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Chapter 1: Strangers on a Train
I boarded my 5:15 train from downtown Philly, just like every other Friday evening. I really needed the three day weekend. I was getting pretty sick of the 9 to 5 grind. I didn't need to do it anymore. I made a deal last year, the commission, along with my already very healthy bank accounts, meant I never had to actually work another day in my life. But, I wasn't quite ready to retire at 37 years old, though I was looking for any reason.
I made my way past the group of preteen street hustlers. I gave Caesar, their leader a wink. There was a new boy, a blondie, maybe 10 years old. I hoped it was his turn! They would wait on the train for potential tricks, and took turns approaching different men. I was sort of a legend among them. I rarely turned them down. Almost never on a Friday, they loved my perfectly average cock, they called it a boylover's cock. Then there was the other little fact, I love sucking boy's dickies. If time was ever an issue, I'd take blowing the boy over fucking him any day of the week. Ya, The Lost Boys loved me.
What they didn't know, I wasn't just into tweens, I liked teens, twinks, and even the occasional man. They all knew of men who would fall in love with a boy, take them in, give them a life beyond their wildest dreams, then when they grew some pubes, they'd get tossed out on their ear. That wasn't me. I was actually looking for a boy to raise. Just like my dad raised me. A boy to be a lover and a son, until the day I died, or at least until he outgrew me. If he one day said 'you're too old for me, I want someone my age', it would hurt, but I would support him in every way I could.
I made it to my seat and pulled out my laptop and went to town on the endless backlog of emails. I heard a thud in front of me. It was him, Blondie... He was beyond beautiful. He was also beyond filthy, sure he had just washed his face and hands, he had the grime that comes from living months on the street. He unzipped his tattered jeans and let his majestic little cocklet spring free. This was the custom of the Lost Boys. I could see it in his eyes, he hadn't just rubbed it up before coming to me, no this was genuine arousal. This boy needed to get off.
"Hi... I.. I. I'm Axel, Ar.. Are you looking for a... a good time?"
"Hi Axel, it's nice to meet you! I'm Dylan and I'm always looking for a good time... You'd better put that amazing little thing away before I loose control and get myself arrested. You're new round here, but I can tell you've been on the streets for a while..."
"Ya, over a year Sir, I'm not gonna bullshit you, it's been pretty brutal, but life's better than it was before. And last week I found Caesar's squat... He let me join his crew, they swore they'd find me a Man to love me. I'm gonna be a bit presumptuous Sir, Caesar said you might just be that Man." Caesar was Ben's street name, he was twelve. Two years ago when he showed up at a very chaotic squat in the abandon Ironworks, he turned out to be a natural leader. So the boys living there at the time elected him their ruler, and named him Caesar.
"You weren't the next in line, were you?" In the culture of the Lost Boys, line jumping was something that was not done, unless the leader of the crew insisted, even then it was frowned upon. I'd been with Caesar a few times, he has a way of reading people that was almost magical. I could see that this boy, may in fact be the boy I've been looking for.
"No Sir... sorry... I'll go back to my seat. It was sposed to be Tigger's turn." Tigger? No thank you!... Tigger was an adorable nine year old true Ginger. But he was one of the very few boys I would turn down, even on a Friday. He had... let's just say, digestive issues, and was way to hyper even for me. Thank you Caesar!
"No! Please don't... I know Caesar told you to take his place, Caesar's a great kid, he knows me, and knows what I like, and wouldn't send that little fart monster to me. I am looking for a boy to be mine... Axel, how would you like to spend the long weekend at my getaway in the woods? I pay $1,000 a day. And I'll have you back at your squat Monday night, if I turn out not to be your man..."
"Really!? Three Thousand Dollars!!!?? Shit... sorry that was loud... Yes! I should go tell Caesar not to expect me back till Monday... Fart monster... Hehe!" The other passengers knew what was going on, I got a few dirty looks, but nobody really cared.
"No need, he knows I always keep boys for the whole weekend. We're gonna have so much fun." I didn't just like boys for sex, I genuinely loved their company. My stop was up next. I took my new charge by the hand and escorted him to my bright green classic Porsche. Not my favorite car, but that morning it spoke to me. Axel's powder blue eyes lit up when he saw it. Fuck he was cute when he smiled. I was going to make sure he smiled a lot. I popped the top off and we hopped in, I started her up.
"Ohhhh!!! Wow... A 1966 Porsche 911 Targa! This is my favorite car in the entire world! I can't believe I actually get to ride in one!" I waited till he put his seatbelt on, then floored it screeching the tires, burning a bit of rubber and throwing Axel back in his seat.
"Weeee!!! Fuck this is awesome! ...shit, sorry for cussing Sir."
