Bike Path Boys

Chapter Two

by Mitchell Conner

abfab40@yahoo.com

Greetings readers:

I’ll start with an apology for not including my email address when I posted Chapter 1. It was my first time submitting in HTML format and I didn’t realize it wasn’t automatically included. I do hope to hear from readers who were entertained, provoked or otherwise taken in by my tale.

That said, Chapter Two may not be what you expect, but then as a twisted individual I’m keen to create twisted plots.

The only truth here is that a bike trail exists in a town named Eugene.

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WHERE WE LEFT OFF:

It was one of those dreams where whatever noise is going on becomes part of it. In mine, the police were pounding on my door. It was so real I jerked awake, got up, and peered around the closed drapes from the side.

It wasn’t the cops.

A short figure in dark clothing stood in shadows near the door and turned towards me, the porch light now illuminating him. A hand brushed the hoodie back to reveal neck-length sun-bleached hair. My heart skipped a beat at the teen’s familiar shrug and hopeful smile.

JD was here.

AND AWAY WE GO:

“Fucking JD,” Trev said. We both knew who’d be knocking at this hour. “Forgot his keys again!”

I opened the door, much as I had two years ago at the motel. That night I’d welcomed him into the room, then into my life, then deep into my heart.

JD stepped inside, gave his now familiar ‘oops’ shrug and wrapped into my embrace. How can a guy smart enough to be on honor roll be so stupid to forget his keys?”

“He’s got a lot on his mind,” I said, in JD’s defense.

It was true. The now seventeen-year-old boy from the bike trail was two weeks away from mid-terms and his eighteenth birthday. He faced the enviable task of choosing which full ride scholarship would pay his way through university and grad school.

He’d come a long way from just street-smarts. I was hoping he’d choose the nearby school I’d attended but remained neutral. He needed what was best for his future.

We were about eye-to-eye now, easier for him to pull me into a kiss with a firm grip on either side of my head. I reciprocated, enjoying the feel of bristly hair on the sides of his shorter style.

“Sorry about the key thing,” JD said between searching for my tonsils with his probing tongue, hips and rippling abs pushing into me.

After two years I knew where this would end up and was excited for it.

“JD! Doesn’t matter how many times you fuck daddy, you’re not gonna make any babies,” Trev said through some giggles.

JD moved his hands south and grabbed my ass.

“I’m trying for puppies,” he said between nibbles on my ear lobe.

Based on his sexy aggression I’d soon be tied face down ass in the air for JD’s attempt at canine impregnation. Again. It was his favorite way of releasing stress after a difficult study group session.

My little head twitched in anticipation as my cock chubbed up. Loving this teen had changed me in more ways than position.

“Go home,” JD said.

“I am home,” Trev said, stretching out on the sofa where minutes earlier he’d been resting, head on my chest, an arm around my waist. “I can watch.”

“Fine. I’ll tie you to the chair with the vibrator and watch you squirm while I make a puppy.”

“Nooo.” Trev’s refusal was pure theater. JD’s newest sexual torture involved his adopted sixteen-year-old brother tied to a chair, squirming out pre-cum as though playing a perverted arcade game by maneuvering his hard-on to get a prize. His reward would come when he’d wiggle his hips to get just enough stimulation on his dripping cock to pull the trigger and spray. He loved being our designated third party voyeur on the rare occasion he was invited. This wasn’t one of those times.

But there were times he’d ask JD for permission to ride me and appease the nascent bottom he slowly embraced and now shared with his boyfriend – and me. It was a unique form of topping with me tied to the bed so he had some sense of control. JD knew my needs and Trev’s. I knew his and wouldn’t change a thing.

Our ersatz family was a strange, kinky, wonderful, loving unit.

JD picked up a backpack from the coffee table and held it out to Trev.

“Fucking daddies,” Trev said with a wink at me, feigning malice through a grin, his comment directed at JD’s pending activities, not what he’d meant two years ago.

“Thank you, daddy,” JD said later that evening as he used well-practiced skills to tie me to the four-poster bed he’d picked out when I moved here.

“It’s stylish… and practical,” he’d said before breaking into a dirty little giggle at the furniture store. The clerk had turned crimson.

It was also sturdy. If it had a car’s odometer it’d be ready to roll over.

JD’s thank you’s covered a lot of ground.

I’d changed his life, but he’d changed mine, both of us better together than apart.

