Andrew's Trust

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Chapter 2 - Breakfast

Max

I am running away from my abusive father. I am with my best friend, Grayson, and we are scared as we run. My dad caught us having sex. He pulled us out of the tent while we were naked. I nearly bit Grayson's dick off when he grabbed my foot. I'm scraped up pretty bad from being dragged across the campsite; my sides hurt from where he kicked me. He kept calling us little faggots and then told us he wished we were dead.

Grayson jumped in, got hit pretty hard, and fell to the ground. I felt helpless as I was being kicked in the side. My dad kicks me in the nuts, and I see stars. I feel like I am going to vomit.

Grayson throws some clothes and snacks onto our sleeping bag and holds it under one arm while he pulls me up with his other hand. We run off, and my dad keeps yelling at us, telling us he wishes we were dead.

We don't know where we are going, but we know that we can't stay near him any longer. I believe he would actually kill us. I know he brought his gun on the trip.

As we run through the woods, we try to stay quiet and out of sight. We are afraid that my dad will find us and hurt us, and we don't want to take any chances. We just want to get as far away as possible.

But we are not alone in the woods. We hear noises and are not sure if it's my dad, an animal, or other people, so we hide in a little cave-like area against the mountain. It's far enough off the trail that we don't think anyone will find us. We are going to stay here until the morning.

Once the first light wakes us up, we head west. We know that will get us to town. Unfortunately, our clothes are not in great shape. I don't have any underwear, and neither of us has socks. My feet are starting to feel like I will get a blister if we don't stop soon. Grayson is in his swimming suit and a muscle tee. He looks hot, and I want to finish what we started in the tent, but I know we need to keep moving. He's bleeding a bit from where my dad hit him. I hope it doesn't leave a scar on his beautiful face. I pull him in and kiss him. We both stink and are filthy, but it doesn't matter to me. I have him, and he has me.

Andrew

For breakfast, I decide to make it a game to keep the kid's mind off of sex for a bit. It's usually me who needs to have my mind taken off of sex. If I didn't know any better, I was actually this kid's biological father.

I grab all of the ingredients and set them out to make breakfast. First, I throw some bacon on a rack and put it on a tray in the oven. I mix up a batch of pancakes and do my best to pour them out as cartoon characters. I use a squeeze bottle to draw out the features just before pouring the shape over them. That makes them have some fun details. Next, I quickly scramble some eggs. The bacon is done, and everything is now on the table.

I pour us some juice, and we sit at the bar on the island in the kitchen. We are both still naked, and he looks so cute and happy sitting there in the sunlight as it streaks through the glass across the back of the house.

Occasionally, a glimmer of light bounces off the ceiling or counter from the reflection of the pool and crisscrosses his bare tummy. This little guy sure has done a number on me. My little angel sits there biting the head off of a poor little Mario Brother pancake. I am enjoying the view and daydreaming of just devouring this boy and pleasuring him right here in the kitchen. I am brought back to reality when my phone rings with a call from Ethan.

"Hi, Ethan."

"Hey, we've been out most of the night looking for the boys. We found a few clues as to where they have been, but we haven't found them yet."

"Do you think they will be okay?"

"Yeah, it looks like they took some food and water with them. Honestly, I think they ran away and didn't just wander off."

"What makes you think that?"

"Just a hunch, and the fact that the dad had the entire campsite packed up when we got there. He's hiding something; I know it."

"Hiding something? Like what? You don't think he killed the boys, do you?"

"I don't think he went that far, but something spooked the boys enough to make them run. We sent up the chopper last night, and the infrared cameras didn't detect any campfires or other heat signatures, and that has me a bit worried."

"I thought I heard the chopper. I don't know, Ethan, I don't have a good feeling if they didn't show any heat signature. Keep me updated, please."

Ranger Charlie

I've taken my share of missing person reports, and something isn't quite right here. Mr. Hawkins is hiding something, and something smells fishy here. His story doesn't add up. I have a hunch he's not telling us everything.

