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Chapter 2: Homecoming
Monday evening I set him free in my pad in Chester, he had a ball, he turned out to be my equal, if not my superior at air hockey. I carefully unpacked the phoenix sculpture and made space for it in the main display case of my vintage toy collection. My original 1984 Optimus Prime would have to find a new home. The creation by my son was now the centerpiece of my collection. Axel was floating a few inches off the ground, glowing with pride.
That night I spent almost two hours worshiping his body until he came so hard he passed out. Tuesday morning came, we drove the Porsche into town and I took him to the office where I handed in my letter of resignation.
"This is my Nephew, Axel. He's the son of the little sister I never even knew I had! When Child Services told me about him, I couldn't say no... Especially since he just lost his beloved mother." I had no idea where that came from, it just came out. Instead of being pissed, my bosses told me what a great man I was. The big boss even told me he was gonna add 20% to my final bonus, for Axel's college fund! That worked out to an extra 1.5 million! The cheers as we left were so loud nobody heard the fart of disdain I let out on our way to the elevator. They'd smell it by the time we got to the lobby.
Axel and I headed into old town. We parked a few blocks from our destination. The abandon Ironworks. When we got to the stairwell at the center of the crumbling building we were showered in torn up bits of newspaper. Lost Boy Confetti! Think of how much noise a dozen and a half, eight to thirteen year old boys can make, then triple it! By the time we got to the fifth floor I was in pain, Axel was loving it. Caesar put up a hand and the boys went silent. Thank the gods!
"Dylan Martin, do you take Axel Scott to be your son, to have and to hold, to love unconditionally till the day of your death? Even if he refuses to enter your bed ever again?"
"I do!"
"Axel Scott, do you take Dylan Martin to be your father, to listen to, obey and never lie to? From this day forward. No matter what your sexual preference turns out to be?"
"I do!"
"Than by the power vested in me by Eros the god of Love, I now pronounce you Father and Son! May you have many, many wonderful years as lovers! You can make out now." We shared a long passionate kiss, the Lost Boys cheered again. We broke it off after a minute, much longer and neither of us would have been able to resist.
"Thank you Be-- Caesar!"
"You are no longer one of my Lost Boys, I am no longer your Caesar, I'm just Ben to you!"
"Thank you Ben." Axel kissed him.
"Dylan, it sucks I ain't gonna get you any more, you were my favorite. Be good to him, what I said about breaking your neck, it's still true!"
"Don't worry Ben, he'll be the one to break my heart."
"The number you have for me is a burner of course, but I'm gonna keep it for life. Call me when he leaves you. We'll commiserate. You swallowed my very first load of cum, that bonds us for life. Oh, here, this is the info for an online school. It is specially tailored to Lost Boys and Girls, but also has sections on transitioning back into normal life. He'll need an iPad." I took the paper, kissed his cheek and carried my son back down the five flights of stairs. Hand in hand we walked back to the car.
We made a few stops on the way home, I got him an iPad, I sprung for the 12.9" pro, and an Apple Pencil. I'm not a fan of Apple, but with his talent, I figured why not. I got him his very own phone, and an entire wardrobe, including a couple custom tailored suits. He had an incredible sense of style. At the art supply store he wanted a beginners stone carving kit. I told him he was not allowed to use it without supervision. At the toy store he just looked around and said he didn't see anything he wanted that I didn't already have.
We unpacked all his new clothes, I showed him how to use the washer and drier. I set up his iPad and registered for the online school, there was an optional section for contact info of the child's adult caretaker, I filled it out, and installed the companion app on my phone. Axel was very much nonplussed about starting school again, he actually looked terrified. Why? He was a very smart boy, and seemed eager to learn. I told him not to worry about it right now, and started cooking dinner. That took his mind off school. With dinner in the oven, I sent him off to play, I wanted to do some research.
I went to my computer and started to try and figure out where we were going to live. The schools in Chester were mediocre, at best, and my place was a bachelor pad, Axel needed a home. I was on my computer studding school districts, and private schools, I heard a noise from the living room. Sounds I hadn't thought of in years. A late 90's Sitcom theme song. I paid it no mind, I tried to work, but Axel's laughter made it hard to concentrate. I finally went to the living room to see what was so funny, I made it just in time to hear those words. Words I could have gone the rest of my life without hearing again.
"That's What I've Been Sayin!!!" Axel launched into a fit of laughter. Fuck, my catchphrase, words I uttered probably a thousand times in my tween years. He noticed me.
"Dad! That's you, isn't it?!" He called me Dad! I slumped down on the sofa in shock. I couldn't speak. He crawled into my lap, facing me. I hugged him, he nuzzled his face into my neck. Part of me was hoping he'd never find out. But I was also relieved, this would be the perfect way to ease him into my story. How could I expect him to tell me his if I didn't tell him mine. I sat him up and looked into his eager eyes.
"Yes Axel... Son. That was me... The show was called 'The Early Years'. My Dad had tried to warn me against acting, but I wanted to try it. I was a little younger than you, Dad found a pilot for a Sitcom that had no chance of ever seeing the light of day, and had me play the lead. I made the character my own, totally changing him, everyone loved it. They rewrote the entire script, with my input, we shot the episode. When the Studio saw it, they went bananas! For three and a half Seasons we were the number one show in our time slot, in the top ten of the week, every week. I won three Emmy Awards, two for acting, the other for writing! I still hold the record for the youngest person to ever receive and Emmy for writing.
Things were great, I was on top of the world. Between Seasons I was making big Hollywood Blockbuster Movies. We started shooting season four, I turned 13 a couple months in, soon after that, puberty hit... And it hit me hard. In a month I grew two inches, my voice changed, everything changed. I went from being an adorable little boy to a goofy looking awkward teenager. Our ratings crashed, we lost 80% of our audience in a month's time.
The Studio canceled us so fast we didn't know what hit us. The Cast, The Crew, we were Family, then one day it was gone! It broke me, I cried for days, my dad never left my side. I left Hollywood behind, so did he. He retired and we moved to a small town in North Dakota, my teenage years were relatively normal. When the kids at school found out who I use to be, they went crazy, but that only lasted a week or so, I loved it and hated it at the same time, but, I quickly became just another kid. I couldn't have been happier." I had tears streaming down my cheeks. Axel kissed me gently.
