Date: Fri, 18 Oct 2019 16:43:52 +0000
From: Al Peres <al.peres@hotmail.com>
Subject: ETERNAL LOVE PART 1

Dear reader,

This is a lovely story entirely product of my imagination, where egoism and
selfishness are banned. I am sure you will like and enjoy it. It depicts
sex contacts between minors: boy/boy and boy/girl and a few times, adults
are involved.

English is not my mother language, therefore, please, be acquiecent with
the syntax.

Any comment sent to "al.peres@hotmail.com" will be welcomed an answered.

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			ETERNAL LOVE
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			By Al Peres


PART 1
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			Chapter 1
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Patrick Rockfield was driving along the deserted motorway thru the high
mountains covered with thick forests; it was a beautiful wild landscape
that in the next winter would be covered with thick and hard snow, where
lonely packs of wolves had started to appear just a few years before, as
used to be in the past before they were hunted until be extinguished.

He liked wilderness and untouched nature; likeness shared by his sons and
wife which was the cause he had purchased a wonderful Ranger Rover, an
off-road-diesel-four-wheel-car imported from the UK. However, that day, he
seemed not to appreciate the beauty around himself. He was absentminded
driving slowly without any objective to reach. He could not take out of his
mind the terrible recent events.

Just a year before, he was a successful middle-aged electronic civil
engineer with a happy family, his wife Nora and his 10 and 12 y/o smart
beautiful sons. They had travelled to Europe together with their
grandparents; his wife's father and mother, they wanted to pay a visit to
their Irish ancestors' land and enjoy a good and deserved holidays. After a
month stay, Patrick had returned to the US, since his business needed his
attention. He had promised they would be reunited just a couple of weeks
later at home, so they could spend the last three weeks of August on board
of their 12-metres wonderful boat, moored somewhere in a little fishing
port in California. He had received the terrible news of the airliner crash
and had returned to Germany to barely identify the corpses of his family,
and afterwards the funeral in Baltimore.

His sensitive body could not resist so many misfortunes. Businesses were
abandoned and later auctioned to pay the remaining debts. He went into a
hospital with deep depression, he did not want to live, he wanted to die
and meet his family. He could not commit suicide because he was a Christian
believer. He stopped eating, but that was a form of suicide, as father John
told him.  The priest and friend helped him, and after six months, he had
started normally feeding his body. Tears disappeared and the depression
continued in the form of nightmares. The doctor, a friend of his, advised
him to go out and face reality. He was not the only one in the world to
suffer; Jesus and many others had done before. Patrick assumed that death
could not come to help him in the hospital. He accepted their
recommendations, left everything and took his car.  He wanted to go to
California and sail alone in his boat, until Mother Nature, God or whoever
was to decide his fate made the final act of his life.

It was early and he had spent the preceding day and night driving, his body
felt tired demanding a rest. As the previous days and months, his mind was
a whirl of thoughts about his family. In his mind, he watched his beautiful
children calling him, and his adored wife extending out her arms to
him. Tears started again rolling along his cheeks. Yes, still, he was
deeply depressed.  Instinctively he took the first motorway's exit that he
found, and after some kilometres, he stopped the car near a gas station;
switched off the engine and reclined the seat. One minute later he was hard
asleep. Again his nightmares started, his children calling him: "Dad, come
with us, please come with us." Tears again rolled down his tortured
face. The bright sun woke him up, and then he drove into the gas station
and as a ghost, he asked to refill the tank with diesel. After paying, he
walked up to a small shop and stumbling entered in it, an old man was
paying for a lottery ticket. Suddenly he heard the voice of the young man
behind the counter.

	"Do you want to make a bet, sir?" His mind was somewhere except on
what the young man was kindly asking him. "Excuse me, sir, do you want a
bet?" The young man repeated. He stared at him again and mechanically
answered:

	"Yes, yes, sure." The shop's owner observed his doubts and thought
that man could be sick. He then insisted:

	"Are you alright, sir?"

	"Yes, yes, thank you." As the man did not move, the young man
started preparing a random bet, and then he extended to him the little
electronic pad.

	"Please, introduce your password." Patrick punched on the digital
pad four times. The machine then produced a paper ticket and he paid for
it, introducing it into his wallet. As if he was coming from the outer
world, he again heard the young man asking: "Do you want anything else,
sir? He thought for a moment, they were alone in the little shop.

	"Yes. I want all necessary for camping a few days in the mountains
with my two sons, canned food, bread, soap... everything we might need for
the weekend." The man again glanced at him; he was going to tell that man
that it was not a good moment for camping, because the weather forecasts
had announced storms and rain, especially in the near mountains. However,
the summer season was almost over, and he had not many customers, so he
thought should not interfere with the man's business. Since Patrick did not
move, the young man assumed he wanted him to prepare the purchase. The
shop's man took a large carton box and placed in it all he thought the man
would need. He was a camper, too, so he knew what to the man needed.

	"I am very fond of camping, too; so I have put all that I think you
and your boys might need." Patrick extracted some banknotes from his jean's
pocket and paid. The shop man took the heavy box to the off-road car and
wished him good joyful time in the forests. Yet, he was not sure how that
man could drive; besides, he did not see any children. "Probably they are
waiting for him somewhere. He is acting like a zombie." He thought.

Engulfed in his thoughts and depression, Patrick started the engine and
slowly drove to the road, but instead of turning to the left, returning to
the motorway, he did to the right, starting to climb the way to the high
mountains. The sky was getting very dark, showing some lighting high on the
peaks, yet he did not see anything and continued driving as if Mother
Nature was going to obey him. After a couple of miles driving up, he could
only see trees and more trees, and sometimes scattered shut wooden
houses. After two or three hours of a slow drive thru a very winding road,
he found himself in the mid of a wild forest. Unexpectedly, blinding light
and strong thunder brought him out of his thoughts, and for a moment he
woke up, instinctively assuming he was in danger. He saw a narrow and
non-paved trail on the right scarcely could see a log cabin in a clear of
the forest. He drove the car and parked in the centre of the clear.  That
was a shelter for people camping or hiking, a mounting hut. He knew very
well this type of buildings made from strong timber and provided with
objects to attend an emergency. He descended from the car as heavy drops of
rain started falling. Suddenly, two boys with sharp knives in their right
hands appeared in front of him threatening.

	"Your money! Come on, your money!" The elder boy shouted
insisting. The man watched the taller boy with the knife pointing to
him. Instinctively he tried to disarm the boy as his mind reacted. The
instinct of survival and the danger pushed his brain up to a maximum limit
of strength, taking him out from his depression and into reality. The boy
thought his life was at risk and attacked the man. Patrick was a strong
man, even now, after he had spent one year in a hospital. He tried to catch
the boy's arm but he pulled forward the sharp knife cutting the man's right
arm from the elbow to near his wrist. The sharp pain and the blood flowing
out from the wound fully awoke him and Patrick defended his life;
nevertheless, above all, he was a father and did not want to hurt seriously
the boy. With his left hand gave the lad a tremendous blow on his right
shoulder that made him fell on the wet floor near a tree, his young dirty
head beat against a hard tree root or a rock. The boy stopped moving as at
that moment a heavy hailstorm started. The younger one watched his friend
on the floor and reacted violently with rage and tears in his eyes.

	"You have killed him, I'll kill you!" He shouted blindly as he
attacked the man. Patrick tried to stop him even risking his other arm but
the smaller boy slipped thru his arms and stabbed the man on his upper left
leg, near the loin. Patrick felt the coldness of the iron into his flesh,
and how the blood started coming out from the wound. The smaller boy could
not repeat his action, because the knife was nailed up in the man's
leg. Patrick wrapped his strong arm around the boy's neck and pushed him on
the floor as the hailstones hit their heads and faces.  He extracted the
knife, closed it and put into his pocket, then lifted the boy and obliged
him to walk into the timber cabin without him making any resistance to the
man.

Now the storm was even heavier and he could see that the other boy was
almost covered with hail. In the hut, there were two mats recently used,
some trash on the floor and an open wardrobe with many things to be used in
emergency moments. Quickly, he took a piece of rope and expertly tied the
boy hands and legs not very tight, so it did not interfere with blood flow.
The little boy did not make any move against the man. He stared at him
watching his wounds, and then he began bitterly sobbing and murmuring.

	"Oh God, my God, what have I done? Please, forgive me, please
forgive me. I am very sorry; I did not mean that we did not mean that!" The
boy cried as abundant tears rolled down his smooth white cheeks.

Taken to the limit, Patrick had reacted and heard the boy weeping but he
said nothing. It seemed another nightmare to him, but now it was real. What
was he doing in that place? What had happened to him? Immediately all the
events of the past year came to his mind. Then he thought on the boy that
was laying unconscious outside as the reality overwhelmed him.

	"I need to save him." He thought. With some difficulty, he stood
and could see a trail of blood drops on the wooden dirty floor. The sharp
pain in his loin warned him about his wound.  Limping as the pain hit his
leg, he went out of the hut. Mixed water and hail were pouring from the sky
as he had not seen before in his entire life, the cold hail covered the boy
with a thick layer of ice. He scratched on the spot and soon found him; he
pulled the light body up into his arms, and with a great effort and
determination carried the boy into the wooden building, closing the heavy
door with his back. He dropped him on the other mat, the other boy started
to cry again loudly as he repeated:

	"Oh God, my God! What have we done?" Abundant tears dribbled down
his dirty cheeks. Patrick checked the elder boy's purplish face and then
checked the pulse; he did not find any sign of life. He thought the boy had
probably lost blood, besides his body looked very weak, he practically was
in a cardiac-breathing arrest. He opened the boy's shirt and started
pushing strongly on his chest, alternatively blowing air thru the boy's
mouth. The younger boy watched the man's doings and understood the danger
his friend was in, he assumed he was near death. Again he sobbed silently
pleading God to save him. After nearly one minute of Patrick's strong
exercises, the boy's body responded to the massages and started to breathe,
however, he commenced to tremble hardily. Patrick took off the boy's soaked
clothes until he was completely nude; then he opened his shirt and jacket,
pulling the boy to him in an attempt to warm him up. He glanced around and
discovered some blankets in the wardrobe; he stood quickly, took one and
wrapped the boy with it. He knew that was not sufficient and the boy could
go into a coma again, and that would be definitive. Even if he could call a
helicopter, with that weather he would not succeed. He must save the boy
with his efforts.

He felt his strengths diminishing but he did not give up. He took another
blanket around the boy and started rubbing the boy's back and chest, but
the trembling continued. It was very dark outside and the storm continued
pouring hail and water. He looked around and found an iron old stove in the
corner of the large room. "Why have I not seen it before?" He thought. He
laid the quivering boy on the mat, looked into the wardrobe and found a can
with the gas used to feed the lamp. He did not doubt a second as the stove
was full of wooden sticks; he poured some gas on the wood, opened entirely
the air entry device and lighted it. Before one minute, he heard the nice
buzz noise of the flames into the stove.

His loin ached terribly and he was close to faint, but he needed to warm up
the boy if he wanted to save him. With a great effort, he dragged the mat
near the stove where he could appreciate the heat. After a few minutes, the
boy stopped trembling as a pink colour replaced the purple of his cheeks.

	"He is saved!" He is saved!" He murmured. The man caressed tenderly
the boy's scrambled dirty hair, then bent his head and kissed him on the
forehead; two tears escaped from his eyes that fell on the boy's smooth
face, they were tears of happiness. The younger boy had been watching
carefully all the time how the man saved his friend's life; he did not
move.  When Patrick thought the room was warmed enough, dragged the mat and
boy to the original place and introduced more wood in the stove. Then took
the lamp and lighted it. The younger boy was astonished; he couldn't
believe what the man had done to his friend after they had stabbed him. He
then dared to ask:

	"Is he alright, sir?" The man stared into those beautiful blue and
sad eyes, he knew the boy needed to be comforted; he felt pity for him. He
also wanted the boy to learn that violence was not the right way to ask for
anything, though he knew those were strange and special circumstances. He
did not answer the boy but heard between sobs from the boy: "I am very
sorry sir; I did not mean that we did not want to hurt you, we are so
hungry..."

The boy understood that his friend was well and that this man had rescued
him from true death.  He placed his head down on the mat and soon was
deeply asleep. When Patrick thought the little boy was as a rock, he
approached him, caressed his dirty blond curly hair and caressed his
forehead as he murmured:

	"He will be alright, son." The boy was not fully asleep and he
heard the man's words and felt the kiss. He thought those were the same
words that his father would have said. He had to make a great effort to
keep back his tears going out again, this time he got hard asleep.