"Hi, Mr. Hawkins, I'm Ranger Daniels. Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?"

"Sure, I ain't got nothin' new since I told the others."

"Well, sir, we need to figure out if your boys have just wandered off, or if they ran away. I'm sorry if I seem insensitive, but we want to find your boys, and every bit of information helps us find them. That is what you want, right?"

"Um, of course I do. I want them back safe."

Why did he hesitate? Maybe I am being too suspicious, but nothing is adding up. "Seeing that it's been over a day since they have been missing, this seems more like they ran away. Do you think they may have intentionally left the campsite?"

"Well, they might have. We kind of had a small argument, and they weren't happy and went to their tent, but when I got up, they were gone."

This is new news. I was told that they had wandered away during the day, and this is a sure sign that he's covering something up. People don't change their story when they are telling the truth. He's fidgeting and looking like he's worried that the boys might be found and let us know what really happened. What else is he hiding?

"Sir, if there is anything you can think of that would help, let me know. May I ask why you broke camp instead of looking for them?"

"I figured they would be back soon, and wanted to head home when they did. I guess I should have gone to look for them."

"Would you mind if we looked through your camping gear?"

"There ain't nothin' in there of interest. I don't want to repack it, so no."

"Okay, that's your right."

"Are you accusing me of somethin'?"

"No, sir, I'm just trying to help."

He's definitely hiding something. I walk over to his SUV and peek in the window. I see him look at me, then he walks toward me in a bit of a huff. I quickly walk back to the command post. I think it's more than just a little argument, and I'm now worried that he may have done something bad to these boys.

As I get to the command post, the incident commander tells me that the helo crew from overnight didn't find any heat signatures except for Ethan and his explorers. This is beginning to look really bad.

"Daniels, I think we need to call in the cadaver dogs, there should have been a heat signature, unless..." He stops his thought and continues, "Ethan and his boys are good, but not if the boys are six feet under."

At least I know I am not the only one with that thought. "I'm afraid you may be right. Go ahead and call them in."

I grab a sat phone and call up Ethan.

"Thomas here."

"Thomas, it's Daniels; the dad says they had a fight, so widen the search. The boys are running, not lost. I don't have a good feeling about this."

"Will do. I have an idea of where they may have gone. We are going to head west toward the city side of the preserve."

I end the call with Ethan and go back to find out what we need at the command post.

Andrew

Ethan had to go; he had another call come in from the command post. Josh has been playing with himself the entire time I have been on the phone with Ethan.

"Josh, what are you doing?"

"I'm master blating or whatever you call it. It feels good." He looks at me with a big smile and asks, "when will the white stuff come out?"

Trying not to laugh, I tell him, "You have to be a lot older for that to happen, son. Please don't do that when other people are around. You should try to only do that in your room or in the bathroom."

"Okay. Is it bad to do it?"

"No, it's just something we do in private."

He keeps rubbing and tugging on his penis. "Can you help me, please?"

I know I shouldn't, but you all know my past, you know I'm addicted to sex. "Okay, come on over to the couch." I lead him to the couch, put down a beach towel and have him sit on the towel.

"Lay back and spread your legs. I'm going to do something I know you will like."

I get on my knees, spit in my hand, and rub his hard spike a bit. He's squirming, but I want to show him something better. I lean in, sniff the boy's scent, and stick out my tongue. I contact the head of his penis; it twitches and gets a small whimper from Josh. I run my tongue up and down his tiny shaft, and it twitches, causing more moans. I slide the sweet little dicklet into my mouth and swirl my tongue around it, and he just shudders. He's making noises, but I can't describe them. It's obvious that he's enjoying this.

