Date: Fri, 27 Jan 2017 12:39:43 -0700
From: Ocelot <fullmetalocelot12@gmail.com>
Subject: Ashton and Noah Chapter IV

Ashton and Noah Chapter IV

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      The gentle strains of "Ave Maria" brought me back to consciousness.
I was naked.  Noah was curled next to me.  He was also naked.  Carefully,
so I wouldn't disturb him, I slid my finger across the screen of my phone,
silencing it.  It was 7:00.  We needed to get going. For a moment, I
admired his chest rising and falling as he breathed, the way his lips were
slightly puckered.  I leaned in and kissed those soft lips of his.  Noah's
eyes fluttered open.

	"Good morning dearest Noah," I said, smiling at him.

	"Hey, Ash."  He yawned and then said "What time is it?"

	"It's seven in the morning.  We need to get ready.  Breakfast
first, then a shower."  I handed him the pair of boxer briefs he'd been
wearing when he came to bed with me.  "Put these on.  As much as I like you
being naked, I don't want any distractions until later.  I'm going to use
the bathroom and then I'll make us breakfast."

	"Sounds good.  I'm really hungry.  I'm also pretty nervous, scared,
and a bit excited."

	Pulling on a pair of shorts, I turned to him.  "Me too, Noah.  But
we'll feel better after some food and a shower."  I picked up the house
remote and pushed the button that opened all curtains and disabled the
alarm.  Tucking it into my pocket, I held out my hand, and helped Noah off
the bed.

	We headed downstairs, and Noah at the breakfast island in the
kitchen.  Like any kid his age, mornings didn't agree with him.  He placed
his head down on the Italian marble.  I quickly went to work, making
waffles, toasting bread, and pouring juice.  Soon, the fresh and pleasant
aromas roused him.  He lifted his head and stared openmouthed at the spread
I placed before him.

	"Is...is all that for me?" he gaped.

	"Yeah.  We need to eat hearty.  For tonight, we dine in Hell!" I
thundered, quoting King Leonidas from "300".

	"First off, that's the most I've ever had for breakfast.  It
explains why I'm so skinny.  Second, I don't want to dine in Hell.  Not
tonight, not ever!  Scary stuff."  Grabbing his fork and knife, he dug in.

	"Sorry, Noah.  I watch way too many movies.  I was quoting a good
one."  I sat down with my own plate and glass.  I poured syrup on my
waffles.

	"If I get to stay with you, can we watch all the movies you quote?"
Noah inquired.

	"All of them, and more.  We can spend your summer vacation watching
movies when I'm not working."

	"Thanks, Ash.  You're the best!"

	"Just doing my duty to expose a young mind to all that Hollywood
has to offer."

	"Did someone say wood?"  Standing up, Noah showed that his little
cock was poking through the cloth and I could see the tip.  I felt my own
dick rising to the occasion, but for the moment, I was able to keep my
head.

	"It's awesome, and I'd love to play with what you've got, but we
need to finish and shower.  What's happening now is more important than
playing with our cocks."

	I took my empty plate and glass to the sink.  Noah followed, a bit
of a frown on his face.  I took the dishes from him, placed them in the
sink and embraced him.  I gently rubbed his back.

	"I'm sorry beautiful Noah, but we have to focus on what's ahead.
Me getting custody of you is more important than us getting some play time
right now."  I leaned in and kissed him.  "We'll have plenty of time later,
but we need to get going."

	We went upstairs.  Noah showered in the bathroom next to his
bedroom.  I headed to my bedroom to get ready.  As I was tying my shoes,
Noah came in.  He had his new dress shirt and pants on, but his feet were
bare.

	"Um, Ash?  I just realized.  I don't have any dress shoes to go
with the suit."  He looked kind of sheepish.

	"I know.  It was deliberate.  Wear one of the pairs of sneakers you
got yesterday."

	"But won't that clash with the suit?"

	Standing up, and threading my belt around my waist, I answered. "It
will, but we're not looking to impress the president today.  I want you to
look nice for the hearing, and still remind people you're a kid.  On the
other hand, I will be wearing these uncomfortable shoes because I need to
look my best."

	Noah left, and a few minutes later, returned.  It was all I could
do to keep my jaw from dropping.  He looked gorgeous!  He looked older,
more mature, and absolutely, positively, drop dead sexy.  I wanted to rip
his clothes off, and ravage his beautiful body.