Patrick stood with some difficulty and tried to open the heavy door; he
needed the first-aid kit he had in the car, but it was impossible; almost
one meter of ice obstructed the hut and the car's doors. He went back to
the wardrobe and found a first-aid box, it contained some bandages,
scissors and a little pot of red liquid to disinfect wounds; someone had
forgotten to refill and replace the missing items. He also found half a
bottle of whiskey, and two not very clean towels.  He took everything to
the floor, near the unconscious boy that was quietly breathing. He
carefully turned over the naked body and could see the wound. He also found
some strange scars on the boy's torso. The wound had poured abundant blood;
probably it stopped due to the ice. With one of the towels, he washed with
care the wound and the big bump, poured some of the red liquid and banged
it.

The warmness of the room and his tiredness drifted him asleep near the
boy. He needed to cure himself, otherwise, he might get an infection,
especially on his arm, and however, he could not stop getting asleep. A
couple of hours later he woke up still thinking about his wounds; the older
boy continued quietly sleeping, but the younger one was awoken, keeping his
eyes near closed, and watching the man. Patrick realised that the little
boy had suffered enough; he felt pity for him before he proceeded to cure
himself, he placed a pot with water on top of the stove and fed it with a
few pieces of wood. He returned to where the boys were, then extracted the
knife and approached the younger boy's mat. He stared at man scared,
thinking he might stab him, his face denoted fear and happiness at the same
time, he could not believe the man was to kill him; yet he thought he
deserved to be punished. However, things were different and he was not
wrong about the man. Patrick neared the boy cutting the cords around his
hands and ankles, freeing him, and then he dragged one of the blankets and
covered him.

Patrick watched the dirty face for a few seconds, sighed and placed a kiss
again on the boy- tanned forehead. The boy remained quiet without moving a
muscle; when the man sat down in front of him, he opened the eyes enough to
watch him but not being detected.

Patrick took off his shoes, the blood-stained trousers and underwear, and
then he checked the wound on his loin touching it with care; a grimace on
his face showed the pain he felt. He stood, brought the hot water, and with
some cotton washed the wound, fortunately, his shorts underwear was not
stained; then dropped the remnant of the red liquid in the injury and as a
professional he banged his leg. The boy was astounded watching the man's
large flaccid penis.  It had been a long time since he saw his father's
when they showered together, those memories blurred his eyes. Patrick then
put on his underwear and looked at his arm. This was a different matter;
the slash was superficial but long enough to get infected. He needed to
wash and disinfect it; otherwise, he could risk losing his arm, even his
life. He was in an isolated place and with difficulty to get sanitary help,
though he had been vaccinated against tetanus, he had not any antibiotic to
fight a possible infection.

He thought seriously about the problem, concluding that the only
alternative was to use the whiskey. He knew the terrible pain he would feel
when he poured the alcohol into the wound.  He thought for a moment
watching the boys that now they depended upon him. He stood, brought the
boiling water, and with care and a piece of cotton washed the long cut; a
little amount of blood started to flow as he removed some scratches, but
soon it stopped. He placed some clean gauze on the wound and bandaged it
with care and then took the bottle of whiskey and emptied part of it in the
old sink. He sat down again on the mat facing the sleeping boys with his
back against the wooden wall; he knew what would happen next, and did not
want to risk the bottle incidentally could reach the stove and get on
flames.

Then he emptied the bottle's content on the bandaged wound. As soon as the
liquid reached the man's open flesh, a tremendous pain hit his body and he
passed out, lying on the mat. The little boy had watched the man's action
as a muffled cry escape from his throat. He knew what he had done. He had
watched his father the same action many times, now he appreciated and
admired, in all its extent, the strange man's bravery. He quickly stood and
checked the man's breathing, though his face was pale, he was breathing
steadily, and then he covered him with his blanket. After near one minute
of staring, the boy bent over and touched softly the man's forehead as he
whispered.

	"Now it is my turn to look after you, dad." He murmured his most
intimate and secret words. The first thing he did was to take a brood and
swept entirely the cabin's floor; he picked all the trash up and put it
into a paper bag he found in the wardrobe. He almost filled with water a
bucket and with some effort placed it on top of the stove. He knew he was
dirty and wanted to be clean; probably he stank badly and he could not
notice. His father always taught him he must keep himself clean without
anyone telling him, however, John seemed not being concerned about this
problem. When he felt the water was close to the boiling point dropped the
man's blood-stained jeans, he wanted to get rid of that particular stain
that reminded him of what he had done. He did the same with all John's
clothes. He took a piece of raw soap he found in the wardrobe and dropped
it with the clothes; then stirred the garments with a piece of wood, and
immediately he could observe how the fabrics were recovering its original
colours. Once they seemed clean, he extracted them one by one and rinsed
under the water pump. He felt happy to see the clothes clean. He placed two
chairs near the stove and hanged all to dry. He was so engulfed in his task
that he did not notice Patrick had woken up and was watching him with
satisfaction.

				Chapter 2
				-------------

	"Well done, little boy. I am naked waist down, but I can
manage. Thank you." The boy spun and blushed; he wanted to give him a
surprise finding his clothes clean.

	"How do you feel, Sir?

	"Much better. I think I will survive. By the way, call me
Patrick. Which's your name?

	"My name's Franklin, but everybody calls me Ben, it is my second
name. I hated my first name but my mother liked it." He said those words
with some sadness.

	"Our parents should have asked us before naming us, but
unfortunately we were too little and after that, there is not an easy
solution to solve the problem."

	"I, I thought it would be a good idea to wash my clothes too. I
must stink, though I can't notice." He blushed again.

	"It is an excellent idea, however, you must have a good bath or
shower too; I suppose your mom doesn't like you to wear clean clothes on a
dirty body." The boy got sad and bent his head to hide his blurred large
eyes. He turned around to prevent the man could see him with tears.

	"I, I, don't have parents; they died some time ago in a road
crash."

	"Sorry, Ben; the story repeats for some of us." He changed the
subject. "Please Ben; can you give me my jacket? The boy mentally thanked
him. Patrick extracted the knife, made a cut in the centre of the blanket
and dropped it on his head as a Mexican poncho, and then with a piece of
cord, he tied it up around his waist. "You see, now I am dressed." The boy
smiled for the first time. "Now you can do the same and drop your clothes
into the bucket for boiling them, I am sure your brother will thank you for
your job."

	"John is not my brother, though he is something special for me, I
would say better than a brother.

	"I guess he is. It is hard to find a real friend nowadays." Patrick
stood and took the keys of the car. "Ben, please, fill that cooking pot
with water and place it near the bucket." He went to the door and pulled it
open with his butt, a draught of wet air entered into the warm hut. It had
stopped raining and the sky looked its magnificent splendour of a clear
night in the mountains.  The storm had gone and most of the hail had been
melted by the rainfall. For some moments he began thinking about the boys
and his new situation. They had woken him up from his deep depression; he
clearly remembered his days in the hospital, his friends trying to save his
life and finally the doctor that put all the risks leaving him alone. He
could have died, even had been very near, but that was not the cause to
blame these boys, he guessed they had been forced to survive in those
forests as animals and must have a good reason for it.

He walked up to the off-road car and could not take the boys out of his
mind. He owed them too much in spite the wounds, hoping to have the chance
to thank them for it before they could separate; yet, his first obligation
was to feed them. They looked starved and could count their young ribs
without much effort. Something different was the old scars on the elder
boy's back, he had been whipped by someone; that would have been more than
enough to call the police and show them. He thought the boys were runners,
getting away from something or someone; he would find out later. His heart
bled only thinking someone could punish a young boy, he always judged these
actions thinking in his late sons. He had to stop walking when he was near
the car to keep his tears back, with determination he murmured:

	"They had saved me and I must take care of them, in such a way, we
are all runners."  As he was closing the cabin's door, the elder boy moaned
and woke up, immediately Ben neared him on the bed with an open smile, the
boy tried to touch his head but he found his hands and feet were tied
up. He smiled at his friend.

	"Ben, please untie me; what has happened? My head aches a lot. Why
am I tied?" Ben slowly related him the events since they met the man. He
deeply sighed as he finished.

	"I envied you when he kissed your forehead, he reminded me, my
father. I have never seen a happier face as when your heart started beating
again, he then caressed your hair and your forehead and pulled you to his
chest, he only wanted to give you his warmth, to save you.  He did not care
about his injuries until he was sure you were saved." They kept silence for
some moments. John was thinking on his friend's words that sank deep into
him, he had never been treated like this, he only knew whips, shouts, and
strong words near him. He had hated everyone, except Ben and some good
friends, and especially every adult that always took the chance to abuse
him in different ways as far as he could remember. "How an adult could have
behaved like that?" He thought, that was almost impossible for him to
believe, but Ben never deceived him, he was more than a friend for him,
even more than a brother. He raised his eyes and stared into Ben's, those
intense blue eyes he loved so much and would give his own life for them. He
then said near as a pray:

	"Sorry, but I can't believe that, Ben. You know very well how hard
has been for us in that terrible house, and even you did not know the
worst, only the scars on my back are the witnesses of it." Ben hugged him
tenderly.

	"You know how much I like you, John, I would never cheat you; I
think he is special like my father was. He looks as he had suffered a lot,
and perhaps there are men and women not like those we met. I have told you
many times that my parents were different and would have been happy
adopting you."

	"Yes, but they are dead and probably this man will call the police
and everything will start again..." Patrick was entering the hut with a
plastic bag full of canned food and bread. He heard John's last words. He
looked at the couple, placed the bag near the stove and extracted the knife
from his pocket. John looked at him with some panic in his eyes as Ben
grinned.  Patrick cut the ropes in silence, and then said:

	Boy, you can believe and trust me or not, but you can be sure about
one thing: I will never call the police! We are not criminals, so we have
nothing to report to them. What shall I say to them? That I was so silly
falling in an old trap for wolves and two young brave boys rescued me?" The
boys stared into each other's eyes in disbelief as Patrick added pointing
out to the bag that he had left near the stove: "You are now free to go
where you like or want, however, not before I can feed those bony bodies."
Ben then argued:

	"Patrick, that is not the truth, and you know that..." The man
interrupted him ruffling his dirty blond hair.

	"That's the truth and nothing but the truth and you must engrave it
into your minds. Now we have many urgent things to do than to talk about
police's business, we can talk about it later if you like; now my
preferences are to prepare something to feed two starving boys. Can you
help or shall I do everything myself?" The amazed boys quickly stood, and
at that moment the teenager boy realised he was naked. Ben laughed at him
as he raised his blanket and John could see he was naked too.

	"It is a good idea for the poncho. Patrick, can I borrow your
knife?" He blushed, thinking about what he had done to the man only a few
hours before. He cut the blanket and dropped it over his head; he could
observe that Patrick was also naked waist down; he noticed the man's
powerful thighs covered with a light black hair. "Can I help, Patrick?" The
man smiled.

	"Yes, please. Bring me that small cooking pot and pour in it some
of the boiling water."  The boy did as told while Ben was placing the
clothes near the stove, introducing new pieces of wood in it. Patrick
extracted two tablets of concentrated chicken-beef broth and dropped into
the small pot. Then opened two cans of precooked meat, vegetables and a
small block of butter and put them into the bigger pot with some salt and
pepper that he had found in the wardrobe.  He placed the bigger pot on the
stove, and after a few minutes, a lovely smell spread in the hut.  The
boys' mouths watered and their guts expressed their content with muffled
sounds. They laughed again looking at each other.

	"It is aged I smelt something like this," Ben said. John approached
the man while he was stirring the stew with a plastic spoon; he bent his
head and said:

	"I am ashamed for what we did to you and am very sorry Patrick. We
don't deserve what you are doing for us. Ben has told me about what you did
to rescue my life. I, I, I don't know what to say..." Patrick spun, raised
the teenager's chin and looked into a pair of large black eyes and world
record eyelashes.