JD was thanking me for submitting and giving him the space to be the unique dominant, romantic, loving human that inhabited a sexy teen’s smooth, lithe body.

Yeah, like that’s something for me to suffer through?

There’d been times we were out and about and I’d see men of a certain persuasion cast lustful envious glances. If they had any idea what we were up to horizontally – or other positions – they’d have tucked their cocks between their legs and scattered like scared puppies.

Speaking of which, the pounding I got that night should’ve produced a Great Dane.

It wasn’t like that the night he showed up at my door two years ago. He’d brushed against me as he shuffled in and it was electric. Before I could process that I saw the red cheek and dried blood on the corner of his mouth.

He’d been slapped. Hard.

“What the fuck?!” I said.

“Sorry, I can leave if you don’t want me here,” JD said, now a wounded little boy, not the warrior who’d owned me earlier.

“Who did this to you?”

JD stepped back, eyes wide, looking down at my clenched fists, surprised at my anger.

“My foster.”

“Take me to him.”

“No. It was my fault, late getting home.”

“Nobody slaps a kid.”

His look morphed from an appreciative smile for my anger to pursed lips for calling him a kid.

When I paused for a moment, just staring at him, he backtracked.

“I’m sorry. It’s stupid of me to think you would… after what I did… I should be sorry but… when I saw you I just… had to…”

I pulled him into a hug and surprised myself with what I said. “I don’t know why but… it’s okay… if it means I met you… it’s okay.”

JD shuddered and let out a muffled sob.

“You know I’m different,” JD said.

I chuckled at how lacking that description was.

JD’s strong wiry arms pulled me tight, like he was afraid of losing me. That’s all it took. I knew I would fight for him.

That night we stayed in my motel room.

In bed I let go of my barriers and was rewarded with kissing, cuddling and the start of something real.

The next morning was not as romantic, but memorable.

JD’s hard cock was like a recharged battery level indicator that demanded release lest it explode.

“I never had feelings for somebody like this,” JD said, lying next to me in bed. His cock stabbing at me.

I gave him a ‘me too’ hug, front to front, hard cocks lined up.

“Is it real, daddy?” he’d said then added, “I mean David.”

“You like calling me daddy?”

JD nuzzled into my neck. “Yeah.”

“It’s fine but…”

JD pushed back from our horizontal embrace, eyes wide. “But what?!”

“I gotta pee!” I said and bounded out of the bed to the toilet.

His boyish giggle was pure joy.

Mutually relieved after nearly breaking morning wood in half to get a trickle we resumed our in-bed chat.

“So?” he said.

“Maybe it can be real.” He frowned so I added, “I’m willing to find out.”

He pounded my face with kisses, then winced, touching a finger to his lip where he’d been slapped.

I kissed my finger and touched it to the spot, which moved as he smiled.

“Daddy?”

“Yes?”

“I gotta.”

I had an idea what he wanted. “Say it,” I said, much as he had when taking me the day before.

“I need to…”

“You have to say it.”

“I need to tie you up.”

“Why?”

JD frowned. “You don’t want to?”

“I didn’t say that. I like you, JD. Please tell me… why’s it important to you? I want to understand.”

“I never talked about it before.”

I looked at him, waiting for more.

“Before yesterday it was just because I liked to… umm… be in control?” he said, finding the words. “But then… with you… I want you so much it’s like... I want to own you… make you mine.”

“I felt that yesterday… when you kissed me.”

“I never kissed anybody when I had ‘em tied up. Just sex… but you… make me crazy.”

I chuckled. “You’ve got a helluva way of showing that.”

JD’s boyish giggle was the opposite of his true dominant nature.

“But daddy…” he said. “I’m only ever a top. Don’t try and change me.”

“I like you just how you are, JD.”

He covered my face with kisses then spoke.

“So?”

“Now?”

“Duh,” he said, grinding his hard pole into my hip.

The horn dog had brought rope with him, maybe the same one used before. He tied me up again but that first morning together was different – and not just because I consented. The affection he’d hinted at was turned on full volume now, deeper than any I’d ever experienced.

That morning I entered an unfamiliar exciting new sensory dimension. Bound securely, forced to endure and accept pleasure, feeling desired to the point of being owned by a fifteen-year-old.