	"You look great, Noah.  I mean it!"

	Noah flashed me his million dollar grin.  "Thanks, Ash.  You look
great yourself.  You look good in black.  How do I look?"

	Walking him into my bathroom, I stared at us in the mirror.  "We
look great." I adjusted our ties and smiled at him.  Soon, he could be my
responsibility.  My stomach flipped at the thought of spending so much time
with him.  It didn't matter if it was in bed, or just going around town,
doing errands.  I loved Noah.  I loved his company.

	I made sure the alarm was set before we entered the garage.
Hanging our suit jackets in the back, we got into car.  I put on my
sunglasses and reversed us out of the garage.  As soon as we were on smooth
pavement, Noah reached over and took my hand.

	"Relax.  We're organized, and we've got the odds and the truth on
our side."  I squeezed his hand and brought it to my lips and kissed it.
Smiling at him as we were paused at a red light, he looked at my hands and
feet.

	"Can you teach me how to drive?  I can only drive the forklift for
the store, but I want to be able to drive a car."  Noah's excitement was
palatable.  I could see myself teaching him how to drive.  It was pleasant
to picture a future with him.

	"I can do that.  But only when you're 16 or you're studying for
your learner's permit.  I want to do that legally."

	"If I'm with you, I can wait forever for anything," he said sweetly
that showed he meant it.

	"Let's keep on rolling.  It's a green light now."

	Finally, we got to the courthouse in the big city.  Noah's small
town didn't even have a place for legal proceedings.  We parked, and pulled
on our jackets.  I carried my briefcase and we walked through the ominous
courthouse doors.  Managing to make it through security without incident, I
spied Cyrus at the end of the hall.  He was standing next to my primary
lawyer.  I walked up and embraced Cyrus.

	"Cyrus!  You made it! Good to see you.  Do you have what I asked
for?"

	"Yeah boss! Got it right here, don't you worry," Cyrus patted his
own briefcase.

	"Thanks.  You always come through for me."  I placed my hands on
Noah's shoulders and made the introductions.  "This is Noah.  He's the
reason my relaxing vacation has resulted in a hearing.  Noah, this is
Cyrus.  My personal assistant, gofer, and an occasional miracle worker."

	As they shook hands, Cyrus said with a smile "Aw, boss, stop!
You're going to make me blush."

	Noah straightened up a little and said "Fish!  I didn't know you
were going to be here!"

	Fish, Noah's boss from the store was walking down the hall.  He
embraced Noah.  "Good to see you again.  I'm here to help you.  I was
called by Ashton's lawyer who convinced me to show up to testify on your
behalf."

	"Thanks, Fish.  I appreciate you being here," Noah said gratefully.
"You've done so much for me, and here you are again, helping me out."

	"When I knew about the hearing, there was nothing that could stop
me from showing up and helping you." Noah's response was drowned out by a
man thundering "Traitorous bastard!  This is how you show your
gratefulness?  You betray me?  You traitorous bastard!"

	A big burly man was being led in by two police officers.  I quickly
assumed this was Noah's father.  I noted his hands were cuffed, and I was
glad of that fact.  I quickly stepped in front of Noah.  Fish stood beside
me.  Together, we shielded Noah as his father was led past us into a
holding room for defendants.

	Soon, we were escorted into a courtroom and while Cyrus and Fish
sat in the row behind the plaintiff's table, Noah, my lawyer and I sat at
the table itself.  Noah's father sat with his court appointed counsel at
the defendant's table.  Soon we were called to order.

	As the bailiff announced our case, I studied the judge.  With her
hair in a tight bun, and a stern look on her face, she reminded me of
Captain Kathryn Janeway of the Federation starship Voyager.  Well, the
earlier seasons of the show anyway, before she cut her hair.

	As the one responsible for starting this legal ball rolling, I was
called to the witness stand first.  I was placed under oath to tell the
truth and nothing but.  With every word being recorded, I stated my name,
address and profession for the record.  I recounted the purchase and
remodeling of the cabin.

	"What is it that prompted you to visit the cabin?"

	"Well, the remodeling was finished, and I was done with my usual
country tour of conventions and book signings.  I decided to pack up, and
head for the cabin for some rest and relaxation."

	"And this is where you met the minor in question?" my lawyer asked.