	"You don't need to say anything else, John; believe it or not, I
owe you more than you might think, but those confidences are for later
on. Please, clean the table. In the bag, there are plastic plates, spoons
and forks. The stew will be ready within a few minutes." He quickly obeyed
the man's orders as he heard his intestines grumbling. Patrick took the
small pot and filled the plates with thick soup, giving to each boy two
large slices of brown bread. "I know you are starved, but you must behave
and be very careful now, and eat slowly, otherwise your stomach may cramp."
The boys eagerly started eating the nutritive soup that finished in
seconds. "How does it taste?" They smiled because they did not know whether
he referred to the soup or the stomach. Ben answered.

	"It has a glorious flavour, you are a great cook. Please, may I
have a little more?"  Patrick appreciated the education that Ben had
received; normally a boy of his age would have used the verb "can". Instead
of answering him, he went to the stove and brought the big pot.  With the
help of a large spoon, he filled both dishes again, this time with cooked
meat, thick gravy and other large slices of brown bread. He then
recommended.

	"Please, eat slow, there is enough in the pot to feed you three
times, however, your stomachs need to accept it slowly." In spite of the
boys had not had any proper feeding for a long time, they behave like
rational human beings, yet John was strictly following Ben's steps.  The
elder boy suddenly stopped and looked at the man.

	"What about you, Patrick? You look as starved as we were." The man
knew that the boy's old armour of resentment had been broken out a
little. He stared at him and ruffled his dirty black hair.

	"You are right John, I am hungry, too." He placed some stew in his
plate and started eating watching the children and how the colour of their
faces was returning to them. They slowly finished their food. "Are you
satisfied?" Patrick asked.

	"I could eat a little bit more, but Ben had said to me many times
that we should not leave our stomachs fully satisfied, especially before
going to bed," the elder boy admitted.

	"He is right." He observed how the little boy flushed. "Now that
our stomachs are full we need to go ahead with our next step." Immediately
John answered.

	"In spite of my little headache, my strength has returned to
me. Please let me know what shall I do, we will leave the leftovers for
tomorrow's breakfast." The man grinned satisfied; those months living on
their own had taught them more than many books or school lessons.

	"Not much. Sorry, but both of you stink and probably I too,
therefore we need to get rid of that odour from our bodies." The boys
looked at each other, they knew the man was right in both ways; he also
needed a good wash too. He continued. "Normally in this type of huts, the
authorities also care about the hygiene, so inside the wood store must be a
rounded wooden tub as they used in the old times in the public bathhouses;
please see there, if I am right." They stood, opened the heavy door and saw
in the corner what the man has mentioned, the boys dragged it and gyrated
into the large room. "John, now wash it while Ben places another bucket
full of water on the stove. I'll feed it with new wood so the water starts
boiling quickly." Patrick went to the car and once more the efficiency of
the shop-man was thus demonstrated; he had included some shampoo, soap and
sponges. He took a large bottle and returned to the hut. His surprise was
great when he found the boys naked and working filling the tub. He could
see the lovely slim bodies but could count their ribs. John seemed have
entered into puberty since he observed the boy had already a few silky
pubes at the base of his larger penis; however, Ben was devoid of any hair,
except on the head. The boys realised his presence and again they blushed.

	"We hope you don't mind, Patrick," Ben said. "It is too warm here
and besides we must get naked to wash up." The man smiled, went to them and
ruffled their hairs. He could see the teenager penis was semi erected.

	"This is a free country and as far as you don't hurt anyone, you
can do whatever you like. I am not a fundamentalist and admit any position
and thought. Furthermore, my sons and I used to go to naturist beaches
spots, not my wife, she always wore her swimsuit." The last sentence
brought him some memories and had to turn aside from his face so the boys
could not see the blur in his eyes, nevertheless, they were not silly and
the tone of the man's voice detected the terrible pain. For the first time
in his life, John understood that, besides Ben and himself, other persons
suffered, and that there were pains even stronger than those caused by a
whip. The boys stared at each other, left what they were doing and hugged
the man's waist at unison from behind. That surprised him because he never
expected that reactions from so young and strange boys. They looked at him
with their dirty faces as Ben said:

	"Sorry Patrick, it was hard to lose my parents but it must have
been harder to lose sons." Patrick pulled their dirty heads to him and
instinctively hugged them. He then handled the shampoo to them.

	"Come on, start scrubbing each other and have some fun; I also need
a good bath." The boys changed the subject.

	"Yes, we'll wash one another as we did in the stream," John said.

	"Yes, and later on, when we finished, you have to allow us to wash
you as I guess your children did in the past to you." Ben blue eyes looked
at the man in such a way he wanted to get rid of the man's pain. "Please,
say yes."

	"Yes, you little rascals..." He ruffled again their hairs as they
reached the big tub and started pouring the hot water. An hour later,
between laughs, the boys and the man washed each other. Clean and fed,
those bodies needed rest to recover from the events of that historic day
that would mark the rest of their lives. Patrick had removed John's head
bandage and put an adhesive and some disinfections liquid from his
first-aid box. He cured his wounds and some minutes later they were under
the blankets hard asleep; the two boys on one mat and Patrick on the other,
but forming a large single bed. They had left for the next day all the
questions and answers.

				Chapter 3
				------------

The food and the restful night made miracles in the young boys' bodies;
their strength returned and with it, the hormones, especially in the young
teenager. It was dawn because John could hear the faint noise of the birds
in the trees near the hut and the weak light entering thru the dirty
window. His dick was hard and he had his arm around his younger friend's
hips. He carefully approached him, his cock slid between the smooth thighs,
his crotch now glued to the younger boy's bum. He had fucked his friend's
legs many in occasions during the time they had been living in these wild
forests, he liked it but the man was sleeping only a metre far from
them. In silence he started fucking his legs; he slid his left arm around
him and touched his friend's little dick that also was hard, so he assumed
he was not asleep. He lapped Ben's back neck and started moving his hips in
out, helped by the precum that his cock produced. He loved the smell of his
friend now that he was clean.

John's gasps and muffled moans were heard in the quietness of the
morning. Ben smiled; he wanted that as much as his friend, now that he felt
John's fingers around his hard smaller penis.  He then turned over facing
John; they looked at each other and hugged very tight, their hard cocks
rubbing their crotches.

	"I don't want to wake him up," Ben said in a quiver near his
friend's ear. John pulled his beautiful friend's head to him as they had
done many times in the middle of the forests during that free time. Their
mouths met and started a long and passionate kiss.

	"I needed to feel you very close," John said. "It is so
wonderful..." He murmured on Ben's ear as he caressed the silky ringlets of
his blond friend's hair.

	"Me too, he and his food have done the miracle. What do you want to
do?"

	"I don't know, I feel the need for a release, my cock is harder
than a rock." Ben slid his hand and took John's cock in his fingers. "I
would like to fuck your legs or your butt but..."

	"That means too much noise; besides, I told you don't like your
dick into my butt."

	"I know it. Let's suck each other in a 69 position."

	"I'll love that; be careful not to moan too loud when the exquisite
feeling arrives." He grinned.

	"I'll try, but I am not fully confident in it." Saying this he
pulled Ben on top of him as he took the 69's position. He enjoyed sucking
his young friend, taking his whole package into his mouth, and especially,
to draw back his slim and long penis' foreskin with his lips. He loved
getting in his mouth his beautiful little cherry and rubbing it with the
tip of his tongue until he could not resist anymore his pleasure. As he did
this, he felt his cock near entirely engulfed by Ben's mouth and how his
tongue rubbed tenderly his cock's head. Instinctively they started fucking
each other mouth and could not avoid gasps and muffled moans from their
stuffed throats. John made an agreed touch on Ben's butt cheek and he
stopped fucking his mouth.  They had agreed to stop when they felt were
near orgasm; especially John, to prolong their pleasure for as long as they
could.

In spite of being under the blankets, John raised one side of the cover to
watch the beautiful bum in front of his nose; the long, thin and hard penis
waiting to be sucked, and the gap between his friend's balls and his
rose-pink pucker. He was clean and smelled beautiful; he could not help
himself, then extended his tongue and started licking that sensible part of
Ben's body. The sensation that the younger boy felt was expressed by a
muffled moan and taking John's cock into his mouth again.

They resumed their lovemaking, and a couple of minutes later, Ben felt how
John raised his hips in an attempt to fuck his throat. After a few seconds
of silence, John started spurting his small load of clear semen into Ben's
mouth. Near at the same time, the younger boy stiffened and stopped sucking
his friend as his dick jerked into John's mouth in his dry orgasm. They
remained quiet for a couple of minutes recovering their breathing, and then
John recovered his original position in front of his friend's face. In
silence, they stared into each other's eyes and kissed tenderly; savouring
the semen that Ben kept in his mouth.

	"I love you, Benny. You are so beautiful and especially so good to
me that I would give my life for you." Ben gave a tender peck again to his
friend. John called him Benny only in those caring moments.

	"I know that John. Still, I don't know what will happen to us, but
be sure I'll be near you whenever you need me, for anything." John knew
that was unadulterated true; he rubbed his smooth face and hugged him
softly. In a few minutes, they were again asleep.

Patrick had been fully awoken and had heard and seen the boys' exploring
their sexuality as he called it. It was not the first time; his children
did it with his mates, especially, when they were camping far from their
mother's watch. He had explained to them that they had to enjoy those
explorations and that those actions meant nothing but youth fun, there
would not, therefore, be any shame on it. Later on, they would discover
their sexuality already written in their genes from the beginning of the
times. Unfortunately, his sons had not had time to see the outcome in their
bodies. A blur started in his eyes as he turned his head and drifted to
sleep.

Patrick woke up and watched the boys were asleep cuddled in a common hug,
their faces near each other and the beautiful pink colour in their cheeks.

	"What beautiful beings they are! What unfair life is treating these
lovely boys without mercy as if they were criminals! What would have forced
these angels to live like wild animals in these remote places? I'll do my
best to rectify this," He murmured for himself. Then he stood and fed the
stove, put a pot with water on it to shave and prepare some milk for the
boys. After shaving his face, he took from the car a large can of condensed
milk and dropped half of it into the cooking pot. He also heated the
leftovers from the previous night and put some slices of bread to
toast. The smell spread over the room as the boys started to stir. Ben
raised his naked half body and probably his instinct, or perhaps that he
was half asleep, but he said:

	"Thank you, dad, for the lovely breakfast, I am starved." Patrick
and John heard that, the man stared at the boy that deeply felt
embarrassed. "I mean..." But Patrick had approached him, kissed his
forehead and caressed his silky blond hair. He was a gorgeous boy. No one
added anything as their hearts were in connection, but after a few seconds,
Patrick grinned.

	"It is alright sons." He said it in the plural and looking into
John's deep black eyes. "Now, please, get a quick wash; breakfast is
ready." John looked closely to the man's face already shaved.

	"You are a very handsome man, sure women want..." Patrick smiled
before the unfinished sentence.

	"Not as cute as you both are. You make a very attractive pair and
surely girls would be more than happy getting a kiss from you." They all
smiled and the boys jumped from the bed.  They dressed on underwear as
Patrick was, and sat down around the table. They eagerly ate the leftovers
and toasts, and after the hard food, they drank a jug of milk while Patrick
did the same, but put some instant coffee in the milk. After finishing
cleaning dishes and the hut, Patrick said: "Let's have a walk and talk, it
is a beautiful and warm day that invites to enjoy Mother Nature; besides,
the rain has cleaned all trees and the little rivers must have increased
their water flow. I don't think we will have any visitors during the next
few days." The boys glanced at each other, they knew what that could mean,
but above all, they deeply knew the man would never mistreat or abuse them.

They walked in silence together, the man limping a little due to the ache
in his leg. They arrived at a clear in the forest from which they could
watch a large landscape of green; to the left, the high peaks scattered
with trees that soon would be covered by a thick snow layer, also, they saw
the smoke from some small mills far away in the village. Comfortably they
sat on an old trunk, Ben on his right and John on his left. John then said:

	"It is a beautiful and peaceful place, I will never forget the last
few days spent in these forests.

	"I agree," Ben added. Patrick sighed and the three kept silence for
a while. Then Patrick, looking to the distance, started.