"Oh Axel, you WILL be sorry! If you keep calling me Sir... Haha. Call me Dylan. And I don't mind an occasional curse word, especially if it's uttered in excitement. Just try to keep them out of normal conversation. In bed you can curse all you want."
"Cool Si... Dylan! I have a feeling this is going to be a great weekend."
We pulled into the garage of my building. Yep my building, a seven story warehouse in the old shipping district of Chester, Pennsylvania right on the Delaware river. I got the place dirt cheap, and converted the top floor to the ultimate bachelor pad, I loved it, the only problem was the view out of the southern windows, New Jersey. I divided the rest of the floors into studios that I lease to artists and craftsmen, for cheap, as long as I liked them, and their work.
One of my favorite tenants was a refugee from The Democratic Peoples' Republic of California. Chris made surfboards for most of the worlds top surfers. One day out of the blue, The State ban the resin he used, putting him out of work. I saw his story on the news and reached out to him. Another favorite was David, he was a master sculptor, his stonework was on par with Michelangelo. He did ok for himself, but it was hard to compete against Chinese slave labor.
Axel noticed my little car collection. Only eight cars, well nine if you count the Subaru Crosstrek. I let him ogle the cars for a bit, then called him over to the freight elevator. Not a hint of protest, good boy! I put in my key and pulled the lever, he thought the manually operated elevator was about the coolest thing he'd ever seen. When I lifted the gate and revealed my home to him, I thought he might explode.
This was no ordinary bachelor pad, this was a Boylover's bachelor pad. I had an Arcade, with air hockey, a movie theater, a motion simulator for racing and flight games, and just about anything a tween boy could dream of. The place was fully open concept, the only walls inside enclosed the bathroom, I did have shoji screens that could close off the sleeping area. I wanted to let him go wild, he really wanted to go wild, but we needed to get on the road. I opened the spare closet and selected an outfit that would look great on him, undies, shoes and socks included. I handed him the clothes and pointed him to the bathroom to wash up and change. His eyes read of disappointment for a very brief moment, then did as I had asked.
"Hey, if you think this place is cool, wait till you see the cottage. Do you like to swim?"
"Do I? Fu... Heck ya!!!" He ran the rest of the way to the bathroom. I grabbed a bag and added a couple pairs of socks, undies, sweatpants and t-shirts for him. I thought for a second and grabbed a few changes of regular clothes, if things don't work out I wanted to return him to his squat with more than he left with. I know I would be paying him three grand, but most Lost Boys hate spending money on clothes. He reemerged from the bathroom a new boy, he had even styled his hair. He was a vision of perfection.
"How did you have clothes that fit me?"
"While I was never a boy scout, I've been with enough to know their motto, Always be Prepared. I have outfits for any boy ranging from 8 to 14. Including things to help with the nighttime issues some boys have..." I looked him dead in the eye and gave a reassuring smile, his eyes told me all I needed to know, I grabbed a stack of Goodnites, and added them to the bag.
"Just so you know, I'm not into watersports. But I do think the only thing cuter than a naked tween boy, is a tween boy in a soggy pair of Goodnites." He blushed and grinned, I took a knee and gave him a hug, which he returned with all his might, the electricity was undeniable. I was pretty damn sure that he was my boy. I packed the cooler and we were off to the garage. I loaded up the Crosstrek.
"Out of all these awesome cars, we're taking that? ... Not that there's anything wrong with a Subie."
"Your butt will thank me on the five miles of dirt road that is the driveway to my cottage."
He caught a severe case of the giggles. "This is sooo totally the setup for some horror flick! A Boy gets picked up by a stranger on a train, the man takes him to his cabin deep in the woods... Heheeehee. It's ok, I know Caesar and I trust him, he trusts you, so I do too. I know he's had some kind of special training, Brothers of Galahad or something like that."
"Woah... I've heard rumors, never put much stock into them... Wow... It's called The Brotherhood of Ganymede. It's said they're an ancient Secret Society who train select homeless kids in leadership, pleasuring men and how to survive on the streets. I guess it's true. But that doesn't effect us right now. You ready to hit the road?"
"Ya! How far is it, I've never been on a roadtrip before! I mean I'm further from Downtown Philly than I've ever been in my life! The Orph... Shi... Shoot, I'm not ready to talk about that yet, if that's ok... I haven't even told Caesar my story..." I appreciated the effort he was putting in to stop cursing.
"It's ok, you don't need to talk about anything you don't want to. I just want you to have the best weekend of your life! Now GET in the FUCKEN car before I TIE YOU UP and throw you in the trunk! Haha!" That caused another fit of giggles. Once in and buckled up I pulled out.
"This isn't much of a roadtrip, it's only about an hour and a half or so to the turnout to the cottage, but we'll do the whole roadtrip thing and stop at a gas station and load up on junk food!" His smile almost tore his face in half. I pulled in to a station just before getting on the interstate, and let him grab all the junk food he could carry.
