Date: Thu, 9 Aug 2018 05:21:02 +0000 From: Dylan Greene Subject: Black Creek Boys: Chapter Four DISCLAIMER: M/m This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental. This story contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts of boys and men. It contains graphic scenes of sex between consenting underage boys with adult males. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18, do not read it. If it is illegal to read such material where you live or if you find the topic distasteful, then please stop reading now. You have been warned. This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading pleasure or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them at your own site, please contact the author for permission. If you have enjoyed this or other stories on Nifty, consider donating to keep the service free. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Author's Note: Well now, it's certainly been a minute since I last posted, for that I apologize, life just has a way of screwing things up and then leaving us stranded in a mess. Anyway, I hope those that have expressed interest in this story so far will continue to enjoy Black Creek Boys. For those just now seeing this stor for the first time, I hope you all enjoy your time reading as well. If you would like to contact me at greene_d_1987@hotmail.com feel free,feedback is, of course, always welcome. Chapter Four It had been about ten minutes since Zack had mentioned what it was like to go to war, at least what he thought it was like. He wasn't wrong, not really, but gunfire hadn't really been what had crossed my mind. Instead of dwelling on it, I decided I'd talk to Zack about it later so we could focus on sitting in the living room and eating ice cream as we watched a movie. It wouldn't do to dwell on such things for the time being I told myself. I found Zack wearing a set of black pajamas that looked like fake silk when I walked in and Daniel was wearing a similar set of red pajamas that were far too large for him. I offered the older boy a nod of approval for sharing with his brother, though he turned away from me as I did so. I was starting to get the mild impression that Zack might dislike me for some reason. Daniel at least seemed excited to be allowed to pick the movie himself, though Alex was looking through the movies with him offering his own preferences to the mix, not that Daniel seemed to be paying much mind to his brother. Daniel would bring a couple movies over to Zack to see if he liked any of them and every time the young boy walked he had to hold the bottoms of his pajamas up or they'd fall to reveal his boxer briefs underneath, not that I much minded the view when he'd bend over to pick the red colored pants back up. Alex on the other hand seemed to have gone through my drawers again as he was wearing a thin white t-shirt of mine that hung down so that only a thin line of his underwear was visible below the hem. A pleasent view all in it's own, as every movement caused the fabric to sway and pull across various parts of his body, revealing the shape of the boy underneith. The boys finally landed on "The Color Purple," bit of an odd choice for boys their age, but apparently Daniel had recognized Whoopi Goldberg from the movie Ghost and wanted to watch another movie with her in it. I couldn't blame his reasoning, Whoopi was an excellent actress and I was rather fond of the movie myself. At first Alex and Zack both asked me what the movie was about, Daniel didn't seem to care, but rather than tell them I figured it would be better to let them watch it and find out for themselves. I knew I had the book around on one of the bookshelves littered around the house. Perhaps another day I could get the boys to search it out, they might just find an interest in some of the other books I owned and would learn a thing or two from reading real literature. It didn't take long for the boys to become engrossed in the movie in front of them. With Alex leaning into my right side, I put my arm around him as Zack moved around on my left side and Daniel lay his head on his eldest brother's thigh. Within five minutes the boys had gone silent and seemed to forget their ice cream. When the sisters were separated, Zack had to stifle his tears and Alex was only managing to maintain his silence as his face broke into a river of sadness. The thought hadn't struck me until this moment that Zack had been thrown out of his house much in the same way the two sisters in the movie had been forced apart. Before long, the movie had come to a close, the boys sat, still silent and eating their melted ice cream, as I stood up to walk into the kitchen. Zack actually followed me, throwing the empty carton of black cherry ice cream into the trash before he moved to the sink to clean off his spoon. I watched him pause for a moment as he scanned his surroundings attempting to find where to put the spoon. I pointed to a counter next to the sink and soon enough he'd put the spoon with the rest of the silverware as I started prepping for dinner. It was almost five in the afternoon so it'd be an early dinner, but considering how late myself and the younger two boys had stayed up last night and how little