I learned no compass is capable of guidance in JD’s topsy-turvy world. So I went with gut instinct and threw myself into the moment. The emotional connection made the sex more intense than the day before. Sucking, fucking, rimming, and other depraved acts led to multiple orgasms. He excelled in constant kisses when my mouth wasn’t otherwise occupied or covered by his hands lest the neighbors think we had a National Geographic elephant mating documentary turned on loud.

If somebody’d told me the day before JD would capture my heart as well as my ass

I’d have laughed.

After that morning it felt like a preordained path.

Once JD’s abundant sexual energy had been spent it was time to take action – right after a breakfast where he consumed two times his body weight in pancakes.

I called my old professor. Two days earlier we’d caught up over our annual vacation lunch. I’d met him and his wife my sophomore year and we became close friends. Since then they’d both gained tenure and fostered numerous kids, some of whom had gone on to great success as adults. All of them were better off for having lived there.

I left my phone on speaker so JD could listen in.

“We haven’t fostered in a year,” Frank said.

“But we’d consider it,” Patricia added in the background.

“His foster dad slapped him,” I said.

“That’ll never do.” I knew Frank’s fists were clenching when he spoke.

We agreed to meet for lunch but needed to come up with a story.

“They’re gonna ask how we met,” I said.

“Should I start with how you were jerking off perving on us boys?” JD giggled. “Or go right to the part where you asked me to…”

“Okay, okay… how about this…” I continued with an explanation that became our standard answer when pressed for details.

It was hard to tell who was more wary: JD or Frank. Patricia was instant mom from the moment she hugged the boy, furrowing her eyebrows as she looked at his wounded mouth. JD and Frank oozed suspicion born of disappointment as they talked.

“So how did you guys meet?” Frank said.

JD launched into a trial run of our fictional story about how on my bike ride I found the boy down by the river, crying with a bloody lip from being slapped. Frank was kind enough to nod his head and only rolled his eyes when JD’s attention turned to Patricia. He wasn’t buying it, but when he shrugged I figured it really didn’t matter.

When Frank laughed at some smart-ass comment JD made I knew they’d be fine.

Twenty years of providing care gets you lots of connections, so JD was moved to Frank and Patricia’s before the end of the day. The fosters were deemed unfit and their home closed down. JD mouthed a ‘fuck you’ as he carried a meager backpack with all his earthly possessions past them. When the man had scowled at JD the cop interviewing him took it personally. We all smiled when he was put into the back seat of the patrol car.

That left Trev in temporary foster care.

“Don’t take this wrong, but if Trev isn’t taken care of I can’t stay here,” JD said after speaking to a crying Trev that evening.

A few more well-connected phone calls later Frank and Patricia had gone from zero to two boys in 24 hours.

Still short of the four I’d had in an hour or two down by the river.

While Patricia showed JD and Trev their new bedroom Frank pulled me aside.

“You did the right thing, David… I don’t care how you two met,” he said with a smirk. “I see how JD looks at you and that tells me everything I need to know.”

I smiled and shrugged at being caught.

“But you need to step up.”

“Are the boys going to be too much for you?”

“No. Can’t you see it? That boy’s got it bad for you. I can handle turning a boy around and getting him on track. But lovesick isn’t in my curriculum.”

Six weeks later I moved into a duplex five blocks away from JD, working remotely. It wasn’t as simple as it sounds but good things never are.

Frank’s version of stepping up meant me taking part in improving both JD’s and Trev’s grades and occasional weekend stay-overs as a reward for good behavior.

Two months into tutoring the boys JD showed up at my home for his afternoon session. He held out an envelope, his eyes red, sniffling. I saw the school district logo, knew it was his grades, and thought the worst.

“Hey, no matter what, we’ll keep working on it, okay?” I’d said, taking the envelope from him. JD grabbed me in a hug, his mouth near my ear.

“Open it.”

Still holding onto the teen I’d unfolded his grades. Two A’s, four B’s, one Pass.

“My first A’s… ever,” JD said, his voice cracking.

Then my eyes got red and I was sniffling.

I pushed back to see his face. “I am so proud of you.”

“Trev got four B’s and a C.”

“Oh?”

“His highest ever.”

“I’m proud of him too.”

The hug was back on, JD’s face nuzzled into my chest so that I could just make out what he said.

“Thank you, daddy.”

“It’s worth it, JD.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I know you’re gonna grow up into someone special and I’m glad I can help.”

