged her
prince with her head bent leaning on the boy's chest. She was sobbing. The
boy could feel her spasms as she cried. Alex dragged her to the old sofa
and sat down together; Margarita reclined her head on her boy's shoulder,
as Alex rubbed her back tenderly while he kissed her clean brown
hair. After a couple of minutes, she raised her head; her pink cheeks were
wet with tears.

	"I love you, too, Alex my king." She put her two small hands around
the boy's cheeks and kissed him on the lips. An eternal love had started
that would take them to the highest peaks of happiness and sadness along
their lives; though that is part of this story still to come.

Margarita recovered and took her boy's hand, and together they watched the
sketch. Both were beaming with happiness. Their young hearts were beating
with joy.

	"I still need to make some touches to complete it; besides, I want
to show it to my master before I can give it to you." She turned and kissed
the boy again.

	"No Alex. Please keep it for you, so you don't forget me. If I take
it home, Brenda will be green with envy and may destroy it. It is safer
with you."

	"I'll do what my princess orders." And saying this, he kissed her
again.

	"Everybody calls you Alex. How shall I call you when we are alone
and together?"  Alex thought for a moment; they were special to each other,
so she was right. She should call him differently as his mom did. The boy
caressed tenderly the little girl's face with the back of his hand and she
sighed.

	"You can call me whatever you like best; my name is Alexander, but
also Alex, Alexei, Alexis, even Alexandrovich." She pressed the boy's hands
and kissed him a peck on the lips.

	"Do you mind if I call you Alexei?" He smiled and tenderly hugged
her kissing her silky hair. He sighed and murmured in the girl's ear.

	"I think you chose the best option. My mom calls me like that." He
paused.  "Nevertheless, I won't change yours. Margarita is the most
beautiful name I ever heard." The little girl had a sigh.

	"Margarita is a Spanish name, it means daisy in English. You are
the greatest boy of the world, Alexei."

	"I'm glad. I adore you, Margarita." They kissed on the lips; a
tender kiss as only two children can do. At that moment they heard the door
opening, Alex's mother was returning; they separated and stood as Alex went
to meet his mother. "Mom, please, see this." The woman went around the
easel and glanced at her son's masterwork.

	"Alexander, your grandpa would be very proud of you; it is not
beautiful because the model is, but great. The best you have done so
far. Congratulations my son!" Then turning to Margarita, she added, "Thanks
Margarita for inspiring Alex; it is not strange that everybody likes you."
Saying this she kissed Margarita's head. The girl could not be more
radiant.

	"Thank you, Mrs Lorton, I must leave, soon it will be dark and I
don't want mom to scold me."

	"I'll accompany you, Margarita," Alex said, and as they were
stepping down the stairs, slowing his voice the boy added. "I will be mad
if anyone hurts my most loved princess." She blushed and soon they were
running, hands clenched. Watching no one saw them, they kissed a peck and
she ran happily upstairs to her home. Slowly, Alex commenced walking back
home; suddenly he jumped and started running as a mad boy; he could not
explain why he did; but felt very, very happy, immensely happy.

Next day, Sunday, he wore his best clothes from his new father; after
returning from the Church service, he took the block of sheets where
Margarita's portrait was and ran to the Park. He immediately spotted his
father; Robert saw his adored child and both met in a mutual hug. The man
separated from the boy and watched him, still with the block under his arm,
his cheeks red with emotion.

	"You look beautiful in those clothes, son; but I think you have a
more important thing to tell me than about your beauty." Alex blushed; his
father knew him better than he knew even himself.

	"Dad, I want you to see a portrait that I have made." The man
opened the block, and after a few sketches, he found what he was looking
for. He remained in silence for some time, then he stared at his new son
with admiration.

	"Alex, it is a wonderful work, not only for the model. I think you
have put all your heart in it. I would like mom Julia could see it." Alex
hugged his father around the waist.

	"Please dad, take it with you; still it needs some touches but it's
almost finished."  Robert caressed his new son's smooth cheeks.

	"We'll do better. Run to your home and tell your mother we are
going somewhere, that I'll drop you at the Park Corner tonight around
eight." Before the man could say anything else, Alex flew, and ten minutes
later, he was back.

	"Mom says it is okay. Where shall we go, dad?"

	"Of course home. Well, I forgot that you have never been
there. It's in New Jersey, not very far from here." Robert picked all his
painting tools, placing them in the car's luggage compartment; they boarded
the car, and a few miles away he stopped to put some petrol. Alex remained
in the car while his father phoned and paid for the gas. Alex was astounded
as he saw the houses in that place; all of them with gardens and wide
streets with many trees; some kids were running their bikes or
playing. Still was even more surprised when they arrived at Robert's
home. It was a large house painted in white, with a little porch with two
columns supporting the small roof. The garage was open and he could see the
large Land Rover car they had used before, plus another red-painted smaller
one. As they arrived, mom Julia was waiting for them at the main entrance.

	"How is the most beautiful prince of the world?" She hugged the
child and kissed on the cheek. "You look very happy, Alex; I suppose you
have your own motivations."

	"I have, mom Julia; but the most important thing is to see you."
She smiled for the compliment; the boy knew how to conquer her heart. They
entered the house and Robert then said:

	"I'm going to shower, I'm rather dirty."

	"I'll accompany you, dad. If you don't mind, of course." He gave
the boy a little jab.

	"Of course I don't mind. Mom Julia will get fresh clothes for you."

	"I love these ones, dad; mostly because they remind me our stay in
the mountains.

	"Okay son, mom Julia will put them into the washing machine and
will be ready before you return home. They got naked and proceeded like
they did when were on the old farm. Alex enjoyed the contact with his
father and the man felt how his love for this boy was filling his old and
anxious of a love heart. When they finished, the naked boy came out and
asked his second mother about the fresh underwear; without any inhibition,
he dressed in front of her, and then wore a white soft gown. The boy had
already conquered Julia's affection. Alex treated her as he did with his
mom; however, he could speak about things that with his mom he could not,
due to the different level of education. She rested her arm on the child's
shoulders and showed him the large house. As in Connecticut, he saw the
large boy bedroom and the wardrobe, however, in this instance, all dresses
were those of a teenager. Then Alex said:

	"You loved deeply your son, didn't you, Mom Julia?" The woman
sighed and pressed the boy's body against hers; then kissed him on the
head.

	"Like almost all of the mothers, Alex. We had only that child, so
all our love was for him." The boy noticed how the conversation was getting
the woman sad, so he quickly changed the subject.

	"Mom Julia, let's see my last work, I want your opinion." They went
downstairs and met Robert that had placed the block of sheets on the easel;
it was open showing Margarita portrait. Julia approached to watch the
girl's image; she raised her hand to her mouth.

	"Alex, it is great! And the model?" Alex blushed recalling the
scenes that took place after finishing the portrait. The woman felt the
boy's embarrassment. "Alex, we will frame it and you can give it to her."

	"No, I can't. She has given it to me. She has an older sister and
thinks she would harm the portrait."

	"But it is a delicious portrait, a masterwork, I would say."

	"Really do you like it, mom Julia? Dad, do you like it?" The man
and the woman stared at each other, Julia then answered.

	"It is a beautiful portrait Alex. I think you have put all your
heart into doing it; it is better you keep it." The boy thought for a
moment, then said.

	"I'll tell you what we can do. I'll keep the property but you will
keep and enjoy it during the rest of your lives. The woman hugged Alex and
kissed his blond hair.

	"Alex, while dad gets shaved, could you help me in the kitchen? The
assistant goes off on weekends." They walked up to the kitchen. They were
alone and Julia looked into the beautiful blue eyes of, in her heart,
adopted son: "You love her, don't you, son?" Alex deeply blushed again. He
kept silence for a few seconds.

	"Yes, a lot, mom Julia. She is my princess, and she said I am her
king."

	"Ah! That explains the stunning portrait. What's about if we put a
name to the sketch?"

	"A name? She has a lovely name: Margarita."

	"I don't refer to the person, but to the act. For example the David
from Michael Angelo; or the Meninas from Velasquez."

	"I understand, and what do you suggest for this one?"

	"Princess in Love."

	"But she isn't dressed like a princess," Alex argued.

	"Never mind. For you and for me, she is a real princess. The
highest princess of the world. The dress has nothing to do with her being a
princess. Am I right?"

	"Yes, you are. A dress doesn't make a lovely girl a princess."

	"You got it, son." He sent her the best smile he could muster.

CHAPTER 8
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Tom caught the sub and some minutes later he was at the agreed point; the
red convertible car appeared five minutes after his arrival. They looked at
each other; the man opened the door and Tom, entered the car. After closing
it, he gave a peck to John on the cleanly shaved cheek and the car smoothly
slid over the asphalt of the great city.

	"Where shall we go? The boy asked.

	"It's up to you to decide; either to the mountains or to my home in
New Jersey." Tom thought for a moment and with a gentle grin answered:

	"To the mountains. I love lonely places; we can enjoy Mother
Nature, I'm fed up with buildings and crowded streets. However, if you have
a better idea, I don't mind going elsewhere, as long as we are together. We
have the whole weekend for us." John grinned and patted the boy's thigh.

	"I like you took that decision; I also want a lonely and silence
place; we have important subjects to discuss and I don't want anyone
interrupting us."

	"Such as..." The boy chuckled; he felt his cock starting to get
hard.

	"Enjoy the trip now, we have time enough." In silence, John drove
the car and Tom did not disturb him. The man furtively looked at the
beautiful boy near him; his wild and curly long hair flying in the air like
a flag. He sighed. The boy started speculating in his mind why John was in
silence. He had done nothing to annoy him, all on contrary, John's eyes had
sparkled when saw him, he was happy to see him; and then... what would it
be? Maybe the premonition? He sighed. Suddenly he heard the man's voice as
if he was into another world.  "Don't try to speculate, my boy, in any
case, I love you, Tom." The child moaned softly and kissed the man on the
cheek; Tom did not want to distract him from the road.

	"I love you heaps, John." John grinned and he switched the radio
on, dialling until fixing a station with good music. They stopped for
breakfast and when they were near finishing, and John sipping the last
drops of his coffee, Tom asked: "Nothing bad, is it?"