I feel his hands on my head, then he grabs my hair and shoves my head deeper into his crotch. I know he's close, but I have another surprise for him. I pull off, but not without nearly losing some hair to his grip. I grab his ankles, and lift them up over his head, exposing his cute little pink star. I go in with my tongue, circle that little star, and then start poking my tongue in and out. More whimpers exit my boy's mouth. His legs are shaking. This boy is in heaven. After my tongue runs out of energy, I return to his dicklet, while my middle finger keeps circling his star. He gasps and shudders, and his whole body shakes. It's amazing that this boy's orgasms are so powerful. I stop before he passes out, and he just turns to lie on the couch, panting.

"Dad, can we do that again?"

This kid has quite the appetite. "Well, son, we can do it again sometime, but right now we should get out of the house and do something different. Let's go play mini golf and go-karts at the family fun center."

"Yeah!" Josh dashes off to get dressed. I quickly put on some shorts and a polo. Josh is dressed as well as an eight-year-old can be dressed on his own. Thank goodness it's warm, and shorts and a tee are all that he needs. We jump into the 1966 Ford Bronco head off.

I have to admit, I love this Bronco. It always draws a crowd of cute young boys everywhere we go.

We arrive at the fun center and jump out of the Bronco. To get to the sales counter, we walk through the arcade and pizza parlor. This is a typical fun center where you have to get tempted on your way to pay for the games. It's definitely a sales gimmick. I hope I can keep Josh from playing games and picking out toys until after our adventure.

First, we head over to the mini golf.

"Which course do you want to play?" I ask Josh, who is not paying much attention to anything but kicking the end of his golf putter and giggling.

"This one, I like the windmill."

"What color ball do you want? Red or blue?"

"I want blue, dad. I know red is your favorite color."

Josh takes a swing, and the ball heads down the easy, straight path and bounces off of the windmill. He runs up and taps it again. It bounces back again. He tries again, then leans over to pick it up and shove it through the windmill's tunnel.

"Watch out!" I scream, but it's too late. The windmill hits him in the behind. It stops, and Josh just laughs. I won't bore you as we fish balls out of the water and finish the game about 200 over par.

Finally, the fishing trip--I mean, golf game--is over. We head over to the kiddie go-carts. I can't ride because, well, I'm not a kid, so Josh takes a few laps with some other boys and girls that are here with their families. Josh and a boy named Brian are racing alongside each other and struggling to pass each other lap after lap. Brian's dad is leaning on the railing next to me and yelling out, "Go, Brian, go!"

On the final lap, Josh looks like he is going to win, but it ends in a tie.

The boys are both excited as they get out of their cars. I am surprised when the two boys run to each other and hug. I see Josh trying to kiss Brian, but Brian backs away. Brian's dad doesn't see the missed kiss. He introduces himself to me: "Hi, I'm Jack. I'm guessing that cute guy that tied with my boy is yours?"

"Yes, that's my Josh. He's pretty outgoing and seems to make friends quickly."

We go over to the boys, who by this time are as thick as thieves. They are acting like they have been best friends forever. I am starving and ask Josh if he wants to stop for some lunch, and Jack invites us to have pizza with them.

Jack

My son Brian and I are at the fun center since Brian likes to race. I think he has a bit of a competitive streak in him. A really cute boy in line for the kiddie go-carts keeps staring at Brian. I see his dad, and he's pretty hot too. I walk over and lean on the rail next to him. I keep screaming out to Brian to encourage him.

"The name is Jack." I hold out a fist for him to bump.

"Andrew." He bumps me back. "Which one is yours?"

"The one that's about the same height as yours with brown hair. His name is Brian."

I hope Andrew doesn't realize I've been watching him and his boy all day.

"Josh. They look like they're having fun. They don't seem to realize there are others on the course."

"Yeah, Brian has an aggressive competitive streak, but it looks like Josh is keeping him in line."

"I can't tell if Josh is being nice, or working hard to keep up." Andrew just laughs.

The boys cross the finish line in a photo finish. When they get out of their carts, the two boys hug. Brian is groping Josh's ass, but Josh is groping back. It's embarrassing because I don't know how open Andrew is, or if he knows his boy is being a bit frisky. Andrew mentions he's hungry.