sleep we'd managed to get, I thought it best to get a good night's rest. "Uncle Dylan?" Zack asked, his tone didn't have the same confidence he seemed to have around his brothers, or his Romeo, he sounded far more like a child. In a way, it was adorable, but it also made me nervous to an extent, which confused me even further. "Yes Nephew Zack?" I said in a tone that told the boy that he and his brothers calling me "Uncle" every time they spoke to me was starting to annoy me. I had stopped moving to look at him while he worked up the courage to ask whatever it was that was on his mind. "Well, Dylan." He smiled knowingly, clearly understanding the point of my tone of voice. "Do you really plan on adopting us? Alex told me that you asked them about it before coming to find me." The fear in the boy's voice caused me to grow concerned, which just seemed to make Zack grow paler when he saw the look on my face. "I would love to adopt you boys, but what's got you so scared? You're starting to look like you've seen a ghost." I asked in response. To be honest, I hadn't even considered the idea of not taking the boys into my home, they were family after all, and more importantly they were just children in need of a home. "Well, Alex and Daniel." Zack stopped hesitantly, looking away from me as if he was about to cry. "Alex and Daniel, they just seem to really like you is all." I gave Zack a puzzled look which seemed to frustrate him a bit. "I don't understand, I'm not sure what you're asking. I love you and your brothers, Zack. I know we haven't really known each other long but I'm not your mother. Family is actually important to me." The fourteen year old looked at me with a hateful glare when I told him I loved him and his brothers, but it softened shortly after as the boy put his hand on his forehead and sat down at the kitchen table. "That's what I mean." Zack said, confounding me further yet again. He wasn't really making a lot of sense to me yet, as his thoughts seemed to be jumping back and forth in his mind. "They seemed to love you and you say you love us." He paused again, looking to see if I'd grown upset at his accusation that I might be lying when I said I loved them I offered a sigh in response and turned to the side slightly, lost in thought as I was trying to find the right words for a reply. I wanted to affirm that I truly loved my nephews, but considering all Zack had been through in his life, everything I already knew and the mountain of things I had yet to figure out, I doubted he would ever trust my word. I turned away from him fully as he continued watching me as I reached for a cutting board and started cutting a slab of beef into small steaks. I heard Zack snort before standing to leave. "I figured as much." It was clear by the way the words choked in his voice that he'd started crying. He was a bit too old for me to comfort him the way I had done with Daniel and Alex so I opted to just tell him the truth. "I don't expect you to believe me Zack, no matter how many times I tell you I love you I'm just gonna be sounding like your mother." Zack halted at that, growing silent as I could practically here his head whip around to look at me. "She use to do the same thing to me when I was Alex's age." I could hear that he'd stopped crying, probably shocked at how well I'd hit the nail on the head. "What do you mean?" Zack asked with a sense of sympathy in his voice rather than the same accusatory disdain he'd had just moments prior. I paused for a moment before laying the knife down on the wooden board and leaned into the counter. "I was only eleven when your mother left. Our parents had died a few years before Sarah ran off, but she would always tell me she loved me. No matter what she'd done or how long she'd been away from home." I paused, I might not have choked up like the boys did from time to time, but I was sure Zack could hear the emotions in my voice as I told him of my own experiances with abandonment. "Mom told us about your mom and dad. The way she told it, your dad was like Paul, but your mother was nice." Zack offered quietly, moving closer to stand next to me at the counter. "It'll take time Zack, knowing someone loves you isn't something that just happens overnight. Love can take a moment to take root and a lifetime to really bloom." I said as I turned my head to the side to face him in his black fake-silk pajamas. "If you wouldn't mind, I'd like to spend that lifetime proving to you how much I truly love the three of you. I do have an idea on how to start though." After a few more seconds I washed the blood from the meat off my hands and headed off in the direction of my study. "Come on, I have something I want to show you." As Zack and I walked past the living room, we noticed Daniel had fallen asleep and it looked like Alex would be following suit shortly. After a few quiet whispers, Zack and I decided we could eat the steaks for dinner tomorrow and go to bed instead. I'd figure out something lighter for Zack to eat tonight though, since he'd still need to eat before bed. Once we were both in my study, I told Zack to shut the door before I reached into the bottom drawer on the right side of my desk and pulled out a thick brown envelope. I