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Chapter 5: The Cat's Out of the Bag
Back in the suite Axel simply asked to get ready for bed. I sensed a breakdown coming. He hadn't had one in days, what triggered it? We brushed our teeth and I did our Goodnites ritual, but this time he got hard when I kissed his perfect little dickie.
"I guess Little Axel's not quite ready for bed." He quipped.
"Well damn. I guess I'm gonna have to play with him until he gets tired. Ugh! A dad's work is never done." I pouted, Axel laughed. I pulled his Goodnites back off, laid him on the bed and decided on doing something different. I grabbed the lube and sat on the bed, had him get between my legs, lubed up both hands and proceeded to give him his very first handjob. When I rubbed his little pecker between my palms it drove him absolutely bonkers, but I didn't do that too often. Most of the time he fucked my fist while I massaged his little sack, or pinched his nipples. I thought about introducing him to true edging, but could still sense his impending breakdown. After ten minutes his dry orgasm overtook him and he let out quite a cacophony of curse words.
"Fuck Dad! That was intense! Not the best Big O I've ever had, but that was really good! Thanks... I love you... Can we put on some music and cuddle on the sofa downstairs?"
"I love you too Little Phoenix." I cleaned up the lube and redid the ritual, scooped him up and carried him to the sofa and asked what music he wanted, he chose Swan Lake. After starting the music I joined him. If he got any closer he would have been inside me. He started crying softly.
"When Uncle Hunt called me Axe, it triggered more memories. The Punishment Master was the only one to ever call me that." He went into detail about various punishments he'd received, we're not just talking about the taser to the balls or the cat o' nine tales. The Punishment Master was a sick sadistic fuck. The only rule that bound him was that he could not leave a scar. I'm not going to describe what that twisted fuck did, if you can imagine it, it probably happened, there was a lot of electricity involved. He was still crying softly when he finished, but I knew it wasn't over. I knew what was coming next. I kissed the top of his head.
"I'm so sorry Love... Anything I can do to help? I brought some xanax."
"Just hold me. I think I need to cry this out." For the next two and a half hours he sobbed and wailed, the most gut wrenching cries from the very depths of his soul. I was sobbing as well, I held him tight. He was the only thing that existed to me as I kept my focus on loving him. Finally as the finale of the Tchaikovsky ballet began he started to quiet, as the music ended he fell asleep.
I carried him upstairs and tucked him into bed. He looked so peaceful, I kissed his forehead. "Good night Little Phoenix, dream of the happy times ahead."
"Mmmm." A slight smile came across his thin pink lips. I headed back down and had a couple shots of whiskey before making myself a proper cocktail. I grabbed my laptop, editing keypad and the memory card from the camera. Sitting in one of the easy chairs I put my feet up on the ottoman and got comfy. I fired up Adobe Lightroom and started downloading the photos I took of Axel earlier.
As the photos transferred, my thoughts remained on that poor innocent boy sleeping upstairs. I knew there would be more breakdowns, I knew there were more painful memories hiding in the darkest recesses of his mind. But I also knew that with each meltdown he was closer to being healed. Each sob session closed an open wound in his soul. When he said he wanted to cry it out, I think that's exactly what happened, each sob, each scream was the pain of the memory leaving his body.
My thoughts drifted to The Institute and those evil fucks that ran it. Eleos said they'd been trying to shut them down for decades, how many boys had gone through there? I knew there had to be another one for girls. I also knew that I could spend every dime I had fighting them and not make the slightest dent. My anger overtook me and I guzzled down my Manhattan and was about to throw the glass against the wall, when a sense of peace overtook me. I heard a still small voice in the back of my mind, it was my voice. 'That's not your fight. They will go down, but it will take many years. Axel is your only concern, he is one of the keys to unlock great change.' My subconscious mind understood this a whole lot better than I did. 'Trust your gut. Eros will guide you.'
With my mind somewhat at ease I started editing the photos. I had two favorites. One, a vertical closeup, just his face, shot with my 85mm f:1.2 lens. It does what 'Portrait Mode' on a smartphone tries to do. Only his eyes and lips were in perfect focus, and the look in his eyes was pure love. The other he had his hood up, I shot it horizontal from a little distance. Three quarters of his face on the left of the frame, the sky and the city filled the rest. The contrast between the red hood and the clear blue sky, made his baby blue eyes glow and they read of absolute joy. I sent those as well as half a dozen more standard Hollywood style headshots to my phone and texted them to Hunt. I made another Manhattan. My phone rang.
"Holy shit Dylan! I assumed he'd be cute, but fuck! He gives Levi a run for the money."
"Nahh, he leaves Levi in the dust. Ha! But that may be because of how much I love him."