	"Nothing to bother you, especially in what my love for you is
concerned." Tom smiled and kissed again his lover's cheek."

	"I'll wait until you decide to talk." After another hour, they
arrived at the cabin that Tom knew so well. They offloaded the car and
parked it in the large garage. "We have time for a walk, even for a hike,
but this time I prefer to remain here and walk slowly. The weather is
great.  What's about a good bath at the pond in the little river?"

	"Well, I like the idea, but remember how the water was. I suppose
the temperature has improved." Hand in hand, slowly they walked up to the
river; there they stripped naked, and Tom jumped into the cold water. "It
is cold but good, come on, chicken if not jumping!" The boy shouted. John
smiled launching himself into the crystal waters; he swam with powerful
strokes to where the lovely boy was inviting him to swim. They swan from
one side to the other; the pond was deep and wide enough to swim. After
some time, the cold water drew all their energies and felt tired. They came
out and laid down their tummies on the soft grass while the sun warmed them
up like alligators.

	"I like these moments of relaxing under the sun," John said.

	"I would like to be on top of a small ship anchored in the middle
of clear waters, naked like now, where we could do whatever we liked, as I
have watched in some movies. I like the sea, rough sea; I don't think I
would get seasick.

	"Perhaps you should study to be a good seaman. Have you ever gone
to a beach like that?" The boy turned his head, so he could see John's
face; he grinned.

	"The only clear waters that I have seen are those of the dirty
Hudson." The man smiled. "On the other hand, I don't want to be a seaman. I
would like to be a good fashion designer and have my own trade business."
He paused waiting for the man to make any question. "That money that I got
on hustling is for that purpose. When I grow, I'll go to Europe to study at
a good fashion school, and I'll take with me, if I can, my sister
Margarita.

The sun and the relax recovered them, and without warning, Tom went on top
of the man and started making ticklish to him; the man reciprocated and
soon they were laughing and wrestling on the grass; then suddenly they
stopped. Tom was on top of John straddling him; his eyes fixed on the
tender smile that John was sending him. He was shaved and as usual
clean. Tom approached his face and kissed John's lips. He liked them, he
repeated and in seconds, their tongues met in frenzy and abandoned
lovemaking session. The man had been waiting for this since he knew the
boy. Their cocks were hard and both spilling precum. John's dick rubbed the
boy's butt; his cock was between the boy's legs; Tom's cock was near John's
buttonhole. A few minutes later, their bodies tensed as their orgasms
peaked; the man started spurting wads of thick hot semen that landed on the
boy's back. Tom felt the strong orgasm and fell on the man's chest; his
lovely hair on the man's right shoulder. He had experienced the most
exquisite orgasm of his life. After some minutes of relaxing, as the man
was rubbing the boy's back, John felt the wetness of Tom's tears as the boy
murmured in the man's ear.

	"I love you, John. Please don't abandon me like my father did."
John felt the convulsions of the young boy as he cried in silence. His hot
tears running along the man's neck.  John continued tenderly caressing the
boy's back."

	"I'll never abandon you, my little man... if you don't like;
because I love you. That's the important point I want to discuss with you."
The boy slowly rose ashamed, kissed a peck on the man's lips, and went into
the water to take rid the man's seed. John stood and also went into the
water, starting to clean Tom's back. "We better return; you must be
hungry." Tom grinned.

	"Yes, I am.

They returned to the cabin and had an abundant late lunch in silence. It
was late to walk and preferred to remain at home. Tom helped John to
prepare the fire and they sat on the large couch, Tom laid the head on
John's thigh. Then, near as a prayer, the boy whispered:

	"John, I want you to fuck me tonight. I don't mind if it hurts or
not." The experienced man knew that was a cry; the boy wanted him because
he thought he would abandon him. How did he know he was leaving? That was
impossible. Then gently, John caressed the boy's head and kissed him on the
clean hair.

	"Tom, neither I'll abandon you nor I'll fuck you, I love you;
little man. I have had many boys in my life, but only two have reached
deeply my heart; you and Carlos. How could I abandon you? However, there
are some circumstances that you must help me to cope with them." The boy
raised his head and sat in front of the man. He fixed his eyes on John's
and said with determination.

	"I'll do anything that you order me; anything!" He exclaimed. The
man grinned. He was so beautiful still with his wet cheeks; he kissed the
boy lovingly a soft and tender kiss on the lips.

	"Tom, please, listen to me carefully and don't interrupt me until I
finish, unless I ask you. What I'm going to say is highly confidential from
the commercial point of view, and nobody must know it." He paused. "I have
been appointed General Manager of my bank for California, living in LA. It
is a great responsibility and I need my ideas clear without any worries
that could distract me from my task. Doubtless, I'll be forced to take some
measures and decisions that will affect some persons, some for good, and
some for bad; as you will understand, nobody must know it." He paused
again.

"About us. My plan is to obtain your guardianship and take you with me. You
will study in one of the best schools of California; later when you grow,
you will go into College to become whatever you want to be: MD, Engineer,
Seaman, Fashion designer, bank employee... anything you like best. I'll
support you as my own son. You will live among people highly educated;
therefore, you will need equally to be educated. I know you can if you want
it. I'll sell this house and buy a new one in California, either near a
clear water sea beach or in the mountains; or a boat to spend holidays on
board, fishing or doing whatever we like, as you said." He paused for a
moment and then continued:

"Tom, this is a great opportunity for a bright and lovely boy like
you. However, as in accounting, there is part and its counterpart. I have
explained the good part; now the bad counterpart: you ought to break all
your current bonds with your present family and friends, starting a new
life near me as my foster son; at least, until you are twenty-one y/o and
can take decisions by yourself." The explanations sank into the boy and he
kept silence while he was digesting all that he had heard. "I'll set the
fire on; I don't want you to catch a cold." John brought some wood and
lighted the fire while Tom was thinking about the man's offer. Flames
reflected spectacular forms on the boy's eyes. John sat down near him,
cuddled the naked boy to his chest, and kissed his hair. Then Tom said.

	"John, it is beautiful what you have said and I am sure nobody
would reject this opportunity. Above all, I must thank you for your love. I
love you more than I thought, and I need you badly; however, the conditions
are hard to fulfil. Let's start with my mother. How would you manage to
achieve my guardianship? She would do anything to stop me going with you."
The man grinned.

	"Tom, I have removed heavier stones than your mother. That's not a
problem, leave it to me."

	"I don't care about Brenda, she is a beautiful and intelligent
witch and will survive; but what about my little sweet Margarita? I would
never see her again. I had promised myself to take care of her; even I said
to Alex that she would be my heir if something happened to me.  They love
each other; at this very moment, he is making a portrait of her."

	"I would say that is the most critical point. Only I can promise
you that if we know she is in need we would help her; however, your mom
earns a decent amount of money plus a pension that she receives from the
Government to take care of you three; I can't explain myself why she keeps
your family like that."

	"She is a fucking egoist. If I could get Margarita with me..."

	"I'm sorry, Tom; that's impossible. On the other hand, you love
Alex, and Alex loves her. You would break their hearts. I suppose she would
get accustomed to missing you, the same as Alex. Your boy, in three or four
years, will prefer Margarita or another girl, and you will be history for
him. I'm sure he will love you as a brother, but nothing else."

	"The hardest part will be to say goodbye. I can't even imagine
that."

	"You won't need to say goodbye; just hug her like everyday thinking
you won't see her tomorrow because when I tell you, we'll leave without any
previous notice. Surely you will miss her a lot during the first months,
but time heals the deepest wounds. I took a similar decision many years ago
and I never regretted it. It will be easier than you are thinking now."
Tom thought that in spite of his protector's prohibition, there would
always be a possibility to contact his little sister.

	"When would we leave?"

	"During the school holidays. Firstly, let's say in two weeks, we'll
secretly fly to LA to know the place and schools; unless you previously
accept the one I choose for you. Nothing of boarded. While you are at
school I'll be at work; practically we'll return at the same time every
day." Tom imagined the scene of his father meeting him on returning from
the school. He sighed, and then, looking into John's eyes, he hugged him.

	"I would go to the hell with you; if I remain here, the wounds will
never heal. Please take me where you like, and choose the school that you
prefer, as long as it keeps me near you.  Please, please, let me be with
you!" Tears again rolled along the child's lovely face and John hugged his
near son very hard to his chest. John had never felt like that in his whole
life; his throat was tight with emotion.

	"Tom; I was terribly scared just minutes ago because I saw your
doubts." The boy kissed his father on the lips, a long and tender kiss.

	"Let's forget everything and look ahead. We can do great things
together, dad." John smiled at his boy and ruffled his curly black hair.

	Yes son, let's start a new life and adventure together." He
paused. "Since you agree with the school, we must prepare your equipment."
The boy interrupted his new father.

	"The equipment. What equipment?" The boy smirked.

	"Tom, this is serious, please don't laugh. Now you are the foster
son of a rich banker, you must also look like it. You ought to wear good
and comfortable clothes; travel in first class; go to nice restaurants when
necessary, etc. Next Saturday I'll pick you up early, we need to go
shopping; except school uniforms, we'll get everything here. Winter clothes
will come later in LA."

	"Then we'll go to the great mall?"

	"Well, if you like; why not? However, there are some clothes that
need to be made especially for this lovely figure." Saying this John turned
his head on the boy's chest and bit one of his nipples. Tom laughed. "We
will visit Martin Tailors." Tom opened wide his large black eyes.

	"That's a very expensive shop!"

	"Not so expensive for a rich and beautiful boy like you are."

	"I guess I have to get used to these changes, but I'll never spend
a single dollar more than necessary. I need to save money and put it into
my account; I'll need it when I grow and go to Europe; however, what I'll
not save is eating your cock." Tom pushed his father on the couch and took
in his mouth the semi erected dick that soon came at full length. John
turned his son on a 69 position and sucked the boy's cock eagerly. A few
minutes later, they were in the seventh cloud enjoying their union.

CHAPTER 9
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Monday came and Alex met Tom and Margarita on their way to school. He
stared tenderly at his loved girl and said:

	"Where is my princess?" The girl gazed at her sweet boy.