handed the package to Zack as he took a seat at the chair in front of my desk and I sat on the desk itself right in front of him. His grey eyes went wide and he looked up at me after he read the black print on the package. "You have a will?" Zack asked cautiously. He looked like I'd handed him a bomb, the way he was carefully handling the package made me think it kind of scared him. "Yes I do, now open it. I want you to read two paragraphs, I'll point them out so you can skip all the legal stuff." I spoke calmly. I'd had this will made up back when I'd first made it back home after Iraq. I'd only been around the age of 22 at the time, but what I'd seen out there made many things about life a lot clearer. Once he'd located and read the two paragraphs I'd told him about, he looked up at me in confusion. "I don't understand, you'd never even met us." Zack asked of me. He seemed calmer, still lacking the confidence that he had around his brothers, but at least he didn't sound like he was mad at me anymore. "I didn't need to meet you to know I loved you. Besides, I knew that if your mother got a hold of this house and the land she'd just sell it off. I figured that by leaving it to my oldest niece or nephew, as I never got the chance to find out you were a boy before Sarah ran off, there would be a chance that you would keep it and raise a family here." Zack had tears in his eyes as he looked down at the papers in his hands. "You know, if you did raise a family here, you'd be the eighth generation of our family to do so. Or the seventh, assuming you and your brothers decide you don't want to live with me." Zack looked up at that Zack stood, dropped the papers onto the desk and gave me a hug. I returned the hug for a few moments before attempting to stand up, Zack tightened his grip on me as I'd moved to adjust my footing, it was in that small gesture that I fell in love with him all over again. I'd spent years wishing I'd known what happened to him and his mother. Wondering if he'd been born a boy or a girl, wanting to know the name of my own family member. There was just something about the way holding him against me made me feel like he was real. After all these years longing to know even the smallest of details about him, he was real and he was in my arms. A wave of emotion and pain rushed through me and in that moment, I cried out with such pain and heartache as tears began to leak from my eyes in a similer flood as the emotions breaking my heart. I landed on my ass with my oldest nephew in my arms. I clung to him and him to me as we both sat there holding each other sobbing for what seemed like hours. I couldn't believe I was finally holding him, after all these years, he was here and I had him in my arms. I wanted to pull him closer even as my arms were shaking in fear of him pulling away. He never did though, despite the fact that I was likely hurting him slightly with how tightly I was holding onto him. So much time had passed since he'd been born, flashes of memories that never had the chance to happen passed through my mind. Twelve year old me teaching Zack how to talk or walk, Holding him as an infant. Showing three year old Zack his new baby brother. Walking with him to his first day of school, or teaching him to swim for the first time. I'd missed out on so much with him, so much with all three of them. It wasn't long before both Alex and Daniel popped their heads into the study to see who was crying and as soon as they were within reach I pulled them both into my embrace as well. I'd stopped crying, but none of the boys asked if I was okay, they didn't need to. The saddness in my eyes was matched with their own and I knew they felt the same way as I did. "I love all three of you so much. I feel like I always have." The three sets of eyes looking at me, Zack with the same grey eyes I had, Alex with deep brown eyes like his mother, and Daniel with light brownish hazel, they sent waves of emotions rolling through my body. It was in their eyes that I saw the purest form of beauty I'd ever seen. "I love you to." Zack said as Alex cuddled up under my left arm and Daniel curled up into a ball between me and Zack, who was now sitting across from me in the floor. The the youngest yawning and Alex fighting a losing war against the weight of his eyelids, Zack pulled his youngest brother to him, cuddling the half-sleeping child. The four of us just sat there for what seemed like forever until Alex yawned and asked if he could sleep with me again. Zack looked at me with a mischievous grin, obviously Alex had told his brother more than Zack had let on, not that there had been much to tell about last night. "Of course Alex, you go ahead and go use the restroom before hopping in bed and I'll join you once I take Daniel to his room." The youngest boy had fallen asleep yet again, even with how little rest we had all gotten the night before, Daniel seemed more exhausted than Alex or myself, but he'd also had a tough day with that migraine of his. "I'll sleep with Daniel tonight, just in case he needs someone close by." Zack said after Alex left the room and I picked up Daniel, who moved and stretched in my arms, his far too large pajamas nearly falling off him as he did