"Haha, no, he's that cute... I'm sorry for earlier. For calling him Axe..."
"You couldn't have known, I didn't know." I went on and told him of the latest meltdown.
"Fuck... I can't even imagine what he went through. Poor thing... How are you holding up, this can't be easy on you. But you've always been the strong one."
"Haha! Have you forgotten the six days you and my dad had to hold me after the show got canned?"
"I remember, but have you forgotten how hard I cried every time a movie I was in got a bad review? Looking back I was in a lot of real stinkers."
"Uhh, ya you were! But I know it was your parents making you do any project that came along. I'm just glad Uncle Caleb was able to get you on 'Rangers', Sebastian was the first choice, that never would have worked... I'm actually doing pretty good. I hate to see Axel suffer, but this is how he gets better. And I have help, how much do you know about The Brotherhood?"
"A little, I know Uncle Caleb is part of the current leadership in North America. But strangely I've never been the least bit curious about it. I figure if I needed to know, I would."
"Ah, makes sense, let's just say that they, and those behind it, have been a huge help."
"That's good. Hey, the studio's calling I've gotta take it. I'll talk to you soon, I love you."
"I love you too, don't work too hard." I hung up, finished my drink and went to bed, pulling the love of my life into me tightly. I drifted to sleep and had a wonderful dream.
I was on the back deck of our new house, grilling Wagyu steaks. Tom and I were sipping my first batch of homebrew beer. Axel and Toby were playing chess, Axel was getting creamed, but didn't care he was having fun simply hanging out with Toby, and whoever that other boy was.
My alarm woke me at 7:00. Axel was still sleeping soundly. I took care of my morning needs then went down and started a pot of coffee and my 'Good' pancake batter, it needed to rest for twenty minutes, so I went up to the bedroom, sat on the edge of the bed and just watched my Little Phoenix sleep for a few moments. He still had that little content smile he went to sleep with, but I knew he still needed all the love I could give. I leaned in and tore the sides of his Goodnites and pulled them away, I got between his legs and inhaled deeply, savoring the sweet perfume. My tongue started in on his taint and slowly worked it's way over the tight sack, that began to relax with the warmth and stimulation.
"Ohhh Dylan. Thank you, I really need this today. I love you..."
"I love you too, more than words could ever say." I licked his inner thighs then all around his goodies. Finally I took his cute little penis into my mouth and swirled my tongue all around it, that drove him wild. A few minutes of that and he was almost ready, but I wasn't. I switched to his right foot. I nibbled on his arch for a minute or so, then sucked each toe, one by one. After that I took all of them into my mouth and ran my tongue between his toes. He moaned and cooed in ecstasy. I returned to his exquisite cocklet and finished him off.
"Thanks again Dad." He whispered, there was a tear of joy dripping down his face. "I smell coffee!" He gave me a quick tongue kiss and ran downstairs. As much as I loved watching his diaper clad butt, his naked butt was very, very lovely to watch. Unless I took his Goodnites off while we were still in bed he would wear them till we showered. He said he loved the way they felt when they were soggy.
I remembered seeing an apron in the kitchen so I went down naked as well. I fried the bacon and made the pancakes.
"These are the 'Good' Pancakes, aren't they?"
"Ya, didn't wanna spend the time on the 'Mind Blowing' ones this morning, sorry."
"That's ok, they are really good." He poured himself a second cup of coffee, luckily it was a darker roast, not as much caffeine as a lighter blend.
"If I had been thinking last night I would have gotten stuff to make my Overnight Pancakes, they're even better than the mind blowing ones." His face lit up, and I got the dreaded Puppy Dog Eyes. "I'll grab the stuff today."
"Cool! Hey, it's Thursday! Tonight I'm finally gonna get your dick up my butt! Can we do Cowboy first? I wanna ride you!" I laughed at his enthusiasm.
"Ugh. Fine, I guess." I was rewarded with laughter. Hearing him laugh, after what we went through last night, filled me with joy. The first time I saw him smile, back in that train station in Chester I told myself I'd make sure he smiled a lot. I thought I was doing a pretty good job of it, but he needed to laugh more. As he took the last bite of his breakfast I got an idea. I grabbed all 61 pounds of him under my arm, tickling his armpit with the other hand. I playfully tossed him onto the sofa and went in for a full on tickle attack.
For the next ten or so minutes we wrestled as he tried, in vain, to avoid my hands and tongue. We laughed our asses off. Never once did he ask me to stop, finally we both collapsed, exhausted.
"Thanks Dad. I really needed that." He cuddled with me as we caught our breath. I noticed the clock, 8:30.