"Wow Dad... I'm sorry, I glad it worked out, but... The biggest fear of a Lost Boy is to fall in love with a Man, and then get tossed out when they get too old. It sounds like the whole country kicked you to the curb when you got too old for them. I'm sorry. Grandpa sounds like a great man, you haven't mentioned your mom, was she in the picture?"
"Your grandpa was the greatest. I had a mom, till I was nine, I also had another dad... My dad, my real dad, wasn't my birth dad. Dad bought me... He bought my freedom, I was nine.
I was born in one of the poorest areas of the Country, Appalachia, my parents were meth heads. They started renting me out to creeps when I was very young. If I tried to say no, they beat me, if I didn't do a good job, they beat me, if I came home without enough money, you get the idea.
One day word got out that there was gonna be a movie filmed in town. I had heard about Hollywood types. I hung around the set whenever I could. The rumors turned out to be true! Not only did they pay a lot better than the locals, they were actually nice to me. Some of them even cared about my pleasure, I got to find out the difference between fucking, and making love. Men paid to give me blowjobs! The lead actor actually only ever wanted me to spank him and fuck him.
One day one of the Big Wigs from the Studio showed up. When he saw me, he froze, so did I, we both knew. He asked me to his trailer, we talked, then we made love. He asked me to move to Los Angeles with him, he asked to be my Dad. I told him I'd love to, but my parents might be a problem. He asked if they loved money more than me. I told him they did love money, they didn't love me. He said he could offer them money in exchange for having them sign their parental rights to him.
I took him to my parents, they agreed on $100,000, ten payments of ten grand each. They signed the paperwork Dad's lawyer drew up. He made sure I understood he wasn't buying me, he was buying my freedom. I was free to stop being his lover at any time, but I would always be his son... I was his lover till he died of brain cancer, I was 20... He only ever made the first payment to my parents. They overdosed the day they got the first check. Fuckers deserved it." Axel squeezed me tight. We were both quietly crying. He gave me a soft kiss on the lips.
"I need a break, then... I'll be ready to tell you my story. Can we have some Ice Cream?"
"Sure we can have Ice Cream, but after dinner."
Axel giggled a bit. "Oh... I forgot about dinner. I'm still not use to eating regularly."
I had been a bit surprised that he knew what Chicken Tagine was, he of course told me mine was better, I would have thought he was just trying to flatter me, if my people reading skills weren't so sharp. I also got the feeling that Axel may actually be incapable of lying to me. If that was the case, that would make raising him a whole heck of a lot easier, he'd be a teenager in a few short years...
After dinner we cuddled on the sofa and watched some mindless TV and listened to the rain and thunder, as we waited for dinner to settle before the Ice Cream. He asked me to fondle him, just like I did on Saturday night. We both loved that, it was the ultimate in intimacy, without being overly erotic. During a commercial break he looked up at me, the love and contentment in his eyes almost made me cry. The determination in them told me it was time. We needed Ice Cream before he began telling his story.
I went with his second choice from Friday evening, I again made Sundaes. He shuttered in delight with every bite. He was ready to talk, but I wasn't sure how that talk would turn out. I suggested we get ready for bed, we brushed our teeth. I slipped a pair of Goodnites on him, kissing the tip of his penis before putting the beautiful little thing in it's home for then night, our special little ritual.
I grabbed half a xanax for him, just in case. I went to the bar and mixed up three Manhattans, his favorite, I put the sedative in the third that had half the whiskey, and added an extra cherry, so I could tell them apart. I told him exactly what I was doing, and why, he understood. The rain was really coming down by then. We got back on the sofa, he climbed back on top of me, looked me in the eye, took a deep breath and began.
"I grew up in an what was called an orphanage, but it was a prison. I'm not sure I actually have parents. The rumor was that we were actually bread to have sex with men. We all wore shock collars, if anyone in any class messed up, in any way, we were all punished... sometimes a boy would die during the punishment, they only wanted the strongest of us. If we messed up in the individual training, we were punished even more severely.
When I came of age I was selected for the Elite training. I was moved to a facility hidden under Independence Hall. I was to become a 'Son of Freedom', even then I understood the irony of that title. I was a sex slave, nothing more than a well educated, well mannered hole for a man to shove his dick into.
The program ramped up the punishment vs reward system big time. Do a good job in etiquette class, get a blowjob. Do good in American History, loose five lashes from your daily whipping. Get test questions wrong? For every wrong answer, an injection that made every cell in your body feel like it was on fire, it would last for days, in reality it only lasted about 30 seconds, two or three of those in a row could drive a boy insane.
I was at a point where I was doing so good in the program I was only getting a taser to my balls three times a week, and five lashes from a Cat O' Nine tales a day. I knew what happened to us if we washed out. Members of Congress were our 'training partners', they couldn't keep their mouths shut. We were being trained as gifts for foreign dignitaries. If we failed, our adrenal glands and organs would be harvested, and we would become part of the fast food industry, and not as workers.
One of my training partners one night told me that I had been selected! I was so excited. He wasn't. He sat me down and laid it all on the line. Many boys were given to men who would treat them like their own sons. Some of us were simply used as fucktoys and killed the second they squirted cum. Others were slowly tortured to death, for the enjoyment of their owners.
He told me that the one I was selected for, got a new boy from the program every six months. The man I was going to, was one of the sickest motherfuckers he had ever seen. He told me I was special, I had a destiny. He said he couldn't let the Archbishop have me... He said he was going to pay his penance and kill the man. He said he knew he would die as well. He hid me in a utility cart and snuck me outside. He told me to run, I did, I ran and ran.
I was on the streets, alone. I had enough of an education to know what a nine year old had to do to make a living. I got along ok only getting raped every once in a while, one day I got taken in by a crew of Lost Boys led by a boy known as Caesar. A week later he picked me for a 'Train Job', and there I saw a man, a man I knew I belonged with, I turned on every charm I had, but was never dishonest. The next day, he asked me to be his son. I loved him with all my heart!"
He had been speaking so matter of factly, with no emotion what so ever. Like he was telling me about a movie he once saw. I could see his words catching up to him. When they did, the look he gave me destroyed me.
At that instant there was a flash of lightening and a roar of thunder that shook the entire building. He started crying hysterically. I held him, pouring my love into him, I was able to calm him enough to give him the xanax laced cocktail.