	"Yes, these few hours have changed many things, at least for me. I
assume your yesterday's behaviour was caused by something strange to you,
as your starvation. I have not the minimum doubt that you never thought to
hurt me, however, things developed differently, but that doesn't change my
opinion, what puzzles me is the fact how you arrived at this critical
situation. Of course, you might have your reasons, and I would like to know
them, if you don't mind, of course. I must stress that anything that you
say will not change what I have said before. I suppose you would like to
know how and why I came here, too; I'll let you know the circumstances
after you tell me yours if you agree. Please Ben, start yourself, I want
only the genuine truth, we don't need your story in details unless you want
it." Ben looked at his friend as he said:

	"It is alright. I was born in New Jersey, my parents were both MD
contracted by UNO to do some investigations, mostly in Europe. We spent a
few years in Germany and France, and one year in Spain, so I can speak both
languages like my mother one and Spanish fairly well.  My parents loved me
dearly, they never contracted anyone to babysitting me, they always were at
the school or kindergarten's gates to pick me up, and weekends were spent
playing with me in the parks or at home. We made short hikes together, in
summary; they were the best parents that a child could have." Saying this,
a couple of tears rolled down his beautiful cheeks. "Two years ago, when I
was nine, they thought I needed schooling in our country while they were
preparing their return to the USA. They hired a lovely house and I started
in that expensive private boarding school while they went to Germany to
finish their work, promising to return for my 10th birthday. Only two
months we would be separated. However, driving from The Netherlands to
Cologne thru a motorway, a drunken man jumped from one side to the other of
the motorway, that produced a frontal shock and the three died. I don't
want to describe what followed." The little boy paused, and after some
moments he resumed his relation.

"No one appeared to pay for my school and I could not remember any
relatives who could take care of me, so I was sent to a Social House hoping
someone could adopt me." He paused again trying to recollect his
thoughts. "An incident with an older boy, who wanted to rape me, sent me to
the orphanage, so I went from bad to worst. In the orphanage, there was a
gang of older boys that made sex to the younger ones and amongst
themselves, which with the consent of some guardians, who took them to
their beds, too. They said I was a pretty boy and wanted to fuck me. I
resisted and fought them with all my strength, but in vain, they obliged me
and finally my resistance broke and I gave up, accepting the unavoidable,
otherwise, I thought, I would have died or gravely injured. Sometime later,
and during the night shift, the guardians took me to a man's bed a few
times; he treated me well and gave me candies and some money. I sucked his
penis and he did the same to me, he never fucked me. This prevented the
other boys doing it to me because he was an important person and all
guardians took good care to comply with his orders." As he paused in
silence for a moment, Patrick commented:

	"Bastards! Why didn't you tell the social assistants?

	"I did, but they also were involved in the business, besides, that
person was very important and could have removed her or he or even worst,
and they did not want to lose their profitable jobs, this man was very rich
and pay them very well for their service. After a few months, a
twelve-year-old boy, to whom all of them respected, including the
guardians, returned to the orphanage. He had been already there before, so
everybody named him as Johnny. He had fought a boy two years older than he
was in the Social House, and they had to take him to the hospital with a
broken arm, so he was returned to the orphanage punishment. He was very
handsome and very strong; the boys said that he had been punished because
they had found him in the bed with two girls from the female section. He
was a real boss to whom all of them obeyed." The boy paused again.

"The other boys gathered around him telling about my pretty face, so
offering me to his bed.  They took me to a secret place they had in the
basement and left me alone with him, I was scared to hell and trembling. It
was true, he was not pretty but very handsome; he had curly black hair, and
magnetic eyes of the same colour, and the largest eyelashes I have ever
seen. I noticed a pretty dimple that formed in his right cheek when he
smiled at me. He was sat on the bed already naked and his penis was
hard. When he saw me, he spent a couple of minutes examining me from top to
toe, and then, he extended out his arms to me; reluctantly, I dropped into
his arms, he raised my chin and kissed me on the lips tenderly and
softly. I felt something strange and warm thru my body while his lips were
on mine and his left arm rubbing my back gently. He broke the tender moment
and separated from me, he looked closely into my eyes and caressed my hair;
and then, he said slowly touching my face with the back of his right hand:

	"Benny, no one will touch you again, if you don't want it, do you
understand? Nobody! I promise." He ruffled my hair and kissed me again a
peck on the lips; impulsively, I hugged him and started to sob on his left
shoulder. He kissed me again on the cheeks and with a gentle voice, he
murmured in my ear: "Your bad times are over. Please, Benny, please don't
cry, you break my heart." I could not stop as my body convulsed when he
called me Benny, because that was the way my dad used to name me. He pulled
me to him very tight repeating soothing words between kisses on my forehead
and hair: "Please, Benny, please, don't cry or I will end up crying too."
Ben paused again.

"After some minutes he raised my chin and caressed my cheeks. He took a
paper kerchief and cleaned my tears, he again looked into my eyes and I
stopped sobbing as he dragged me to his lap. We remained quiet for a few
minutes with my arms around his bare chest as he was caressing my hair and
comforting me. He then said: "Benny I got to get dressed, I can't go
outside naked and with my stiff cock showing to everybody." I smiled for
the first time since I came into the orphanage. I watched that his cock was
still hard and oozing precum, but I felt so comfortable and secure in his
arms that I did not want to break that hug, I raised my eyes and for the
first time I looked into his directly; and then I asked:

 	"Don't you like me, John?" He seemed surprised because he caressed
my hair again stammering:

	"I, I, I don't know Benny what is happening to me, but I never
liked anyone as I do to you. You are so, so beautiful that..." Saying that
gently I separated from him and before he could realise I was naked, he
seemed in another world confused, amazed. I pushed him down on the bed and
before he reacted my mouth was glued to his and my tongue parting his
teeth.  That was the first time I did that voluntarily and at my
initiative. I was on top of him; needn't to say what follow. He woke from
his astonishment and we started rubbing our crotches and slippery dicks
until our dry orgasms exhausted us. As I was cuddle in his arms, near a
whisper I said:

	"John, I like you a lot, well... I think I love you." He did not
expect that declaration of love because he turned me in front of him:

	"Benny, do you mean that? Are you sure?" I honestly answered him:

 	"Yes, I do." He exploded in joy, he was exultant; we hugged hard as
he repeated several times: "I love you, too, Benny! I love you my angel" He
could not stop kissing me and I felt the happiest boy of the world; nothing
similar had happened to me from the moment I lost my parents. I think he
can continue because he is here, John."

Patrick glanced at both boys, as John raised his head; he did not move but
sighed. He thought his friend had gone too far before a stranger, and he
did not want to tell anything about his most intimate moments, he then
suggested.

	"I, I think what Ben has said is enough, I don't have anything to
add." Ben watched his friend with astonishment; he could not believe he
behaved like that after what Patrick had done for him. He thought he might
be shy for a moment and that later would explain himself, but he was not a
shy boy at all. Patrick did not want to insist, thus respecting the boy's
will. He then said:

	"In that case, as I promised, I'll tell my story." None of the boys
said anything for different reasons, so he assumed they wanted to hear
it. Therefore, he stated: "Before I relate my short story and while you
were telling me yours, I have taken a decision and a compromise with
myself, no matter what your answers are to some questions that I would make
afterwards."  Little Ben shook and John was puzzled, his large eyes looked
at the man. He then said near in a murmur:

	"Which decision is that, Patrick? The boys deeply knew that this
man would help them in any case, so they anxiously awaited his
answer. Patrick staring into each boy's eyes answered:

	"I am alone and you are alone, too. God or whoever runs our lives,
decided we met in some terrible circumstances, but those circumstances made
me to awake from my nightmare and deep depression; I would never thank you
enough for what you did to me." The boys looked at each other amazed, but
Patrick continued: "Above all, I have taken the decision to help and care
of you, but I would like to go even further, if you want and you like me,
it much depends on you." Patrick would have liked to continue saying: "I
would be the happiest man in the world, being your father; to adopt you as
my legal sons." But it seemed the older boy had his problems and plans, and
the man wanted both, not only the little one, he was sure the little boy
needed anxiously a father and quickly. The boys could not believe what they
were hearing. Ben, with blurred eyes stood, and placing his arms around
Patrick's neck hugged him tenderly. John, more reserved, remained sat near
the man. Softly Patrick separated Ben and looked to John that seemed to be
in some other place. He was unsure; he did not want to trust anybody, he
had suffered too much in the hands of other men and could not rub
everything just in seconds.  Patrick understood. When they relaxed Patrick
said: "Shall I assume that you little imps accept?"  Ben was the first to
answer guessing the unsaid words:

	"Yes, dad; no one will be a better father than you." John then sat
very close to Patrick and coldly said:

	"Thanks for your intentions, Patrick. I never had anyone who looked
after me, let alone a father that I never had. I must think all about
this." Ben could not believe what his friend was telling. What was going on
thru his mind? The little boy thought.

	"John, you can do whatever you think is the best for you, I will be
waiting for you anytime and anywhere to help you, no matter what decision
you take; however, for the sake of our own safety, from now on, whenever
there are strangers with us, both of you should call me dad; you are my
sons and I am your father. Do you agree?"

	"Yes, dad," Ben said immediately. John nodded. The younger boy then
asked:

	"Dad, you don't need to tell us your story, if you don't like."

	"I want to be fair with both of you; besides, you must know the
story because I have promised it. They shrugged expecting him to continue:
"I don't know where I was born, that's a secret of my file that I did not
want to disclose. I was a good computer hacker, and I had the opportunity
to find out anything that I wanted to know, simply by entering into the
institution's archives." Those words put on guard John, he now wanted more
than anything to hear his protector's story. He had mentioned the word
"hacker"; he had dreamed many times about to have the intelligence to be
one.

"My first memories are like a flashback. I remember entering into the
orphanage; at those times there were not Social Houses. I remember that I
liked to play with a little girl, pulling down from her plaits; probably I
was four or five. I can easily remember when I was given to a foster family
to care for me; they were a retired couple and sought a complement for
their scarce pensions.  Later on, they explained to me that when I met them
I asked whether they were my grandparents, but they did not answer me." He
paused.

"Some weeks later, the woman was very fond of me, probably I was good for
them, and when I asked if she was my Granny she said: "Yes, but don't ask
that question to grandpa, because that makes him sad as he reminds your
dad." She showed me a portrait of a young man that died in one of those
stupid wars initiated by politicians. They did well because my mates in the
school always referred to them as my grandparents; one year later they
adopted me as their grandson. We used to spend the whole summer in a little
village near the seaside in California."  He paused.

"There, I became very fond of a middle-aged man, an old friend of my
grandpa. He had a fishing boat. Every summer I spent most of my free time
onboard helping him, he took me to a few times fishing. His son was an
officer in the Navy and the year I was ten he returned to San Diego and
started living with his father. He had a daughter that was six months
younger than I was; we immediately became best friends. Since she was a
little girl, she wore nothing, except Speedos like me. I couldn't explain
myself why, but I liked those slim white legs; her blond hair and
especially her red lips. We were always together on board and accompanied
by her granddad, mostly when he was fishing during the day. One of those
days, around midday, he said:

	"Nora, Patrick; please go under deck and get ready lunch, be
careful with the dishes because the sea is a little bit rough." As usual,
we flew down to the galley, and when we were in the narrow passage, the
ship made a heavy roll and she dropped herself onto my chest; we deeply
blushed, but after some seconds I placed my palms on her cheeks and I
kissed her softly. We did not move, she then separated a little from me,
sighed and returned the kiss. I thought I would die of happiness. I looked
intensely into her wonderful blue eyes and added.

	"I love you, Nora. I love you heaps." She looked at me smiling
tenderly.

	"I love you, too, Patrick. I have been waiting for this since the
first day we met. When I see you coming to where I am, it is even greater
than when my dad returns home after a long trip." I felt how my little
pecker got harder than ever before, but in those moments I did not know
why. That summer was great!" Ben could observe how the man's eyes were
blurred as he continued: "The following year, just a few days before we
travelled to California, I was eleven, my grandpa explained to me:

 	"Patrick, you have made us the happiest old persons of the world,
your arrival into our lives was the best thing that had happened to us
after our son.

 	"I know that, grandpa, you don't need to tell me that because I
know how much you have loved me." He insisted:

	"You are now old enough to know something important; I don't know
how to say it to you, but we don't want to leave it for a later time, you
must know the truth." He paused and then added: "Our son had not any
children, so he was not your father..." He told me all about the adoption,
and then added: "...but we could not love anyone as we have loved you,
including our son when he was your age." They hugged and kissed me. I felt
satisfied and we never talked about that subject again, mostly because my
thoughts were in those lovely legs and beautiful lips of Nora that were
waiting for me in the ship. As soon as we arrived I ran to the port and
found moored the ship, she was there. I went to greet her, her eyes
sparkled when she saw me.  We had grown a lot and now she covered her tiny
nipples with her bikini. That summer was like five minutes for us with
kisses, some rubs and caresses that we liked a lot."