"Well kiddo, time to head for a shower. We need to get ready, Clive will be picking us up at nine." We didn't have any fun in the shower, we were still too tired, plus we were pressed for time. I told him not to worry too much about what he wore, and I didn't bother styling his hair, I just made him presentable. After quickly giving his last 'treatment' we headed to the lobby.
We exited the lobby at the stroke of 9:00 am, Clive had just pulled up.
"Good morning Gentlemen, the drive should be about 25 minutes, there's coffee and pastries in the back, if you want, I'll eat what you don't, hehe... and there are some damn good canned mimosas in the fridge."
"Thanks Clive." Axel and I said in perfect unison. We got in and got comfortable.
"Dad? What's a mamusa?"
"Mimosa, it's champagne and orange juice." I reached in the fridge and grabbed a can, then two champagne flutes and filled both glasses. Axel took a sip.
"Ohhh! That's tasty!" He started eyeballing the pastries, I nodded.
"Don't stuff yourself, modeling is actually fairly hard work. You don't wanna be too full." I helped myself to a Butter Croissant, my greatest weakness. I checked my email, I had two bills to pay, Clive's retainer, and Thea Property Management. I had to laugh, Clive only wanted $1500 as his retainer for the entire four days, the average price of a limo is $125 an hour. I paid it, then let Axel set up the payment to Thea. He couldn't believe he was spending a million dollars.
Axel rolled down the divider and chatted with Clive. He was a cool guy, about a year younger than me, grew up watching my show. He was happily married, with two kids he adored, a girl of 12 and a boy of 9. And he absolutely loved what he did for a living. The man didn't have a single complaint about his life, and wanted for nothing. He was the personification of joy and grace. I didn't mention it, but I'd already decided to take his family out for dinner Sunday night at Gibsons Steakhouse. I'd even send a limo to pick them up, I went ahead and made the reservations. He let us out at the studio, I asked him to be back at noon.
We were greeted by Luca, who was over the moon that we actually showed up. He escorted us in.
"Dylan, is it ok if we cut and style Axe's hair." Oh shit, my heart stopped.
"Cool with me! I need a haircut anyways." I looked at him and he gave me a wink, he was fine. That name couldn't hurt him any more. My heart started beating again.
"I'm good with whatever you two agree on, as long as you don't shave anything on his forehead or carve any of those stupid lines into the sides."
"Oh gods no! I was thinking a mullet! Ha! Kidding. No, I would love a Classic Viking cut, shaved to a #2 around the sides and back, and leave most of the length on the top." That worked for me, and Axel liked the idea. Luca introduced us to the photographer, Julian, his father. Then he took Axel to the hair stylist.
Julian, a man in his late fifties, was very uncomfortable, and wouldn't look me in the eye. I knew exactly why, I'd seen that look dozens of times before... He'd jerked off to the naked pictures of me as a boy. He was trying to look busy in the corner of the studio, I approached him.
"Julian, it's fine. Those pictures were my idea and I'm the one that uploaded them. The thought of men jerking off to naked pictures of me sent thrills up my thighs. Still does, I have no regrets. And I'm glad people keep posting and enjoying them... And I know people keep posting them... I've even jerked off to my pics. I was fucken cute!"
"Oh fuck... Thanks. I knew you knew the second our eyes met, I thought I was going to jail. Ha!"
It was the late 1990's the Internet was still the wild west, I found the newsgroups, I found boy porn! I was eleven and horny as fuck. It took a week to convince Dad to take the pictures, I posted 23 in all. All but one were softcore, and only six of me with a boner. But my favorite was, still is, a close up of my face with Dad's soft wet cock on my cheek, his cum dribbling down my chin. Dad refused to photograph the act itself.
"So are you and Axel..." I looked him in the eye, I knew it was safe.
"Yes. I found him on the streets and we fell in love within hours. He came from a background of horrific abuse including torture. We're working through his past, he is so strong. He's my Little Phoenix." I did give him the 'Official' backstory as well. I knew I could trust him.
"I'm so sorry... That's beautiful. I met Luca when he was eight, if you know your photos are still being shared than you have probably seen pictures of him. He was working the streets for money so he and his mom could eat. He spent so much time with me his mom actually signed her parental rights over. She's a wonderful woman, but had a problem with alcohol, she knew I'd never hurt him and he'd be better off. He still has dinner with her a few times a month. He was my lover until he left for college, but he is still my son and I am still his father."
"I was my father's lover until he died. I don't know if I ever would have left him, I was only 20. I get the feeling when Axel goes to college he's gonna want to spread his wings." He hugged me. It felt so good, almost like my dad hugging me. I actually teared up a little, well, a lot. I knew my little adoptive family just grew by two.
"When he leaves it will hurt, but the pride you will feel will soothe the pain." Luca came over too us.