I took him to bed and held my sobbing boy. It took about 20 minutes for the sedative to kick in. I knew he'd be out for at least two hours, but hopefully the rest of the night.
I knew I was in over my head, sure I'd helped a few Lost Boys come to terms with their pasts. But that was much simpler stuff like, 'Mom and Dad kicked me out cause I'm gay.' Or, 'I ran away cause I was sick of my stepdad raping me.' Not that those things were simple, but compared to this... I noticed my phone across the room, the notification light was blinking. I checked it, an email from Axel's online school.
"Mr. Martin, Thank you for taking Axel in. Caesar gave us a detailed report on what he knows of both of you, and told us of the unique difficulties that may be in store. Also know that we did an extensive background check on you, we like what we found, that's why we are reaching out to you. If you ever feel overwhelmed we are here any time of the day or night, simply open the school's companion app, log into the 'Caretaker' section and press the button for live help. All communications via the app are encrypted. Thank you, The Brotherhood of Ganymede." Shit... Great timing. I found the Caretaker section, I'd look into that more later, there was a lot there, I hit the 'Live Help' Button. The 'connecting' icon spun for only a few seconds.
"Hello Mr. Martin, this is sooner than expected. I go by Eleos. I'm sorry, even with the encryption we can not risk our real names. I take it Axel has told the story of his past and it's too much for you? Can you give me the gist?" Eleos? The Greek personification of mercy, clemency, compassion and pity... Perfect, fingers crossed.
"Please call me Dylan, he did, but it was like he was talking about a movie or something, he even told me about when we met, and how we fell in love. It wasn't until a few moments later that he realized he was talking about his own past. That's when he got hysterical. I calmed him enough to give him a quarter milligram of xanax, he's sleeping now." I told Eleos what Axel had told me, and asked for any advice.
"Just be there for Axel. When he escaped he most likely separated his old life from his new and put the memories of the orphanage and the facility on a shelf. You, and only you can help him reconcile his memories. Eros chose you for him. Your life experience has prepared you for this, you may not believe it now, but just trust your gut. Eros will guide you. As for the legal stuff, we're taking care of that, you'll get the paperwork making you his legal guardian via email tomorrow. In two weeks you can start the adoption process, if you would like."
"Oh I WILL be adopting him! Thanks, I think that's exactly what I needed to hear. He's such an amazing kid. I hate seeing him suffer. I've been through similar things, not nearly as bad, but similar. Is there anything you can tell me about the facility he was held in? Anything about the so called 'Son's of Liberty'? Should I be worried?"
"No need to worry, boys escape from time to time, they've never gone after one, unless they talk to the authorities, then they're thrown in a mental institution. We've been trying to take them down for decades, but they're a Government Black Op, with unlimited funding. It is simply called The Institute. We know basically as much as you. There's no rush, but eventually we would like to debrief him, see if he has anything new we can use."
"That's good to know, and I wouldn't be opposed to him being debriefed, when he's ready. Thank you again, I'll let you go."
"You're welcome, you can do this... Dylan... One thing, if you'll indulge an old fan of yours... I cried when I found out 'The Early Years' was canceled, I'm just a little younger than you and I was going through the same things at the time. I looked up to your character 'Charlie', he helped me a lot when I was a kid, and I was looking forward to seeing how he would handle the challenges of puberty. I know you had a lot to do with the writing, and I just wanted to thank you... And... Well... I'm almost ashamed to admit this, but I gotta say it. 'Flight of the Rangers' is to this day, my favorite movie of all time!"
"Heheee! Thank you Eleos, Charlie was me... I had approval over every line I ever said as him, we weren't sure where we were gonna go with the whole puberty thing, but I had ideas... What you just told me, means more to me than you will ever know. Thank you... As for 'Rangers', I haven't seen it since the Premiere. But it was the most fun I ever had in my entire acting career. Hunter and I became best friends... Fuck... I really need to call him."
"Show it to Axel tomorrow, if he's up to it... And it's three hours earlier in L.A. Call your friend... Thanks, and good luck. Call back if you need anything else, I'm on call 10pm - 3am, weekdays, East Coast time... Other shifts may have other insights. It's been an honor and a pleasure, good night." Eleos ended the call. Kinda funny, there's debate over if Eleos was a god or a goddess, I had no clue if who I had been talking to was a chick, or a dude...
Hunter, my childhood Best Friend... Last time we actually saw each other was at my Dad's funeral, 17 years ago. It's been around eight years since we've spoken over the phone. I stared at the call button for several minutes, poured myself at least two more shots of whiskey... I hit 'Call'. Less than one ring later.
"Dude!!! No way! I was just thinking of calling you! Friday night I had the overwhelming urge to watch 'Rangers', have you seen it since the Premiere? It's a great fucken film. You were awesome!"
"Ha! Hey Bro! I haven't but I was just reminded of it. Friday night my new son and I watched your latest masterpiece. He wanted to watch it again Saturday night! Great job Hunt."
"Thank... ...Did you just say 'New Son'?? Dish it!" I caught him up on everything that had happened since we last spoke and went into great detail about Axel. He caught me up on all the latest happenings back in what was once home. Beth, who played my little sister on the show, and her husband, had just started the process of adopting a Lost Boy and unofficially adopted another. And Hunter thought he was on the verge of finding his own boy, after having his heart broken by an ungrateful little shit.
"Fuck, after five years Liam just told you he was faking it the whole time? I'm so sorry... I never thought he could act his way out of a wet paper sack, that evil witch of a mother must have cast a spell on you... I've been told that Eros chose me for Axel, I'm sure he's chosen you for someone just as special."
"Thanks, ya Medusa must have cast a spell. Looking back I can't tell what I ever saw in him... I'm doing an updated Tom Sawyer, still looking for the boy to play Tom, I get the feeling that he will be the boy I'll get to raise. The rest of the cast is set in stone... Oh! I ran into a Lost Boy named Ollie, such a little cutie! He's sure him and his boyfriend are getting taken in very soon. I'm having a script for a modern Oliver Twist written for the kid. Dude, please be in that one, I want.. no need you to play Mr. Brownlow!"
"How many times have you tried to tempt me back in front of the camera? It's not gonna work... Offer me Fagin, I won't be able to say no, I've never been the bad guy, it looks like so much fun!"