I had made that drive many times, and I usually hated it. There were no grand views, no interesting sights. The only thing that ever made it interesting was the boy I was with. This would be hands down my favorite trip to the cottage. Without the little bundle of light in my passenger seat the drive and the traffic would have been enough to make me want to drive into oncoming traffic, but at those speeds that just would have ended up with scratched bumpers.
I was born in Breathitt County, Kentucky. The heart of one of the third world countries that exists within the most prosperous nation on the planet. The thing about Appalachia, is it's overwhelming beauty. When I was nine my parents sold me to a Hollywood Studio Executive... the best thing that ever happened to me. The relevance? Southern California is not just one massive City, drive from Hollywood to Ventura and you will see captivating and amazing landscapes. Heck drive from anywhere to anywhere in SoCal and you will see unique vistas... This drive... as with most drives in the eastern seaboard was like driving through one massive metro complex with some indistinct green here and there. Yawn.
Axel made the drive entertaining. Eye Spy, Slug the Bug, his innocent childish ramblings. I knew he had no measurable innocence left, but there was something very special about him. I loved every second of the drive. I really wanted to dig into his early years, but resisted, I knew one wrong move could ruin everything. As we approached the last serviceable grocery store before the turnoff I popped the question.
"What's your favorite Dinner. I'll cook that tomorrow night! I love cooking, especially for boys that I care about." I withheld the L word, though it was happening, I was falling for him hard. I'd been with dozens of boys, I'd never felt that before.
"Lasagna with meat sauce!" Oh hell ya! My adoptive Grandmother was Sicilian, she taught me how to make a damn fine lasagna, I'd have to get up pretty early in the morning though...
"Humm... Ok, I'll try, I think I know a recipe... Ha!" I bought several pounds of heirloom tomatoes, some beef shank, ground pork, three kinds of cheese, fresh herbs and some spices that were fresher than what was in the cupboard. The store only had the no boil noodles... crap... I remembered I had some real noodles at the cottage. I had him pick out a couple pints of Ice Cream, I got that smile again.
Finally we got to the cottage, he looked at me, then back to the cottage... Then back at me in disbelief. I should explain. When I bought the 150 acres, I was planning on fixing up the existing cabin, but after actually staying there once, nope. I hated the place. It just didn't fit the landscape and it had flow issues. I found an architect out of Montana who specialized in Earth Homes. So I now had a three bed, two bath modern version of a Hobbit House, and I loved it! There was a pond in the back, perfect for swimming. There was a deck with a diving board and a couple water slides. I installed a pipe from the hot springs and temperature sensors in the pond and a few up stream so I'd know at a glance if swimming would be an option now, tomorrow, or in a few days.
I let him explore, I knew it was a mistake, but I let it happen. He saw the back deck, and the diving board, he was naked within seconds. The splash was followed immediately by the scream. The sensors told me it would be tomorrow afternoon before the pond warmed to a tolerable temp. I pulled him from the frigid water and wrapped him in a blanket and cuddled. He looked at me sheepishly, he said he knew he messed up. He said he deserved at least ten good hard swats to his bare ass... I told him he'd get 20 licks! And he had to count each one. He instinctively bent over the arm of the couch and spread his legs wide.
I went for the first lick... He clenched his cheeks in preparation for the pain. My tongue started at the base of his balls and went to his tailbone...
"Count! Or else!"
"Ohhh!!! One???" He giggled and relaxed.
I nibbled his taint then my tongue probed his not very clean rosebud, it was loose and pretty battered, and even worse it was torn in a few places. He needed at least two weeks to heal properly. Gentle rimming and fingering would help speed things along, and I had some ointments in the medicine cabinet. I kissed his butt cheek.
"Ahh! Two! That feels so good. Nobody's ever done that to me."
"I'd love to continue, but you, my beautiful boy, are fucken filthy. You need a shower, then a bath." I ushered him to the master bathroom and showed him the controls for the shower and the jetted bath. I started the tub filling, it would shut it self off once full. I handed him a brand new natural loofah, and told him to scrub himself from head to toe, three times, and wash his hair, three times. Then soak in the bath, I'd come and check on him in a bit.
"You're really not gonna spank me?"
"Nope, I don't believe in spanking. Besides, nearly having your balls frozen off is enough of a punishment." He gave me a bewildered look, I just smiled and closed the door.
I went to the kitchen and unpacked the cooler, fired up the Sous Vide and tossed tonight's dinner in to reheat. I decided to give Caesar a call, to thank him.
"Hey Dylan, how's Axel working out?"
"Amazing, I've never felt this way about a boy before! I damn sure he's the one. Caes... Ben, I owe you a Finder's Fee."