JD shuddered, his voice cracking as he tried to speak. “I… um… love you… David.”

“I love you too.”

“No, I mean I love you love you, like real, forever,” JD said, giving me the teen definition of deep abiding love.

I pulled out of the hug so I could see his face. “Explain.”

“I… umm… it’s… I only…”

“How many ‘A’s does it take to be able to explain?”

JD’s jaw dropped as he pushed back against our embrace.

“You’re a mean daddy,” he’d said, fighting a smile.

“So?”

“But I still want you. Only you. Forever.”

Forever is a romantic notion of time that changes as one grows older. It morphs from infinite to finite. I was being presented with the opportunity to love this boy, knowing each day was a gift I’d never expected to receive.

Tutoring was canceled that day so JD could receive his reward for getting A’s. He insisted that he’d used only one ‘A’ credit for tying me to the bed and filling both my mouth and ass with teen cum, I wasn’t in a position to argue but he did have a captive audience for a chat as we lay in bed cuddling.

His breath caressed my ear when he spoke. “Do you love me?”

He shuddered when I ran my tongue from his neck up to his earlobe.

“Of course.”

“Say it.”

“I love you, Jeremy Dawson... even when you don’t tie me down and force me to say it.”

The payback had been immediate and painful, as my left nipple was turned to full max.

“Ahhhhhh!” I pulled on the ropes binding my hands to the headboard. JD liked to keep me tied up for awhile after sex and I’d come to enjoy the dichotomy of being ‘forced’ to cuddle and kiss.

“Be a good daddy and say it nice.”

“I love you.”

JD untied me and I wrapped my arms around his little waist, pulling him tight.

“I love you,” I said again. “I mean love you love you, like real, forever’”

JD smirked at my using his words and hugged me back.

“Do you think I’d move here and change my life just because I liked you?”

“So it’s not just the hot sex?” Now it was his turn to be the smart-ass.

It was time to exploit his weakness. I dug my nails into his sides and the teen went from toned muscle to liquid laughter in seconds.

“Noooooo… stop… no fair…” he said between laughs.

And so what started on the bike trail became a life I hadn’t planned on, at times beautiful, frustrating, satisfying, difficult, but always filled with love.

A month after I moved in, on a stay-over Saturday night, JD’s phone went off at midnight three times in as many minutes with texts.

“We gotta go Daddy, Sammy’s getting the shit beat out of him by his mom’s boyfriend.”

Ten minutes later my headlights lit up the front porch of a white trash shack posing as a home.

A thick man with a balding mullet haircut was demonstrating the literal definition of the stained wife beater he was wearing as I watched him push a small woman down.

Sammy climbed the guy, fists pounding the asshole’s back, only to be thrown and join his mom.

“Fucking faggot!” he said, turning towards me and bringing a flabby arm up to block my high-beams.

I hate that word.

JD stepped towards the man and only then did I realize he’d grabbed the bat we kept by the front door for emergencies.

I grabbed him just in time to prevent a homicide.

“I’m gonna kill ‘im!” JD said, pulling at my grip.

“Be ready with the bat,” I said, stepping past him towards the porch.

“What the fuck do you want,” the man slurred. “You’re too late for that faggot’s cherry,” he added, pointing at a defiant Sammy.

That ugly word again.

I smelled his toxic breath before I even stepped onto the porch. Sammy’s mom went to get up.

“Stay the fuck down, bitch!”

This man needed a vocabulary lesson.

“You ready to take on a man?” I said, wanting him to be angry because it’d fuck up his moves.

He furrowed his one hairy full-width eyebrow.

I stared into his glassy bloodshot eyes as I walked up to arms length away and took a knife edge stance, arms bent and ready. His next move would determine where he’d land.

He sneered and telegraphed his right hand swing as he lurched towards me. I stepped to the side and used his momentum to introduce him to a porch column, hoping it could handle the impact of two-hundred pounds of ignorance. I added a kidney punch for good measure, my fist burrowing into his fatty flesh before he let out an ‘oof.’

When he turned around I saw the long deep gash on his forehead where the edge of the column had lacerated his skin to the white bone.

Blood was quick to flow, the man wobbling as the damage effects worked their way past his alcoholic anesthesia.

Streams of red flowed into his eyes. He reached up to wipe them aside then held his hand out. His focus went from me to the blood then back again as his rage grew.