"Why don't the two of you join us for Pizza?" I look over at Brian, and he is giving me the thumbs up. We walk into the castle and order pizza and drinks.

Andrew

The boys are all but ignoring Jack and me.

He's a nice guy and mentions that he just moved to town to get away from the city. "I thought this would be a good place to bring Brian to meet some of the local kids."

"This is a great place to get away from everything. Have you been to the preserve? We have a ranch just on the west side of the preserve. Maybe you and Brian can come out to visit?"

I look over at Josh as he feeds Brian a piece of pizza. It's very cute. Brian feeds Josh back. Jack notices and lets out a small laugh.

"It would be nice to visit. The boys seem to be getting along, and I think he's found a new friend. We're in temporary housing until I find the right place."

"Oh, where are you staying?"

"We're staying in Doc Connor's guest house until we find a place. It's a long story, but we have some mutual business interests, so he offered it up. I was hoping to get some land near there to build a place. I really love Destiny Ranch, but I doubt Seth and Haydon would even consider selling. We looked out toward the preserve. I think we may have seen your place when we went out looking."

"That's not far from us, we're neighbors."

The boys are currently roughhousing, so I decide they need to do something else before they get hurt.

"Let's get these boys something to burn off the energy now that they are refueled."

"Boys, how about we go do the water bugs?"

The boys both jump up and run out the door, heading for the water bug line. They are too short to ride alone, so Jack and I get to be the co-pilots.

We board our water bugs, which are basically just an inner tube with a small outboard motor and seat wedged in the center. The seat is wet, so my shorts and Josh's are instantly soaked. The kid running the ride comes by and starts the motors with the pull string. Exhaust fumes come out into our faces, and we are ready to go. They unhook us, and we move to the center of the pond. At first, we zip around the fake little old town to try to sneak up on Jack and Brian, but they get the same idea and come the other way. Suddenly, Jack turns the outboard so the water flow is aimed at us. They lean back, and the water jet comes out and falls right into our laps. Two can play at this; I flip ours around, and water is now hitting them. I'm soaked to the bone, and so is Josh. I see that they are soaked as well.

The buzzer sounds, and we pull into the dock. As we all get out, I notice that Brian's white nylon basketball shorts are clinging to his cocklet and tiny balls. His white tee is transparent, and I can see his nipples and well-defined abs through the clinging cloth. That boy goes commando. Jack catches me staring and gives me a knowing wink. We walk around for a bit to dry off. I walk behind Brian, and Jack is behind Josh. I know Jack sees me as I check out Brian's cute little butt.

I thought I just heard Jack say, "I'll bet you want to tap that ass."

"Excuse me?" I say as I look at him, and all he does is smile with a shit eating grin. My stomach gets butterflies. Did he really say that?

"Let's go into the arcade, boys."

We walk into the arcade, and the boys go wild. Every machine spits out tickets, and Josh has his eye on a plush unicorn that he wants to win. He keeps running back and forth, asking me to count his tickets, determined to earn enough to get that toy. When I finally tell him he has enough, he runs to the counter to exchange them. He gets the giant plush and hugs it, then he brings it over to Brian. He gives the unicorn a big kiss and then hands it to Brian, kissing him just like he kissed the unicorn. Brian turns red, Jack smiles, and the boys just hug and run off somewhere to chat.

Talk about awkwardness. I don't know what just happened. He obviously has a crush on Brian. Brian seems to be okay with it. I think it's cute, and I think Jack does as well.

Jack looked at me and asked, "Is Josh gay? I have suspected that Brian is, but they are so young."

"I don't really know. We haven't had that conversation yet, but I knew I was when I was eight."

Shit, I just outed myself, but Jack seems to be okay with it. I mean, if he really did say what I thought he said, he might even be a boy lover as well.

"I think I was about 14 or so before I thought I might be, but by high school, I knew for sure."