"Nope. You don't owe me nuffin! Just make sure Axel lives up to his potential. I think he's gonna gravitate to the fine arts... I've had some very special training, I can see these things."
"Fine arts? Nice! I think I'm gonna announce my retirement Tuesday morning! So I can devote all my time to raising Axel."
"So, you're sure then? He is your boy? I should warn you, there's some really dark shit in his past. I can't tell exactly what it is though."
"I've never been more sure about anything in my life. I've got some pretty dark shit in my past too, maybe I can help him through it."
"Good, the second I saw him, I knew you were the man Eros chose for him... Look, you might find this hard to believe, but Eros, the Greek god of love is real. Think of him as a Guardian Angel that watches over Lost Boys and Girls. You told me the real story about meeting your Dad? That was Eros' doing... Now, break Axel's heart and I'll break your neck, trust me, I can. Give him some time to come to the same conclusion, don't pop the question till at least tomorrow morning. I gotta go, one of the creeps is poking around the squat. Have a great weekend!" He ended the call. I went back to the bathroom.
He was relaxing in the tub with a washcloth over his face. He heard me and sat up. "Thank you! I don't remember the last time I had a good hot shower, the water was actually black during my first scrubbing, and I don't know if I've ever had a real bath, this feels sooo good." I decided to join him, bathing with a boy is one of the greatest pleasures in life, outside of bedding a boy.
"It's about to feel even better." I undressed, when he saw my soft circumcised cock he grinned. That was a good sign. I had him scoot forward and got in behind him. He layed back into my chest, I wrapped my arms around him, he melted into me. I gently rubbed his chest and belly, this kid was ripped.
"That feels amazing..." I had him lean forward and worked his neck and shoulders for a bit. He started purring. His shoulders were tight, I'd work them more once were in bed. It was time to make sure he was clean, the Pot Roast would be hot by then. I had him stand up. I checked that his back and butt were clean. He informed me that he did finger himself, with soap. Good boy, I rimmed him for a couple minutes. I had him turn around and show me his feet. Again, good boy, I sucked each toe. I inspected his gorgeous little dickie, nice and clean. I couldn't stand it any more. I took the rock hard three inches into my mouth and swirled my tongue around the cute little head.
"Oh fuck Dylan! Oh wow! A couple boys at the squat have blown me. Caesar's real good at it, but wow!" I was well known for my skill, Caesar actually told me I was the best he'd ever had, and now knowing about his training, I blushed at the memory. Axel was the perfect size for me to take the entire package into my mouth, so I sucked his little nuts in. He went week in the knees and let out a very loud gasp, I let his hardness slip from my mouth and just focused on his sweet hairless sack for a bit. He started trembling, I had to grab him by the hips to keep him from falling.
"Oh fuck! Oh Wow! Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh! That almost feels... too good... I don't know how much more I can take! Ahhhh!" He was one of those boys, goodie! All the boys I'd been with liked having there balls sucked, but every once in a while I'd find one who was driven absolutely wild by it. I loved those boys and my Axel was one of them! I sucked a little longer before moving on to the main event. I figured he had been hard since Caesar picked him to get on the train, so I didn't waste any more time. I bobbed and twisted varying the suction, tongue pressure and lip tension. I didn't do my best, I didn't want him passing out, I'd do that later. For now I was content to simply bring him to the best damn orgasm of his life. And less than three minutes later...
"Ahhh Fuck!!! Ahhh, Ohhhh gods!!! Muurghhhh!" I held him tight to keep him from falling, I did NOT want a trip to the ER. Once his convulsing calmed and he found his footing. I helped him back down into the water and snuggled with him while he caught his breath.
"Holy shit Dylan. That was fucking beyond amazing! I never thought it could be THAT good! Shit!.. Um... You said I can cuss all I want when were in bed... Can I assume that the 'bed' was figurative?" His eloquence and vocabulary made me fall even harder.
"Haha! Yes Sweetheart, if were doing any sort of sex thing, we're 'in bed'. And that, my Little Lust Monkey, was what is called a quickie. I can actually do much better, when I'm not worried about you falling and hitting that beautiful head of yours."
"Ha! Lust Monkey! I love that! Most dudes just call me pet names like 'Cockslut' or 'Bitch' or even worse 'Whore'... I hate those names.... I like when you call me Sweetheart, and even better, Lust Monkey..."
"Axel, I will never call you any of those nasty names, they call you those denigrating names because they hate themselves. I have more pet names that I may call you, but every one is out of adoration... Come on, let's get dried off, dinner's almost ready!"
He once again looked at me in utter bewilderment. "But I have to get you off now. That's how it works!"
I took his shoulders and looked him deeply in his eyes... those amazing baby blues. "Not with me. Axel, I love boys. To me, your pleasure is more important than mine. The fact that I just gave you the best orgasm of your life, ties me over... Till I can give you an even better one! I'll get off tonight, at some point. But me getting off, isn't the point."