He took a step towards me.

“You…” was all he got out as Sammy pushed him with all his might.

Asshole hit his head on landing and it was lights out.

Then my arms were filled with a grateful boy who burrowed his head into my chest and started sobbing.

JD helped Sammy’s mom to her feet and they both joined me in a victory hug.

The cops arrived. The man went to the ER on the way to jail. I noticed one handsome muscular young officer was taking lots of time and care with Sammy.

With encouragement and help Sammy’s mom, Eleanor, moved on in a few ways. She found a new lover – a woman. Her new girlfriend’s name was Candice and together they provided Sammy with the home life he deserved.

Sammy came every week or two to see JD and I didn’t ask about the noises from the spare room. Boys will be boys and I was confident in my new role as JD’s sub daddy - a label I’d never have entertained until that day on the bike trail.

Six months after we’d all met JD pulled me aside when Sammy showed up.

“You need to see this,” he said. “Sammy’s… umm… grown.”

“I’ve noticed. He’s almost as tall as you.”

“That’s not what I mean.”

JD walked me to the spare room, opening the door to reveal Sammy lying on the bed wearing nothing but a goofy grin, with a six-point-five inch dripping hard boy cock in his hand.

My jaw dropped.

“Hi daddy,” Sammy said, then giggled as he waved his growth spurt at me.

JD’s breathe brushed my ear as he whispered. “He needs to top you, daddy. You’re the only one he wants for that.”

That’s as close as JD got to asking me to please his otherwise bottom friend.

Sammy’s new size gave him confidence - and allowed him to hit the spot as he plowed into me. JD’s dominant control nature meant I was tied face down, gagged, spread-eagle, pillows under my waist to position my ass just so.

I rolled my hips and tightened my hole until Sammy’s familiar squeal erupted the same time as his cock.

JD took Sammy’s place.

“So fucking hot watching my daddy take boy cock,” he said, hand over my mouth to muffle my groans from his almost seven-inch prostate tickler.

He erupted into me, marking his territory as I stained the sheets hands free.

Sammy visited less often over time.

“He’s got a boyfriend,” JD told me.

“So long as he’s happy and safe.”

“He couldn’t be safer.”

I found out later what JD meant.

Sammy had boasted about his handsome, muscular, hung boyfriend but was so secretive we joked that he was fictional.

Then one random time JD and I saw Sammy with a man at the mall. I thought I recognized the late twenties, handsome guy, muscles bulging in a tight t-shirt. Brief moments of affectionate body language could’ve been taken for a father-son relationship but JD and I knew the truth. Sammy wore a proud smile, winked at us, and nodded to confirm this was his boyfriend.

A week later at an intersection I looked over to a police car on my left. Same guy from the mall, in uniform and then it hit me: he was the cop from the night Sammy’s mom’s ex-boyfriend went to jail. A honking car horn pulled me out of my stupor when I didn’t move on the green light. Sammy’s boyfriend, the cop, nodded and we both moved off.

“Does he use handcuffs on you?” Trev asked the next time Sammy came over for dinner. Sammy’s blush answered that.

Kai had been right: Trev was a mess. JD played the big-brother mediator when things would flare up with Frank and Patricia. He had a way of talking Trev down, getting him back on track. Teenage hormones and past abuse were a volatile combination. My home became a safe-zone for the two when they needed a time-out. Trev started having more good days than bad. But even after four months he still called them Frank and Patricia. I was over for a dinner to celebrate JD being on honor roll and Trev getting his first ‘A’ grades – two of them.

Frank had lifted his glass in a toast. “To my boys, who’ve made Patricia and me very proud.”

“Here, here,” I said, then looked at the two of them for a response.

“Thank you,” JD said, getting up to kiss Patricia on the cheek and shake Frank’s hand.

Not to be outdone, Trev followed suit. Patricia pulled him into a hug after getting her kiss.

Trev’s typical adolescent whine included something Patricia had been hoping for. “Aww… mom…”

I saw her eyebrows raise as she pressed her lips together to keep from crying in joy.

Trev’s handshake with Frank went long and as the two looked at each other the teen’s mouth started quivering, eyes furrowed. He dove into a hug, his muffled, “Thank you, dad,” just loud enough for all to hear. Frank was in tears as he held the sobbing boy.

It got better at their home after that.