"When we returned home, my best friend's elder brother caught us touching
each other, but instead of making a fuss of that, he smiled, closed the
door and explained us all what he knew about sex: sucking, jerking, and
even licking a girl pussy. I remember that we felt it gross, but when he
left us, we sucked each other in a 69 position that we found very
good. Next summer was even greater. She had marvellous little breasts that
I enjoyed massaging and sucking.  Every night I had to jerk off a few times
before I could sleep. Her family had guessed our relationship but seemed to
have no problem because we were very discreet. Last day we cried together
before our farewell; in the last few minutes, when my family was saying
goodbye to hers into the house, instinctively we went into each other arms
and kissed in front of them a genuine kiss of love. She separated from me
and ran upstairs to her room; I did the same but to the car.

				Chapter 4
				------------

The following summer when I was almost your age, John, we were deeply in
love, she was twelve, and taking an opportunity that her parents went to
visit some relatives, and her grandpa was at sea fishing, we made love for
the first time together during an unforgettable week." John then asked:

	"Didn't you care she could have gotten pregnant?"

	"To be honest, I must tell you we did not think about that;
fortunately, she had not yet the monthly menstruation, it came only a month
later. We shared everything, and our families were enchanted with our
relationship, so her parents permitted me to visit her and always were
ready to look aside when they caught us caressing each other. The time went
by, and with a scholarship, I went to the capital city's College to become
a senior electronic engineer. I ended the first year with excellent
qualifications, but in a few days, during a very cold winter of the second
year, my grandparents passed away. I felt very sad and alone, so I sold out
our properties and went to live in our little house in California where
Nora was living.

"I continued studying and working there. When I was twenty-three we got
married and went to live in Baltimore. We both were engineers and joined an
emerging computer company. We worked hard and a few years later, that
company was ours. We earn a lot of money. We bought a large house and a
boat. When she was thirty our first son, Jack was born. He was a lovely
blond boy, like you, Ben, but I must recognize he was not as pretty as you
are. Two years later came Ben; he was like John or me, but with lank
hair. We had all that a family could wish: two beautiful boys and many
friends. We used to fly to California for holidays and enjoy our near
twelve metres boat. I had enlarged a little bit my house adding one room
for the children, it was at the seaside, near the beach. Two years ago we
planned a trip to Europe to visit Ireland, my wife's ancestors' origin. I
returned after two weeks, the rest of the family, my two sons, wife, and
her parents remained there; I never saw them again alive. An aircraft
accident in Scotland killed them." Patrick could not continue as his body
shook in pain. Ben and John hugged him tenderly.  The little boy said:

	"Please dad, we are here. We'll never leave you, I promise." Ben
was sobbing as he had gone thru the same situation. Patrick hugged the two
boys and rubbed their backs. They remained in silence watching the beauty
of Mother Nature. Ben then asked:

	"Dad, what shall we do now?" He looked to the pretty boy as he had
called him dad, just a few moments before as a natural moment. He pulled
the boy to him.

	"The first thing is to prepare a good lunch for these ravenous
boys." He ruffled their hair.  But then John said:

	"I think Ben asked you differently."

	"I know it son. Well, I think we must discuss this
carefully. However, there is something that must be done the soonest the
possible: it is to run away from this State, I would say tomorrow. The man
that attended me in the shop of the gas station probably will comment my
situation to the police and it would not be strange that they pay a visit
to this place, I don't want to give any explanations to anyone."

	"I like your decision. We'll spend the last night in the shed."
John said. At that moment came into his memory the sex plays they carried
out during the previous night, he blushed and Patrick guessed the boy's
concerns.

	"Don't worry John, I heard you during your sex session, it is
normal between boys of your age, exploring each other is part of the
growing up and it means nothing." He could see the confusion in their eyes,
especially in Ben's. He then added: "As far as you do it in family, there
will not be any problem. By the way, forced or not, you have been exposed
to AIDS, therefore, the first thing we will do is to check that point."
They looked at each other smirking. Ben then alleged:

	"We don't care about that, dad. Just two weeks before we ran away,
all boys in the orphanage and the Social House were checked; we heard that
only a little boy of six was positive, he had been infected by his mother
where he was into her womb."

	"From now on, boys, we are a family, we must promise each other to
be sincere and honest with the others and never make a decision without
talking and discussing it. Sometimes, some bad persons want to interfere in
the lives of others, causing a lot of pain and sorrow."

	"I promise always to talk to you and John whenever I have a
problem."

	"Me, too," the older boy said.

	"Alright then; tonight we will bath again because I want to clean
the shelter after lunch and arrange it before our departure." Everything
seemed alright, but Ben could not forget John's coldness and Patrick did
not want to interfere in the boys' life. They did as planned, and before
going to bed, Ben said:

	"Dad, it is a lovely and warm evening and I want to go for the last
walk thru this beautiful place." John glanced at his adored friend; he felt
uncomfortable and could not explain himself why things were not well.

	"Alright Ben, I'm sorry I can't go with you because my leg is
hurting and I don't want to force it since I'll need it tomorrow." John
then said:

	"May I accompany you, Ben?"

	"You are always welcomed, John." The boys left the hut and walked
in silence, both knew what was going on into their young minds, but no one
wanted to start. In normal circumstances, those moments would have been of
petting and jokes, as they had done during the past months. They sat on a
dead tree near the trail looking to the West, after a silence, John said
near shouting:

	"What's going on Ben? That man has absorbed you! You are not the
same boy! What's the matter with you?" As Ben did not answer him, he
furiously added: "Go with him and fuck him and he fucks you!" He was near
in tears in his outburst. Just seconds later, John started to regret what
he had said to his ever-best friend, but his stubbornness prevented him to
ask the beautiful boy to forgive him. Ben kept silence; he sighed and
answered his friend.

	"Have you finished?" Ben asked in a quiet and low voice, John did
not answer. The blond boy was not sobbing or crying, but abundant tears of
sorrow and bitterness flowed thru his eyes, he never expected such
behaviour from his best friend. Looking at the approaching sunset, he
answered without moving his head, though the other boy knew his tears were
rolling down his smooth cheeks. "John, I have loved and still love you, and
will love you forever with all my heart, in spite you have just deeply hurt
me. I am not and ever was a hustler or prostitute boy, and I will never be,
except if I am forced or my life is at risk. I did not have sex with you,
we made love because that's what I felt for you, real and true love."
John's eyes were blurred and he tried to stop Ben talking, but the younger
boy raised his hand interrupting him. Then he wiped his blue eyes and
continued. "Please, let me finish as I did to you." John bitted his lower
lip with impotence as the blond boy continued.

	"We have serious and physically hurt Patrick by causing him grave
wounds, what I did could have killed him, and now he would have been
dead. I stabbed him only a centimetre far from his femoral vein. Don't
forget I am the son of two medical doctors and I know what I am talking
about. I did all of this because I thought he had killed my best friend, my
brother, you, John." The elder boy's soul never had received a blow and
felt a pain like this one, caused by Ben's last words. The blond boy paused
for some seconds due to the bump formed in his throat and then he
continued. "However, before attending himself, and risking his own life, he
saved yours, thanking God and kissing your forehead when he realised you
were alive. Isn't that great? He also gave us his hand to rescue us by
offering even home and a father. I must remind you that he had us tied and
we were at his mercy, and the only thing that he did was kissing our
foreheads with love." He paused.

"You also forget that a word from him could take us back to that horrible
house, however, he is endangering himself to save us. How have you
responded to all of this? You did with coldness to him and treating me as a
whore-boy. You are unfair John, very unfair, I would say! Patrick has not
absorbed me because I was ready to support you, even to follow you back to
the orphanage, if you asked me that, because you are the brother that I
never had, and a brother should never hurt his brother." He stood and
added: "I understand you, but you don't understand me." He started slowly
walking up to the hut. He had expressed the last words in a husky voice,
near crying. John felt how his heart broke and started to cry softly. He
then shouted exclaiming.

	"Please, Benny, please, don't leave me!" That was the first time he
could remember he was crying without any physical punishment. Ben was to
spin, but he continued his slow walk back to the cabin, leaving John with
his remorse. He dried out his tears and entered the hut.  Patrick was
cleaning his leg's wound, he glanced at the young boy and guessed what had
happened; however, he did no make any comment. On the contrary, he asked
the boy to help him.

	"Please son, brig me the pot with hot water." Ben did, and when he
approached the man, he could see the bluish trace of the femoral vein, only
millimetres from the wound.

	"I could have killed you, dad." Patrick extended out his hand and
took Ben's palm and placed it on his lips, saying.

	"But you didn't do it and I am alive, that's what counts. So
please, forget it; this kiss clears your hand of any sin because your heart
was as clean as gold can be." Ben kissed Patrick's cheek goodnights for the
first time and went under the covers.

Patrick wanted to ask Ben about John, but he rejected the idea, he was sure
that something important had occurred between them. Some minutes later he
finished with his leg and arm. It was almost dark and a full moon was
shining, spreading its pale bright on the trees like milk layer, but it was
getting chilly in the forest. He then took a piece of wood as a stick and
went outside, trying to find the elder boy. After some minutes of slow
walking, he heard some low noise, like muffled cries and some
unintelligible words; he stopped walking and sat down on the soft floor
waiting. Half an hour later the sobs died down, he could hear nothing, and
then he called:

	"John! John!" The boy heard him, stood and went to where he
was. "Please, help me!"  John immediately helped Patrick, and then placed
the man's arm around his shoulders and assisted him on walking. He was
going to ask him something, but Patrick said: "Don't you know that there
are wolves in this area?" The boy patted the man back and said:

	"Yes I know it, but I am a tiger and I scare them." They kept
silence for a few moments, and then John stopped; he stared into the man's
eyes and then bent his head ashamed.  "Patrick, if you accept me as your
son I will be very happy and glad accepting you as my father and Ben as my
brother." A new silence as the boy continued. "However, above all, I have
to ask you to forgive me, because I have offended you in front of Ben and I
am sorry, ashamed and regretful for what I said to him." The teenager
paused and Patrick did no brake the silence. "I don't know why I have hurt
him so badly, especially after what you have done to us and..." He couldn't
continue because his young body convulsed and started crying. The man
hugged him very tight to his chest while softly rubbed his back. After a
few moments Patrick, without separating the boy from him, said:

	"Thanks, John, for accepting me. I have nothing to forgive you
because, for a real father, his sons' offences do not count. In what Ben is
concerned, the problem must be solved between yourselves. I believe he is a
great boy, he loves you and nothing will please him more than being your
future officially brother, because you already are."

	"Thanks for your support...father." Patrick patted the boy back.

	"I told you there is not any need you calling me father or dad,
except when we are with strangers; the time will decide." The boy hugged
the man and a couple of minutes later they entered the hut; John could not
but to look at the laying boy, his Benny. "What a fool and stupid I have
been." He thought as he went under the covers near Ben, noticing his little
lover was dressed. He rubbed his silky blond curly hair and in a whisper
said: "Goodnight my Benny, have sweet dreams." John could not sleep, his
head was a whirl reeling and reeling again what has happened during the
evening and he blamed himself: "My God! How could I have been so stupid,
unfair, and dishonest with them? Am I fool or mad?" Questions like these he
repeated to himself hundreds of times during the night. Near dawn he
finally got asleep.

				Chapter 5
				------------

That evening, while Ben was full of sorrow and John fighting his remorse,
in New York, was taking place the lottery draw with an accumulated prize of
almost $120 million. Half of the country was glued to the TV set to know
who would be the lucky person/s. The machine started rolling as one by one,
the first six hard wooden balls dropped into the basket, and then the
complimentary one, so the final combination was: 1-2-3-46-48-49 and 47 as
the extra one.  Many mouths shouted "fucking numbers!" After some minutes
of publicity, a lovely girl announced there was only one random three
dollars bet with all numbers. The news: "Who's the fortunate owner?"
appeared on the front page of all morning newspapers of the US.

********************

After what John thought seconds, Ben pushed his friend's shoulder waking
him up.

	"Come on, lazy, time to get up." John rubbed his eyes and could see
the beautiful angel face near him. He jumped and went to pee and washing
his hands and face. A new day has just started that would mark their lives
forever. They had cleaned and tidied the hut. Patrick brought all necessary
from the car and John prepared a huge breakfast that they happily ate. The
sun was rising over the far peaks when they closed the cabin's
door. Patrick then asked the children.