I hopped out of the tub and plucked him out, we dried each other. I did his hair... I had thought he was a dirty blonde... he was, but now that he was clean, he turned out to be platinum blonde.
Naked, in the kitchen I toasted some of my famous sourdough bread and cut open the carefully prepared bag of Pot Roast and Potatoes. Axel had eaten pot roast before but had many questions, he said this was so much better than anything he had ever had, he went so far as to say it was the best meal of his life. I blushed and explained the concept of Sous Vide cooking, he seemed to get it. He begged me to teach him the way of the Sous Vide. My love for him grew.
I let him pick the before bedtime movie, he chose the latest Levi Carter film. Normally when I watched one of Levi's movies I couldn't take my eyes off the screen. He was one of the most beautiful boys to have ever lived, but the naked boy in my lap, was even more beautiful. He kissed me, tongue and all. That shocked me, most Lost Boys don't like kissing. But Axel wasn't a Lost Boy anymore, I think he knew, or he at least hoped. He broke the kiss and looked me in the eyes. I could see the joy in his eyes, I could also see love, but most importantly I could see contentment. For a ten year old that's been on the streets for over a year, contentment was huge.
He gave me a wicked grin and climbed off me, he got on his knees between my legs. "You're getting off now, no arguments!" I didn't even try to put up a fight, he wanted this. I just scooted forward and spread my legs, giving him better access. He swallowed my sack, I was instantly transported to heaven. He really knew what he was doing. He boiled my eggs for more than a few minutes then pulled off he looked me in the eyes again and licked his lips.
"What I'm about to say, I'm gonna actually mean for the first time in my life... I can't wait to swallow your load." With that he took the entirety of my six and a quarter inches in to his mouth. He started humming with my head in his throat! Holy fuck that felt great! Then he started slowly rising his head, twisting his neck on the way up, then slamming back down and humming again. He repeated this over and over, pausing to work the tip for a while, every minute or two. Watching Levi on the screen, I didn't picture Levi blowing me, as was the norm, no, I was seeing Axel in the movie. There was no way I was gonna last. Ten minutes later I sounded the warning.
"Oh Fuck Axel! I'm gonna cum!!!" He wrapped his lips tightly around the mushroom cap of my dick and worked the shaft with his hands. I came, harder than I had in years. He drank it down like a milkshake.
"Fucken delicious! I knew it! That was the best cum I've ever tasted! And that, my Big Horny Ape, was what is called a quickie. I can actually do much better!" He burst into laughter at his own wit, I did too. I scooped him up and kissed him, while tickling him. Tasting my own cum in his mouth was an odd sensation, but one I've wanted for a long time. A boy willing to kiss after blowing me? Ya, Axel was my boy. I broke the kiss and asked the most serious question that could possibly be asked at the time.
"Axel... I was wondering... Would you like some Ice Cream?"
"Hummm... I need to think about that for a bit... Yes!!!" He kissed me again then pulled me off the couch. I paused the movie, not that either of us had been paying much attention. We went to the kitchen and I made two helpings of his first choice 'Salted Caramel Cacao Nib' Ice Cream, a drizzle of my scratch made caramel sauce, whipped cream, toasted nuts and a cherry on top. We devoured our Sundaes while we got back into the movie.
This was not your average modern kids action flick, nope! The director, Hunter Stefansson, was one of the most anti establishment director / producers of the day. He believed boys could be heroes. Not just bumbling idiots serving a 'Girl Boss' that could do no wrong. Hollywood hated him, but his box office numbers always proved his haters wrong, unlike most of Hollywood at that time, he made movies people actually wanted to see. I made a note to give Hunter a call, we had been childhood best friends, but we had grown apart, and watching that movie made me realize how much I missed him.
Axel laid across my lap, I rubbed his back. His gorgeous little bubble butt was calling to me. I sucked my index finger, and got it nice and wet. If nobody had ever rimmed him, I was damn sure he'd never had a prostate massage. Slowly and gently I began probing the abused aperture. He spread his legs and I could have sworn his sphincter sucked my finger in. Axel let out a sharp gasp of pleasure.
"Are you gonna fuck me now?" There was genuine excitement in his voice.
"No, Lust Monkey... You need a couple weeks to heal. This is called a prostate massage. It may take the rest of the movie, but you're gonna cum so hard, you may pass out."
"Ohhh! Ok... If I do pass out don't forget about the Goodnites, once I'm out no guarantees." I reassured him and we really started getting into the movie. I didn't finger him with any kind of in and out motion, I just made circles around his little pistachio with my finger tip. I worked his neck and shoulders with my other hand. Every once in a while he would shudder in utter rapture, and let out a sigh of pleasure. 20 minutes later the sighs became a constant whimpering, his entire body was vibrating. After another 20 minutes he was panting 'Anhhh, Anhhh, Anhhh,' he was trembling. As the final chase scene of the movie came to a climax, so did Axel.