	"Yes.  I realized I didn't have any food in the cabin yet, so I
stopped at the grocery store to stock up.  It was there I met him."

	As the narrative moved forward, I was completely honest about what
had happened, omitting only the parts that would land me in hot water.  As
I was describing the visit to the doctor's office, Noah's medical records
were put forth.

	"So, you willing paid for a physical exam for the boy and his
immunizations even though you had barely met him?"

	"Correct."

	"Also, it's stated here in his records that his slight limp is due
to a broken ankle that was improperly set and thus healed incorrectly?"

	"That's right," I responded.  "There is a written statement from
the doctor stating that a simple surgery would be able to remedy it.  If it
is not corrected, he may experience severe pain and not be able to walk
later in his adult life."

	"And do you know the cause of that broken ankle?" my lawyer
prompted.

	"Yes.  It wa-" I was cut off.

	"Objection!  Hearsay.  Also, calls for speculation.  Mister
Ridgeway has no training in medical knowledge and thus should not answer
the question."  I glanced at the judge.

	"Sustained."

	This wasn't unexpected.  If I couldn't provide the full testimony,
we had others who could.  As my lawyer had no more questions, I was turned
over for cross examination.  When I was finished, I stepped down, and sat
at the table next to Noah.  He leaned in close.

	"Ash, I don't think I can do this.  It's too intimidating."

	"Noah.  You can do this.  I know you can.  Don't focus on anyone in
the courtroom except for me.  You get asked questions, you answer them.
But focus on me. You're talking to me, and only me.  Don't talk about
anything that'll get me in trouble, and everything will end up well.  Plus,
for your strength, I have something for you when you're done."

	Noah nodded and swallowed.  I could tell he was nervous still, but
less so.  As Noah was called to the stand, his eyes met mine.  I could
still see the blue of his eyes, and not once did they leave me as he
answered questions.  The more he looked at me, the more he seemed to relax.

	 When Noah sat down next to me, we discreetly held hands under the
table. His hand trembled, and I squeezed reassuringly.  Fish was up next.
I didn't pay much attention, as I was concentrating on Noah.  The hearing
wore on until finally the judge was ready to recess until she was ready
with her decision.

	Noah, Cyrus and I headed to the cafeteria to get something to eat.
Fish had done his part, and had to return to the store.  My lawyer was
going to nap in the empty courtroom.  He'd had a long drive followed by a
long morning of asking questions.

	Everyone was much more relaxed as we ate, laughing and joking
around.  As we were leaving, the bailiff found us and informed us a
decision had been made.  We filed back into the courtroom, and again were
called to order.

	Judge Captain Janeway as I thought of her addressed us.  "I have
listened to the testimony, and have reviewed the files in evidence.  I find
Mister DuPont's treatment of his son barbaric, savage, inhumane and
unforgiveable.  No child should have to suffer as young Mister DuPont has.
I commend the kindness he has received from his friends.  I find that
Mister Ridgeway has sufficient means to take care of the minor, and
therefore, I award custody of said minor to Mister Ridgeway for the term of
six months.  Between now and then, there will be random, unannounced visits
by Social Services to any and all residential property that Mister Ridgeway
lives at, either temporary or permanent.  We will reconvene in six months
at which point Mister Ridgeway can ask for permanent custody until the
minor's eighteenth birthday.  I also remand Mister DuPont into the custody
of the state police until such time as he can stand trial for child abuse."

	As I listened, I became impressed with the fact that she seemed to
say this all in one breath.  It actually took me a second to register the
fact that for six months, Noah was my responsibility.  He was mine to take
care of.  He was mine to kiss.  He was mine to love.

	Noah launched himself into my arms, hugging me tightly.  I hugged
him right back.  I didn't care about the random unannounced visits we'd
have.  As long as we kept things in order, we'd be ahead of the game.  I
didn't care that we'd have to come back again in six months.  As long as I
had my money, I could afford lawyers to work so I could keep custody of
Noah.  I didn't care if it took every dime I had, or every dime I had to
steal.  I work fight for the rest of my life if necessary to keep Noah
safe.

	Happily, we all filed out.  Sitting Noah on a bench, Cyrus opened
his briefcase and pulled out what I'd asked him to bring.  In anticipation
of the happy event, I'd had Cyrus buy and wrap it so I could present it to
Noah.