	"Waiting for her lazy and sleeping king." He gave a quick peck on
her cheeks and gave her his hand. Tom was amazed; at that moment he knew
Margarita would miss him, but she would never allow anyone separate her
from Alex. They talked about the fantastic weekend and about the portrait.

While they were walking happily up to the school, John Corporate and Tom's
mother were sat with a coffee in front of each other, in a corner of a
quiet luxury cafeteria, not far from Central Park.

	"Well, Mr Corporate, my partner has commissioned me to meet you;
sorry but I am not used to this type of places." John stared at the woman
sternly and said:

	"You should, Mrs Lopez-Barrio. Your earnings are more than
sufficient to afford it."  She looked inquisitively at the man that had a
portfolio on the chair near him. She did not know him; however, she knew he
was a distinguished man.

	"Go to the point Mr Corporate; I cannot lose my time speaking about
my private life. I need to know what you want." John could observe the
woman's determination, so he did not lose any time on preliminaries.

	"Okay. I need your son Thomas' guardianship to take him with me."
The woman stopped moving the teaspoon in her cup. She knew men well, and
understood that elegant and rich man was not joking; so she could not
laugh. She stared at him in silence.

	"You are asking for too much, Mr Corporate; I know what you want my
child for. He is not on sale."

	"You are partially wrong, Mrs Lopez. I plan to take Tom with me; to
place him in one of the best schools of this country; later on, when he
grows, he would go into the University and become what he deserves for his
intelligence..." Abruptly, the woman interrupted the man.

	"And his dick." She smiled. "You will never get him!" She said with
sarcasm.

	"Okay, Mrs Lopez. I said before, you could afford this
cafeteria. However, you cannot because you spend your money in
some... let's say, other business, instead of giving a better life out of
that miserable hole to your younger children. Nevertheless, you keep them
there because you need the money to attend two criminals; one convicted and
jailed for many years for drug traffic, and other, facing a jury for
possible rape and murder." The woman got white as the man continued. "The
Government gave you a pension so you could take care of your younger
children, though you have been swindling them; this, Mrs Lopez, could take
you a long season into jail plus losing your children's custody; then the
authorities would put them into foster houses. Do you think that would be
better for them?" The woman sniffed containing her tears. She murmured.

	"Those criminals, as you say, are my sons, too. A mother..." John
looked unsympathetically her and she stopped her arguments.

	"Men are responsible for their acts. They are not just children;
fortunately, Tom doesn't know anything about his half-brothers and doesn't
carry their surname. I agree a mother should help her sons, but not up to
the extent that you have done; punishing your other little and innocent
children with the misery, and including smuggling drugs in your car for
them. The police had a strong belief that you were as guilty as they were;
however, they took into consideration your origins and the early age of
your infants. Any comments, Mrs Lopez?" She moved her coffee slowly
pondering the circumstances. She admitted to herself that the man was
right. She had not been certainly a good mother, especially for her younger
son, the boy had found the love that she did not provide to him.

	"Yes, give me those papers to sign." John extracted three copies of
the document that his lawyer had prepared and both signed them. He then
gave one copy to her. "You should keep a copy of it if you like." She gave
it back to the man despising it.

	"I don't need it. He won't be my son any longer, as soon as he
leaves us." She paused for a moment. "When are you moving and where will
you be? Shall I be allowed to see him?"

	"This is strictly confidential and for the benefit of all of us,
you should keep it for yourself. Still, I don't know the date; I'll call
you from the airport. We'll live in LA; he will become a rich young boy,
son and heir of a rich man, therefore, living according to his social
status. You won't be able to see him unless he expressly asks me this
before he reaches 21 y/o. I am not a man slaving a boy, Mrs Lopez;
therefore, he will be able to return anytime, however, he would lose
everything and I would regret it deeply. Mrs Lopez, you may or may not
believe me, but I love Tom with all my heart." The woman stood, and
extended her hand with determination; John shook it.

	"I won't interfere in your lives. I wish you a happy life
together. Goodbye Mr Corporate."

	"All the best, Mrs Lopez." She left leaving John with all documents
and some puzzlement. He would have liked to know the woman in other
circumstances. Tom's mother, for the first time, felt remorse about her
behaviour with her young children. Yes, the man was right, now it was too
late for her. Her son had the right to live a better life out of her. It
seemed she carried with her a curse that led to losing her male children.

It was the middle of June 1960; school activities would finish at the end
of the month.  Examinations would take place on Friday morning, and all
boys and girls were excited. Due to the great change experienced by Tom
during the last months, the Board of the School had proposed to give him
and some other students, the opportunity to return to their correct grade,
if they could reach a general qualification "B" in a special examination;
therefore, recovering all they had lost. Alex and Tom spent the whole week
concentrated on that task. There was no time for sex, kisses or sketches;
even during the school breaks, the boys went to the library to continue
their hard work. Friday came and he, along with other three boys and one
girl, entered in a special classroom, accompanied by two teachers. When
they came out, two hours later, the young children were like jelly. After
half an hour, the classroom opened the door, and immediately was crowded
with expectant students and parents, waiting for the school decision.

Finally, the teachers announced the name of each candidate and his or her
respective qualifications. Tom and two other boys and the girl had
succeeded; one had to continue arrears as up to now. Tears, hugs and
congratulations came to the boys and girl from all corners of the room. Tom
hugged Alex with the force and tenderness he could gather; then he took in
his arms his little sister Margarita and raised her to his chest, kissing
and mixing their tears. Brenda looked at them with envy, despised her
brother and left. She was also arrears but had not the strength and courage
to do what Tom had done. She hated and admired him at the same time.
Nevertheless, deep in her heart, she felt her love for her handsome
brother.

The mothers of the other students were there to support their children; Mrs
Lopez was not; she thought that boy was not her son any
longer. Unfortunately, she had lost her last chance to recover her son. The
boy missed her; he would have rejected John's proposal if she had shown
there offering her love, but she did not. He had not been able to talk to
his mother since three weeks before. When they were getting ready for
school, she was sleeping, and when the children came back, she was at work;
except weekends; but those times were either for his new father or to work
with Alfred.

Happily, they returned home. Practically school had ended, only the next
week boys and girls would attend, mostly to say goodbye, collect their
qualifications and apply for the summer camps. Tom had different plans.

	"My princess, I must remain with your king, my teacher, to
celebrate my success, please you continue home."

	"Can I stay with you?"

	"You can, but you may not." Her brother corrected her. Then Alex
took her hand in his and the girl sighed.

	"Your brother is right, my princess. Tomorrow, after my chores,
we'll go to the park together, and on Sunday, if your mom agreed, you will
come with me to the Church service."  She looked at her boy radiant with
joy and sighed again.

	"I agree with you, my king." She then ran home. They entered into
Alex's house and the boys hugged very tightly. Then they discarded their
clothes.

	"Alex, I want you to fuck me until we are exhausted, then I'll tell
you something very important." They had sex until their young cocks went
flaccid. They laid their heads on the pillow facing to each other; and then
some tears started rolling on the elder boy's cheeks, wetting the pillow;
Alex tenderly wiped them with the back of his hand.

	"You should be happier than ever before, nevertheless you are
crying. Why Tom?"  Alex said with all the tenderness he could muster. He
dragged his friend to him and they hugged.

	"Alex, I shouldn't say you anything because I am breaking a
promise, but I would feel miserable the rest of my life if I don't do
it. Please keep it for you in your heart. Do you promise?"

	"You are scaring me, Tom. I promise; but have you done anything
wrong or horrible?"  Tom raised his head and laid it on his elbow staring
into his best friend's eyes. He could not stop his tears dribbling down his
cheeks.

	"No, at least it is not horrible for me." He sighed and rubbed his
eyes to stop tears.  Then he dared to start. "Alex, within a few days I'll
leave and I won't be able to see you again, even my family." The boy's
voice cracked, as he could not stop his tears. Alex understood that his
friend had taken a very important decision; he gazed at him encouraging
continue. "I don't regret it for my mom and Brenda..." Alex interrupted
him.

	"Are you mad? Why will you leave? Are you being forced? Do you have
any problem?"

	"No, no one has ever forced me. I love him and he loves me. He will
be from now on as my father, brother, and lover, all at the same time. He's
gay like I am but very rich. I'll go..."  Here he repeated John's words."

	"So you are a rich boy as those we see in the park in luxury cars."

	"Yes, more or less, I guess."

	"When will you leave and where your home will be? At least we can
write each other."

	"I don't know and I cannot disclose the place. I'll try to write
you, Alex. You are straight, you love my sister, and she loves you. Please
look after her; I won't be able to do it myself. I'll put all money that I
can get into that account. Take it if necessary when you are old enough..."

	"But what's about your mom? She loves you... well, I guess."

	"Do you think that I would abandon my family if I had a mom like
yours? I wouldn't for all the gold of the world. Do you know she earns a
lot of money? What does she do with it? We are poor as rats, yet we could
live decently in a nice house. In such a way, she forced me to go into
hustling and being a whore boy; I'm sure she knows it. Why didn't she stop
me? I am her son; there is no doubt about it. Why doesn't she love my sweet
Margarita and me? Why Alex?"  He said these words aloud and crying." Alex
hugged his friend tenderly while he rubbed his smooth back and felt the
convulsions as he cried. He did not understand the world of adults.  Yes,
Tom was right. He had questions that he could not answer; at least by
now. He continued feeling the spasms of Tom's chest as he was sobbing
bitterly; when he calmed down, cleaned his friend's tears and lovingly he
kissed his cheeks.

	"You have my promise; I'll take care of Margarita because I love
her." After a few minutes of silence Tom added:

	"Tomorrow I'll go shopping; possibly to buy dresses as those you
saw in your new father's house." Then John extracted two fivers and gave
them to his friend. "Please, spend this with Margarita when I leave, not
before; and tell her I love her very much and that she will always be in my
heart. I'll feed that account with enough money to keep both of you in case
you need it. On 24th is her birthday, please take her with you and go to
that nice place and eat that pizza she likes." After some minutes of
silence, Tom stood, dressed and left.