"So, it looks like you two have hit it off."
"Son, you and Axel have a lot in common." A look of confusion came over his face.
"What?... Oh... OHH!!! Lucky bastard! He's even cuter than Levi Carter!" I laughed.
"That's What I've Been Sayin!!" Belly laughs all around. I filled Luca in, then he told me hair and makeup were ready for me. I saw Axel's new haircut. I didn't think it was possible for him to be any cuter. Well he was. And I hadn't actually realized how long his bangs were, long enough that his hair could be tied in a loose ponytail at the back of his head, not the top (a look I detested). With his hair up he was a very handsome young man, with his hair down he was an adorable little boy.
Getting my hair and makeup done was a little odd, it brought back so many memories. Luca explained that everyone in the studio knew about him and his dad, and were very supportive. So we didn't have to hide the truth of our relationship, I reminded him of the backstory. With our hair and makeup done it was finally time to see the clothes.
They were incredible, they were dripping with class and elegance. From the everyday casual to the black tie formal ware. Many pieces were heavily influenced by Victorian fashion, some even leaned steampunk, but none of them looked like costumes. I was in awe, Axel was drooling. Luca handed us our first outfits. Shorts and camp shirts. We went into a changing room.
"Dad, they're family now aren't they? I like Luca, he's really cool. And these clothes!!!"
"Yes they are. Julian found Luca working the streets when he was eight, and they became Father and Son."
"Wow! Just like us? Too cool!" For the next four hours we posed and changed and posed again. I sent Clive a text that we were going to be delayed at about 10:30, we were having too much fun. He said it was no problem and he'd be waiting at a bar down the street getting shitfaced. I knew he was joking.
Axel got all kinds of excited when Luca asked if we'd be willing to model his underwear line. We had quit using the changing room after the second change. We even did some very tasteful 'Art nudes' for Julian's upcoming exhibition at the Museum of Contemporary Photography, no full frontal from the boy. Axel and I both loved the clothes, all of them. As we were reviewing the photos I got an interesting idea.
"Hey Luca, have you ever thought of doing costumes for Hollywood?"
"I have two dreams, one is to find an investor so I can launch my line, I already have a contract from Nordstrom's, I just need the capital to start production. That's what these photos are for. The other is to be a Costume Designer for big Hollywood movies. I'd kill to work on a Hunter Stefansson film."
"What are you looking for in an investor?"
"$100,000 for 25% ownership. Why?"
"A couple nights ago I realized I have a shit ton more money than I thought. I'll make you a counter offer. $100,000 for 15%. I know I'm gonna make a fortune off of you, and I'm not a greedy man." Luca and Julian sat in stunned silence for several moments.
"T.. Th... Thank you Dylan... Last night, before I even realized who you were, I had a gut feeling you would change my life... I don't know what to say, other than thank you."
"That's all you need to say... Now as for the other dream, Hunter Stefansson happens to be like a brother to me. Email him some of those photos. This is confidential, but he's working on an updated 'Tom Sawyer', and 'Oliver Twist', your current collection would be an amazing start for 'Oliver'." I wrote Hunt's personal, private email on a scrap of paper and handed it to him. He cried, like ugly cried, Axel hugged him. Julian hugged me, in the way only a father hugs his son. I felt the same.
"Shit... since you're my investor, do you still want me to pay you? Heheee."
"Heck with the money! I want the clothes!!!" Axel shouted, I backed him up. Luca laughed and started packing garment bags. Julian told me he'd email me the photos once he was done editing them. I told him that the one with me in the suit, with Axel leaning against me shirtless, with his legs crossed, looking at the ground, would hang above the fireplace.
Axel wanted to wear the uber formal stuff, I talked him down to business casual. As we said our good byes, I told them I expected them to visit for the holidays. Julian told me he expected me for opening night at MoCP. Julian wasn't Dad, but he was close enough.
Clive helped us load the new clothes into the limo, commenting on how sharp we looked. He asked me where too next. I asked for a fast food place that wasn't a national chain. He took us to Portillo's, we both got Italian Beef Sandwiches, to go.
"Clive, you don't happen to know of a good print shop around here, do you?"
"College buddy of mine runs the best damn print shop in all of Illinois. It's about fifteen minutes away."
"Cool, take us there please." Axel and I dug into our Sandwiches, they were gooood! A few minutes later I got a text from Ron, my Amex guy. We were to meet the head of the Art History department at the school at 10:00 am Saturday, for a full guided tour of the school and the museum, Axel was over the moon.
I called Everett, the architect who did my cottage and gave him the head's up. He told me that he had just finished up a very similar project in Bozeman for a guy who had taken in a ten year old Lost Boy and asked if he could give him my number, saying the guy was one of the greatest child psychologists alive. I said I'd take any help I can get. Clive dropped us at the print shop.