	"I can't fully drive, so I need your help. John, did you ever
drive?"

	"I'm sorry, I never had such an opportunity." Ben then near
shouted:

	"Dad, I can do it, my father used to sit me on his lap and I drove
our car many times."

	"Alright, we'll do it here; this is an automatic vehicle since my
right leg can work I'll be in charge of the brakes and accelerator." All
three sat in the front seat, Ben between Patrick's legs, a few seconds
later the car started moving forward. They turned on the right and drove on
the paved and narrow road. The road climbed smoothly up to the mountains,
then went flat for a few miles. They were very high because the temperature
was chilly outside, and Patrick had to switch on the heating system. After
some miles of flat grounds, suddenly the winding road started going down,
and after some minutes, they reached a plateau overlooking a small valley.
Patrick pushed down on the brake pedal and the car stopped, John then
gladly shouted.

	"This is the most beautiful place I have ever seen! They could
watch the little valley with a silver stream that beamed from the distance
as the sun's light hit it.

	"Yes, it is a marvellous place. Let's continue." The car slowly
moved down the road where very tall trees formed almost a tunnel over the
road; unexpectedly, the car rode over a flat meadow and entered in a
beautiful wide valley with a not very deep river of crystal icy water.  A
wooden bridge crossed it, and as the car was entering in it, an
advertisement read: "Thanks for your visit to our State." They smiled
because as they reached the other side, a new one was written: "Welcome to
the State of..." They had crossed the border and from now on they were out
of reach of the State's police where they had been imprisoned. The boys
looked into each other eyes and sighed. Ben drove the car to the wide
riverbank where a little beach signalled the water limit reached just the
day before; it had a clean stoned surface. They parked the car under a big
tree.

	"We'll spend the day here; tomorrow we'll continue our trip."
Patrick said.

	"Where shall we go, dad? Ben asked.

	"I have checked on the road map; from here to the next town,
Richmond Peaks, there is a long distance; we must go thru the near highest
points of this chain of mountains, therefore we'll need nearly all day to
reach the town. In two months, this will be impossible; this area probably
will be with a few metres of snow on it. I still have a little bit of money
left, not much, but sufficient to feed two starved boys during a few days
and buy some clothes and sneakers.  What you are wearing now, is very
spoiled, more for a dirty beggar than for two pretty boys."  The boys
grinned and John sighed. "I plan to continue to the capital city, I don't
think it will be difficult for me to find a job there, and then we'll agree
on what to do. You should continue going to school as Jack and Ben
Rockfield, my sons, if you agree, of course. Nobody knows us, so we can
start a new life as a family." Forgetting the previous night events the
boys looked at each other and as if the same thing moved them, they hugged
the man waist.

	"I agree, dad. Thanks again." John said." Ben heard John's words
and his heart jumped with happiness, he sighed. Patrick pulled the boys to
him and hugged them. They retrieved from the car blankets and two
towels. Then Ben suggested.

	"Dad, we are alone here, besides it is coming hot. Can we swim in
the river and stay naked?" The man smiled, obviously, they had been living
in the wilderness of the mountains as two red skins and they missed it.

	"I told you that this is a free country and, as far as you don't
hurt anyone, you can do whatever you like, however, we need some wood to
make a fire, because now it is warm, but as soon as the sun disappears
we'll need the fire, in spite we have the tent and blankets." The boys
stared at each other because they had seen nothing in the car. Yet Patrick
guessed their thoughts, and added: "They must be in a compartment under the
seats unless my sons retrieved them without telling me."

A few metres further on the riverbank, there was a very large dry log that
had not been touched by the recent increase of the river stream, probably
dragged and dropped there during some big flood. The boys went inside the
forest and soon returned with dry wood, enough to spend three nights on the
beach. "It is enough, please place it near the large log, so we can do the
fire without the risk of endangering the forest. There we will install the
tent." The boys started to undress leaving their clothes on the car; soon
they were naked, ran and jumped into the water where they stayed during a
few minutes, but soon they came out of it.

	"God, it is ice!" Ben exclaimed. They laid their young tanned
bodies down on the sand warmed by the hot sun. They were facing each other,
their lips were blue and trembling, but comforted by the warm sun; they
were so close that their nose could touch. Ben looked at his brother and
lover. "I am happy and lucky, John. We have found a father, and in front of
me I have the most handsome brother I could have." John extended out his
arm and rubbed Ben's smooth face with the back of his hand, he knew what
the young boy was thinking and he eagerly wanted to put an end to their
situation and hug him.

	"I love you, Benny. Watching you happy is more than what I
expected. I don't think I would have loved more a brother than I love
you. It is hard for me to call him dad because I never had one, but I think
I'll love him, too, Ben. I would give my life if I could stop the Earth
running and going back to the moment I told you those horrible words." He
paused and Ben did not interrupt him. "I couldn't sleep last night reeling
and reeling it in my mind and I still don't understand why I did that." Ben
touched John's trembling lips as he continued: "Please Ben, could you
forgive me? I'll do anything you ask me. Please forgive me!" Ben dragged
the lad's face to him and they hugged. John's tears rolled on his cheeks
and dropped on the stoned floor.

	"John, the night has also been terrible for me. As soon as I left
you, my mind had forgiven you because you are part of me. I wanted you near
me, cuddled into your arms, I missed your giggles, your jokes and your
caresses; however, my soul rejected that. It has been hurt and was bleeding
with the tremendous and undeserved blows." John took his loved boy's hands
as Ben caressed his face. "I'll tell you a little tale:

""Once upon a time, there was in China a little boy called Chun-Li; he
helped his father on making beautiful chinaware for the king. He went into
his wizard friend's cave and asked him: "Gun-Chen, can I see my soul?" The
old man answered: "No, you can't see your soul, but I'll show you some of
another boy." With a gold key, he opened a striking golden box and
extracted a delicate vase as he continued: "It contains all the feelings
and affection of one boy like you, this vas is magical and cannot be
destroyed." The boy then said: "It is a beautiful object but still has
defects; I suppose that with a hammer can be destroyed." The wise wizard
smiled: "The perfection does not exist, Chun-Li; only God is perfect, and
if you want, you can try to destroy it." The boy rejected the idea because
it was a beautiful object, an artwork and he knew a lot about artworks. The
man added: "Only it can be broken into pieces by one of the feelings living
inside." The boy then asked: "Can it be repaired?" The man answered: "Yes,
by restoring each piece to his original place, especially if it is done by
the feeling that broke it, and when it is finished, the vase magically will
become a more beautiful one because it contains the repented feeling." The
boy then said: "But that might take some time to restore it."  The man
smiled: "Yes, but if the feeling thinks it is worthwhile, he will gladly do
it." The boy smiled, hugged the wizard and left the magic cave.""

Ben then looking at his friend continued: "I can order o try to my mind to
change the way it is thinking, but my soul is out of reach, it will take
some time to heal and repair the damage it has suffered." John reached
Ben's cheeks and tenderly caressed them.

	"I'll repair your soul brick after brick until it shines like a
full moon, even if I have to spend my whole life in this task. I like you,
Benny." They approached their faces and remained like that for a few
minutes. When they separated, Ben said:

	"You have already put the first brick; I don't think you will need
a long time to finish your task." They grinned and their bodies joined in a
long hug. John then looked down and could see their dicks were hard, he
extended his hand and wrapped the little boy's cock in his fingers pulling
up and down the foreskin a few times. Ben moaned in pleasure as gasps
escaped from his throat.

	"Let's go into the forest," Ben said. They stood and ran into the
wood. Patrick saw the two hot boys with their erected cocks dangling; hands
entwined running to the forest as their rounded butt cheeks
wiggled. Patrick then said:

	"Sons!" he shouted smiling, "don't go too far," Ben answered:

	"Oh, don't worry dad. We are wild red-skins." Only within a few
yards into the forest, John dragged his new brother to him and the teenager
embraced the young blond boy very tight, their mouth met and tongues
swirled inside their mouths. A thick layer of pine soft leaves covered the
land as a gigantic bed cover. They lay on it and soon were engaged in the
passionate action. Ben was at the bottom and when he was to take his
lover's dick in his mouth, he detected something viscous on her palm as he
touched the tree near him; he then watched how a trail of that substance
came from a few yards up the tree where thousands of bees had formed a
large honeycomb, part of honey had descended to a cavity in the trunk. John
noticed how his friend did not start sucking his dick; to his mind came the
scenes of the last night and thought Ben still was thinking on them, he was
determine to send his friend to the outer space with the best blowjob of
his life, but Ben was amused as his agile mind worked fast; that could be
the best brick of John's wall. His best friend loved honey, so he quickly
thought about the enjoyment that the honey could produce. He almost shouted
smiling.

	"John, look up there and here." Reluctantly, the teenager left his
sucking and stared at the point where his friend was signalling.

	"What is it, beautiful?" He smirked and sighed, he was wrong. As he
was close to him, he introduced his hands in the little pool, and before
the boy could realise, he impregnated his smooth chest, abdomen and penis
with the sweet substance. He touched it and tasted. He grinned. "Now I have
to clean you." However, Ben wanted some fun and that was an excellent
opportunity to put an end to their problem. Also, he impregnated his hands
with honey and did the same as John had done to him.

	"Now we are even. But you must realise that the river water is like
ice and I don't want to catch a cold." John grinned and started lapping the
boy, looking forward to the moment he arrived at the boy's hard cock. Ben
understood, so he did the same to him. They laughed happily forgetting
everything about their problems.

	"We better lie down on the soft pine leaves and suck each other."

	"You are right. Let's continue on the 69 position. They licked each
other until reached the critical parts of their young bodies."

That was fun and after some time, both were very excited and hot; Ben
recovered his normal position on top of his future brother, took his dick
into his mouth until he felt it near his throat.  They made the most
beautiful love they could remember. John felt the point of no return
approaching and took out his dick. Ben always accepted his spunk because it
was a little load, but he knew he did not like the flavour, some seconds
later their bodies got rigid as he expelled his small load outside of the
boy's mouth, nevertheless, he felt very happy.

At 11 y/o Ben was a pretty and tallboy; his marine blue eyes hypnotised
John and melted his heart. Still, he was immature, but that day, most
likely due to the differences they had had in respect of Patrick, that now
were over, he closed his eyes and in his mind watched the most beautiful
explosion of colours than he could imagine, however, he checked he had not
spurted anything, except abundant precum. Then he kissed a peck to John.

	"John, it has been marvellous, as never before." The 13 y/o
teenager hugged his new brother, he was aware that he had built a great
part of his wall. After some minutes of relaxing, Ben asked: "John, do you
want to fuck my butt?" John caressed tenderly Ben's smooth cheeks with the
back of his hand, and staring into the young boy intense blue eyes, he
replied:

	"I am not sure, Ben. I will do it if you want it, or just as an
experience, but that must be done in a quiet surrounding; it needs some
preparation, otherwise, I may hurt you and I don't want that in any way
during my life. In any case, you must do it first to me."

	"Why?"

	"I want you to have the experience before. I have fucked other
boys, but in those cases, they were gay boys and they liked and enjoyed
it. I don't think you are gay." Ben then suddenly jumped on top of his
friend, started making ticklish to him and wrestling.

	"Maybe I am not gay but I like a lot to rub our dicks together." He
said between laughs and gasps. They wrestled during a few minutes on the
soft floor until their cocks again were harder than rocks. John pinned Ben
down and looked into those eyes that he deeply loved; they started moving
up and down; their cocks rubbing against each other mixed with precum that
made slippery their crotches. After a few minutes, the beautiful warm
sensation came near at the same time to both; John spurted his clear white
load on Ben's belly, and he pressed down his dick with a loud groan. After
this, they remained quiet for a few minutes enjoying the bliss of their
lovemaking, with their flaccid boyhoods stick to their bellies. Ben stood
and said:

	"You will fuck my butt if you can catch me!"