so. As we walked to the room Daniel had slept in, Zack tugged at my empty hand until he wrapped his own fingers around mine. It was another of his simple gestures, but I knew he was still trying to comfort me and it also told me that he understood what I'd tried to share with him. Once I put the sleeping boy under the covers, Zack pulled off Daniel's pajama top and cuddled up next to him. When I gave him an odd look, he responded. "He overheats in his sleep if he wears a shirt to bed." I offered him my own knowing grin before tucking them both in and kissing them on their foreheads. Zack stopped me just as I turned to leave the room, sitting up in bed to look at me which caused Daniel to whimper in his sleep and reach for the warmth of his older brother. "Dylan." Zack asked, once again sounding less confident then when he was around his brothers. "Yes?" I asked in response when he didn't say anything. I'd turned around and the faint glow from the front porch light could be seen at the edge of the window, it wasn't enough to let me see Zack's face and since it was still cloudy outside there was no moonlight to accomadate the growing darkness of the sky. Zack's stiletto was all I was greeted by. He'd taken a few more moments of hesitation to think about how he wanted to ask whatever he was about to ask. "Do you think I could live here with Alex and Daniel?" I could tell by the sense of axitey that he really wanted me to say yes, not that I'd ever say no. "Zack." I said with a hint of weariness as I was getting tired of repeating myself. "This house is as much your home as mine, it's older than all of us compined and too many members of our family have been born and buried on this land for me to ever have any right to tell you otherwise." I'd thought I'd made myself clear but Zack suprised me with his next question. "I understand that, but do you actually want us here?" I wanted to cry and shout and proclaim that I did indeed want them here with me, but I quitly realized that wouldn't have been the best way to respond to the boy. Instead, I opted to just speak plainly, and tell him the truth. "You know, when you were born I had just turned tweleve a few months beforehand. More than anything, I wish your mother had stayed and raised you and your brothers in this house. You'll only ever know me as an uncle, which is a shame, since, in a way, we could have been more like brothers." That seemed to statsfy whatever sense of uneasiness Zack still had as after a few more moments of just watching me in silence, he offered his goodnights and cuddled up next to his brother again, who had slept through our entire conversation. Before leaving, I whispered, "Love you." a second time as I turned to cross the hall. I couldn't hear him over the sound of the floorboards creaking underfoot, but I swear Zack return the saying as I cracked open the door to my own room. Upon entry, I was greeted by Alex sitting in the middle of the bed, still in my white t-shirt. Now, I had been hoping he'd sleep naked again, but as I stripped down to my boxers, I noticed the boy's boxer briefs laying in the floor next to the bed and smiled. Alex smiled back, clearly enjoying my little strip tease. Turning off the bedside table lamp as I slipped under the covers, Alex immediately started to cuddle up to my side, pulling my arm around him and repositioning my hand from his back where I'd put it to his hip, my thumb on the curve of his naval, pointed down towards his crotch. I just looked at him in surprise. I knew he'd tried to seduce me the night before, but it was actually starting to succeed this time. "Uncle Dylan, why aren't you mad about Zack being with Romeo? Momma and Paul wanted to kill them both." Alex had laid his head on my chest and was looking up at me only inches from my face as he'd asked. "I don't think Romeo would hurt Zack, and from how they treated one another it seemed like they really love each other." I offered. I was actually quite curious to know where this conversation was headed, as that had not been the question I'd been hoping for, but it still held promise. "But Romeo is a man and Zack is a teenager." Alex asked, his tone wasn't so much one of asking a question and more of one trying to get at something deeper. "Yes, but that doesn't mean they can't love one another. If Zack was in trouble I wouldn't hesitate to stop him from seeing Romeo, but I'd do that even if Romeo was Zack's age as well. Age and love are two different things, but love is the one that is important." I hoped my answer was satisfactory, but as Alex starting tracing his fingers around the feight edges of my abs, I figured he'd started to lose interest. "Does that mean you'd let me have a boyfriend? Even if he was a man?" I watched Alex for a few moments until he looked up at me to see why I hadn't said anything. "I don't think so Alex." I finally responded. The boy immediately pulled away from me and sat up, clearly upset. "That's not fair, Zack started playing with men when he was ten, and I'm older than he was." Alex demanded. "Fair? Alex, I wouldn't have let him start doing that at age ten either. But he and Romeo love one another and I see no reason to seperate them." I said, sitting up and facing the pissed