"Hi Dylan, Axel, I'm Bryan. Clive told me to give you two the VIP treatment, what can I do for you." I explained about the cards and the codes. Axel pulled his sketchbook out and opened it to the pages.
"Oh wow! You did this?"
"Yep!" He looked very proud of himself, he had every right to be.
"You are very, very talented! I think a Classic Linen Charcoal with gold foil, applied in negative would be amazing. How many are you wanting? We could have 250 done in a couple hours."
"Sounds good, keep the artwork on file, I may need more in time." He said he'd need to remove the pages from the book, Axel nodded. I asked him to scan the logos as well. He carefully cut the pages out and handed them to one of his employees, then flipped through the rest of the book.
"Axel, you're amazing! If you guys don't have plans I'd love to teach you linocut print making, my hobby." Axel started bouncing, I nodded. He took us into the back of the shop where he had his setup and explained the process. Basically you sketch the design onto a sheet of gray linoleum then carve it out, roll ink on it, lay down a sheet of paper and use a roller to transfer the ink. Then he showed how to register multiple colors.
Axel picked it up very quickly. As he worked Axel and I gave Bryan the made up backstory. Two hours later he had five copies of a three color print of a beautiful Geometric Art Deco style phoenix in flight. When he finished Bryan had him sign and number them as Artist's Proofs, Axel titled it 'Flight of the Phoenix' and gave me a kiss on the cheek. Bryan showed him the cleanup process and packed up the linoleum, inks and the prints, as well as the label for the paper.
"It sounds like both of you are with exactly the person you need to be with. When you figure out where home is, you can make more prints. The linoleum is good for a few hundred impressions." He hugged Axel and I and started to lead us back to the front.
Axel pulled Artist's Proof # 2 of 5 out of the box. "Wait! I want you to have this." He handed the print to Bryan.
"Really? Are you sure? This is going to be worth a fortune one day."
"You taught me the process, you should have it. Number one is for Dad." Bryan carefully layed the print on a table and hugged Axel again.
"Thank you..." He wiped his eyes. "I'll have it framed and it will hang in the front of the shop. It will be a large part of my son's inheritance." He led us back to the front where the cards were being packaged. They looked amazing. They were gold everywhere except where Axel's drawing was. Axel went nuts over them and did an adorable little dance. Bryan refused to charge me for the cards, saying it was a donation to a good cause. I didn't argue, I knew the feeling. I'd have to get a case for them. I let Clive know we were ready and he was there in under a minute.
"Dad, I wanna give Clive one of the prints."
"Ok Sweetheart, but we should get it framed. I think Smithers can handle that." After a stop at a market for stuff to make dinner and the overnight pancakes we returned to the hotel. I told Clive he was off till at least tomorrow evening, we wanted to see The Museum of Contemporary Art, and Loyola Museum and didn't need him to drive us across the street or a single block.
A Bell Hop took our new clothes, I asked him to take them to our room and tipped him, he wasn't the idiot from the day before. I approached the Concierge desk and spoke to Smithers.
"Can you get this framed by Sunday afternoon? Whatever the framer thinks would be best, I don't care about the cost." He just silently stared at the print.
"Wow... Where did you find this? I'm a collector of lino, and I don't know this artist. I would kill for a copy, well from the full run. Artist's Proofs are too valuable for me."
"You do know the artist, I made it! It's my first linocut. I'll gift you one, once I do the edition, I'm thinking 150. Do you have a favorite number?" Silence... Smithers looked back and forth between Axel and the print.
"Th... Thank you, you are truly gifted! Twelve is my favorite number. And as you do more I will buy number twelve of every print you make! You are amazing." I showed him the pictures on my phone of his other works.
"My boy, you will be world renowned by twelve, by fourteen I'm positive you will have an exhibition at the Louvre in Paris! Dylan, I will take care of the framing and charge it to your room."
"Thank you, here you go." I handed him his tip, at least I tried.
"No, I will no longer accept any tip from you, Axel's print is worth more to me than money. Oh! I was told that you are a fan of classical music, an abridged version of Wagner's 'The Valkyrie' will be performed by the Chicago Opera, at the Studebaker Theater, Friday night, would you like to attend?"
"Hell ya!" Axel beat me to the answer. Smithers handed me a pair of tickets. Box two, stage right, nice. Abridged was a good thing, with intermissions the whole thing can last over five hours. I took a quick photo of the print with my phone, and thanked him and we went to the elevator.
"Twelve is his favorite number 'cause that's his favorite age for boys, hehe, he loves boys that can cum, but don't have pubes yet... It's weird, I know things about people just by looking them in the eye! I read that it was a gift that every Son of Ganymede gets. It's stronger in some, more than others. I didn't realize how cool it'd be."