"... Really? I'll tell the writers they're gonna have to make some changes, and they're gonna need your input if you're serious. I'll have them redo the scenes, then check with you, holy shit this is gonna be better than I dreamed! Email me a headshot of Axel, if you want, we haven't even started casting, all we have is Oliver and Jack... and now Fagin. I'll put Levi in somewhere, he's such a great kid. He'll take a one liner in one of my movies over the lead in anyone else's."
"That's sweet, ohhh! Have him play Noah Claypole! Axel's not gonna be in the best shape to make decisions for the next few days, but I ain't gonna dismiss the idea, as long as it's not a role that could make him an overnight celebrity... I know how you treat kids, I trust you. Either way I'll see you soon. I'm trying to figure out where I want us to live, so a roadtrip is in order, I don't want him to grow up in SoCal, but that will have to be part of the trip."
"Ok, I understand. Levi as a villain?! That would be fun! I'm inking you in as Fagin... You remember what that means right?"
"I remember. I won't let you down. I will be Fagin in your Oliver Twist! I will make a triumphant return to acting after a 24 year hiatus! Ha!"
"Cool... I love you Bro. Take good care of my new Nephew. Get some sleep, we'll talk soon."
"I love you too Br... Hunter, thanks for being there for me, it means the world. Say hi to Beth for me. I'll talk to you soon." I ended the call.
I leaned back in my chair and sipped my whiskey. I stared at the incredible phoenix sculpture. I went to the cabinet and adjusted the lights, giving it more backlight, the flames almost seemed to come to life. I sat back down and studied the form. Then I looked at the spent shell of a boy laying in my bed... our bed... our nest. Things clicked. An hour ago the old phoenix burst into flames, and died. Axel was now a smoldering pile of ashes. I was to guide him, to give him the strength to rise up again. I put the bottle of whiskey away, shut off the lights, undressed and climbed into bed, I snuggled with my Little Phoenix and quickly passed out.
I awoke before him, slipped out of bed, took care of my morning needs and started a pot of coffee. I returned to the bed and sat, I stroked Axel's hair and just admired the sleeping angel. The perfect little boy who had been through so much pain and abuse, the pure and innocent creature who I had been entrusted to make whole. I felt a sense of purpose and strength growing within me, like nothing I'd ever felt before. Axel began to stir, he opened his eyes and looked into mine, he took my hand.
"I was afraid that I'd wake up and this would all have been a dream... So those memories are really mine? I tried to push them aside. I was almost convinced that my life before Max snuck me out was the life of a different person... This is so confusing... Dad, my soul hurts!" He started crying softly. Softly was a good sign, I scooped him into my arms and held him.
"It's ok to cry, let it out, let it all out." I caressed his back and kissed his head for a few minutes. "If there's anything you want, or need to make things easier, just let me know." I continued to softly stroke him for another few minutes.
"There is something that might help... Can I have some Chocolate Chip Pancakes with lots of butter and maple syrup... and a pile of bacon, and coffee?" He giggled through his tears. This was a really good sign.
"I think I can manage that! Coffee's done. Do you want 'Ok', 'Good', or 'Mind Blowing'? The first will take about 10 minutes, the second will be forty five minutes, the third about an hour and twenty minutes."
"I'm kinda hungry, so I'm thinking 'Ok', but I think I need my mind blown, maybe a cup of coffee and a couple strawberries to tide me over. I'll take a shower while you cook, cause there's something else I need blown." The wink he gave me with his bloodshot, tear stained eyes was one of the cutest things ever. Even cuter than the diaper clad butt that shuffled off to the kitchen. I put on a tee shirt and sweats, again frying bacon nude is a one time mistake.
I poured him a mug and cleaned a handful of strawberries. Then went to work on breakfast. Good food can be quick, great food takes time. I change my mind about frying the bacon, and did one better. By the time he was out of the shower the Maple Chipotle glazed Bacon was in the oven and the Pancake batter was resting. I had twenty minutes of down time.
I picked him up and plopped his butt down on the kitchen table, I had him lie back and went to work. It was fine that he was naked on the table, his ass was clean enough to eat. I did that for a little while. Then swapped my tongue for my finger. I worked his little pistachio while I sucked on his perfect walnut sized sack and his tastis... call 'em testis if you want, but heck they were tasty. My gods, the noises he was making!
It was time to seal the deal. I went for his throbbing little dickie, it didn't take more than a few minutes before his body locked up then went into convulsions. His screams of pleasure did something new to me... Damn was I glad I had put on a pair of sweatpants, otherwise I'd be mopping the entire kitchen! I had read about this happening, but never believed it was possible to cum from bringing a boy to his rapture.
To say he was glad he asked for the 'Mind Blowing' breakfast would be an understatement. He was over telling me my cooking was better than other peoples, he simply told me I outdid myself. I had to admit to myself that the bacon was the best I'd ever made, it could be spicier, but the smoke from the Chipotle... and the pancakes were so light and fluffy they had to be weighed down with butter and syrup, to keep them from floating away. It was now my turn to shower, when I returned Axel was standing in front of the display case, studying his phoenix sculpture.
"In The Institute they encouraged the arts. I was good, but this... I can't believe I made this... When I gave it to you, I thought you had already pulled me from the ashes. I was wrong. That's what you're doing now. Last night, the old me went up in flames. I'm now just ashes, trying to figure out who I truly am. You're my guide. You're the one who will shape me into the Man I'm supposed to be... I could have never imagined this. Back in The Institute I had rescue fantasies galore. None of them could hold a candle to this... I love you Dad." His words were sincere, but his tone was extremely down. I knew there was a lot of work ahead. I put my hand on his shoulder.
"My Little Phoenix, I've had fantasies of rescuing boys, but this leaves those in... well... ashes. Son, I love you with every fiber of my being. The rain we had last night couldn't extinguish the fire within you. We're gonna shape you, but it's gonna be hard work. You're a phoenix you're forged in fire, you are stronger than anyone!" He jumped into my arms and kissed me. I could see every memory of his old life flooding back to him, every memory he had shelved.
"Dad... I know I shouldn't do it too often, but I need sleep... Sleep helps give me time to process this crap. Can I have some more of what you gave me last night?" I figured this would be how the next few days would go. I gave him a half milligram xanax. I had the feeling that his dreams would help sort things out.