off boy across the bed, glaring at me with those big brown eyes. "But Zack said..." Alex started, before going red in the face. "Enough about Zack, I don't want to hear what Zack said. You asked me and I said no, wether or not you think it is fair doesn't matter." I spoke in a soft tone, putting my hand on Alex's exposed knee. "I want to play with someone too. I know Zack likes guys and I think I do too, but Zack said-" Alex started before I cut him off again. "I already told you, no more of what Zack said. I'm sure you can find a boy to play with, there are boys of all ages in Black Creek and the surrounding area." I didn't really have an issue with the idea of a boy and a man togehter, but it'd be best for Alex to explore his budding sexuality with another boy before wandering into the world of men and all that came with it. "I don't want to play with boys, I want to play with someone that knows what their doing." Alex said, tears in his eyes. "No, I won't allow playing around with men, it's dangerous and most men won't care if they hurt you." It was Alex's turn to cut me off. "I don't want most men!" He shouted a little too loudly for my comfort before going red in the face again and looking away from me. "Alex, if you have something to say then say it. No more of what Zack said, if you want something then you have to ask for it yourself." It was clear to me what Alex was asking, I wasn't an idiot, he just didn't know how to go about asking me and I wanted to make sure he meant what he was saying. "I don't want you to be mad at me. I don't want you to throw me out the way Momma threw out Zack." Alex muttered quietly as his tears begun to pool over onto his face. As if in answer, I pulled him back to me, cradling his body in my lap so he was in a sitting position as he was facing me with his knees on either side of my hips. I slipped my right hand under the t-shirt he was wearing and began caressing his back. Eventually my fingers reached upward, past his shoulders and neck and into his hair as I pushed his head towards me so I could kiss his forehead. Alex relaxed against me and when I broke the kiss, he surprised me by kissing me back, this time kissing me on the lips. His inexperienced movements parallel the occasional shudder I felt run threw his body every time my hand ran up or down his spine, caressing his naked body inside the oversized shirt. Before long, both of his small hands were running across my chest, attempting to mimic what my own hands were doing to him. After a few minutes, I reached around and pulled the t-shirt off of him, revealing a hard two inch erection at the end of his naval. He seemed nervous, so I kissed him again to give him something to focus on as both of my hands set to work on his small body. As one hand continued holding him in place and exploring his back, nape, and the edge of the crack that split him from behind, the other caressed his collarbone, pecks, his soft yet flat stomach, and his thighs. I ran my fingers across his skin a few inches from his erection and he moaned in surprise, not so much at my touch but his own body's reaction to it. Even if he was still learning, his body already knew what was happening and responded in kind. His erection twitching every time I teased it by running by fingers slightly closer but not touching him just quite yet. I was pretty sure that I felt it begin to run through him before he even realized it himself, but as his body shuddered violently with his first dry orgasm, I watched the mixture of pleasure and fear rush through his eyes as he tried to both understand what was happening and enjoy it as much as possible. By the time it had passed, he was panting and all four of our hands had stopped roaming each other. He was still sitting in my lap, facing me, with his head cradled in my chest as exhaustion began to overtake him and his eyes grew heavy. "Not yet." He seemed to whisper to himself as he shook himself from sleep's embrace before kissing me again. "Zack said I would need to make sure you got to have fun too." Alex said sadly, as if he'd forgotten about me and only just realized it. I couldn't help but grin at that. "I told you not to worry about what Zack said, if you want to sleep we can always play again another night." I whispered back at him. He seemed a little disappointed as he reached behind him and grabbed my thigh before moving his hand to my crotch below him. "Alex, you're too tired for that right now." I said, scooting down and pulling him into a cuddle position so we were no longer sitting up but laying down with Alex held close to my body. "I want to, I want to play with you too Dylan." Alex said with a hint of whining in his voice, attempting to turn over to look at me but he was just too tired after his first orgasm. He managed to put a hand in my boxers though, and before he drifted off to sleep, he'd been muttering something about how large I was. I pulled his hand away from my crotch and soon enough I fell asleep with him in my arms, some of the most wondrous dreams visiting me all night until morning graced us with her presence. I woke up with Alex on top of me, his head on my shoulder and his hair in my face. I'd hardly noticed my eight inch erection