	"This is for you.  Now that you're mine, I wanted to give you
something to mark the occasion." I handed it to Noah.  "You've had a hard
life.  A life no kid should ever have to live.  But from here on out,
things are going to be different.  Things will be better.  Starting with
what's in the box."

	Like the kid he was, Noah ripped the wrapping paper off the box,
and soon was staring at the picture on it.  "This is mine?" he whispered.
"You're giving this to me?"  He looked up at me, his blue eyes full of hope
and wonder and a dash of excitement.

	"I would never lie to you.  I would never raise your hopes only to
dash them.  It's yours.  I had Cyrus pick it up and set it up for you.  I
want you to have it."

	Carefully, Noah opened the box.  Inside was a jet black brand new
iPhone.  It was the latest model, with the highest storage capacity for
songs, games, apps or whatever Noah wanted.  Gingerly, he pulled it out.
Reverently, he pushed the power button.  As the screen lit up, so did his
eyes.  The happiness spread to his face.  Carefully setting his new phone
aside, Noah stood up and embraced Cyrus and then myself.

	"There are no words," he whispered.  "This is the best day of my
life.  Thank you."

	"Best day of your life so far," Cyrus said.  "Noah, I've been
working for Ashton since he put out his first book.  He's helped to improve
my life and make it better.  I have no doubt that the same will happen to
yours.  Ashton's number is already programed in.  So is my own cell number.
If you need anything, and Ashton isn't available, call or text me, and I'll
take care of whatever you need."  Cyrus shook Noah's hand, and then
embraced him again.  "It's been a pleasure helping rescue you.  I have to
go now. The boss is technically still on vacation and I'm managing his
affairs while he's gone."

	"The boss?" Noah asked.

	"Ashton.  I call him the boss because he is my boss." Cyrus
straightened up, and shifted his briefcase to his other hand.  "Well, I'll
be seeing you when you get back, boss.  Take care of yourself.  Take care
of the new guy, eh?"

	"Of course, Cy.  Drive safe." Slapping me on my back, Cyrus headed
out.

	"Since I'm going to be living with you, can we stop by my old home?
There's something I want to get."

	"Of course.  Whatever you need, you can get." I embraced him, and
kissed his forehead.  "Today you should have gone to school, but this was
more important."

	Together, we walked back to the car.  Once again, our suit jackets
hung in the back.  Before I started the car, Noah snuggled against me.  It
was a few moments before he spoke.

	"Ash, I don't know what I did to deserve an angel like you to come
into my life and save me, but I'm so thankful you showed up."  He kissed my
cheek.  The warmth spread throughout my whole body.  Soon, my cock was
fully erect and pressing for release.  I took one of Noah's hands and
placed it on my bulge.  He caressed it.  I caressed the bulge that appeared
in his pants.

	"Let's get going," I said, reluctantly starting the car.  "The
sooner we get back to the cabin, the sooner we can get naked and have some
fun."

	Nodding, Noah straightened up, and pulled on his seatbelt.  Handing
my black American Express card at the parking garage exit to pay for
parking, I glanced at Noah.  He looked right back at me.

	"I can't believe we did it.  It's been a whirlwind of a few days,
and I can't believe what's happened."  I squeezed Noah's hand as he said
this.  I got my card back and pulled out of the garage.

	"Yeah, it's definitely been a crazy few days.  I came here to rest
and relax, and instead I wind up getting custody of a twelve year old.
How'd it happen?"

	Noah guided me to his home.  I was glad to have gotten him out of
it when I saw the outside.  With his father behind bars, we walked right
in.  He went right to a heating vent and pulled the grating off the wall.
Like it was some kind of movie, he reached in and pulled out a small metal
box.

	"Inside is the only thing in this place that matters to me," he
said, gently wiping the outside clean.  As carefully as he'd opened the box
that held his new phone, he opened the box.  Inside, carefully wrapped and
protected was a picture and a photo negative.  He showed the picture to me.

	"It's my mother," he said.  "I was only able to save this picture
and the negative in case I ever could make more copies."

	I admired the picture.  It was his mother all right.  I could tell
Noah got his looks from his mother.  He had the same hair and the same
eyes.  I passed the picture back to him.  I had made a decision.

	"We'll get some copies made.  You'll have photos of her at the
cabin and at home.  You won't be without her."