A week later JD and Trev were on a stay-over so that the ‘rents,’ as they called them, could have some peace and quiet.

As we sat there watching TV I glanced at Trev, who was staring at me. I knew the look. The same one boys had given me over the years that meant they wanted a daddy top. It was unexpected coming from Trev, all things considered.

“He likes you,” and a shrug was all I got out of JD when I mentioned it in the kitchen.

“Daddy, I need a big favor,” JD said later that evening. “Trev needs a daddy for an hour.”

“Aren’t I already kinda like that?”

“Umm… I mean… a top daddy.”

“Uhh…” was all I could get out of my slack-jawed mouth.

“Yeah… um… well he’s really horny and you’re the only man he trusts.”

“So he wants to…?”

“Ride you. That’s all. He wants to feel what it’s like when it’s his choice.”

“But…”

“He needs this daddy. Please. For me?”

I was in new territory, being asked by my now sixteen-year-old lover to top his best friend as a favor. Of course being JD there were conditions.

For Trev’s ‘favor’ I was tied nude, spread-eagle, face up this time – JD had to be in control. Trev walked into the bedroom, looking sheepish. The boy had denied wanting a cock in his ass the first time we met and was now going to use mine. Lust makes for strange bedfellows I guess.

Trev had grown an inch in the six months since that day on the bike trail, still lean and toned, looking healthier from having a stable home life. His eyebrows raised when he looked at my groin, no doubt noticing I was now shaved smooth there. It was something JD had done one time while I was tied up and now insisted upon even though he got to keep his light fuzz. He called me his ‘daddy boy’ on shaving nights.

I hadn’t topped since that day on the bike trail, my sexual energy converted to pleasing JD, the emotional payoff more than compensating.

At least I thought so until I felt Trev’s tight ass slide down my hard dick. Smooth warm flesh rested on my shaved groin as his cock dripped out a glob of precum. I was in pleasurable familiar territory again.

My view was interrupted when JD leaned down to whisper in my ear. “This is for both of you. Trev needs you and… umm… you’ve been a good daddy so this is your reward.”

Unconventional but my boy knew how to take care of me.

He also knew how to take care of himself, straddling me and pushing his own dripping cock against my lips. My moans and groans that afternoon were muffled by JD’s now-six-point-five-incher and wrinkled rosebud being pleasured by my mouth while Trev used me like a daddy-dildo on his needy hole.

“Daaaaddy…” One or both of the boys moaned.

JD ground his quivering hole into my mouth, my tongue going where no other flesh was allowed. Then he’d lift so he could jam his pulsing cock into my mouth, reaching back and twisting my nipples – a move that never failed to put me into overdrive. As he wound up for release his light pubes banged into my lips.

Trev whined as his hole gripped me, hips gyrating, driving my cock-head against his prostrate to push him over the edge. He brushed aside JD’s hands and used my nipples like dials, turning my moans to full volume.

Smooth teenage flesh assailed my mouth, cock, groin and senses as I pulled against the ropes, helpless to do anything but ride a tidal wave of pleasure. Trev’s orgasm gripped my cock and had me gushing, the vibrations from my deep moans summoning a batch of JD’s salty sweet boy-cum.

Then blackness, but not from passing out. Trev had fallen forward, pushing JD down on my face like the next domino.

I licked JD’s now sensitive cock-head so he’d move and let me breathe.

“Ahh…!” It worked and he rolled over to my left side. Trev lifted off my cock and laid on my right.

JD draped his left leg and arm over me, leaned in and started kissing.

Then light kisses started on my right side as another skinny leg was draped over me.

A whisper breathed into my right ear. “Thank you daddy.”

I turned my head towards the source. Trev’s smile was the most genuine I’d ever seen on his heading-towards-handsome face. I blew him a kiss and he blushed.

JD let this go on for a moment before he asserted his alpha ownership and pulled my head to the left for kisses and his own whisper.

“You’re a good daddy,” he said. “But don’t get too used to this.”

JD was true to his word. I was Trev’s surrogate daddy top only on rare occasion as he became comfortable accepting his bottom nature and found a better ride.

One Friday afternoon I opened the door and saw a familiar face: Kai. Nine months out from that day on the bike trail he’d put on a few more inches and a lot more muscle. He was a stunning seventeen-year-old who’d started community college at all of our insistence.