That is exactly how the next few days went, he'd sleep soundly sometimes. Other times he had nightmares from which he could not be awakened. When he was awake I'd hold him on my lap and we'd talk. He'd go into more detail on the things that happened to him, then he'd sob for a while. No wonder he was afraid of starting school again.
He would ask more about my childhood, he couldn't get enough stories about my dad. He became pretty handy in the kitchen, but wasn't eating much. Though he was getting plenty of protein, we had a lot of sex. He loved giving and getting blowjobs, and he only needed a minute or two between them, he was also getting pretty good at fucking me. Axel couldn't wait for me to fuck him, but he still needed time to heal.
Saturday afternoon came around, Axel crawled out of bed and joined me at the computer, I slid him onto my lap. I was still looking at where I wanted to raise my boy. I had found two schools that I liked, one in Ingram, Texas. The other in Bozeman, Montana. Both specialized in Performing and Fine Arts. I couldn't make up my mind by pictures and websites, we needed to see the places in person. We needed a roadtrip.
"Dad... It's time I stopped living in the past... It's time I stopped trying to make your memories of your dad my own... It's time we started making our own memories. Can we go on a roadtrip? This has been the best week of my life, but also one of the worst, and I'm ready for a change of scenery." I couldn't help but bust up laughing. He looked hurt that I was laughing at his idea, I hugged him tight.
"No! Kiddo, I'm not laughing at you! I was just thinking that we need to go on a roadtrip! I ain't gonna raise you in Philly, we need to move. I've narrowed it down to Texas, or Montana. We need to visit those towns, see the schools, get a feel for the communities. Plus, we need to go to California, I can't wait for you to meet your Uncle. That movie we watched last weekend... He made that movie."
"My Uncle... That means your brother? Mr. Stefansson? Cool!!"
"Ha! That's Uncle Hunt to you! You're gonna love him. Now, I do wanna do some planning. Is it ok if we don't leave until Monday?"
"Sure... Can I mess around with my stone carving kit?" I held up a finger and texted David, asking if he was free, and up for a visit. Seconds later I got a thumbs up emoji.
"Absolutely, but I've got a better idea, get dressed, nothing fancy, then grab your kit." He gave me a little show taking off his Goodnites ripping one side, then the other, then slowly pulling them forward, before finally revealing his perfect soft inch and a half cocklet, he shook it at me, then ran to the bathroom to clean himself up. Once dressed he got the little tool bag. I carefully grabbed the Phoenix sculpture.
"Where are we going?"
"Downstairs to David's studio, he's a master stone sculptor. I want him to teach you the basics, and once he sees this, I know he will."
We went to the stairwell and went down two flights, I knocked on David's door. He opened it and froze, his eyes were glued to the Phoenix.
"Holy shit. That's incredible! Who?" I motioned toward Axel.
"No way!"
"Yes way, I watched him do it."
"Come in, sorry... May I?" He reached for the sculpture, I handed it off. He very carefully studied it.
"Such detail, these feathers, the flames!" He carefully sat it on his workbench.
"David, may I present my new Son, Axel." They shook hands, warmly.
"Hello Axel! It's wonderful to meet you. Congrats to both of you! Axel, you have an incredible gift. Dylan I assume you want me to start teaching him the basics of stone carving?"
"I was hoping you might."
"I've only ever sculpted with clay, but I've always wanted to work with marble."
"Ok, but we'll start with soapstone, then maybe work up to marble."
"I should mention, we'll be leaving on a roadtrip Monday. I'm not going to raise him here. I haven't decided what I'm going to do with the building, but nothing will change for you, or the others."
"Oh wow, thanks. I couldn't stay here if I had to pay what the place was worth... So I've got the rest of the day today, and tomorrow to teach your Cutie everything I know about sculpting? Ha! You ok leaving him alone with me?"
"Am I ok leaving my sexy, horney little ten year old with you? Absolutely!" Axel gave me a very confused look. I patted his shoulder.
"Don't worry you're safe, he doesn't like little boys, he likes little girls. Be back upstairs by 7:30 for dinner, David would you join us?"
"Am I gonna turn down your cooking? Not a chance! See you at 7:30." I took the phoenix and went back upstairs. I sat at my computer and sent an email to all my tenants telling them about the planned move, and that no matter what I decided to do with the building nothing would change for them.
What was I going to do with the building? I didn't actually want to sell it. I could hire a management company. Could The Brotherhood use it? Could they use the cottage, both places would be perfect safe houses, if they used safe houses.
I grabbed my phone and hit the live help button.
"Hello Dylan, I am Coeus, I hope things are going well."
"They are, Axel is getting better, there's still a long row to hoe, but he hasn't asked for a xanax in two days."
"That's wonderful! So, what can I do for you?"
"Well we're going to be moving to either Texas, or Montana. I have two properties here that I don't exactly want to sell, but will be vacant for the foreseeable future, do you guys ever use safe houses?"
"Yes! All the time, we actually need more, but acquiring real estate is rather tricky for us, one of our fronts is a property management company. You keep ownership we do all the maintenance. I am aware of your tenants, nothing has to change for them, if you don't want, other than they call us instead of you. I am familiar with your properties, the Architectural Digest articles are in your file."
"Cool, what do you charge?"
"Charge? Oh no, you'll be letting us use your properties! That means more to us than money."
"Humm... Nope you will be providing me a valuable service, and I assume you are donor funded? I won't do it unless I'm charged, let's say a million a year?" Silence...
"Can I put you on hold?" Hold music... 'Venus, the Bringer of Peace' from 'The Planets' by Gustav Holst, nice. A couple minutes passed.
"Hello Mr. Mar... Sorry, Dylan... I am Zeus. I understand you'd like to give us use of your two incredible properties, as well as a pledge of a million dollars a year?"
"Yes, is that not enough?"
"Haha! You would be one of our top ten donors. But you know nearly nothing about us."
"From what I've seen, I know everything I need to know. Eros, and one of your boys led me to my son. And when the shit hit the fan, Eleos was there for me."
"I see, you should know this is not tax deductible, we are not exactly a 501(c)(3). Would you like to give it as a lump sum, or monthly payments?"
"Lump sum would be easiest for me. By the way, my tenants are all very cool with my lifestyle, I will tell them that I will be letting friends bring boys here. Axel and I will be leaving on a roadtrip Monday, so you can have access then, my stuff is still here, but I don't mind. The cottage you can have access to immediately. The elevator here is manual but it's pretty self explanatory."