standing up over him from between his thighs as I was simply transfixed by the sensation of the boy's weight on top of me and the rytham of his breathing against my own. One of my hands holding firmly to his ass while the other was wrapped around his lower back. I caressed his back and kissed his messy hair, which started to make the boy stir in my arms. As Alex began to wake, he stretched out with both his arms, pushing against the backboard of the bed and his legs pushed in the opposite direction, causing his thighs to tighten around my erection until they had me in a bit of a strangle hold. I moaned good morning as I almost came right then and there. Alex shuddered, obviously cold without any blankets and looked around for a few seconds before whispering good morning back to me before returning his head to my shoulder. As I looked at the clock on the bedside table to see it was just after six in the morning, Alex took notice of my morning wood and soon enough, his own erection stood at attention, poking me in the stomech. "Are we only allowed to play at night?" Alex asked through a yawn, causing me to laugh at his overeagerness to start the day off properly. "No, we can play with one another anytime we both agree to." He looked at me with a blank expression before looking back at my eight inch erection. "Can we play now? Before Daniel and Zack wake up?" He asked, rubbing his own erection absent mindedly. My mind swirled with possibilities, some I knew Alex would love, others he just wasn't ready for. I knew what I wanted to do, but for now I figured it would be best if we kept it simple. "Want to do what we did last night?" I asked the boy. He looked back up at me with a grin before looking back down at my morning wood. Before I'd managed to so much as say the word, no, he'd wrapped one of his hands around my shaft and began pulling on me. "Hey now, that hurts, be careful." I said suddenly as I sat up. He let go of me with a worried expresion written all over his face as he waited for me to yell at him. "Don't just pull, you'll hurt someone like that. Besides, you don't have to worry about making me feel good. I'm far more interested in learning what makes you feel good." I spoke with a grin on my face as I pulled the boy closer to me and kissed him. "But Zack said..." Alex had barely managed to mutter before he started kissing me back. As he was leaning forward to meet my kiss with his own, I reached out with my right hand and took hold of his own erection, causing the boy to gasp. "Dylan!" Alex moaned and whined into my mouth at the same time, obviously winching at the overwhelming sensations I was causing him. My left hand wrapped itself around Alex's neck, pulling him closer to me as my right hand continued to work his small pecker. My three middle fingers worked the boy's shaft as my thump caressed the tip of his penis gently and my pinkie nested itself just below his balls, poking him about where his prostrate would be located. It didn't take long for the first dry orgasm of the morning to flood the small boy's senses as he began to moan and gasp in pleasure at my touch. I pulled back just enough so I could watch his face contort and his body shudder before pulling the boy into my embrace so we could cuddle. Once he returned to the world from his orgasmic high, he began muttering something about how Zack had told him to return the favor before I stopped him by kissing him yet again. "Alex, I enjoy pleasing you, if that is all you want then I'm happy. Don't let Zack or me pressure you into anything beyond what you want. Okay?" Alex could tell I was being serious and that I hadn't just told him to stop listening to his older brother simply because I didn't care what the older boy had to say. "Are you mad that I asked Zack about this stuff?" Alex asked me, causing me to smile. He was so adorable and I could tell he wanted to please me so bad that it worried me. I didn't want him to end up feeling like he had to do anything to please me. "No, why would I be mad? That's what older siblings are for. However, Zack is more experianced then you are so he might tell you to do something you might not be ready for is all." I didn't really want to go into much detail as there was a good chance some of what I was talking about might just scare the poor boy. "I already know about gay sex Dylan, Zack had a bunch of porno magazines that got left when Mom and Paul threw him out." Alex spoke confidently as he looked up at me with a big grin. "You think you know Alex, there is a difference in the actual doing of it all. I'm willing to bet a lot of what you saw in those pornos would just hurt you if I played with you like that." He got real silent at that, and I knew he'd already figured this part out, but I doubted he much liked hearing it from me as well. "I know, I remember when Zack first started playing with men. He told me how a couple guys had hurt him really bad but that after a while he learned what kind of guy to stay away from." Normally I would have stopped him just like I had every other time Alex spoke about what Zack had said, but I decided against it in favor of learning more about what Zack had already been through. Everything I could learn about these boys would