Saying this, he ran to the river followed up by the elder boy. Ben jumped
into the cold water as John did the same, he could not catch him during
their run. The boys spent the day playing in the woods and having a great
time in the river, Patrick watched them as his memories went to his late
sons; he sighed. However, he was very happy because the future brothers had
found their reconciliation; he would never know the words that had caused
tears in the boys' souls.  They ate the remainder of the food he had
bought, except four chocolate tablets and a package of bread slices. They
prepared the fire outside the tent and lighted it. Patrick thought that it
would be advisable to sleep dressed in spite that moment it was not cold,
besides, they only had the blankets and the fire. At that instant, John
said looking into his adored boy's blue eyes, but for Patrick to hear:

	"Last night I committed an unforgivable sin offending both of
you. Please, once more, I ask for your forgiveness." Ben and Patrick did
not expect such a public declaration of guiltiness and they felt
touched. Ben hugged and kissed his friend and Patrick pushed the boy to his
chest as he alleged:

	"If you don't mind, John, let's forget the incident. Nothing has
happened."

	"Yes. Let's forget it." Ben added, and both children again hugged,
John, sat between them and said:

	"Thanks, brother, thanks, father. To complete the day I'll tell my
part of our story." Ben had forgotten it and was taken aback, however, he
did not argue against it. John then started:

	"I don't have any memories out of the orphanage and the social
home. I did not accept any foster homes that they offered me; I preferred
the institutions where I could build my life without strange interferences,
though some times were very expensive. I always fought to be the first and
to survive in that jungle. When I was ten, they took me, for the first
time, to the great boss' house; they initiated me on sex and I honestly
must say that I enjoyed it. As Ben has said, that prevented older boys of
abusing me, so I gladly went there many times." He paused to order his
thoughts while Ben took his had in his, encouraging to continue as he did.

	"Yes, that was the first time we met. When I saw Benny, my angel, I
could only think to love him, to be near him, to protect him. I had never
experienced such tenderness toward anyone, I had never been rude to younger
or even my age pals; when I wanted to have sex I never asked if they liked
it or not, this was the first time that I did. I had been raised in that
hard atmosphere like animals in the wild jungle, where they had to fight
for daily survival. I wondered why he impacted so great on me; it was new
to me that feeling. We spent the night cuddled into each other arms until
we heard the bell ringing the following morning. From that date on, we were
inseparable buddies, except during classes. We were the happiest boys in
the orphanage and whenever we could, and that was very often, we went into
that secluded place and enjoyed our love, we kissed and sucked each other
during hours, especially during the weekends." Ben laughed loudly.

	"Yes. We were insatiable."

	"You are right. One Monday, one of the guards called me apart and
told me that the Great-boss wanted Ben in his bed to fuck him during next
weekend. I told him that neither he nor the Great-boss would touch my
angel; I would never consent on that. He argued that the man was very
powerful and that he could do whatever he liked, he added: "John, you have
always been reasonable, what would you do? Going to the police? You know
very well he is above the police or the judicial authorities in this State;
no one will move a single finger to help you." I recognized he was
right. That guard was a good man and never treated boys with bad manners,
except when he was forced to. I knew could not fight against GB, as we
called him in the orphanage that some boys translated for the "Great
Bastard"; so I suggested him: "Tell GB that I would go in his place and
would do whatever he likes, but he has to promise me that he will never
touch Ben." I knew the strong compromise that I was assuming, but I could
not bear in my mind the picture of my angel being raped by that old man. I
had been there before a few times, but he and his colleagues sucked us and
we sucked or jerked them off, that's all. No, no!  I was thinking this when
I heard the guard saying: "Alright, I'll tell him, you are a pretty boy
too, and maybe he accepts your offer. I would do myself without any doubt,
but I like women, not boys. On the other hand, you know he's very generous
with those who please him."

Some days later, the guard called me for a walk, when we were in the little
forest where no one could hear us, he said: "John, he has accepted your
proposal, however, besides handsome you are a good boy and I want to help
you. This man is very clever, but you must be cleverer than he is. I would
bet my soul that he wanted you right from the beginning rather than your
little friend, but he has used a trick to get you; he knows everything
about this place. I know him and am absolutely sure that if you had
rejected his offer, he would have taken your little blonde." He paused, I
felt furious but I could do nothing, he resumed: "When he is alone with a
boy, like this time, he performs his nights with some ritual; a first part
to give you pleasure, and the second and third for himself. Never give him
more than he asks; never answer his questions, if you don't like them. It
is not part of the deal and you must stand without complaining."

"In the second part, he will spank or whip, and fuck you. He enjoys your
pains, so you must exaggerate them without him knowing it. He will use
Vaseline for himself, but not for you, so before he starts the second
session, you must go to the bathroom with some excuse, let's say to clean
yourself; he adores cleanness. Behind the mirror I'll place this little
tube, it contains something similar to Vaseline, but has an added property
to diminish your pains, use it in your butt." He kept silence for a moment,
and then continued: "You may ask yourself why I do this, well... I hate him
and what he does, but a word from him could send me to the hot chair.
Besides not liking it, I don't deserve it because I am innocent, but that
is an old and long story.  Moreover, he has hundreds of millions of dollars
to bribe people and to pay us. Please, get ready next Friday after dinner,
but remember: you must be more intelligent than he is." On Friday I gave an
excuse to Ben and I was taken blinded to the GB's house."

As John was speaking Ben felt how his eyes blurred thinking on those
days. John bent his head and continued:

	"When they took out the blinding cloth from me, I found was in a
room similar to a dungeon, but luxury furnished. A strong man ordered me to
get naked showing where the bathroom was. A few minutes later, the GB
appeared with a black leather mask covering his face, leaving free the
eyes, mouth and nose. I had seen him before, so I was not surprised. He
pulled me down on the bed with him and we made a 69. I felt revulsion
taking his cock into my mouth, but a deal was a deal; he was a professional
and soon gasps and moans came from my throat as my body responded to what
my brains rejected. He stopped a few times when I was close to my orgasm
prolonging my pleasure. We resumed our mutual sucking until I reached my
climax within a few minutes. I did not know if I had to continue sucking
him, but the disgust made me take my mouth out of his cock when he was near
his orgasm. He then asked me why I had done that, I told him that the night
had just started and he needed to reserve himself for better, later on. He
applauded me and said: "You are very clever. I'll come back in a minute."
When he disappeared I entered the bathroom, washed my mouth and put the
cream into my butt as deeper as possible, it felt very cold inside me."
John kept silence for a moment and Patrick asked:

	"Was someone else in the room?"

	"No. But the strong man who had carried me was outside the door,
just in case I tried to escape. Some minutes elapsed and the man returned;
he sat on a chair and ordered me to lie on his lap with my tummy down, so
my butt was up. He professionally kneaded and caressed my butt cheeks, and
I must say my penis started getting hard when unexpectedly he began
spanking me, his hand descended against my bare flesh, first not very hard
but after a few slaps, he hit me harder and harder. I yelped in pain
exaggerating it, screaming and pleading to stop, as I felt his hard cock
pushing against my belly; mine was soft. When my butt was red and hot, he
took me to the bed, placed a pillow under my crotch and without any more
preparation he slid entirely his cock into me in a single and strong
thrust. I screamed as if he had destroyed my intestines, that excited him
and furiously started fucking me until he reached his climax.  Fortunately,
the cream had worked and the pain was not as intense as he believed, but he
did not know it. When he recovered he got out of me saying: "You are a good
boy John, you have done super up to now, your little boy must be proud of
you." I did not answer; he left and his words brought me the beautiful face
of my angel. I entered the bathroom and had a shower; I felt pain in my
pucker as I touched it, it was sore. I put the rest of the cream to prevent
future pain; then I went to the bed to wait for the man.

He did not come immediately, instead, the strong guard entered, he put me
something like iron handcuffs in my ankles and wrists, and then he fixed my
feet to the floor and my hands to a pulley on the ceiling.  The GB appeared
naked as usual, his cock was hard again and he ordered the man to start; he
knew his job. He got a long whip and in seconds I felt the terrible sharp
pain on my back as the whip hit my body. I screamed in pain as if I were
being killed; again another lash, another...I then thought in the pretty
face of my angel, it comforted me because I knew he would not suffer those
terrible moments. I wondered how many lashes I received. After some time, I
watched how the excited man groaned on the thick-carpeted floor as he
spurted wads of semen on himself. The session had finished.

Two men took him away, and another one came to untie me. I was almost
unconscious as I heard him saying: "You have been a very brave boy, better
than anyone before." The man held me in his arms and took me to a bed in an
adjacent room. Another person, dressed in a white robe, entered, and after
cleaning my wounds, he applied something and the pain disappeared.  They
gave me a large glass of sweet lemonade that I drank eagerly because I felt
thirsty; probably it was a narcotic because I woke up on Sunday morning. I
had discomfort but not pain.  I saw a huge breakfast waiting for me on a
small table. Still, I was naked; I wore a white robe that had been placed
on the bed and devoured everything. The GB entered with his face covered by
his soft leather mask, this time I fixed my sight on his mouth and I
appreciated a little scar on his upper lip. He then said:

	"You have been very good John, one of the best I ever had, so I
want to reward you.  These two parcels contain two sets of very expensive
clothes for youngsters, one for you and another for your lover." He opened
mine, extracted the jeans and with a small knife he unfastened one leg
folder, then he added: "This is for you." He took five $100 notes and
placed them into the leg folder, so it was very difficult to find them. "I
have ordered that as soon as you are recovered, you and your friend will
immediately be transferred to the Social House; if you need something from
me, in the pocket I have put you a sheet with the instructions to follow."
I felt obliged to say

	"Thank you, sir, if you need me..." But he interrupted me, saying:
"I am a perverted man, but not a cruel one; I never repeat this action on
the same boy." Then he left.

				Chapter 6
				-------------

"That evening around midnight, the strong man came and wrapped me in the
white robe and we walked to a hidden garage, he blinded me again and an
hour later the car stopped in front of the staff service gate of the
orphanage; after removing the bandage from my eyes we walked up to the
infirmary, a man dressed as an MD asked: "Is this the boy?" "Yes," The
strong man answered. They pulled me on the bed; the MD examined the wounds
and applied something that I could not see. I had had already dinner, but
at that time I was hungry again, so he asked me whether I wanted to eat
something and I answered yes, he brought me a large tray full of fruit,
sandwiches and a bottle of milk, I ate until I was full and drifted to
sleep. I started thinking about what I would say to Ben if I could see him,
he probably was upset; some minutes later I was rock asleep.

I heard a nurse entering in the room, with my eyes still near closed, I
could see the daylight; she raised the sheet covering me and commented near
in a murmur: "Poor little boy if there is a God, that bastard should burn
in the hell." I grinned. Sometime later she brought me a huge breakfast,
and after I finished it the guard that helped me entered:

	"How was it, John? You don't need to explain to me..."

	"Thanks for your help and the cream, it helped some," I
answered. He ruffled my hair:

	"Alright boy; I must warn you that for everybody you are here with
some infection and can't see anyone until you are cured." I felt my
heartbroken because I wanted badly to see Ben; he guessed my thoughts and
added: "However, you won't transmit the infection to a friend, do you?" He
opened the door and Ben entered, he had been already instructed." At that
moment Ben pressed John's hand.

	"Yes, but no one had told me about your wounds, only that I should
not tell anyone that I had seen you."

	"He came to my bed and immediately tried to hug me, I groaned in
pain when he placed his hand on my back. He raised the sheet with tears in
the eyes. Then he asked me."

	"Who has dared to do this to you? Why? Where? I extended out my
hand and rubbed his cheeks wiping his tears. He took my palm and placed it
on his chest over his heart. Near in a whisper I said:

	"I can't tell you right now; please, don't ask me anything." He
approached his face to me and I felt his wet skin mixing the salty flavour
of his tears on my lips. "I'll answer your questions in due course." He
looked at me and in the same whisper said:

	"I love you, John, I have missed you."