The following day, as planned, Tom and John went shopping; then the man
told him about the meeting with his mom, and Tom about his success in the
examination.

	"Now you are my son, so be careful with your father because I'll
spank your lovely butt if you do not behave properly." Tom wiggled his butt
to his father laughing inviting him to catch him; they ran thru the house
like two happy children joking until he caught him. They hugged
tenderly. Next day they woke up, and after having some fun and breakfast,
his father told him:

	"Get dressed with that nice tracksuit you liked yesterday, I'll
wear mine." Both dressed as two students from the same school. John took a
portfolio and some documents while the boy was finishing. "Are you ready,
lazy boy" For an answer, Tom kissed his father."

	"Where are we going today, dad? To the sixth cloud?" Obviously, the
boy was referring to orgasms. His hormones had started to move in his young
body since a few months back, and now he noted how his dick was getting
hard.

	"Why not, my son?" The red car roared happily thru the motorway to
their cabin of love. In his portfolio, he had the documents proving that
Tom was his foster son. While the car was speeding, he could watch the
beauty of the boy that had conquered his heart. He promised himself that
Tom would be the last boy to enter his armour. Soon they arrived at the
cabin and as usual, Tom jumped from the car and placed his arm around his
father's waist; John looked down and their eyes met. He could see the tent
formed in the boy's pants. He sighed.

	"I love you, dad; now we are a family, dad and son, brothers and,
what is the best: lovers." They smiled at each other, and as soon as they
closed the door, Tom jumped on John's arms, his legs wrapped around the
man's waist. "Please, let's go to the bed. I need you. I'm very hot." John
kissed his young lover in a passionate and long kiss. He was hard, too.

	"I need to make a quick call." He left Tom on the bed that
immediately got naked; his cock leaking abundant precum; he squeezed it and
sighed. He stood and rummaged in the nightstand's drawer and found what he
knew had been there for a long time. John returned and lay near his boy; he
watched him carefully, kissed his dimples and caressed his hard-on. "You
are a beautiful boy and you will be a handsome man." Tom dragged his father
to him and kissed his lips hard. Then in a still pitchy voice, Tom said:

	"Please dad, let's do it right now. I want you inside me. I need
it. We need to be one body and one soul from now on and forever. Please..."
John knew he could not negate that to his son, let alone in those moments
that the boy was looking for his supporting love. However, he loved too
much the boy and did not want to hurt him.

	"Are you sure, Tom? I may hurt you some."

	"I don't mind." The boy answered with determination. He helped John
to undress and soon they were caressing each other. John took the boy's
dick into his mouth while Tom caressed his dad's hair. He needed only a few
sucks as the boy started bucking his hips needing a quick release. The
wonderful feeling arrived and John felt for the first time a lovely
sensation on his tongue, testing the first clear semen from the boy's
cock. A blur came to his eyes with that new sensation, and a tear rolled
down along his right cheek. Tom had recovered his breath and watched his
father's tear. "What's up, daddy?"

	"Wonderful news, my son." As Tom looked to his face inquisitively,
he responded: "They are tears of joy, little man." Tom smiled released and
John kissed him, introducing his tongue into the boy's mouth. He noticed
the flavour of his first seed, broke the kiss and hugged his father very
tight. Now he was the one having tears of happiness and contentment.

	"Thank you, dad, for making me so happy. Let's complete it." John
was to stand but the boy interrupted him. He showed him the tube of
Vaseline. "Come on, put me some." The man raised the boy's legs to his
chest, took a glob of the slippery substance and introduced it with his
middle finger; then another one, but this time with two fingers. Tom moaned
in pleasure.  After some time, John introduced a third finger and Tom
moaned again. "Does it hurt?"

	"No. It feels marvellous." John then thought that Tom's butt was
used to other boys' dicks and that had helped. He greased his fat cock and
got ready to fuck his son for the first time. He wanted him to enjoy and to
remember these moments forever. He also was anxious.  He placed his cock's
fat head in front of the pink ring. He sighed.

	"Tom, are you ready? Please relax and tell me if it hurts." Tom did
not answer; he had some experience with Alfred and his adored Alex. A
grimace of sadness crossed his mind remembering his young lover, but he
recovered immediately and John did not notice it. John pushed hard and his
dick entered smoothly into the boy's guts a couple of inches. He was an
experienced man, retracted and pushed slowly again. This time Tom felt a
sharp pain that subsided quickly; a third push and John buried his thick
dick into his loved boy's guts. Tom was sweating but happy.

	"Dad, please, push it completely into me. I'm ready." John bent and
caringly kissed his boy.

	"I'm already entirely into you, my son." Tom opened his eyes and
dragged his lover to him starting to kiss him around the face.

	"Please, go ahead and fuck me until I can see my seeds over my
belly." John started, firstly slow; then increasing the pace of his
thrusts. Tom moaned in pleasure, especially when John fully rubbed that
magic spot inside him. Alfred only had touched. Soon they were in a frenzy
fucking, breathing hard and moaning. John did not touch Tom's cock that was
very hard, he wanted him to enjoy as himself. After some minutes, he
exploded into the boy and gladly could see how Tom shot his clear nectar
till his buttonhole and a third shot dribbled along his hard bright
shaft. Still, with his hard cock embedded into Tom's rectum, John turned on
his back, dragging the boy with him. Now Tom was impaled on top of his
lover. Warmly he repeatedly kissed John. Then he raised and rubbed his
semen from his belly and sucked his finger. "It is wonderful, dad. I'm very
happy we did it." They continued those happy moments until their souls were
filled with love and their bodies spent.

They did not go for any hike; hand in hand, they walked till the little
river. It was very warm and Tom had recovered. He pushed his father on his
back on the grass, took his clothes off and immediately he placed himself
on top of the man. John knew what his boy and he wanted. Tom took his
lover's dick and impaled himself until he felt the curly bush under him. He
started moving up and down. John helped him with his strong right hand,
while with his left he stroked the boy's hard cock. After sometime, they
repeated under the sun what they had done on the bed. This time Tom
screamed in pleasure as he fell on top of his father's chest breathing
hard.  They remained a few minutes quiet enjoying the bliss of their
orgasms under the sun. Tom kissed again his father, and when he felt John's
dick was softening still inside him, he rose and smiling happily stood and
ran, splashing into the water. He would have wanted to keep his lover's
juices forever, but he did not want to stain his lovely shorts. John
followed him up in a minute and both swan and cleaned together. They lay on
the grass to dry; their faces looking into each other eyes. John caressed
his beautiful son's smooth face and took off a tuff of curly hair from his
forehead.

	"I love you, Tom, as I have loved only once before. I'm sure I will
never love again anybody like I love you." Tom looked at him and lovingly
kissed his father. In those moments he wanted never to separate from him;
he wanted to be tacked by his hands every night; to be received with his
arms open when he returned from school; in summary, that his father loved
and supported him. Two tears dribbled along his cheeks because he could now
have what he had missed and dreamed since his real father died seven years
back. "What's up, my son?"  Suddenly Tom stood and took his father's hand.

	"Please dad, let's go home. I need it." John seemed surprised; he
stood and looked into his son's large eyes.

	"Tom, we are at home and..." The boy tenderly interrupted him.

	"No dad, this is not our home, our home is in California. Please
let's go and leave all this behind. Please, please!" Tom hugged his
father's waist and started to sob. John was feeling something similar;
caressed once more his son's hair and kissed his head. Gently he separated
the boy.

	"Are you sure, Tom?"

	"Yes; please, please!" He near yelled. John looked at his
waterproof clock.

	"In that case, get dressed and hurry up. I don't want anyone
staring at the most beautiful butt of the world." Tom smiled, kissed a peck
on his father and quickly ran to the house. Ten minutes later, John took
the portfolio, locked the door, put on the alarm and jumped into the red
convertible car. The vehicle roared thru the motorway at the maximum
limited speed. Sometime later, the red car entered the airport; John parked
the vehicle and went into the exit terminal. He extracted two tickets and
they checked in. Tom was astonished.

	"Really, are we leaving?"

	"Yes, my son." The boy grinned. "Please, buy from that machine some
cold sandwiches, I suppose you are hungry." Tom grinned happily.

They heard calling all travellers to LA to proceed to gate five. While they
were waiting to board the plane, John went to make a phone call. "I have
called your mom; that was part of the deal."  In ten minutes, they were sat
comfortably on first class. "This is the first time I see a plane so close
to me." The man smiled.

	"This is provisional; in the future we'll fly in the Company's
aircraft, alone." After the takeoff, and when they were above the polluted
sky over New York, Tom said:

	"It is strange, but I don't feel anything. I'm looking forward to
being in that school, full of beautiful, innocent, and shy rich boys." The
man laughed; dragged the boy to him, and kissed him on the head.

	"With your large experience, it will be like a wolf in the middle
of a herd of lambs."  They laughed happily.

	"Yes, it will be fun, a lot of fun."

After the plane takeoff and eating the sandwiches, Tom felt he could not
keep his eyes open.  The excitement of the day took its toll; he cuddled
near his dad on the wide seat and soon got asleep. John caressed his son's
face and kissed him on the cheek. The hostess could not but to sight before
the tender scene. John extracted some documents from the portfolio and
started examining and reading them.

Tom was having a strange dream. He was in a meadow; it was night but a full
moon shone like it was daylight. Near a large tree he could see his little
Margarita and Alex, they were naked and kissing lovingly each other, their
hairs and eyes shining as polished silver; he called them but did not hear
him. Unexpectedly, they happily ran behind the big tree disappearing from
his view.  Again, they came in sight, but now they have grown teenagers; he
could see his sister's nice breasts and Alex's large dick. Suddenly an ugly
creature held her and took the girl back to the tree, while Alex shouted;
he seemed as he was pinned to the grass; he could not follow her, though he
was anxiously calling his sister, pleading her to come back; both were
crying in desperation, then again they disappeared. Tom was as a spectator
and could not intervene in the scene in spite of calling them. Suddenly
they showed again, this time, as adults, like his mom. Alex was very tall
and had a large soft dick; he caressed his sister's hair and kissed her
tenderly. Abruptly a boy of about his age came into the scene; Tom looked
at the boy's features; he resembled himself, but with strange bright green
or blue eyes and waving blond hair! "Dad, dad!" His own voice woke him
up. He found himself cuddled near his father.