"That's very cool, and could come in very handy... Axel, when you described our new house, you missed something. Your massive studio-workshop! I'm thinking in the basement, but with huge skylights and a loading ramp."
"Cool! But, do you think I could do the edition of this when we get back to Chester?" He held up the box with the tiles and prints.
"Absolutely! I've got two vacant studios the same size as David's. I'll order everything you need and have it sent there."
"Thanks Dad." He squeeze me tight as the elevator doors opened. We went to our suite and Axel was naked before I had the door closed.
"Come on slowpoke! I need your cock up my butt NOW!" He started undressing me.
"Slow down Axel. I know you don't remember your first time, but it's been over three weeks since you've had anything other than my tongue or finger up there. You're basically a virgin again. If I were to shove it in right now it would hurt like hell, and even though I'm not that big, I might just rip you open again. We need to get you ready, ok?"
"Ok... Thanks. What do we need to do?" I led him to the bathroom and got my cleaning kit. He remembered that from The Institute, luckily it was something he kinda liked, so no bad memories. Once he was nice and clean I took him to bed and pulled out the lube and a small buttplug.
"Do you know what this is?" He just nodded and layed across my lap with his legs spread wide. I lubed both him and the toy. I gently started working the tip in, he relaxed I went deeper he winced I stopped and just held it still for a few moments. At it's widest it was just over an inch, but it was four inches long, with a nice gentle taper. It took about fifteen minutes to get it all the way in. Then slowly pulled it back out and started again. The second time it took two minutes. Then I started fucking him with it.
"Ohh! Ohh! Oh ya! Oh ya! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!! Don't stop!" I didn't, at least not until he came, five minutes later.
"Shit... Thanks Dad. That was even better than when Max would make love to me... I do have some not so bad memories of The Institute. Max, the guy who snuck me out, he was pretty much a true boylover, like you. He treated me better than anyone else ever had. He loved blowing me and making love, he was pretty small, but he knew how to use it. I bet you're gonna be a thousand times better!"
"Hahaa... I'm glad it wasn't all nightmares... Now I want you to keep that in until after dinner, then I'll use my tongue and fingers to finish opening you up, then you can ride me, how's that sound?"
"Na... I think I just want to read a book tonight... HA! I can't wait." He ran off to the kitchen, he ran like he had a stick up his butt or something... Oh. I followed him down and started my five star, half hour meat sauce. Well Axel did everything, I just instructed. I knew he was memorizing the recipe, I knew from that moment on if we had the stuff to make it, he could make it from memory. He cooked the spaghetti to perfection and we ate.
"This is damn good! I can't believe I cooked it! I can see how taking more time to cook makes things better, but the shi... stuff we did today, I wouldn't trade the memories for the best meal in the world..."
After dinner I enjoyed a dessert of Axel butt. We cuddled on the sofa and I stretched him with my fingers as we watched a couple episodes of 'The Early Years', turns out it had never left syndication, and was on more than one streaming service. Finally after my fingers gave him two orgasms (I worked his dickie with my other hand). Axel gave me the look. It was Puppy Dog eyes, mixed with desperation. I carried him to bed and layed on my back on top of a Goodnites bed mat, I had ordered a box from the local Drug Store while he was cooking dinner, always be prepared.
He straddled me. For the next five minutes he lowered himself. It was the most amazing five minutes of my entire life. Then he started moving. He explored for a bit, then started slowly and gently making love to me.
"Ok Google... Play Ravel's Bolero." His phone dinged and the music started playing through the room's speakers. I hadn't realized he set it up, cool. As the intensity of the music increased, so did our passion. He bent over and kissed me for a few minutes then sat back up and we locked hands and eyes. Less than half way through the incredible piece of music...
"Oh fuck Dad! I'm gonna cum! Ahhh! Ahhh! Fuck!!!" As his anal mussels went wild. I had to use every trick I had not to cum, I didn't want it to end, neither did he. Axel kept going, still keeping eye contact. We became one, nothing existed other than the single soul that we shared, and the music. For the briefest of moments we saw each other's minds. I knew what it was to be Axel. He knew what it was to be Dylan. We both felt the love we had for one another. It was the most amazing experience. As the Bolero's continuous crescendo came to it's chaotic climax, Axel did the same, sending me over the edge. He collapsed on top of me and we both quickly drifted to sleep.
When I finally woke up it was almost ten in the morning. So much for a breakfast of overnight pancakes. I stroked the back of Axel's head. The short soft fuzz felt wonderful under my fingers. I was glad I had thought of the bed mat, we were going to need a shower before we did anything. Axel started to stir.