"Oh, thank you, we actually could put your cottage to use tonight. I can't go into detail but we just had a rough extraction in New York, the poor boy is exhausted, and needs to stay out of sight for a week or so... Next week you will get a bill from Thea Property Management, that will be us."
"Sounds good. The cottage is stocked pretty well with nonperishables and there's a great little market just south of the turnoff." I gave him a rundown of the amenities both here and at the cottage. As well as the access code and told him where the spare key to this place was, he thanked me profusely and just as I was about to say good bye...
"Ohh! One thing. Looking at your file, it doesn't say anything about any medical records. You should really get him a Physical Examination, I'll text you the website of a Brotherhood Doctor close to you, click on the copyright symbol at the bottom of the page then use the password 'Ganymede' with the six digit code in the text after, no spaces. Make an appointment for first thing Monday Morning. And don't worry about any kind of a cover story, you can tell him anything and everything."
"Damn, I hadn't thought about that, thanks! I will."
We said goodbye and Zeus ended the call. Seconds later a text came in, I made the appointment for 9:00 am Monday morning. There was something very familiar about Zeus's voice, but I couldn't put my finger on it.
Well that was a load off my mind, and my bank account. I made some adjustments to my stock portfolio and made sure I had enough in my checking account to cover the bill.
I stared into the fridge trying to decide what I wanted to cook for dinner. There were a lot of leftovers, Axel hadn't had much of an appetite, at least not for food. Dinner would be a nice hardy stew. I pulled some reduced beef stock from the freezer and put it into a pot with enough water and red wine, brought it to a simmer, then just chucked in everything from the fridge that would work.
At my computer I entered the places I knew we wanted to go. The round trip from here to Bozeman, L.A., Ingram, and back was over 6,000 miles, 92 hours of drive time if we didn't make any detours. The route to Bozeman took us very close to Killdeer, North Dakota, where I spent my teen years. I knew I wanted to make a stop, see if any of my old Highschool friends were still around. I also knew that there were a lot of places to see along the way, I'd make a list tomorrow. I wanted to play it by ear for the most part, maybe take a month, maybe two. Axel could do his schooling from anywhere.
The real question was what car to take. I went down to the garage to survey my options. I knew Axel loved the Porsche, but there's no real room for luggage. The Ferrari was way to unreliable, it's a lot of fun, but very temperamental, same with the Lancia. My '41 BMW 327 would be brilliant, but if something happened we'd be waiting weeks, if not months for parts. Nope the only car in my stable up for the task was Lilly.
Lilly was the first classic car I bought, actually she was my first car period. She was a 1966 Jaguar E-type Series 1. Dark blue paint, red leather interior, only eight hundred miles on the rebuilt engine. Plus she's got room for lots of junk in her trunk. To top it off, her seats were comfy as hell, a friend from highschool did her interior. He was a master of upholstery, the seatbacks even had a little filigree stitching that was his signature. From what I remember he was also a top rate diesel mechanic. It was still early March, so the lack of AC wouldn't be an issue.
I went back upstairs and tossed a par baked sourdough baguet into the oven and checked the stew. After adding a bit more salt and a few more grinds of pepper I made myself a cocktail and relaxed. The place seamed empty without Axel's presence.
This had been the longest we had been apart since he plopped down in the seat across from me on the train and whipped his dicklet out, eight days ago. Wow, eight days ago seemed like years ago, Axel and I had already been through so much, it hit me that we hadn't been out of the building since Tuesday afternoon.
At 7:30 on the nose Axel and David came up the stairs. Axel marched up to me and handed me a soapstone lion. It was incredible.
"Your Cutie is something special. This project was supposed to take three hours, for a beginner, and be a rudimentary form. Ya know the tourist trap gift shop shit supposedly made by local tribes people, but actually made by Chinese slaves for twenty five grains of rice an hour? He did that in half an hour. Then went on to carve that into what you have in your hands. I can't even get that much detail into soapstone!"
I studied the four inch tall, six inch long stone carving, there was determination in his eyes, the wind was ruffling his mane, his tail was sticking straight up and proud. I thought that if I blew on it hard enough it would break off. David continued...
"We're starting on marble first thing in the morning. I doubt I'll have anything to teach him by lunch... Speaking of food... That smells amazing! What is it!?"
"Axel! This is incredible. It really is. Did you have fun?"
He hugged me tight. "Ya! I had a blast! Thanks for taking me down there."
"You're very welcome... That, my friend is 'Restes de Ragoût' but that is actually not what's for dinner. My Little Phoenix, I just realized we haven't left this place since Tuesday. Tammy's is an amazing Pizza place around the corner, do you want to go there instead?"
"Hehe... Your 'Restes de Ragoût' smells amazing, but like I said this afternoon I'm ready for a change of scenery."
"David, you are welcome to join us." He pointed to the pot on the stove, with both hands.
"Ha! Feel free to eat here. You know where everything is, pack up the leftovers and take them home." I pulled a bottle of wine that I knew would go perfectly and set it on the table.
"Can Chris (the surfboard dude) join me?"
"Sure. Thanks for teaching him, what time do you want him in the morning?"
"9:00 am?"
"Perfect, I'll bring some lunch down at 12:30. Thanks again." Axel thanked David again, I took him by the hand and we rode the elevator down to the garage. I decided to walk the two blocks to Tammy's place, we both needed to stretch our legs. We walked hand in hand, the fresh air was long overdue.
"Hahaaa! Restes de Ragoût means Leftover Stew. What did you put in it? Smelled great."
"Beef stock, red wine some leftovers from meals you didn't eat... It simmered for hours, so it's fine. It actually came out pretty good... You speak French?"
"Yep. I'm fluent in French, Arabic and Russian, my Mandarin and Japanese are passable, and I can get by in Canadian. The teaching methods at The Institute were very effective."
"Shit, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bring that place up. And don't be too hard on yourself, Canadian is hard."
"It's ok, it's part of who I am. That's why I was so afraid to go back to school, but I've spent some time on my iPad texting with Mrs. Mercer, my teacher. She seems pretty cool, she's gonna hook me up with different translators, so I don't forget the languages. I went through a lot of pain to learn them, and I don't want that to be in vain." I just nodded and squeezed his hand, I can't even imagine what it was like. We arrived at Tammy's.