	"Sorry, I had a terrible nightmare. Where are we?"

	"We have just entered in California; in around an hour we'll be
landing at LA airport."

Tom's mother received John's phone call; she sighed but did not feel any
remorse, all on contrary, when her daughters finished their late breakfast
she sat near them; she had accepted the fact of losing her son forever. She
stared at her lovely girls, so different on everything, but equally so
pretty. She felt a pang as she realised she had lost her three boys.

	"Margarita, you won't sleep with Brenda anymore; please arrange
Tom's room and change all your belongings to there."

	"But Tom doesn't like to sleep with any of us." She argued.

	"Don't worry honey. He wouldn't say anything." Margarita was as
taller and heavier as Brenda was, being near two years younger; she gazed
at her elder sister questioning her, but Brenda shrugged her shoulders, she
did not know anything.

	"I'll do it just now, Mom. May I go to the park with Alex to play
when I finish?"

	"Yes my daughter, no problem; but don't go too far." She proceeded
to move everything to her new room. Amongst all dresses, shoes and
magazines, she found the sketch that Alex made from her brother; carefully
she took it and kept between the pages of a large atlas that she had for
school. She thoroughly cleaned her new room, and when she saw it was tidy
and nice, as Tom liked, closed the door. Then happily and under the
scrutiny of her sister she left, showing her tongue to Brenda. The elder
girl took one of her shoes and tossed to her young sister at the very
moment she closed the door. Her mother heard the noise.

	"What's going on, Brenda?"

	"Nothing mom, sorry."

She met Alex near her house since he was coming to pick her up. She took
his hand and kissed a peck on the boy's cheek. He trembled when feeling the
girl's lips on his face.

	"How's my king this morning?" He smiled, and she continued. "Do you
know? Tom has changed his mind and now I'll sleep in his room." Alex
immediately stopped.

	"Has he said that to you?"

	"No, mom told me; and this morning I have cleaned and arranged near
everything of his room. Tomorrow I'll finish my move." She did not mention
anything regarding the sketch.  Alex wanted to tell the girl the whole
truth, but he had promised not to disclose it.

	"That's good. Perhaps your mom doesn't like you fighting Brenda all
the time and had convinced Tom to accept you there; you well know he loves
you dearly, so you will be more comfortable with him."

	"That's a reasonable explanation." They played with some other
children, and when they were tired, sat under a big tree; it was very warm
and they were sweating.

	"Margarita, tomorrow my dad will come, he and mom Julia want to
know you. Will you come with me to the church? We could meet them after we
return from the services."

	"Why do you call dad to him and mom Julia to his wife? They are not
your parents."

	"Well, that's a secret between us. I love them; I never had a
father, so I like it very much. Please, I want you to keep the secret; not
only this one but all we make or talk about it."  The girl grinned and
sighed.

	"Alexei, very soon I'll be ten and I am not as silly as Brenda
would like I was. I know what you mean."

CHAPTER 10
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Alex had referred to his new parents about his mom; how he loved her and
how good she was to him. Furthermore, that she was sick since she was a
child, but had known it just after he was born. The man did not forget what
the child had said, and since her surname was not very common, he found
easily her sanitary historical file. He asked for a copy arguing that she
was a special case for study and investigation. At home, Robert sat and
carefully examined it. He called his wife.

	"Julia, please, have a look at this file. It refers to Alex's
mother." She put on her glasses and read carefully all the papers. They
finally reached the same conclusion. "If all this is correct, I wonder how
this girl is still alive."

	"What's about if we make her a medical check in our hospital?"
Julia suggested.

	"We cannot do it unless she has an insurance to cover it. Our
hospital is expensive and only rich people can afford it."

	"Let me talk to George; he, as the Director, can order it. The
Institution is obliged to accept special cases normally considered as for
investigation. If not, we'll pay for it."

	"Excellent idea," Robert said. "Tomorrow I'll go to the Park to
meet the child and I'll talk to his mother."

The following day, Sunday, he met Alex, and to his surprise, the girl of
the "Princess in Love" came with him; behind he saw two women, Alex's
mother and Mrs Lopez. Immediately he knew that woman was entirely different
from Alex's mother; educated and refined. The boy hugged the man and
Margarita followed him, however, not so enthusiastically. After the
introduction of Margarita's mother, he told Alexandra:

	"I have just come to ask you to allow Alex next week to come to the
mountain with us; however, if you like, you also would be welcomed, but as
you rejected it before..." He paused.  "What's about an ice-cream for the
children?" Then looking at Brenda, he said: "Mrs Lopez, it would be a
pleasure if you can join us." Margarita's mother was not frequently treated
like this in that part of the city, as she used to be during her youth. She
kindly responded.

	"With pleasure Dr Leigh; rarely we have the occasion of being near
a great cardiology specialist as you are." They grinned as the ice had been
broken. Robert had a strong feeling that he had seen that woman before. He
was squeezing his brains trying to remember where.

	"Thank you, Mrs Lopez, for the undeserved praises." All these words
seemed funny to the children. They sat and asked ice cream for the children
and lemonade for the adults. He continued. "Mrs Lopez, Mrs Lorton declined
to come because she feels tired in the countryside.  As an MD, Mrs Lorton,
I have taken the liberty to have a look into your sanitary historical file,
some points are not very clear and I would like to make you a medical
check." The young woman looked embarrassed, she knew could not afford that,
but Robert was prepared and guessed the possible argument from the young
woman. "Don't worry Mrs Lorton, your case will be treated as a medical
investigation and will be gratis." She sighed.

	"Thank you, Sir. I'll be at your disposal whenever you send a
request to my employer; after all, they are the Government's." Robert then
addressing to Margarita's mother, said.

	"Mrs Lopez, my wife and I want to show you both something; I hope
you can accept an invitation to come home for lunch a Saturday that suites
well all of us. Next one is engaged because we are going to the mountains
in Connecticut and Mrs Lorton has allowed us to take Alex with us. Also, it
will be great if Margarita could come with Alex; they look as inseparable
pals." The child flushed but intensely looked at her mother."

	"No problem, I'm sure Margarita will enjoy the trip. We will be in
contact Mr Leigh to fix the date for luncheon." The children jumped in joy,
especially Margarita that had never travelled outside the large city. After
some time chatting they said goodbye and Alex kissed the man on the cheek;
slowly he whispered in his ear:

	"Thanks, dad for inviting Margarita." The children did not stop
talking about their trip; her sister Brenda was terribly jealousy because
she could not interfere. Alex told Margarita about every detail of the
house, the meadows and neighbours; she was enthralled watching her boy
talking. She would stay the whole day hearing him.

Margarita thoroughly cleaned her new room and never asked her mother about
Tom; she presumed something had happened and her brother had not just run
away. When she unhooked her mirror to clean and hang it in her new room,
she found a little envelope stick on the back. She watched that Brenda was
not there, took it and saw her name on it. She opened it and found a ten
dollars bill and a hand-written letter, it read:

	"My dearest Princess, I guessed you will be moved to my room and
Brenda will not help you, so I am sure you will read this. I am leaving,
not running away. I cannot tell you where and why because that would take
me too much time. Mom knows it, but surely she will not tell you. I have
found a real father who loves and takes care of me. My only worries are
that I will not be able to see you for a long time, my precious princess. I
will live like a rich boy into a rich family and will attend to one of the
best school in the US. Alex loves you and I know how you love him. He is
the only real friend I have had. Please keep this in your heart, if
necessary, destroy this letter. A great hug my little princess. Love you
dearly. Tom."

Margarita hardly could read the last sentences, because she was sobbing;
besides, the letters were blurred and difficult to read, probably Tom was
crying, too, when he finished writing. She kissed the letter and put it
back behind the mirror, however, she took away the money. Now she felt more
comforted and happy. She would not tell anybody, even to Alex, though, she
guessed, he knew more than he admitted knowing.

On Tuesday, Alex's mom received a note from her boss; she was required at
St. Mitchell's Hospital to cooperate on an investigation about heart
disease. She went there; Robert and some other doctors kindly attended
her. She spent the whole morning in the hospital, and they called her for a
new appointment the following day at 10:00 am.

	"Alexei, tomorrow almost certainly I will be late here. Dr Leigh,
his wife and a few others doctors had examined me today. They made me many
questions about my family; they placed me into machines I have never seen
before and extracted blood for analysis. I think they are doing a good job,
and all thanks to you, my little son." She hugged and kissed her dear son.

	"Mom, I'm sure that he will make everything possible to cure you."
Then the boy changed the subject. "It seems Margarita's mom know him. Don't
you remember the politeness of their words?"

	"Yes, but that is common among educated people and of the high
society; I wonder how Mrs Lopez knew him. It seems she hide more than we
know."

	"Mom, please, you must forget about gossips, and don't lose a
single word about what they tell you in the hospital."

Alexandra was at the hospital at the fixed time, five minutes later, a kind
nurse introduced her in a small room where Robert, Julia and other two
doctors received her. After making a few more questions, Robert said:

	"Mrs Lorton, we have made a complete examination of your case; and
unfortunately it has confirmed what other specialists had said to you
before; even it has worsened." Julia stood and sat near the young woman,
taking her hand in hers; one of the other doctors continued.  "Mrs Lorton,
we can't explain how you are still alive; those sicknesses you felt are a
clear symptom. You need to be interned into a special hospital if you want
to prolong your life." All kept silence, she then said.

	"To be interned in a hospital is almost the same as jail. I won't
be able to see my son daily, but only on short visits and with a nurse near
us. I, I think I will not go; besides, I can't afford it." One of the other
doctors that was observing her, spoke for the first time.

	"Mrs Lorton, don't worry about the money. Dr Leigh would be in
charge of that part."

	"Thank you very much to you all; especially to you, Mrs Leigh." She
then paused and stared at Robert. "What's the expectation about my life, Mr
Leigh? Please be sincere." Doctors looked at each other before answering
the brave young woman's question.