"Morning Dad."
"Morning Sunshine. Sleep well?"
"Ya... Last night was beyond my wildest dreams. Did you feel it too? When we switched minds? I don't remember any of your memories, but I know what it's like to be you. I don't think it's possible for two people to love each other more than we do."
"I did feel it, and I think the same thing. I love you Axel... Son."
"I love you too Dylan... Dad... Oh no. I... I'm sorry..." He realized he'd peed on me.
"It's ok, it's just my belly and sides. Something like this was bound to happen eventually. You did such a good job that we both passed out. Now, pee on my face and we will have words." That got him laughing.
"Thanks Dad, so I take it no overnight pancakes?"
"Nope. We'll mix the batter before bed tonight." He rested his head on my chest and I stroked his hair and back for a few minutes. Neither of us really wanted to get out of bed. Eventually we did, we were a day behind. We showered and traded quick bjs. We both dressed in some of Luca's more casual creations. I did his hair down, he was the cutest boy on the planet.
I grabbed my camera bag and we headed down to the twelfth floor for breakfast. The coffee was from Starbucks, so we had Orange Juice. The French toast and bacon were wonderful.
The MCA had a coffee shop featuring a local roaster. We enjoyed our coffees then had a blast at the museum. Axel really loved the early 20th Century abstract stuff. They had a Marcel Duchamp exhibition, he was the founder of the Dada movement. Axel laughed at the titles of the 'Ready Made' works, like a snow shovel, titled 'In Anticipation of a Broken Leg'. Or the copy of the Mona Lisa that he added a moustache and goatee to, called to 'L.H.O.O.Q.' But Duchamp's paintings were what really captivated him. They were the beginnings of Cubism and Surrealism. He studied 'Nude Descending a Staircase' for over 20 minutes.
"You can see her moving..." He pulled out his sketchbook, and started sketching. I pulled out my camera and got several shots, the intensity in his eyes, and the way the light fell across his face was incredible.
At about one we headed out to Loyola, and had lunch at NoMI. Loyola is a Catholic school, and LUMA was dedicated to the exploration of spirituality in art. They had a massive collection of European Renaissance art. The current rotating exhibit was on the Greeks. The highlight was a life sized marble statue of Ganymede. His tiny dickie was so cute! Axel was fascinated by all of it, especially the Hindu section, he thought the style was just so different.
At 5:30 we headed back to the hotel to get ready for the Opera. I sent Clive a text asking him to have us at The Studebaker Theater by 6:50. He replied he'd pick us up at 6:35."
We showered and traded blowjobs again, of course. We dressed in Luca's finest and I put Axel's hair up, he was very, very handsome. He'd be turning heads. Any perv or boylover we encountered would get an instant free tent, in their trousers. We went down to meet our limo.
Every eye in the lobby was glued to the boy on my arm. Clive couldn't have timed his arrival any better. We greeted him and hopped in. Ten minutes later we pulled up to the theater, there were a handful of paparazzi, and a TMZ Camera crew.
"Axel, we can go straight in, or we can let the scum of the earth have a feeding frenzy. It can be fun, but I know the reporter is going to want to talk to us. How comfortable are you with your backstory?"
"I got it down. Don't worry about me." Clive opened the door. I got out and was instantly recognized. Axel stood next to me, he took my hand as the locusts snapped away. We were in pretty good sync looking directly at each camera. When they got their fill the TMZ crew came up.
"Mister Martin, Miles Candon TMZ. Is this your nephew?"
"Dylan please, yes, may I introduce Axel, my son... He never knew me as his Uncle, and always dreamed of having a Dad, so that's what he calls me. And I'll be filing for adoption the very second I'm able."
"Well congratulations! Axel I'm very sorry to hear about your mom."
"Why? Fucken bitch started renting my mouth and ass out to pervs when I was five! If she hadn't overdosed I'd be chained to a bed with some stinky pile of shit's cock up my ass right now! Now I have a Dad who I love with all my heart. And a life beyond my wildest dreams."
"Cut the camera..." Miles took a knee, and looked Axel in the eye, then looked at me and back to Axel. "We're gonna delete that... Axel, I went through that as a kid as well. If you want to go public, it should be with an actual journalist, not a whore like me. The others overheard what you said, but I will not be the one to make it public."
I was in shock. "Thank you Miles, you just earned my deepest respect. Do you want to do another take?" He stood.
"Really?... No... That wouldn't be ethical, even for me. I could just run your statement. Check the tabloids Monday, and you'll probably start getting interview requests by the time the Opera's over. Cathy Cook from TCN's morning show would be your best bet, once he's ready." He leaned in and whispered in my ear, "She has a thing for little girls... You lucky bastard." I shook his hand, Axel gave him a hug, and a free tent!