That night he was Trev’s date. The noises from the spare bedroom later told JD and me they were a happy couple.

“I… umm… want to… umm… thank you,” Kai said to me the next morning while the other two teens were occupied. “What you did for JD… and Trev… you didn’t have to but…” He stopped, a tear in the corner of an eye. “Trev was so messed up.”

I nodded.

“After what we did… I woulda never thought…”

I laughed. “Me neither but here we are.” His strong hug left me breathless.

Time passed. JD’s eighteenth birthday was tomorrow. It meant he’d be free from the state foster system and able to make his own choices, like where he lived and attended university. The party would be at Frank and Patricia’s.

“I’ll tell you where I’ve decided to go to school at the party,” JD said as we stood in the kitchen getting breakfast ready.

“Umm… okay.” I thought he was waiting because he’d decided to attend university out of state and was saving the bad news for later.

“I love you, DJ.” He’d taken to calling me that in the past year when he discovered the concept of ‘ying-yang,’ and how our initials were the opposite of each other.

“I love you too, so why can’t you tell me now?”

“I thought it was adults who were always telling kids to be patient?”

“How many ‘A’s?” I said, reminding him of when I questioned his smarts.

“All ‘em, daddy. All of ‘em.” JD had his own come-backs now, and the grades to back them up.

“Be clean for tonight,” JD said, grabbing my ass to indicate his plans as he walked by after we’d eaten and washed the dishes

It was shorthand for his plans to take me that evening.

JD’s exams, college search and busy life had produced a horny teenage lover who’d had to subsist on only blowjobs for pressure release the past three days. He hadn’t let me cum, a part of exercising his dominant nature. JD had unique ways of showing his love for me. My cock twitched thinking of how JD’s passion would play out on my bound but willing body in a few hours.

It was Friday night, JD’s 18th birthday was tomorrow.

“You know you’re mine, daddy?”

“Mmm hmm.”

I groaned into the gag as JD twisted both nipples, wrists tied to the bed’s headboard, ankles to the base, my naked body stretched out and vulnerable to the lusty teen’s desires.

“You’ve been a good daddy,” he said, pulling the gag out and covering my mouth with his, kissing, a probing tongue muffling my moans as he flicked my tortured nipples.

“You belong to me,” JD said in a tone usually associated with a romantic declaration.

Such was our unique, erotic pairing.

“I have something for you,” he said, gagging me, then moving up to straddle my chest and reaching back for my cock.

JD pressed his lips together, furrowed his eyebrows like an unsure schoolboy and pointed my dripping dick at his hole.

“Umm hmm! Umm hmm!”

He pulled the gag away from my mouth.

“No,” I said.

“Daddy, you’ve given me so much and… I can’t pay you back… but…” JD said, lowering his head so he was inches away. “Don’t you want to…?”

“I want you,” I said.

JD tilted his head, looking for an explanation.

“I’m honored you’d offer to give that to me but it’s not who you are.”

“But I can…”

“It’s not your nature, JD. I fell in love with a unique, special boy. I figured out way back I need to take the whole package or none,” I said. “Do you really want to bottom or just please me?”

“I want to make you happy.”

“Then be the sexy, horny boy I met that day, with the love you’ve given along the way.”

A tear fell down each of JD’s cheeks. He brushed them off with the back of his hand, and spoke through his kisses.

“I love you so much. I want you forever daddy.”

“Me too… does this mean you’ll choose…” I said, referring to taking the scholarship at the university here in town.

“Tomorrow daddy… when I’m eighteen… I’ll explain everything,” he said. “But now you need to be a good daddy boy and get on your stomach.”

It was nearly midnight when JD blasted his third load into my cummy hole. He’d been edging me in between each of his orgasms and I was desperate for release. He started stroking me with one hand, the other twisting a nipple, kissing me to muffle my loud moaning as he turned up the sexual heat.

My volcanic release had me levitating my hips off the bed as six strong shots splattered my chest, my deep moan turning into a wail. I felt faint, panting, searching for oxygen.

“I love you,” I said when able to catch my breath. “I love you forever.”

“Daddy… daddy…” JD said, kissing me as I felt his warm tears on my cheeks.

As we fell asleep in each other’s arms I wondered how long forever would be.

It was a full house at Frank and Patricia’s. Kai was there for Trev. Sammy came with his two moms. JD was aloof, not quite as happy as I’d expect someone who’d reached legal age and could make his own decisions now – especially about where he’d attend school for the next four-plus years.