	"One week, one month... we will never know. Mother Nature is very
unpredictable. If you go into that hospital, at least for a month, they
will keep you alive for that time." Alexandra kept silence for a couple of
minutes, and then she asked:

	"Do you have a lawyer available?" That took aback the team.

	"Yes. Why?" Alex's mother looked into Julia's eyes; extended her
hand and she understood the young woman was looking for strength and
support. Julia pressed it encouraging her to continue.

	"I won't go to that hospital, at least for the time being; however
I would like to express my will in respect of the future of my son; that's
the only possession that I have." Julia pressed her hand again. Ten minutes
later, a well-dressed man entered. He had previously been warned about the
patient's critical situation. After the preliminaries, he said:

	"Madam, I have been informed that your name is Mrs Alexandra
Lortonoff, am I right?

	"You are, sir.

	"In this case, out of the legal requirements that I'll read you
later, please express freely what you want to do with your properties
and/or family. This lady and gentlemen, here present, will witness your
assessment. Do you understand?"

	"Yes I do, sir." She paused. "I have no properties at all, but I
have a great boy, my son Alexander that will be eleven on next October
10th. I want to grant his guardianship, custody and education to Dr Robert
Leigh and his wife Julia Leigh until he is 21 y/o, once I had disappeared.
They will be able to adopt him, if he consents, according to the Law of
this State. That's all I have to say." She then wiped her tears.

	"You have been very clear Mrs Lortonoff. Mr and Mrs Leigh, do you
accept to be the guardians of the said boy, as per the Laws of this State
and in general of the USA?" Both in unison answered:

	"Yes, we do." The lawyer extracted three sheets already printed and
filled with names and gave them to sign all parties. Once finished, he
continued: "After registration of these documents, I'll send the copies to
you. Thanks for calling me. Have a good day." He left. The other doctors
stood, shook hands with Alexandra and left, leaving the three
together. Robert then insisted.

	"Alexandra, please, reconsider your situation. I must be a little
bit rude; but please, for Alex's sake, go to that hospital and live to see
your son growing." She stood and hugged the man.

	"Thank you Robert; you are now the father of my son, and you Julia
his mother. Only I will be in that hospital the time he is with you in the
countryside, so he can enjoy his deserved holidays, at least once. He never
had any type of vacancies." She hugged her friends and left the hospital.

She returned home and hugged her son that was nervously waiting for
her. Alex stared at his mom looking for a positive answer. "They had
confirmed what we know since some time ago.  Your father will pay my stay
in a special hospital while you are with them in Connecticut's
countryside." She paused. "I said your father because they are your legal
guardians after me. If I die, you will have good parents to look after
you." The boy was sobbing silently while he placed his arms around his
mother.

	"Mom, you won't die, because everybody loves you. My dad will do
everything possible..." Alexandra caressed her son silky and clean hair and
kissed it.

	"He wants to keep me alive at any rate, but for that, I must stay
in that special hospital forever; that's like a prison. No, Alexander, we
must be brave; when you come back from your holidays, I'll be here waiting
for you. If I die, it will mean God needs me; after all, we must die
sometime. Please, Alexei, cheer up, still, I am alive." She started making
ticklish to her son and he reciprocated as in the old times.

Saturday arrived; Robert and Julia picked the children up and the group
travelled to the old farm. Alex was describing Margarita all beauties and
she was with her mouth agape watching so many wonderful things. As other
times, they stopped for breakfast in the lovely road restaurant. This time
the waitress was not on duty, but a tall teenager that glanced at them
suspiciously; perhaps thinking they were making fun of him. Still, they
laughed, even more, when they were back in the car. Before they arrived,
Alex blinded the girl with his hands until the car stopped. The girl looked
around.

	"It is as I imagined!" Robert and Julia were full of happiness as
the children ran into the house and Alex showed her every corner of the
house, except the loft.

	"Dad, can we go to the little river to swim? It is hot."

	"I don't have any swimsuit." The girl argued.

	"I have one, but I cannot give it to you." He grinned and Margarita
stared at her boy surprised; he continued. "Because it is the one I used
when I was born."

	"When you were born you had nothing on you."

	"Exactly. That's what I mean." He started laughing as the girl ran
behind him trying to catch the boy. He went to his room and wore the
special jeans, but nothing underneath. When the four arrived at the little
river, he got rid of his pants and jumped into the cold water. "Chicken if
you don't jump." He shouted at her. The girl was wearing a sort of shorts
and a tight blouse; soon she discarded the blouse and jumped into the cold
water; she did not expect it so cold, but she bravely remained in it. Alex
watched the beautiful near-naked figure, especially her flat chest with the
little nubs of her nipples that now showed as if they had a button
inside. She approached the boy and said quietly:

	"You are a fucking naughty boy, but I like you."

	"Be careful with your tongue or I'll wash it up with detergent, my
princess. They spent the day enjoying the lovely temperature; and since the
day was long, they hiked to where he saw the deer, but nothing was
there. In the evening and after a good shower, men together, and women
separated, they had dinner. Tired as they were, joined in front of the fire
and soon the children started to yawn, Julia then said:

	"Time for bed, children." She gave a boy pyjama to the girl and she
wore it. Margarita went under the covers in the large bed; her room was
upstairs near Alex's room. Julia kissed her goodnights and left; leaving a
little red lamp on, just in case the girl needed the bathroom during the
night. She approached the boy that was covered with a quilt; he extended
his arms and kissed the woman.

	"Good night mother Julia. Thanks for bringing Margarita. " She
sighed and after kissing the boy's forehead, she went downstairs.

Since Tom left, Alex could not forget the times they had spent after the
classes, especially when they went to bed; his pecker got hard and he had
to beat it two or three times every night until it got flaccid; most of the
times his mind switched to his adored Margarita; then he would placidly
sleep. That night was not an exception. The night was warm and the
moonlight shone through the trees like white milk. He had jerked twice;
then got up, and stood in front of the large balcony; the moonlight bathed
his beautiful body as he started slowly jerking off his hard dick, enjoying
the moment. Suddenly he heard some muffled noise behind as the door opened;
he knew his new parents would never come in without first knocking on the
door. So, he guessed Margarita was in.

She could not sleep, in spite she felt tired; the large bed and the strange
moonlight scared her; yet she decided to ask Alex. When she entered into
the boy's room, she was taken aback by the view; he seemed an angel covered
and beaming with the moonlight; a beautiful ghost facing the forest. Had
not been for the external moonlight, she could not have seen him, let alone
to recognize what he was doing. Her thoughts were interrupted by the boy's
gentle voice.

	"Are you scared, my princess?" She was petrified.

	"How did you guess it was me?" Alex, without turning, continued
slowly masturbating his cock.

	"I am a sorcerer and a great shaman, my princess. I would recognize
you among thousands, even with my eyes blinded. He gradually spun as the
moonlight illuminated his waving curly blond hair. His dick was hard with a
lovely angle up. She grinned.

	"You are naked and your pecker is hard. Why?"

	"Please, lock the door and come here." She did and approached the
ghost; she was not scared but amused by the boy's theatrical
manoeuvres. "Look at those trees; they seem as if an angel had spilt milk
over them. I would like we were eagles and could fly and watch such
exquisiteness from the skies; we are mortal, but you are over them all, my
princess." He paused. "Yes, my dick is hard because you made it."

	"I made nothing, except watching you." She chuckled.

	"You did today with your gorgeous smile, your laughter and
especially with your naked chest in the river." She felt happy with her
boy's words. Then, pointing out to the boy's penis she asked:

	"Can... can I touch it?" Alex grinned.

	"Of course you can. All I have is yours, my body and even my life."
She felt very pleased with his boy's words and sighed. They sat on the bed
cross-legged, the knees touching, she grabbed Alex's dick that was jerking
with every heartbeat and felt as an electric discharge thru her
fingers. She smiled.

	"It is hot and hard. I never felt anything like this." Alex moaned
in pleasure as the girl touched the sensitive head.

	"Please, wrap it with your hand and move your fist up and down
slowly." She obeyed her boy and Alex could not stand. He placed his hands
on the girl's face and attracted her to him, their lips joined and Alex
pulled his tongue into the girl's mouth. She was surprised but felt good,
so she opened her teeth and allowed the intruder into her mouth; and as
their tongues touched, she felt a warm sensation and her face blushed. Alex
started rubbing her back, his right hand crawled under her short-sleeved
pyjama rubbing and caressing her baby skin.  Instinctively she spread her
legs as the boy's hand approached her panties. Now both children were
breathing hard and Margarita pressed her tongue even deeper into Alex's
sweet mouth.  She loved that and could not stop rubbing her boy's cock
up/down and sucked his tongue. Soon they reached the point of no
return. The inexperienced girl felt a wonderful sensation thru her body and
how she flew upper in the sky; she closed her pretty eyes and felt in her
mind an explosion of colours, better than the fireworks they watched on
July 4th. They broke the kiss and exhausted lay across on the bed on their
back. Alex was grinning, as his cock was getting flaccid and wet with
precum. After a couple of minutes of relaxing, Margarita asked:

	"What was that, Alexei? I felt a marvellous sensation as if I flew
into the outer space; I wanted my body to melt with yours and be only one
person; then an explosion of colours, as a beautiful rainbow." Alex moved
and hugged her very tight and tenderly.

	"Two different things, my princess. You have had the first orgasm
of your life. It is that beautiful rainbow; I feel the same whenever I have
sex; however, this time has been special; I would say spectacular." She
smiled at her boy's words.

	"Why my king?"

	"Because I love you, and that answer your second question. We
wanted to be only one because we love each other." She grinned and sighed.

	"Who taught you all these things, Alexei?" A sad thought crossed
his mind and she noticed it. "You don't need to answer, I know the reply."
They hugged again and she kissed a peck on her boy. "I love you, my
king. You have made to disappear all my fears. I'll return to my room."

	"I'll miss you, my princess."

	"I know it, my king; but tomorrow will be another day and many
others to repeat, I promise." They kissed tenderly and long, then, she was
to walk up to her bedroom, but he retained her; his dick was harder than
ever again.