Jack and I just talked about random things from our childhoods. Of course, I don't give him the full story of my life; rather, I give him the one I have practiced telling people. It sucks to have a secret life, but I can't just go around telling the world I was a slutty rent boy.

After about 20 minutes, the boys come back holding hands and ask if we can play laser tag. We buy tickets and wait for the next group to form. There are two teams of 10. Josh and Brian are on one team, along with some older teens. Jack and I end up on another team with a bunch of younger kids. The maze is great, and we are able to coordinate an attack on the other team with our little munchkin band.

They are so short that it is easy for them to hide behind obstacles and in the fog. After clearing out the majority of the enemy team, we realize we haven't seen Josh and Brian for a while. Did they get zapped out early? Jack and I zigzagged through the darkness to find them. The scoreboard shows that we have two alive, Jack and me, and they have two. It must be Josh and Brian. We come to a monolith, and we each take a side, only to go around the corner and get shot by our boys. They have been hiding there, avoiding hits. They get us both. Jack had one hit left, so he is done.

Dad's and munchkins, one left. Teenyboppers still have two. I have one hit left, so I rolled out of view until I reset. I get shot by Brian the second my counter resets. The boys win the game.

"That was a fun day, guys. We have to head home, but let's exchange numbers so we can get these boys a play date," I say to Jack. He takes out his phone and texts me his contact information. I returned it with mine. When he sees my last name, his eyes sparkle, and he smiles and gives me a look as if he knows something more.

"Thanks, we look forward to coming out to visit the ranch."

When we walk out to the parking lot, Jack and Brian get into the most beautiful McLaren I have ever seen. It's a dark blue-gray color and sounds like a million dollars. Wait, how much are they? I've got to get a ride in that.

Josh and I get in the Bronco and head back to the ranch. I don't know why we even leave there, since our backyard is amazing, but today I am glad we did. I am so looking forward to having Brian run around our place naked.

I haven't told you much about our place. Let's start with the backyard. I work as a commercial water park and landscape designer, and we have 90 acres of land nestled into the hills. The back part of the property is leased out to a rancher for his cattle to graze, but the front part is all ours to use. I designed a lazy river, a water slide, and a grotto for our pool that has a jacuzzi the size of most people's pools on one side. We do a lot of fundraising events here at the ranch, so some of the amenities were able to be considered donations to the foundation. In full disclosure, the property is really part of the Lincoln Thomas Foundation, and we are just the caretakers. Ethan's dad donated the land to the foundation. The house, well, it's freaking amazing too, and I'll tell you more about it as the story progresses. I know you might say that we should have used the money for the kids, but it was paid for by donors, and expenses are covered by endowments. It attracts some very high-dollar donations that do way more than we could have done without them.

We have a barbecue area with a full outdoor kitchen, a tiki bar, a television, a fire pit and sand for relaxing and enjoyment, a pool house, and what we call Justin's Lodge.

The lodge is basically a lodge-style hotel that we rent out to raise funds for the foundation. Every summer, it becomes a boys' camp for the boys that the shelter has helped and for other boys in need. We named it after Justin, who was one of the boys I lived with but was tragically killed in a dumpster. Cole, one of the other boys from the factory, and his dad, Dan, provided most of the funding for the facility. Think of it as a cozier, smaller version of the Grand California Lodge at Disneyland. It has a great room with a huge fireplace, a dining hall, a commercial kitchen on the ground floor, and 30 rooms that look out on the great room from the second floor. Each room has a bunk bed made of logs with a full-size bed on top, a queen at the bottom, and a separate king-sized bed for the chaperone or other campers. Each room can sleep 4-8 people. The pool house is an exact copy of one I built for an exclusive resort in the Sonoma Valley. It has a lounge area, showers, a steam room, a sauna, a workout room, and a massage table. There's even a laundry room and a row of sinks and mirrors like you would find in a luxury Korean spa. It's all unisex, which can get interesting during some of the fundraising events.