We moved on, one of the rats asked who we were wearing, I told him Luca Bottoni. He thanked me saying it also wouldn't be him to make Axel's story public. And said he'd look Luca up. He was in the game for fashion.
We entered the theater, I handed my tickets to the ticket taker, who handed me back the stubs. An usher showed us to our box. It would be only us, and it was pretty private. Moments later we were handed champagne, the waiter gave me a wink as he handed Axel his glass, before leaving the bottle in an ice bucket and closing the door.
"Dad? Did I fuc... mess up back there?"
"No! You did great, we just happened to meet the one tabloid journalist with a soul."
"Oh... Dad? I think we should do the interview... I think part of my destiny is to go public, make people start talking about child sex slavery. That's why the fake backstory is so close to the truth..." I squeezed his knee and looked him in the eye, I was so proud of him.
"Ok, I'll respond to her if she sends a request, but I wanna give it at least a few days, so you can process the idea."
"Ok." The houselights dimmed and the Conductor entered to roaring applause. The music started, I could feel Axel's excitement. By intermission he was in my lap.
We went to relieve ourselves. The Mayor of Chicago was asking for my autograph, I maintained my new found gracious and polite self, even took a selfie with her. I did whisper in her ear that I'd sue the living fuck out of her if I ended up in a political add.
With empty bladders we returned to our box for the second half, normally it was three acts, Mister Wagner REALLY could have used an editor (Humm, just like me!). I'd seen the full length production more than once, there were entire swaths that didn't really need to be there, though they were enjoyable. When 'The Ride of the Valkyries', the most famous part began, I had to move Axel back to his own seat, between the incredible performance by the orchestra and him bouncing on my already half inflated package, I really didn't want to cum in a pair of priceless one of a kind slacks.
When it was over the standing ovation lasted over seven minutes. Even the Conductor was tired of bowing. I don't know how he did it, but Clive pulled up to the red carpet the moment we exited the building. We didn't waste any time and got in the limo, Clive rolled down the divider. Something I'd never seen another driver do.
"I assume you boys need some dinner. Do you want BBQ or Sushi? All ya gonna get this time of night!?"
"BBQ!" Was our simultaneous answer. It was killer. Note to self, the new house needed a real BBQ pit.
Back in the suite I checked my email, over 200 new messages. Every media outlet in the country wanted an interview. I searched for Cathy Cook, sure enough she was among them. I dialed her number. Axel busied himself in his sketchbook.
"This is Cathy."
"Hi Cathy, it's Dylan Martin, Axel and I want to give you the exclusive. But I want to wait at least a few days. I wanna see what the initial reaction is. And I want approval over the final edit."
"Wow, thank you, I'm very flattered. And in a sensitive case like this I would insist on your approval. Any idea when and where?"
"Were on a roadtrip, we're in Chicago till Monday then I want to spend at least two nights in Wisconsin Dells, a night in Minneapolis, a night or two in Fargo, then we'll be in Killdeer North Dakota for at least a night. I think the best place would be my dad's old house in Killdeer. Being there will evoke all sorts of emotions for me. So Friday or Saturday, I mean if you're not too good to work on a weekend, hehe."
"I work when and where the story takes me. You said Wisconsin Dells, Mount Olympus? That place is amazing, stay in one of the Camp Cabins, but one with a bathroom. The Camp is magical! I used to take my daughter there every summer, but she's 16 now and too cool to be seen hanging out with her Mother." I could faintly hear the words 'Mom! Knock it off!' in the background, and had to laugh.
"Thanks for the tip. Hey, do you know of a TMZ corespondent named Miles Candon?"
"The one who had 'issues' retrieving the footage of his short interview with you and Axel? And wouldn't confirm what the locusts are saying? Ya, he's been on the radar for a while. He seems like one of the good guys... Our industry is plagued with 'Welders'. Ratings whores that fabricate shit." I let out a full belly laugh.
"He needs a shot at the Big Leagues. He has a soul, that I don't think will be trampled by the network. He's the one that told me to let you do the interview, he told Axel to tell his story to a 'real journalist', not a 'whore' like him..."
"Thanks for the tip. Keep me updated on the plans, I've got to go, my Daughter is tapping her foot at me... May Eros bless your travels." She hung up. That was interesting, was her daughter one of Ganymede's? Time would tell. I saw Axel tapping his foot at me.
To be continued...
My other stories;
Jia & the 4th Age (finished)
What's Your Name Anyways? (a very short story)
The Lost Boys of Plummer Park*
Eros is My Guardian Angel?* I am currently rewriting this, my gods the typos!
* Indicates a 'Brotherhood of Ganymede' story.