	"Please, my princess, stay here for a while, I want to give you
something to remember this night." She could not resist her boy's eyes that
now shone as two silver cones. In spite of her short age, she guessed what
he wanted and was glad he had asked her to stay. Alex took her hand and
dragged her to near the balcony. He kissed her caringly. "I want to see you
as you have seen me."

	"Naked?

	"Yes, but covered with moonlight." She smirked at the romantic
moments. Alex took her blouse off, then her shorts; and he kissed her on
the lips as he yanked down her panties.  She gladly stepped out of them. He
broke the kiss and walked back a few feet to see the glamour and beauty
that was in front of him. He sighed and opened his arms. Without
hesitation, Margarita launched herself into them. They kissed passionately
and Alex dragged her to the large bed. She lay on her back as her boy
looked into her black eyes. "I love you, my princess." She could not
respond because immediately their mouths joined in a long and passionate
kiss.

Margarita had started to climb again that beautiful rainbow; Alex started
licking and sucking her earlobes, then her neck; the boy raised her arms
and licked her armpits. Margarita could not explain herself what was
happening to her; she laughed uncontrollably and gasped with the new
sensation; she was in another world. Then Alex sucked carefully her little
and delicate nipples and kissed them. The boy felt how his dick was wet and
leaking precum. He scooted down, kissed her buttonhole and finally took the
girl's clitoris between his lips. That was too much for Margarita; she
bucked her hips up in an attempt to take her boy's tongue into her. She was
panting and moaning hysterically near the top of her rainbow. Alex
understood he could not do all that he wanted that night since he was as
excited as Margarita was and near his strong orgasm. Quickly he placed his
dick flat along the girl's crack, rubbing her clitoris at the same time
they joined in an eternal kiss. Both reached the top of that magic rainbow
with an explosion of colours that took them together to the ninth cloud in
the outer space. Still breathing hard Alex broke the kiss and moved to his
right side, dragging Margarita with him; she was near unconscious as she
felt her face covered with Alex's kisses. After some time, she opened her
lovely eyes and kissed him tenderly back.

	"I love you, my king. It has been marvellous and beautiful. Why of
this tonight?" He grinned and caressed her face with the back of his hand.

	"Because I have nothing available to give you as a present, except
my love. Happy birthday my Princess!" She understood. Nobody had reminded
her of her birthday. Only her brother Tom was always in charge of that
task, and he was not there. Two tears dropped from her eyes that Alex
immediately wiped with his tongue.

	"But today is June 23rd, not 24th." Expressing his deepest love,
Alex kissed her and turned her head to the bedside table, where a
phosphorescent clock showed "00:10" am. She grinned and hugged him. "I love
you, my king. Thanks for the present; it is the best I ever received." She
stood, went to the balcony and got dressed. Again she gave Alex a peck and
returned to her room. She slept as never before.

The following day the four enjoyed being together. Julia made a tart and
they celebrated Margarita 10th anniversary. Robert took some pictures of
those crucial moments, most of Alex and Margarita together, running,
jumping and laughing; always hand in hand. They would repeat many other
visits when her mom allowed her to join them; however, that had been her
best birthday as far as she could remember.

That day, when they returned the children to their respective homes, Robert
and Julia felt the emptiness in their hearts and in the house. Suddenly a
thought crossed thru the man's mind.

	"Julia, didn't you recognize Mrs Lopez?" She looked at her husband
for the question, he continued: "No, of course not; you were still in the
school when I was at the University."

	"Did you know her, then?

	"Yes. I was not one of her close friends; she had many friends all
day around her.  She was not the type of a girl I liked as for my future
wife, and probably I was not the type of man she wanted or liked, either;
that united us as friends, but never close friends, only pals.  She was at
the School of Arts and I was on Medicine; we saw each other occasionally in
the College, in the Cafeteria or in parties. Probably she is now thinking
the same we are talking here.

	"Why didn't you tell her?"

	"You well know that's not the procedure in our society, let alone
after so many years.  It has been a great idea to bring her daughter with
Alex and the invitation to lunch. I'm sure she would have never consented
to leave her child with a stranger, as we apparently are for her.

	"How to happen she has fallen so low, coming from a great high
family?"

	"That's a good question, Julia. She is a Brickfield, and as far as
I knew then; she was the black sheep of her family; she was intelligent and
did not accept anyone imposing or commanding her, including her own father;
she had no mother. Finally, she fell in love with a real rascal; they
married against her family's will and had two kids. That was the last I
knew about her. It seems she has remarried after that because her previous
sons must be now well over twenty years old.

	"I would suggest you speak to her without keeping any formality; it
is good to know persons like she is, and better now that her daughter is so
united with our Alex."

	"I'll try next Saturday, during our luncheon."

CHAPTER 11
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On Saturday morning around 9:00 Robert picked the children up and agreed to
get both mothers three and a half hours later. Alex could not be happier,
especially when Margarita stared at him. She was beautiful. As that day he
painted her; she had her hair combed freely with a red ribbon preventing it
covered her smooth face. The boy's dick started to get hard, he had
masturbated that morning to prevent that situation but the girl was too
pretty and he loved her too much; besides, he could not forget what had
happened in his room in Connecticut's countryside. As when they travelled
to the old farm, he was describing her everything about the houses and
neighbours he knew. Just near the end of their trip, they saw a lovely
little house among the trees; it showed on a panel "For sale"

	"That's a beautiful house," the girl said. "I wish I lived
there. It seems a dollhouse compared with the others." The man smiled. It
had not occurred to him that comparison. Well, he was an adult; and
children have different perspectives; he thought. At that moment Alex
blinded the girl's eyes, and some seconds later, he retrieved his
hands. She opened her large eyes in disbelief. Julia heard the car and went
out to receive them. Alex jumped and kissed his new mom with love; the same
did Margarita that had lost her shyness.

	"Mom Julia, may I show Margarita the house?"

	"Of course, son," Julia said with tender affection. The girl caught
Alex's hand and immediately they ran thru the house; in the hall, there
were some oil paints, mostly landscapes from the mountains of Connecticut
and their park. A sheet covered two large ones. The girl asked:

	"Why are those paints covered?" Alex grinned.

	"They are too valuable, the light may damage them. We'll see them
later when the sun is on the other side." They entered the boy's
room. "This is my castle, my princess; from here my dreams fly to meet
you." She turned to see her boy's face, took his cheeks between her small
hands, and kissed him softly.

	"I love you, Alexei. Please keep your dreams with you, my king,
because tonight, if I can, I'll come to take them with me." They heard Mom
Julia calling them.

	"Alex, let's go for a walk to show Margarita the neighbourhood."
They flew downstairs, and hand in hand, the three started walking. Robert
remained at home. They saw many children playing on their grassed yards,
others riding their bikes or playing soccer; Margarita sighed.  When they
passed in front of a house that was for sale, she stopped. An old couple
was sat on the porch on swinging chairs, the man reading, and the woman
knitting something.

	"Good morning, Mrs Rocks." Alex greeted them. Are you knitting for
your grandson?"

	"Good morning, son. Yes, he is due within a couple of weeks. I see
you are well accompanied Mrs Leigh. Alex, won't you introduce this lovely
girl to us?" The boy made the introduction and Margarita kissed the old
couple on the cheeks.

	"You have a beautiful house Mrs Rocks," Margarita said.

	"Yes, it is not large but pretty. We are sad because we must say
goodbye to it after more than fifty years living here, but we are going to
stay in a place near our sons." They continued their trip. Alex knew some
other persons but they did not stop, only he waved his hand greeting
them. Near midday, Julia said:

" "Children this is not a formal lunch, so you can dress as you like. Alex,
if you want to change into another dress, you know where they
are. Margarita, you have your other dress on your bed; you will feel more
comfortable." Margarita did not know all these ceremonies just for a
lunch. The boy grinned. They walked upstairs and Alex murmured to her:

	"What's about if you help me dressing and I help you?" She smiled
naughtily.

	"I prefer the other way around." As they entered the girl's room,
she saw a lovely comfortable dress, very much the same as the one she wore
in the painting; with a little change.  The new one had a red ribbon around
the waist and a lace on her back, a pair of trainers and white socks. Alex
unbuttoned the girl's dress and as she raised her arms over her head, he
kissed her armpits and shoulders.

	"I would melt into you, my princess." He observed the beautiful
figure, and his mouth watered in lust. His dick was harder than ever before
in the confines of his underwear. She, grinned mischievously, placed the
dress on the bed and took the other one over her head; the boy took the
opportunity to repeat his kisses. He buttoned her and adjusted her back
lace.  "Please sit down on the chair to put your shoes on." She obeyed and
Alex took her calf with his left hand and kneaded it; the skin was like her
back, smooth as a baby's. "Well, you are ready, my princess." She chuckled
knowing the effect she had caused on her adored boy and she could see by
the tent formed on his pants. "You must pay my work, my "Princesa
Margarita." He knew Margarita spoke Spanish fluently as he did Russian;
that language was common in the West, besides her brother and sister did in
their father's memory. She then responded.

	"Gracias, Caballero." (Thanks, gentleman). He did not need any
help, but she insisted on unbuttoning his elegant trousers; as she did and
the garment went to his heels, he showed the bulge of his constrained
package into his underwear. Looking into the boy's eyes, she squeezed
it. "I'll kiss it tonight." The boy sighed. He took the fresh jeans and
shirt and quickly wore them; they had lost too much time.

A few minutes later their mothers arrived and Margarita was surprised
pleasantly to see her mother so easy and elegantly dressed. They had a
lovely lunch talking about miscellaneous things about the children. After
coffee, Margarita's mother said.

	"Well, my old friend Robert Leigh, can you show me your beautiful
house?" They looked into each other eyes; the man took her hand and kissed
it politely, then kissed her on the cheeks. Alex's mom was surprised, the
same the children. "We are old friends," Brenda explained.

	"Yes, since almost thirty years ago. You have changed very little
Brenda; of course, we are older, but not much." The boy and girl could not
believe what they were watching.  Brenda now looked at her little daughter
and said:

	"Do you think that I would have allowed you to go to the mountains
with a strange person, my beautiful daughter?" Julia then took both friends
and Alex's mother to the living room.