I guess what I am saying is that I live in paradise.

Now, there is also the private compound, which is the adult play space. It's covered with pergolas, sails, and even roofs in some places. It has a variety of spaces for adult fun. More on that later. I'm sure we will have an adventure there before this story is done. Josh doesn't know about this part of our yard as it's hidden behind a sixteen-foot chain link and hedge wall that is behind the pool, providing complete privacy and safety for the acre of play space. As far as Josh knows, that's the end of our yard. Did I mention the helipad? I wish I could afford a helicopter, but while I make good money, we could never in our lives dream of being able to afford this place, yet alone a chopper of our own.

Ethan

I need to update Andrew on our progress. I grab the sat phone, pull up his number, and hit send.

"Hi Ethan, what's the news?" He answers quickly.

"Hi, my love, we still haven't had any luck finding the boys, but we did find a campsite that the boys definitely stayed at last night."

"Really? Any clues?"

"Well, they are heading your direction, and now we know about how much land they can cover. It doesn't appear that they are using the trails, so we know we can cut them off. This is a good sign. This means they are still alive, provided they stay hydrated and away from the mountain lions and coyotes."

"How far in are you?"

"We are over by the Willow Trail, near where it crosses the north bypass."

"Where did they start out?"

"They were right next to the falls."

"Wow, those boys are running from something. I hope you find them soon."

"We do too. Love you, chat later."

"I love you too, Ethan."

I realize that we can get to the fire road and book it west. That should get us ahead of them unless they find the fire trail first, but if they do, they will just end up at the ranch, and Andrew will find them.

Andrew

As we lay on the couch, Josh is naked and cuddling into my side.

"What is your favorite thing about today?"

"Brian, he's so cool, and he's cute too."

"You think he's cute?"

"Yeah, dad, he is, don't you think so?"

"Well, yes, but I have the cutest boy right here." I reach down and tickle him. He has the cutest giggle.

"Brian is so good at racing, and he's good at laser tag, and he's good at..."

I cut him off. "I see you really like him."

"Is that okay?"

"Of course. We can have him and his dad over for swimming, or a barbecue, and maybe you can get to know him better and have a sleepover."

I never thought about letting Josh have a sleepover, but I guess it never dawned on me that he would have friends here. It will be nice to have another naked boy running around the house. I mean, I hope he will go naked and that Jack will too.

Josh is now jumping up and down on the couch. His dick is flopping with each bounce. Damn, he is so cute.

"Okay, buddy, calm down. Your little cock is going to slap you silly if you keep jumping."

Josh walks over to me on the couch, stands with his cock in my face, and just wiggles up and down, giving me a show with his hard-on and causing me to have my own hard-on.

"One time today is enough, buddy."

"Can Brian come over tonight?"

"No, buddy, we will do it soon. I have his dad's phone number, and we can call him tomorrow." He keeps jumping, and his little dick hits my lips and nose. Fuck, this kid is going to be the end of me. "Josh, please, maybe later." I can't believe I offered to please him again later.

"Good, I want to taste his yummy lips again."

"Again?"

"Yes, dad, we were kissing when you were looking for us."

The kisses I saw were just on the cheeks. He blushes, and then he tells me, "He even pushed his tongue into my mouth, and I liked it."

Apparently, they had lost track of the game because they were making out, and it wasn't until Jack and I found them that they heard us and attacked. Mystery solved.

He keeps hitting my lips with his cocklet and getting late, so I grab Josh's hand and we head to bed.

"Since I'm a big boy, can I just shower in the morning with you?"

"Sure, son."

"Can I sleep with you again?"

"Of course."

Danger, danger! This boy is going to be the end of me. I can't resist him. I cuddle up to him and sniff his head. Musky boy. That's all it takes for my cock to wake up and poke him in the butt. He giggles, wiggles it into his butt cheeks, and we are off to sleep.

End of Andrew's Trust 2 - Andrew Thomas