	Taking him by the hand, we headed back outside, turning our backs
on that part of his life.  Soon, we'd arrived back at the cabin.  Changing
clothes, I led him downstairs and once again to the pool table.

	"We need to finish our game.  This time, it's a little different.
We'll be playing strip pool.  You sink a ball, and I'll take a piece of
clothing off.  I sink a ball, you take something off.  Since you hustled me
last time, I'll go first."

	Grabbing some wood, I took aim at the balls.  Sinking one on the
break, Noah removed his shirt.  Concentrating on the table instead of the
shirtless beauty close to me, I sank another ball.  Soon, I had a naked
twelve year old in my arms.  I lifted him up and sat him on the pool table.

	Caressing his back as I kissed him, Noah wrapped his arms around
me.  He reached down and grabbed the hem of my shirt.  Tugging it up and
off, he dropped it on the floor.  His lips brushed my ear as he leaned in.

	"I think I'm the one that's been hustled this time," he said, his
breath hot and full of lust.

	In response, I had him lay down on the green felt, and began
kissing his chest.  I reached down and pushed my shorts off, freeing my
hard and throbbing cock.  I rubbed it against Noah's legs and moved my
mouth further down, and began licking his ball sack.  He moaned in
pleasure.

	"Your tongue feels so good, Ash.  It's turning me on even more!"
Noah's dick jumped and throbbed even more. I wrapped my hand around his
shaft and began to slowly stroke it.  I nuzzled my face in his soft thighs
and kissed the soft flesh before taking a taste of his lovely boy cock.

	I engulfed his cock head in my mouth, and swirled my tongue on it.
I slowly began sucking it, taking a bit more into my mouth each time.
Soon, it was entirely in my mouth.  I enjoyed the feel of his cock in my
mouth and sucked it like it was giving me life.

	Noah was squirming in pleasure on the pool table.  I ran a hand
down his chest, gently scratching his skin with my nails to enhance his
pleasure.  I was rewarded with gasps of pleasure.  Since he hadn't
developed his staying power, soon, Noah was bucking wildly, and thrusting
his cock in my mouth faster and faster as his orgasm rolled over him.  His
dick throbbed in my mouth, attempting to shoot out cum that he hadn't
produced yet.

	I crawled up on the pool table and snuggled him close as he
recovered.  Soon, his youthfulness helped him recover quickly, and his hand
was wrapped around my own still hard and pulsating cock.

	Kissing me as he stroked me, I could think of no other place I
wanted to be.  Running a hand down my side, he took one of my nipples in my
mouth.  Sucking and biting it, he pleasured me as he kept stroking.

	He moved down, and was soon licking my hard flesh as if it were a
lollipop.  His hand tried to wrap all the way around the thick shaft, but I
was too thick for that to happen.  He rubbed the sensitive head against his
smooth cheek, and I gasped in pleasure.

	"Oh, Noah!  Please suck it.  Put it in your mouth."  I couldn't
take it anymore.  I wanted my cock in his hot wet mouth.  I wanted to be
sucked off until I shot my thick and creamy load into his mouth.  I wrapped
my hands in his long blonde locks of hair, and groaned as I was rewarded
with his mouth engulfing my cock.

	He hadn't killed his gag reflex yet, so I knew he wouldn't be able
to take all six inches, but he did his best.  He kept stroking my thick and
throbbing shaft as he focused on pleasuring my cock head.  Noah went at it
with gusto.  Slurping noises emanated from his mouth, and I was beginning
to breath heavy.  God how this dear boy turned me on and so quickly brought
me close to orgasm!

	"Noah," I gasped.  "I'm going to cum.  I..." I trailed off as I
experienced one of the best orgasms of my life.  I shot ropes of hot cum in
Noah's mouth.  He couldn't swallow all of it, and it began spilling out.
Coughing a bit as he swallowed what was in his mouth, he crawled back up
and snuggled close to me.  He laid his head on my chest.  I didn't care
that he still had cum on his face.  I didn't care that I was dozing off on
the pool table.  Noah was mine.  I loved him.  I was going to take the best
care of him I could.  He deserved the best.

	Well, there's Chapter IV.  My deepest and most sincere apologies
for it taking a few weeks to get posted.  My normally strong and robust
immune system decided to take a dive in a fight against a pretty gnarly
viral infection.  Traitorous bastard.  I didn't have the energy to write.
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