"Ahh! Ahh! Fufff!! Fufff! Ahhhhhh! Fuck!!!!" He went into convulsions, and has anus clamped down so hard it nearly cut off my finger! His body went limp, he was a goner. I scooped him up and carried him to bed, I started slipping the Goodnites on him, he came to.
"Crap Dylan! I didn't know it was possible to feel that good! Fuck! I'm gonna need to watch the movie again, cause I have no idea how it ended. When the final chase started, everything for me faded to white. All I could see was the pleasure you were giving me. Thank you."
"Hehe, now imagine that coupled with a blowjob..."
"Dude, you're gonna make me pass out again... I wanna blow you again before we go to sleep. Can I give you a prostrate massage while I do it?"
"Prostate, not prostrate, and yes, please." I finished pulling up his Goodnites, kissing the tip of his boyhood before putting it away for the night. Not many boys were as unashamed of bedwetting as Axel, I got the feeling that it was only because it was me.
Twenty minutes later I came so hard I passed out, I seriously couldn't remember the last time that happened, though I knew it was with my real dad, the Hollywood dude that bought me from my parents, damn I missed him, he wasn't just my father, or my lover, he was the best friend I've ever had. I hoped I could be the same for Axel. I woke up around two in the morning, finding myself alone in the bed. I got up to find him, and I did, he was sitting on the bed in one of the spare bedrooms, crying and talking to himself...
"Please let it be him. Please ask him to take me in. I love him... I can't take life on the streets any more. I need someone to love me... Please let it be him." He repeated the prayer a couple more times. I wanted to say something, but Caesar's words echoed in my mind. 'Let it soak in... wait until morning'. I went back to bed, not too much later he came back. He spooned against me, I feigned sleep but wrapped my arm around him. He grabbed my hand with both of his and kissed it deeply, then took my hand to his chest and squeezed it tight. The two of us became one as we drifted to sleep together, and though I can't remember, I'm pretty sure we shared a dream, something about a bed, with sheets made of gold, in a garden.
I awoke with a start. An orgasm! A really, really good one at that. What a way to wake up!!! Axel was smiling up at me saying 'Good Morning' with my cum on his lips. I pulled him up onto my chest and into a deep kiss.
"Axel... on the train you said you were looking for a man and I said I was looking for a boy... My Little Lust Monkey, would you be my boy? Will you be my son, and my lover, for as long as you need me?"
"...Oh My Horny Ape. Yes! Yes, please be my father!!! As long as I need you? You mean I'm not gonna get too old for you?"
"Nope, while I could never fall in love with a man, I've always know that if I were to fall for a boy, I could love him for the rest of my life. On the other hand I also understand that I may get too old for you, heck, you might even one day decide you like girls! So--"
"Never! Girls are nasty! Not that I have anything against them, it's there junk. Stinkyfish! Gross!"
"Ha! Good boy, ok, so girls are out of the question. But some day you may fall in love with someone your own age, maybe when you grow up you decide you'll don't want to be with a wrinkly old man, and want to find a boy of your very own. Just know this, you may decide not to be my lover some day. You will always be my son, I will always love you in that way. My dad was my lover, and my best friend. I want to be that for you."
He got very serious all of a sudden, and sat up straddling my chest and took my hands. The sight of my boy sitting on me in a very soggy pair of Goodnites melted my heart. "I don't want to hurt you, but I can see myself wanting a boy someday..."
"It will hurt, when you leave me, but this is the way of things. Just make my Grandson the same deal. I've known boys who were thrown out when they got too old for their man, it breaks them. If you decide there is an age where you will loose attraction, make sure he knows ahead of time, then never stop loving him."
"I promise... But I think I'm gonna be like you. I'll find a boy and be to him what your dad was to you, and what you'll be to me." He leaned down and kissed me again. The kiss was interrupted by two loud growls reminding us that it was time for breakfast, and my bladder really needed relief. I peed and grabbed a tee-shirt pair of sweatpants, there was no way I was frying bacon nude. I made pancakes, bacon and cut up some fresh fruit, I asked him how he liked his eggs.
"I don't care, as long as they're not on my plate. Hehe, I hate eggs, they taste like ass!" I laughed and agreed, but reminded him that his ass was delicious... well, when clean. I made coffee, he asked for a cup, I was a little shocked, even more so when he said he liked it black. After we ate I started to clean up, he insisted on helping. I washed he dried, he was such a good kid. I was dying to know his story, but it was still too soon.