"Axel, I'm a regular here, and Tammy is like a sister to me. The place is usually very crowded so were going to go with the same story I gave at the office, ok?"
"Sure Uncle Dylan, hehe. But I'm not too torn up about my mom's death, she was a drug addict who seemed to get off on beating me. Hehe."
"You sure can be dark when you want to."
"Yep." I couldn't really blame him. I opened the door and we entered. Tammy greeted us.
"Hey Dylan! Who's the Cutie??"
"Tammy, meet my Nephew Axel, He's going to be living with me from now on."
"Well hello Axel. You are just too cute! I didn't know you had a nephew."
"Hehe, neither did he, until child services dropped me off at his door a week ago Friday. Mommy dearest was his half sister. She overdosed on heroin the night before. Good riddance! Uncle Dylan is the Dad I've always dreamed of."
"Sorry to hear that... I guess... Congratulations! ... Dylan Martin! You've had a ten year old boy living with you for over a week and this is the first time you're bringing him here?"
"Well to be fair, we spent the long weekend at my cottage. And I've been having too much fun cooking for him."
"Ok, I forgive you. Grab a table I'll be with ya in a minute." The place was pretty busy, as always. We sat in the back corner.
"This place is cool, I've never been in a real sit down restaurant before." My heart broke.
"What do you like on your pizza?"
"Don't know, never had pizza before... I know what it is, but I've never had it." My heart broke even more. I think it was Wednesday evening when I asked him how he knew what Shawarma and Falafel were. He told me that food was part of the punishment/reward system, but also part of the schooling. He knew about the staples, like pot roast and lasagna, but also knew exotic dishes from around the world. I guess pizza was too mundane for The Institute.
"Well, then you're in for a real treat! I know your tastes well enough, I think you'll like my favorite."
Tammy came back to the table with a basket of breadsticks and a big ol' thing of garlic dipping sauce. "You boys know whacha want?"
"We'll have a large Fire in the Slaughterhouse two side salads with your amazing creamy pesto and I'll have a Fat Tire. Axel, what do you want to drink?"
"I'd love a Fat Tire, but I guess I'll take a Coke."
Tammy gave me a look, I winked.
"Na, I think you want our special carbonated apple juice." She nodded and walked away. I snickered. I brought boys here all the time, she knew the drill.
"Carbonated apple juice? That actually sounds good, but I don't think that's what I'm getting is it?"
"Nope. You're getting a Fat Tire. I'll grab a bottle of Martinelli's some time." Axel grabbed a breadstick, dunked it in the sauce and took a bite, his eyes rolled back in his head.
"Holy fuck! That sauce! It's like a French Beurre Blanc, but a million times better, the garlic flavor is so complex! And that's not white wine, that's beer, an ale, I think..." he went in for a double dip but stopped himself at the last second. "Shit, sorry." I laughed and grinned at him.
"Double dipping is fine, as long as the person you're sharing with happens to have your tongue in their mouth multiple times a day. And thank you. I developed the recipe. I had a thing for Papa John's garlic sauce, but it tastes so artificial! I knew I could do better. It is a Beurre Blanc. But it's butter and beer from a local brewer. The garlic is five separate preparations, each one adding a different level of flavor, and it's got a tiny bit of xanthan gum so it won't break, ever, so it can be delivered. It took me months to get the ballance just right. It's called Beer Blanc."
"Shoot Dad. I knew you were good, but you just took mind blowing to a whole new level." I blushed, Tammy set our salads and drinks on the table.
"I heard that, that's twice he's called you Dad. He ain't one of your usual boys is he? He's really gonna be your son?" There was no anger in her voice, some confusion maybe, but there was much hope.
"Tammy, sit for a sec." She sat next to Axel and took his hand. "He was, sort of, but that only lasted a day. In the eyes of Eros, he is now my son. The law's gonna take a few months to catch up. I am his legal guardian, and I will be putting in the adoption request the second I'm allowed... We're leaving Monday morning for a roadtrip. We may be gone a month or two. We're gonna find the best place to raise him. If you wanna follow..."
I met Tammy in college, I was going for my MBA, she was in for a Batchers in hospitality. We hit it off, the fact that I wasn't into chicks and she wasn't into dudes helped us become very close friends. One night we got way too drunk and I told her my full story, as in all of it. The media had been told that Dad and I were cousins, my mom had just died, and he was my closest relative willing to take me in. She told me I was going to do the same thing for a boy one day. That's why I've always been fine bringing dates to her place. Plus she knew I was very good to my boys.
"Do you know where you're moving to? Or is that what you're roadtrippin to find?"
"Sort of have it narrowed down to Bozeman, Montana or Ingram, Texas. Unless he hates both places." Axel giggled.
"I sure wouldn't mind moving back to the West, ain't nothing holding us here except you, I know Carla wouldn't mind gettin out of the city. I kinda hope you end up in Texas... Axel, I knew your Grandpa. I saw the relationship him and your dad had. He's gonna be to you, what his dad was to him. Axel, you are one lucky little boy."
"Thanks Aunt Tammy. I know we just met, but I know I'm gonna like you."
"And I know I'm gonna like you too sweetie. I'll have Carla bring out your pizza so she can meet her new nephew. Enjoy your apple juice." She went back to the counter.
"I take it you know her more than just being a regular here... Right?" I laughed and explained, he thought it was pretty cool. And I told him it was cool, because other than her, the only other people to know my truth, besides him were Hunt and his Uncle Caleb... Well I called him Uncle as well.
He was the Director of Photography on 'Rangers', and one of my Dad's best friends, he was a fucking blast in bed! Hunt's parents were money grubbing piles of shit. By the time Hunter turned 14 he had blackmailed them into signing over their parental rights to him. He raised him and taught him everything there was to know about Hollywood, and being the grandson of one of the founders of Warner Brothers Pictures, he knew everything.
Axel was giggling his beautiful little bubble butt off when Carla came to the table with our pizza.
"Shit. She said you was cute, but to her every kid alive is cute. Damn Boi! You ain't cute, youz fucken smoken! If I didn't like chicks... Yo Daddy and me be steppen outside to fight for y'all!" Axel turned fifty shades of red, but was still giggling.