	"I love you, too Benny." After a while we changed the subject and
started joking, he slipped his hand under the cover and found my dick that
was erected since he had entered the room; I had no underwear because it
rubbed my wounds. Grinning he wrapped his hand around it and started moving
in/out, I gasped and I told him to stop because I knew what would happen,
but the rascal continued as I tried to muffle my moans. With a wicked smile
he stared at me and watched how I gritted my teeth, closed my eyes and
stopped breathing as the most wonderful feeling swept thru my body; with a
gasp, I fell on the pillow breathing heavily. I had experienced the most
extraordinary orgasm up to that date. He extracted his hand from under the
cover and I could watch how he licked his palm and fingers with his tongue,
though I knew he did not like the flavour; he then looked at the door and
then approached his face to me, he kissed me introducing his tongue into my
mouth. I felt the well-known savour of my seeds; he retrieved saying:

	"Congratulations, you little man!" I could not resist the
temptation, in a quick move I dragged him to me and rubbed his lips with
the back of my hand, I caressed tenderly all his beautiful face." A cough
called our attention as the guard entered:

	"I'm sorry boys, but Ben must leave now." We looked devastated at
him: "Alright you can stay for five minutes more, I'm finishing my guard
and I don't want any problems." He thought for a moment and then added:
"Ben, tonight when lights are put off, sneak as if you were going to pee,
then come here, I'll let you in, then you can sleep together, but you must
promise me to be in your bed before the bell rings in the morning, so no
one can suspect." We sighed and he went out; Ben then gave me a quick peck
on the lips and left."

	"Ben came at the agreed time that evening; in spite of my pains, we
did whatever two boys in love could do in a single bed and in that
situation. When we were exhausted we drifted to sleep, he cuddled into my
arms. The guard woke us up at dawn before the bell rang and Benny left
after ruffling my hair, my heart was full of joy. We used the same
procedure until the following Friday; I felt quite well, my wounds had near
healed and I was anxious to return to my duties, however, before I left,
the guard took me apart.

	"John, I must warn you; within a few days, probably next week, both
of you will be transferred to the Social House, he has discovered a part of
your tricks and probably, even admiring you, he will seek revenge and Ben
will be his target. He has a very pretty face, so I recommend you to be
alert. He has all means available, even the kidnapping and making him
disappear if necessary." I trembled as in my mind I pictured my beautiful
friend being raped, left at a hospital's door with his guts torn, bleeding
and almost dead.

	"Thanks, we'll try to be careful." He then added:

	"The police have hundreds of outstanding unresolved cases of this
sort."

"I had presumed that but I thought it would take some time, so happy we
joined the rest of our mates; those who we considered friends gathered
around me and hugged carefully because Benny had informed them. We took
over again the job in the laundry store where we had a bed for us. After
dinner and finishing duties, we locked the door and in seconds we were
naked under the covers kissing desperately as if there was no
tomorrow. After three or four wonderful climaxes we were exhausted but our
dicks still requesting actions. Benny cuddled between my arms and started
playing with my curled hair." Ben looked at him and to Patrick and grinned:

	"I love that during a relaxing time and you should not lie because
you like it very much."  John chuckled.

	"I didn't say anything otherwise." He gave a peck to him as he
continued: "I feared Benny questions because I didn't want he felt we were
in danger; but I also knew that behind that pretty face, there was a high
brilliant intelligence and determination, so I could not hide anything to
him; he would find out. So softly he said:

	"John, as far as I know, you haven't done anything wrong, please,
who and why did those terrible things to you?" I doubted for a moment, and
then I said: "Really, do you want to know it? There is no point now that it
is over." Ben sighed.

	"No matter if that hurts me or not, I would have wanted to share
your pain, so please don't hide anything." I couldn't do anything but to
hug him. "The GB did it for his enjoyment. He forced me to have pleasure by
sucking my dick, he spanked me until my bum was hot and then with a single
thrust he raped me, I felt as if he had introduced an iron bar in my guts,
in spite I had put some cream in it, secretly provided by our guard's
friend, otherwise probably I would have bled abundantly. Then he and his
assistant trapped me like a prisoner in a dungeon and whipped me until I
was nearly unconscious, that was the peak moment when he climaxed. Ben then
said:

	"You are strong, but how could you resist that? Why didn't you
shout out asking for help?" I chuckled, you near got upset; do you remember
Benny?"

	"Yes, I didn't expect your terrible answers."

	"I'll continue." Patrick hugged the boy encouraging him to take off
from his mind those terrible moments that would surely make him forget them
in his future life. "There was no point to ask for help; I knew we were in
an isolated place with thick and soundproof walls. I resisted trying to see
your face in my mind, your image comforted and healed my pain; I thought it
was worthwhile the punishment if I saved you from being the receiving part
of it." I stopped and watched the wide blue eyes looking into mine, tear
dropping on the pillow; with a sob he said:

	"Do you mean that you received that hard punishment to save me from
it? That I was the target?"

	"Yes, at least that was what I thought. I could have said no, but
he knew that we loved each other and I had to accept a "full treatment" as
he called it, otherwise, they would take you and I couldn't bear that; so I
accepted. You can't doubt that he would have carried out his threat." He
cuddled even tighter to me and sobbed. After half an hour of quietness, he
raised his beautiful eyes and we caressed each other tenderly, very
tenderly. Then our lips joined and our tongues mixed as we soon forgot our
sorrows and started again making love, he sucked me and I sucked him and
when I released my little load into his mouth, he recovered his original
position and we joined our lips again sharing the flavour of my semen. Then
I said: "Partially I deceived the GB, not in the thrashing part, though, I
exaggerated the pains screaming. That led him to have his climax before he
expected. He said I had been very good and wanted to reward me for
that. Please bring me my jeans." Benny got out of the bed to take my
trousers, I could appreciate his glistening erected penis still wet from my
saliva and that beautiful bum of him, all was perfect and I loved those
moments watching his body.

When I got my trousers I unfolded that part and extracted the five hundred
dollars. He wide opened his beautiful eyes.

	"John, that's a lot of money! What are we going to do with it?" I
smiled and I hugged him very tight:

	"To run away as soon as we are in the Social House. That was also a
present from him.  The guardian told me yesterday that probably next week
we will be transferred." He looked at me smiling. "But still there is bad
news Benny, not urgent but bad ones, anyway." He looked at me puzzled. "Our
friend has told me that the GB had not discarded the idea of fucking your
butt, so that we must be alert, being always together, especially during
the weekends." His beautiful face got sad and looked at me.

	"All of our sufferings and problems because we have pretty faces, I
hate my face, I would like to change it." I stared at him gently as I
caressed his smooth cheeks.

	"You should not regret about what you were gifted, thanks to your
pretty face I started to love you and discover the greatest soul I ever
met, the pretty face within some years will fade out but not your soul that
will last forever." At that point, Ben looked at John and to Patrick and
said:

	"Those words went very deep in me, and I have wondered if they came
from your mind or you had learnt from some book." John grinned.

	"Unfortunately I have not read many books of poetry; perhaps I'll
do in the future. Let me finish. Ben then asked me what we would do. "To
run away, we must get out of this State and then go to the police and show
my scars, at least an investigation could be opened and find out all that
is going on here." Ben glanced at me with doubt as he said.

	"You are silly; they will never let us run away."

	"Do you remember what the guardian told us? We must be smarter than
they are." We spent that night and a few others planning it until we
received the order. They transferred us to the Social House. We worked
harder than ever before; our qualifications were brilliant. Ben started
translating some text from German to English and I helped in the computer
room, but we were alert, we had prepared our backpacks hidden with our best
clothes just in case we find out something suspicious, but seemed that the
GB had forgotten us, but one of our friends overheard the word "cute" to a
guard signalling us.

	"From that day we took some measures, we slept in different places,
and especially during the weekends. We exchanged beds with our closest
friends, alerting them too. Summer was approaching and a programmed visit
to the Anthropological Museum; I told Ben that would be the day "d". We
discussed for hours the plan until we both agreed. That day we wore double
clothes and took with us our anoraks. Fortunately, that day the weather
forecast announced rain, so that fact did not raise any suspicion. In the
museum when they were more concentrated on some explanations we sneaked
out, one of the group's teachers asked us where we were going; I told him
we needed to pee. He said to hurry up, but instead, we went directly to the
main entrance walking normally as our hearts were racing at maximum
speed. I asked a policeman that was guarding the entrance, where the
Memorial was and he kindly informed us.  As soon as we were in the street
we ran a fast as we could in the opposite direction and to the rail
station, once in there we were exhausted, we bought two bottles of water
and some hot dogs and walked to the trade side. Far we watched a goods
train that was starting to move; we did not doubt. We hid between some big
crates near the track and when the train started moving we jumped into the
only wagon that was not flat, the last one. We closed the sliding gate and
hid between some cotton bales. The wagon was near full of tools and crates,
besides the bales.

	"I hope this goes to the South, I would like to reach sunny
California." The train gained speed and the night came; fortunately Ben had
a flashlight and we could arrange a bed to sleep within the bales. We
cuddled into each other arms and tired we drifted to sleep. The dawn
appeared, and to our disappointment, we could watch the sun was rising on
our right. Around mid-morning, the train stopped in a small station and we
decided to leave it. We walked and could see the great mountains covered
with wild forests. In the village, we bought some food and we decided to
walk into the forests, there, we thought, would be more difficult to find
us. We walked all day until we found a beautiful little valley and decided
to stay there. Not far, we found a hut in a clear of the forest and Ben
said:

	"We can stay here, it is warm and we can make a fire." What's about
if we live as African Indians in the jungle?"

	"Do you mean, naked?"

	"Yes, as Tarzan and his son of the old pictures."

	"Lovely." Benny agreed. We got naked and bathed in the stream."

	"What beautiful days they were during the few first weeks!" Ben
said. Patrick looked at him.

	"Were they?" He then continued speaking instead of John.

	"Yes. We felt free and far away from that horrible place out of the
GB's reach; we played, as we had never done before. We did to pirates, to
gunmen, always naked since it was summer. We did not think about anything,
during the night we would cuddle into each other arms and most of the
nights we made love until we were exhausted without caring if anyone could
hear our moans. When we needed food we walked to the little town and bought
what we wanted. One day our happiness ended, as we could see the money had
gone and we were hungry. We explored the surroundings and made little
robberies of food from the scattered cottages that we found while their
owners were away." At this moment, John took the thread:

	"Yes, I felt responsible and I was furious because we were
trapped. We learnt the border with the other State was not very far, we
could cross it and we would have been free, but the problem was that there
was a very long distance between the border and the next town, besides, we
had to cross thru very high mountains. That should have been done the first
days when we had money and food." Ben interrupted him.

	"You should not blame yourself because it was me who decided to
stay there."

	"Anyway, I'll continue: We were starved; we found some wild fruits
and ate them without caring about. We went to the hut and took a pot,
making some broth with the fruits and some herbs. I regretted a lot not to
have paid more attention to our teachers when they suggested us to join the
Scouts. We ate that and I don't know what happened, probably the herbs or
the fruits, we don't know, caused it. We lost conscience, at least during
more than twenty-four hours. We crapped on the floor, and what was the
worst, we raped each other like animals. When we regained the sense of
right and wrong we could not remember anything, except a little sore in my
pucker, but Benny's butt was sore and with the sign of my semen. We hugged
and I asked him to forgive me, he grinned.

	"Probably we liked it, don't we?" As usual, this little rat made me
happy. We understood that the weather was changing and we discussed what
steps to take; it could be any, except coming back to the orphanage. We
agreed to have a good bath the following morning in the stream and to go to
the town and ask the Salvation Army something to eat, and then we would
catch a train to the North, so we could leave the State. At that moment we
heard you parking the car and how you descended and stumbled as if you were
drank. You know very well the rest." John bent his head and silence
followed. Patrick pulled both boys to him and caressed their hair. He then
said:

	"I think it is enough. I promise, you will never be hungry again
and will have a roof over your heads." They prepared to sleep; Patrick knew
the boys needed to talk after what they had gone thru the previous night,
and so he suggested: "Better you sleep together if you like; there is
enough space in the tent and I am tired and want to sleep." Ben stared at
John and he moved his head negatively, then the younger boy said:

	"Alright, dad; we still don't want to sleep, we are not very
tired." Ben took one of the blankets and extended it near the fire a couple
of metres from the tent and Patrick's back. The young boy took some more
pieces of dry wood and tossed them to the flames. The fire revived, even
more, it was hot near them, so he took his clothes off immediately,
followed by John, and then they lay on the blanket, their noses near
touching. John whispered smiling.

	"You are a liar, little imp. We are tired and I wanted to be near
him." Ben grinned as he extended his hand and took John's cock in it.

	"Who is the liar?" They grinned and their lips joined in a long and
wanted wet moment.  They broke as Ben caressed John's cheeks, and then
scooted down starting sucking his nipples, his navel and finally his
balls. John squirmed in delight.

	"Benny... I... I want to do it to you, too." The beautiful face
rose a little and grinned.

	"You will do it to me later. Now I want to enjoy your precious
body."

End of Part 1