I started on the lasagna sauce, he wanted to help. He had no clue what he was doing, but was very eager to learn, and a quick study. With the sauce started I could pretty much forget about it for the rest of the day. I started the shower, he needed to use the bathroom, I gave him his privacy. A couple minutes later he called for me.
"It really hurts when I wipe, and it's bleeding again." I showed him the trick of using a little anti itch cream on the paper, he appreciated the tip and finished up. I got out a tube of tooth ache ointment and told him to wipe a little of that on before he went next time.
We hopped in the shower and washed each other. I blew him, it was a little soon for me to get it up again, the BJ he woke me up with was that good. He asked if he could rim me, wow! I of course said yes, Caesar was the only other boy who had ever rimmed me. Most boys loving getting rimmed, but aren't willing to return the favor, understandable considering the hygiene habits of the average dude who picks up Lost Boys. It didn't take long for Axel to become an expert, it also didn't take long for his tongue to get sore. We dried each other. We didn't bother getting dressed, we were five miles from the nearest road, and my closest neighbor was over a mile away.
He asked when we could go swimming, I showed him the readout, it wouldn't be warm enough till the afternoon. He was quite impressed with the system. We played some video games, he wasn't that into them, a good sign in my mind. While I absolutely loved the occasional multi week binge into a great story driven Sci-Fi game, I didn't want him to be obsessed. We played some boardgames, that he did love, so did I, it was the definition of 'Quality Time'. I needed to check on the sauce, so I showed him the art supply cabinet. His baby blues lit up so bright they almost blinded me. He grabbed a large sketchpad and a box of pastels, then planted himself on the floor in the middle of the living room and got to work sketching.
I stirred the sauce, and gave it a taste, I ground another pinch of fennel seeds and a some more black pepper. I shouted to Axel. "Are you a spicy boy, or a mild boy?"
"Spicy!! I love me some heat!" He shouted back. I added a generous pinch of red pepper flakes. I noticed the time, lunch. I grabbed a couple homemade hoagie rolls and the stacks of lunch meats, cheeses and the other sandwich stuff I'd packed, as well as some pickle spears. I laid everything out and called my Boy for lunch.
I asked in my worst South Philly accent, "Whacha want on ya hoagie?" He giggled then just stared at the spread.
"I'm not sure... I went to a Jersey Mikes once, and they didn't have this much variety... Um... I like savory and spicy... I can't stand raw onions. I love pickles, and olives. I trust you."
I was afraid my melting heart might make the bread soggy. He had the same likes and dislikes as me! I quickly threw something together that I knew would make him weak in the knees and pointed out where the little bags of potato chips were stored, as I added a couple pickle spears to his plate. Of course he picked the kettle cooked Jalapeño chips. Fuck, he wasn't just 'my boy' he was a boy after my own heart. I made myself the same sandwich, only changing the cheese, I figured he'd fall in love with the ghost pepper jack, and didn't want to run out.
The look on his face as he devoured that hoagie almost made me cream myself.
"This is soooo good!! These pickles are mind bending!" He called my pickles mind bending... The pickles were based on my Nona's recipe, but I've improved on it, even she admitted they were better. He couldn't believe it when I told him I made them, and the bread, I wasn't into cheese making, yet. He begged me to teach him, I assured him that I'd teach him everything I know about cooking.
After lunch he went back to his sketching. I took a look, I had to pick my jaw up off the floor. He was still sketching the basics, he hadn't started with any color, but I could tell it was Independence Hall. Damn he was good!
I pulled out my laptop and wrote my letter of resignation effective immediately. Management would be pissed that I wasn't giving the customary two weeks notice, fuck em! They had no loyalty to us, the fifty people they laid off last month didn't get two weeks notice, why should I show any loyalty to my bosses? I worked at a hedge fund, by the way, and I was the top earner in the company. I had a very keen intuition on where to invest, and when to pull out. I also dumped my stock in the company. Bye assholes, hello four million!
I finished up and suggested a swim, I didn't actually see him get up and go out the sliding glass door to the deck, it's just one moment he was sketching and the next he was standing on the diving board begging me to hurry up. I glanced at the artwork, he had started in on the colors, it was beautiful, but also disturbing. Something bad had happened to him at Independence Hall, and not just once. I put it aside, I knew I'd know, when the time was right. I joined him on the diving board, and started bouncing.
"One... Two... Three!!!" I grabbed him and jumped into the cool refreshing water. We spent the next hour or so swimming, horseplaying, diving and going down the slides. He was a great swimmer! When he grew tired we relaxed on one of the lounges on the deck, we cuddled for a few minutes before he kissed me. That turned into a full blown makeout session, we started jerking each other as our tongues made wild passionate love. We didn't break the kiss until well after both of us came. I threw him back into the pond and jumped in after him, he giggled his head off as we washed my cum off our bodies. It was time to prepare the lasagna.