"Thanks Aunt Carla. Hehe... I hope you and Aunt Tammy come join us wherever we end up. I can't wait to get to know both of you."
"Well if it's Texas, color me there. Montana... I's gonna have ta think about. Enjoy yo pizza, I gossa get back to the kitchen." She gave Axel a kiss on the top of his head, and went back to the kitchen.
"Dude, your sisters are weird. I like both of them, but they are definitely weird." We tucked in to the pizza. The Fire in the Slaughterhouse was, pepperoni, bacon, Italian sausage, Spanish chorizo, prosciutto and four types of chili peppers. He fucken loved it! He ate half the large pizza by himself. I had a second beer, he nursed his. We packed up the leftovers and said good bye to Tammy and Carla.
"Dad, I ate WAY too much... I can hardly walk." I bent down, had him climb onto my back and gave him a piggy back ride home. I dumped him on the sofa and popped the leftovers in the fridge. I noticed Chris and David did the dishes, all of them from the past two days, thanks! I made us Manhattans. He was naked when I got back to him.
"I'm too stuffed for sex, I just wanted to be naked. Can we watch a movie?" He hadn't asked for a movie all week, he was definitely getting better, at least a little. It was time to show him.
"Sure, we're gonna watch a movie that I haven't seen in over 25 years. 'Flight of the Rangers' starring your Uncle Hunt, and someone else you might know. We met filming it, and it was the most fun I've ever had."
"Cool!" I decided to join him in his nakedness, then started the movie. Axel got between my legs, pulled the blanket over us then pulled my hand to it's rightful place, his goodies. As the movie began I wished I had a time machine, so I could go back and have sex with my eleven year old self. I was fucken cute! Hunt wasn't bad either.
"Damn Dad! You were fucken cute! Uncle Hunt wasn't bad either." I laughed. Part of me wanted to give a running commentary about making it, the other part just wanted to watch, that part won. He really enjoyed the movie, I did to. I didn't let myself reminisce, I just watched. I hadn't realized just how good it really was. Axel fell asleep as the closing credits rolled.
I scooped him up and carried him to bed. I slipped his Goodnites on, just in time, I climbed in and pulled him on top of me, his legs between mine, pulled the covers over us, wrapped my arms around him and drifted to sleep. About three in the morning he woke me up crying. Bad dream, I couldn't wake him, but it didn't last. I woke up around seven, rolled Axel off me, sat up and admired the sleeping boy. I decided blowing him awake would be worth the risk.
I ran to the bathroom and got a warm washcloth, then returned to my Little Phoenix's nest. I tore the sides of his Goodnites and pulled them out from under him. I went to start to clean him, but something stopped me, I leaned in and inhaled deeply through my nose. The scent made my head spin. It was so sweet, so inviting, it was pure Axel. I tossed the washcloth aside and threw caution to the wind. I admired the beauty of the limp inch and a half long perfectly circumcised penis and the wrinkly sack that was currently pulled up tightly to him. I took another long slow breath in through my nose and my cock got rock hard. I took the whole package into my mouth and explored with my tongue. The flavor was out of this world, it was the essence of my son.
It was strange, I've never been into watersports and the thought of drinking his pee still really grossed me out, but somehow, at least in my mind, this was different. As my tongue washed him I savored the flavor, he began to harden. His scrotum relaxed, I spread his legs and started licking his taint, his package still in my mouth.
"Oh fuck Dad... That feels amazing. What a way to wake up." His voice was just above a whisper. I let his grapes slip from my mouth and went to work on his Vienna Sausage, this was not going to be a quickie. I very slowly blew him, for over an hour, and no real edging was involved. I just took my time and savored the feeling of his little tool in my mouth. He sung my praises the whole time and as he had his very hard dry cum, he used quite a number of vulgar words. I came as well.
I started licking the skin all around his dickie. "Dad? Are you washing me?"
He started crying softly. Oh shit. "I knew you loved me with all your heart, but for you to do that for me... I didn't know a love that deep was even possible. I know you don't want me to pee on you or anything, but somehow you cleaning me with your tongue is different. And you did take a risk when you put it in your mouth while I was asleep. Thank you Dad, I love you sooo much, I don't even have the words." Oh thank the gods, I thought he was going to freak out. I finished doing my duty, and laid down next to him, pulling him to my lap. He straddled me, I took his hands.
"Axel I don't have the words to describe how much I love you either, but I guess I just showed you... I had gotten a warm washcloth but once I got your Goodnites off something came over me, and I smelled you, it was intoxicating. Then I took you into my mouth and it was a flavor like no other. It was your essence..." I was interrupted by a tongue forcing it's way into my mouth. We kissed so long our tongues got sore. We finally went to the shower, we washed each other and he gave me a quick blowjob. He wanted to take forever but he was suposed to be at Davids at nine. We dried each other and he got dressed, I didn't.
We went to the kitchen, cereal and toast was all he had time for.
"I'll have my coffee at David's, it's not as good as yours, but it's not bad... After dinner, you are getting a nice slow blowjob. Thanks for waking me up like that... and the other thing. Oh, and your movie? Absolutely amazing! Best movie I've ever seen."
"You're welcome, and thank you. About the other thing... I'm not going to clean you up like that every morning. Even if I wake you with a blowjob, I'll use a washcloth most of the time, I think. I still don't understand why I did it. Not that I regret it."
"That's ok, even if you never do it again you showed me how deep your love for me actually is. I gotta go, I don't wanna be late. I can't wait to get to work with marble! Bye Dad!" He kissed me and ran for the stairs. I made myself some coffee and went to the living room and sat in my favorite easy chair, wow! Cold leather! I moved to the sofa and sipped my coffee. If this nudity thing was really gonna become a thing, I was gonna need a new favorite easy chair. It's funny, I never use to walk around the house naked, even if I had a boy with me.
As I drank my coffee I thought about 'the other thing'. What came over me? I'm not into that. 'Just trust your gut. Eros will guide you.' Eleos's words came back to me. What I did meant so much to Axel, I mean it brought him to tears of happiness. It must have been Eros's guidance. No way in hell I'd do that for another boy. 'I didn't know a love that deep was even possible', Axel said. I guess neither did I.
To be continued...
My other stories;
Jia & the 4th Age (finished)
What's Your Name Anyways? (a very short story)