only help me out in the long run. "Remember when I told you I didn't want you playing with other men because there are those that could hurt you?" I asked Alex, who just nodded up at me from where he was cuddled up under my arm again. "You said that Zack was younger then you are now when he first started playing with men, and he got hurt. He's older now and it'd be easier for him to defend himself but your still small and a man could force himself on you." Alex's eyes got big as he finally understood just how those men had hurt his older brother. "I just thought some guys had gotten mad at him and hit him, I didn't know Zack was raped." Alex began to tear up and before long a few stray tears had managed to leak out the side of his eyes onto my shoulder and chest. "I never said he was raped, though it's possible. That's why I told you no. Even if Zack wasn't raped that doesn't mean some man might not try and hurt you like that." I held him closer to me as he calmed down through the tears. "Sorry, I didn't know." The boy replied, laying his head down on my upper chest, looking down at my now flaccid penis. "Hey, you got smaller." The boy observed, which caused me to chuckle. "Yeah, I do that now and then you know." I offered, still chuckling as he reached out and put his hand on my groin before looking back up at me as if to ask for permission. "Not now bud, perhaps tonight. You and I should really go hop in the shower before your brothers wake up and take all the hot water." I offered instead, hoping the idea of taking a shower together would be enough to keep him from being upset at being told no. "Do we have to? I don't want to get up just yet." Alex asked, pulling the blanket up over himself as he cuddled up under my arm again. It wouldn't take long for me to really get used to haveing a boy under my arm, there was something to be said about the intimacy of just being so close to another person, especially a child. "Well, we can still lay in bed for a while if you want breakfast later, but we'll still have to take a shower, even if it's cold. No buts." I figured given the time, we had a few options. Even if Zack and Daniel woke up, Zack was old enough to be able to feed himself and his youngest brother without us, though the prospect of a cold shower wasn't one I was looking forward to. Alex seemed to agree with my train of thought as he nestled up next to me even closer, his head on my bicep as I leaned in to kiss him. This time, I managed to get my tongue through his lips, though he didn't seem to like it so I pulled back. "I know I'm delicious, but don't actually eat me." Alex giggled. I couldn't help but laugh as well, as he'd managed to catch me a little off guard with that one. "To bad, eating you was next on my list. I think you might actually enjoy it too." I offered back with my own snicker. "What do you mean?" Alex asked, curiosity written all over his adorable face. He had the cutest little nose I'd ever seen. It was clear that he had some sort of understanding as to my meaning but I could also see the innocence hidden in plain sight all over his curiosity. "Well, you might not like my tongue in your mouth, but I can think of another place I'm willing to bet you'd love for me to put it." I whispered into his ear as I reached for his crotch yet again. This time, he wasn't hard but I still enjoyed the feeling of rolling the smooth skin around my fingers and I could tell by the slight moan that escaped him, that Alex was enjoying it too. "That's gross." Alex said with a completely straight face. I only laughed and told him that most things about sex were gross one way or another. "Uncle Dylan?" Alex asked nervously all of a sudden. "Yes?" I asked, now holding his firm little ass in one of my hands. "Do you think Momma will try and take us away from here?" He finally asked, it was an honest question, and one I made a mental note to make sure wasn't a possibility. "Your Momma has never really been one to stack up against a challenge. If she tries to take you boys away from me she'll have to fight me for ya'll." I responded sternly, causing Alex to turn his attention away from my crotch and look me in the eyes. "I love you Dylan." It was as if Alex had told me the most beautiful secret ever. My hand left his crotch and came up to cradle the boy's jaw line as I leaned in over him and kissed him one last time before getting up. "I love you too Alex." I responded, my heart sinking deep within those big brown eyes of his as he instictivly tugged on my body as if to ask me not to leave him. "Now let's get a shower, I was preparing steaks last night, I'll cut a couple up and we can have them with salsa and eggs, perhaps some toast if your nice." I whispered with a snicker. It had officially been more than forty-eight hours since Sarah had ran off with my money and abandoned the boys at my door. This meant I could have her declared a missing person, not to mention get her arrested for child neglect, child abuse, and child abandonment. As their sole relative outside of each other, the boys would be placed in my custody immediately, and pending criminal charges and a conviction, Sarah would lose all parental rights, I'd make sure of that at least. To Be Continued...