I explained the entire assembly procedure to him as the noodles cooked. He listened intently. His job was the cheese, he took the job very seriously and was a bit conservative, I kept telling him 'a little more', I'd done this with boys before, and it was usually 'No! That's way too much'. There are few times in life where the words 'too much cheese' are not an oxymoron, lasagna is one of those rare cases, Axel understood that. I could already see that he had the potential of being a world class Chef, if that's what he wanted, but I wasn't going to push him in one way on another, at least not yet. His pastel rendering of Independence Hall, while creepy, could easily hang in a gallery. I tossed the pan into the oven and set the timer for 45 minutes.
We retired to the living room, I flipped on the Saturday Evening News. The Serial Killer known as The Hound of Hell had struck again, this time outside of Austin, TX. Good for him, assholes deserved it. Unlike most Serial Killers, this one was a hero. He only 'victimized' the scum of the earth, people that liked to hurt children. He always used the slowest methods of torturing the shits to death, it always took days. There's some evidence of it taking place over thousands of years, though that was always dismissed as impossible. Some online think he's actually the Greek god of the Underworld, Hades. Who knows, at least there were two less sick fucks in the world.
"I've heard of The Hound of Hell before! A couple weeks ago he killed the head of the Gomez Cartel in Mexico, cause he was trafficking kids!"
I hadn't heard that, but I did know my favorite Tequila was off the market, something to do with the same Cartel. The oven timer went off, it was time to let the lasagna set and make some Garlic Bread.
I served the lasagna, cutting my boy an oversized portion and a good helping of salad along side a glass of Chianti wine. It was time to see how my love reacted to alcohol. I set a shot of Grappa next to his plate, I sat and raised my shot.
"Cin cin!" I exclaimed as I downed the shot. He repeated the toast and did the same, without batting an eye. Through the meal he sipped the wine, and commented on how good it was. He also raved about my lasagna, best he'd ever had he said, with each bite. I knew he was being genuine. He cleaned his plate, including the salad. I had though about making Cannoli, but was glad I didn't, when we finished we were both ready to burst.
He wanted to watch the same movie as last night, he was dying to know how it ended. We sipped Grappa and I gently fondled him, just enough to make him feel good, never enough to actually get him hard. He thoroughly enjoyed the movie, I thoroughly enjoyed the toy I got to play with. We brushed our teeth, he asked me to put his Goodnites on him again, I did, kissing the tip of his boyhood again before pulling them up the rest of the way. We went to bed and simply drifted off to sleep, cuddling each other. I was happy he didn't insist on sex before bed. Don't get me wrong, I love sex! But this was the boy I was entrusted to raise. Our relationship couldn't be just about sex. The relationship had to be primarily about love.
Sunday we spent the day playing games, swimming and having sex... He begged me to fuck him, it was very hard for me to say no, he needed to heal. My tongue explored every inch of his body. We had hoagies for lunch again. He went back to the art cabinet and pulled out the Polymer Clay and sculpting tools. I watched in awe as he worked, over the course of four hours he sculpted a 14 inch tall statue of a phoenix rising from a pile of ashes, in full vibrant color. It looked so real, the flames looked like they'd burn you if you got too close. He admired his work for a moment then raised his fist. I was able to catch his arm just before he smashed it.
"Why would you do that? It's beautiful, it's amazing! I want to keep it forever!"
"What? It's just modeling clay, it's just gonna start drooping and falling apart in a few hours."
"Oh! Ha! This isn't that kind of clay. It's Polymer Clay, you can bake it and turn it into hard plastic."
"Well shit... Thanks for stopping me then! Can you show me how?" He carried it into the kitchen I turned on the oven and got a baking sheet out. I let him put it in, it barely fit. It was getting close to dinner time, I pulled the steaks from the fridge and gave them a final seasoning, then went to the deck and fired up the grill. Steaks and Potatoes, with beer of course. I was impressed with Axel's attitude toward alcohol, he enjoyed it, but didn't over do it. After dinner we pulled the sculpture from the oven, once it was cool he asked for a Sharpie. I dug through the junk drawer and found a silver one. He signed and dated the bottom, then handed it to me.
"I want you to have it. It's me. I'm the Phoenix, you pulled me from the ashes." The lump in my throat prevented me from saying anything, I just picked him up and hugged him, crying tears of joy.
That night we spent hours rimming and blowing each other, sex was part of the relationship, just not the main part. I asked him to fuck me, he almost passed out at the very question, he did a great job for his first time. I did need to assist myself to get off at the same time he did, but with practice, I knew he'd be getting me off by fucking alone. After our Goodnites ritual we drifted to sleep, with my love on top of me.
To be continued...
My other stories;
Jia & the 4th Age (finished)
What's Your Name Anyways? (a very short story)