	"Please Alex, do it." Alex grabbed the sheets and uncovered his
sketch in black and white and the oil paint copy; both from the same girl,
however, the copy had been done substantially larger, near the natural
size. Brenda was astonished, but she fixed her eyes on the original. She
put her glasses on to see the author's name.

	"Alex, you did it!"

	"Yes, and dad made the copy." He said with pride. Do you like it,
Mrs Lopez?"

	"It is an excellent work for a child of 10 y/o. You have a great
future Alexander; believe me; I know what I'm talking about. Alex, do you
mind if I make a copy of it? After all, the model is my daughter."

	"You can do whatever you like Mrs Lopez." They returned to the
living room. Robert then took his old friend's arm and said to his wife and
Alex's mother:

	"Would you mind if I take Brenda with me for a while? I want to ask
her some personal questions while I show her the house." When they were
alone, she said.

	"Robert, we will have time to speak about our old lives. It is not
correct leaving the frightened young lady."

	"You are absolutely right Brenda. I don't want now to speak about
that, but to ask you for a great favour." He paused just in case she wanted
to argue. He continued. "We are very worried about Alexandra's health. I
don't want to be alarmist, but she can die at any moment."

	"Is it so grave?"

	"Yes, only if she remains into a special hospital we have the
chance to keep her alive; but she has rejected bluntly the idea, only
admitted that she will go during the month that Alex will stay with us in
the mountains, the boy needs it; he's growing and he must be well nourished
before the great spurt comes." He paused waiting for comment from his old
friend. "It seems you have, let's say, some power on Alexandra. I would be
grateful to you if you can try to convince her. We love that child, Brenda;
but he needs his mother, he is too young to lose her."

	"You always do the Good Samaritan, Robert! You are a good man, my
friend; I'll try it; however, I know her and she is not that kind of person
that easily changes her mind. By the way, favour for a favour; I want to
move out from that hole where we live and give my daughters a better
life. Please see if there is something not very expensive around here to
live in."

	"Thanks, Brenda. I think I have what you are looking for, even
Margarita loves it."  They arranged with Mr Rock the transaction of
property for the end of September, so the girls would start at their new
school as soon as possible. That was great, especially for the young
Brenda, of course not for Margarita; she would be separated from her boy;
only weekends she would be able to see him.

At the end of the day, Robert taxied the ladies home while the children
would do the following day. When they arrived home, Brenda tried to
convince Alex's mother about the hospital without any success; but she was
clearly determined to remain near her son without going to any hospital or
clinic.

The children spent the rest of the day as any of their age, running and
playing around the house. They met two neighbour girls; one seemed sweet
like Margarita, and the other like a boy into the body of a girl. She
enjoyed being with Alex, talking and asking him questions of boys.  Both
were cousins and 11 y/o. Normal girls, showing already their prepubescent
small teats.

	"I would like to be a boy like you, you are very lucky Alex."

	"Why? You both are pretty girls Sheila, and your cousin Lucy seems
very sweet." The girl smiled with sarcasm.

	"Yes, she is." She paused. "I hate my name, I would like to be
named Malcolm or something like that; a strong name." Alex grinned,
thinking about this girl; she was like Tom.  Would she like other girls
instead of boys? He thought. Suddenly she added, "Alex, let play soccer."

That night after dinner, they were sat down relaxing on the large sofa and
talking about the trip to the countryside, Alex laid his head on mom
Julia's lap for the first time; she, as his mom, caressed his
hair. Margarita laid her head on the couch arm on the opposite side, her
legs crossed with Alex's that reached to his knees. She was rubbing her big
toe against his skin. It was like an electric jolt going in both
directions. He bent his other leg to prevent they could see the tent that
his dick was creating. He could have stopped it but he liked a lot that
warm and lovely sensation. Then the image of the girl-boy came into his
mind and he asked his new father:

	"Dad, can a girl be as a boy at the same time?" The man was taken
aback by the question, on the other hand, no strange in a boy like
Alex. His wife grinned.

	"I suppose you mean if a girl can feel like a boy."

	"Yes, that's correct."

	"Yes. And a woman feels like a man and vice versa."

	"Sorry, Uncle Robert. What do you mean by vice versa?" Margarita
asked.

	"It is a Latin phrase meaning "on the other way around." He
continued as the little girl flushed. "In the first instance, it is called
commonly "lesbianism" and on the other "homosexuality." He did not want to
go further unless the boy insisted. "Why of this question, Alex?

	"Well, I have known boys who liked only boys, and even men who
liked other men; we call them fags or queers, but I had never met a girl
who liked girls as up today."

	"Do you refer to Sheila, Alex?"

	"Yes. She did not say that; but clearly told me she would have
liked to be a boy, that she hated her name. It felt strange how she stared
at her cousin." Julia then intervened.

	"In girls and boys of your ages it is normal such conducts; in the
majority of the cases, they change at the puberty. In those that do not, it
is a mistake of Mother Nature; and it is not exclusive of the human beings,
it can be found in animal, like apes." Alex started to laugh.

	"Why do you laugh?" Margarita asked.

	"Can you imagine a queer monkey in the jungle?" He then stopped
when he thought about Tom. "I'm sorry Margarita; I think I'm stupid and
should not make fun of Mother Nature's mistakes." With that, the subject
died down. "I think I'm going to bed." He and the girl stood, kissed the
adults goodnights and walked upstairs. When the children disappeared, Julia
laughed at her husband that smiled at her.

	"You have never dealt with a real intelligent child like this,
Robert Leigh."

	"Yes, you are right. I think I must reread my old texts about
children's psychology." He placed his arm around his wife's
shoulders. "Let's go to bed."

Margarita waited for more than an hour before she got up; then placed the
pillow under the covers simulating her body, and slowly sneaked into Alex's
room. He was waiting for her, naked in front of the large balcony, so the
moonlight covered him; he heard her delightful slow voice as she spoke:

	"Where is my king?"

	"Waiting for his princess." He watched how in seconds she discarded
all her clothes and went into her boy's arms. They embraced and their
mouths joined in a passionate kiss, strange for short aged children. After
a while, they broke the kiss. "Let's go to the bed; we'll be more
comfortable." She stopped in the middle of the large room. She fixed her
deep black eyes on her adored boy's blue ones.

	"You won't hurt me, do you?" He looked at her with all the
tenderness he could gather and kissed her red lips.

	"I would kill myself before hurting you; my adored princess." She
smiled wickedly and dragged him to the bed. They went under the covers,
their young bodies touching and Alex felt that wonderful sensation of baby
skin along his body. He started licking her earlobes and nibbling her neck;
she could not control her muffled laugh; Alex grinned thinking what would
happen when he arrived at her armpits. She felt the boy's cock rubbing her
void of hair crotch and she squirmed; that sensation of going up to the
skies trickled from her abdomen as Alex now was lapping her nipples. He
descended and put his tongue into the clean buttonhole drilling in it with
his tongue. She was anxious to end that torment and to climb into the outer
space.  Alex dick was rubbing continuously up and down against her young
legs; he was very close to his climax. Then the fireworks started in the
girl's mind as Alex put his tongue into her little vagina. She placed her
hands on Alex's head, gripped his curly hair, her body tensed as they
stopped breathing and a muffled yell came out her young throat as the
rainbow exploded in all its beauty. They were breathing hard; the boy head
on the girl's crotch and Margarita's arm on her boy's shoulders.

Near ten minutes elapsed without moving. She was caressing the boy's hair
and Alex rubbing her smooth legs. How could they be so fine and delicate?
He asked himself. Finally, she dragged the boy to her side and kissed him
gently. Alex kissed her palms and put them on her face.

	"Did you like it?" She smiled.

	"Why didn't you do it the first time?"

	"The good wine has to be drunk little by little, otherwise you
might get sick. That's what my dad says."

	"Your dad is very wise; but I don't mind to get drunk, if you get
too, with me."

	"I love you, Margarita. I will never stop loving you, never! She
grinned and kissed her boy.

	"I love you, too, Alexei. I fear the moment when I come to live
here and you are far from me in the city, with so many girls, like my
sister Brenda, around you."

	"You must trust me. I should say the same about you, but I don't
because I'm sure you love me as I love you."

	"What's about now? I suppose I have to go to my room." He looked
into her nice face shining in the moonlight and kissed her.

	"We have not yet finished. Still, we have two rainbows to explore."

	"Only one more and I'll die." They laughed happily. "Leave at least
one for the next time. On the other hand, I want to pay you back. I want
your pecker in my mouth; it is clean and delicate, and it must be like the
best candy."

	"Really, do you want to suck my pecker?" Sure you will send me to
the outer space where many rainbows explode at the same time."

	"How do you know it? He grinned as a sad quick frown crossed his
face. "Oh! don't worry, I know who did it to you, and I'm glad that
everything is kept within the family." She chuckled. Suddenly Alex turned
over dragging the girl under him. He continued licking between the little
girl's legs and she trembled; she spread them in order to give better
access to her boy's tongue. He sucked all toes one by one and she writhed
and laughed with the new sensation of pleasure mixed with ticklish. Then
the great moment came; he went into a 69 under her and his mouth started to
explore the pink young pussy. Margarita did not doubt a second and took in
her lips, for the first time, a boy penis. Her boy's dick, as she had heard
her brother naming it.  She knew that was a very sensitive organ; so she
placed her lips around the head and her tongue massage it. Alex near
screamed in pleasure and she felt very happy because she knew her boy was
enjoying her ministrations as much as she was his. Soon both were in the
point of no return, breathing hard; and as Alex used to say, they flew to
the outer space, where thousands of planets exploded at the same time,
giving an overflow of colours in their young minds as they
climaxed. Exhausted, they kept silence for a few minutes; then Alex turned
to his original position facing her. He played with her plaits and she did
the same with the waves formed in his blond hair. Then she said:

	"It would be beautiful to have a baby with your hair."

	"And with your eyes and dimples." They kissed again.

	"I better go to my room."

	"You can stay in my bed. Mom Julia won't say anything."

	"They are your foster parents and I want them also to be mine,
therefore, we cannot betray them." She dressed and quickly returned to her
room. The house was like a dead corpse.

End of Part 2