“We’ve got a few things to celebrate here tonight,” Frank said. “Let’s start with Trev first.”

The loud-mouthed boy from the bike trail now blushed as he stood up, holding Kai’s hand for support, all eyes on him.

“I… umm… just made the honors class at school and… umm… it’s because of you guys. Mom, dad, David, Sammy… and Kai,” he said, stooping down for a quick kiss on the beaming teen. “I never thought I’d have a family ever…” he added, his voice cracking. “Thank you.”

He let go of Kai’s hand and stood in front of JD and spoke, pausing when the emotion became too great. “But mostly ‘cause of you… I never had a brother ‘til I found you. You got me in with the best fosters ever… put up with my bullshit and helped me with everything… I… umm… love you Jeremy…”

“I love you Trevor,” JD said as he stood up. He embraced Trev, hugging as a few tears were shed. Then it was a group hug, all of us teary-eyed.

“Y’all made me cry,” Trev said, wiping his face as we returned to our seats. His radiant smile was a world away from the snarling boy I’d met that day on the bike trail.

“My turn,” JD said, moving to the center of our group. “I turned eighteen at midnight. I used to wish for this day to come sooner, ‘cause my fosters were so evil. Then I met you two,” JD said, stepping in front of Frank and Patricia. “You changed my life and I… can… never… repay you… for…” Frank and Patricia were on their feet, pulling JD into the safety of a hug as he let out a few sobs.

“We love you JD,” Patricia said. “And you Trev,” she added.

“You better, I still got a year left here,” Trev said, laughing.

That let some air out and then it was just JD standing again, right in front of me, holding out his hand. I took it and stood.

“This man… David… I umm... now that I’m eighteen I need to ask him a question,” JD said, holding my hands in his. “Can we be official boyfriends now?”

My mouth hung open, I couldn’t speak, so I nodded.

“Say it.”

“Yes… please,” I said.

“Can we live together? ‘Cause I’m going to school here in town.”

My eyes grew teary and I pressed my lips together to stave off crying, pulling JD into a hug, feeling his damp tears run down my neck.

I looked around around the room. Frank and Patricia were smiling like the proud parents they’d become. Trev rested his head on Kai’s muscular shoulder, their love obvious. Sammy’s moms hugged the happy teen between them.

Pulling back from our embrace I looked at JD. “Why didn’t you tell me what you’d decided?”

“’Cause I wanted you to know it was an adult decision… so you’d know it’s my choice – and that I choose you.”

“I’ve kind of got used to things being your choice,” I said.

JD smiled and leaned into me and spoke so only I could hear. “You’re a good daddy.” Then for all he added, “So what’s it going to be?”

Now it was my turn. I started with the elephant in the room.

“Frank, Patricia, I’m sure it comes as a great surprise that JD wants me to be his boyfriend.”

The both doubled over in laughter until Frank managed to speak. “Pretty long courtship but we kinda had it figured out, although we should warn him David’s a control freak.”

So they didn’t really have it all figured out.

“We’re happy for you,” Patricia added, her genuine smile a blessing.

I turned and faced JD, a hand on each shoulder.

“I’m honored you’d want me to be my boyfriend, but what are your long term intentions?”

The room went silent.

“To… umm… finish college?” JD said.

“And after that?”

JD paused, then smiled as he got it. “To love you forever.”

“Aww…” Sammy said.

“That’ll do,” I said, pulling him into a tight hug.

JD’s breathe caressed my ear as he whispered.

“And to make puppies. Lots of puppies.”

SOME TIME LATER…

“Hello.”

“JD, it’s Trev.”

“Hey.”

“I’ve got a boy for you.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. Fifteen years old. He’s on his third foster family this year. Nobody wants him.”

“And?”

“He’s perfect for you and DJ.”

“That’s what you said about Colin.”

“And you guys did a great job with him. He graduated a month ago and he’s moving on campus, so now you have room for a new boy.”

“Do you get a bonus for placing fosters there at Family Services?”

“No, my bonus is when I go home to Kai at night.”

“Still a smart-ass.”

“I’ll bring him by at 4:00pm, okay?”

“What’s his name?”

“Nathan. Nathan Edwards. He’ll remind you and David of me ten years ago.”

THE END