This story and it's characters are totally made up. The words portray a sexual relationship between a man and a boy. If you shouldn't be reading this, please click the back button.

This story contains references to diapers, specifically Goodnites, but they play no part in sexual activity. I was a bedwetter till I was almost 10, I kinda have a thing for tween boys in Diapers. I don't have a thing for liquid they soak up.

There is a supernatural element woven through the chapters, it is not the main story, but is the backbone. At it's core, this is a story about about one man's undying love for his Son, that not even death can diminish.

The bulk of this chapter takes place at a campsite in California's Los Padres National Forest. I love hammocks as opposed to tents, if you are not familiar with hammock camping, this Amazon link should give you an idea: https://a.co/d/aH191HP It is a cheap knockoff of the setup I describe in this chapter.

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OlemHansen

Dad 2.0

Chapter 1: Guess What I Found in the Forest

Hey, I'm Conor Bowden. I live in Los Angeles, California. I'm a 32 year old freelance 'Code Fixer' for mobile & web apps, got a bug that nobody else can fix? I'm who you call, I'm really good at what I do. In fact, most of my clients get referred to me by my 'competitors', thus my rate, $400 an hour, 4 hour minimum. I had just finished a freeking nightmare job.

43 caffeine filled hours of bug hunting through code that was written by morons, I basically had to start from scratch. The client was over the moon when I finished so quick. I was also over the moon, 17 grand in four days! I didn't really need the money, but it's nice to add to the books, and I love a challenge. Now, what I do for a living isn't that important right now, but I just wanted you know why I needed to get away and relax for a few days.

I packed one of my lighter backpacks and headed for my favorite place on God's Green Earth, The Sespe Wilderness (the place where the California Condors live). I made the three and a half hour drive to the upper trailhead, parked and made the two mile hike down to the so called Trail Springs Campground, which consisted of a metal pipe sticking out of some rocks with water dribbling out, the 'springs', and a small fire pit, the 'campground'. I pulled out my water bags and chilled for about an hour while I collected about 1.5 gallons. Don't get me wrong, that little dribble of water is why I love this spot so much, I didn't have to hike in every drop of water I'd need for the next few days. Once full to the brim I strapped the bags to my pack and got ready for the mile and a half cross country slog to 'My Spot'.

I would not be staying at Trail Springs Campground. A few years ago that was my destination, but when I saw it for the first time, I was so underwhelmed I almost cried. I ended up spending half a day wondering the forest, looking for a good site. 'Dispersed Camping', they call it. As long as you leave no trace, you can set up camp anywhere in the forest. I ended up stumbling upon the perfect camping spot. Two Sugar pines, 15 feet apart, with level ground between them, perfect for hanging my hammock. A big ass flat topped bolder, perfect as a table, and flat enough to set up my FireAnt, a little titanium wood burning camp stove. To top it off, a view of the entire valley below, on a clear day, you can see the Channel Islands. I marked the spot on my GPS, but I've been back enough times that I don't need it anymore.

I know for most Backpackers, it's about the journey, the hike. A campsite is just a place to have dinner and sleep, that's not me. While I love the hike, for me it's about the spot, it's about finding an amazing view, setting up camp, then doing as little as possible for the next two or three days. Well, sleeping as much as possible. It's about recharging, away from everything the modern world throws at you. I'm not a moron though, I have a shortwave transceiver, and satellite communication device, just in case.

I had just finished staking down my tarp (there was rain in the forecast! Fingers crossed! In SoCal, meteorologists are no better than astrologers.) I was throwing a rock bag attached to my shortwave antenna, trying to get it over a high branch, when I heard small footsteps coming toward my camp... I froze, who could be coming to those random GPS coordinates? A few seconds later my heart actually stopped. He was maybe 12 years old. Jet black hair, bright green eyes, he was beyond beautiful, he was perfect! And he was alone? Do you believe in love at first sight? I do, now.

"Well shit! Mister, you beat me to my favorite spot. I used to come here with my Dad... But fair's fair, you got here first. Is it ok if I rest here for a bit, before I go looking for another spot, the hill from the trail is a nightmare. But, I'm sure you know that."

The tone of his voice, the way he said 'used to', broke my heart. I had to know what a 12 year old was doing soloing out here. Plus, I didn't want him to go!

"Sure. Hey... Are you in a hammock or tent?"

"Tent!... Hammocks are no good for two!"

Hummm. Hammocks are useless for two, unless those two are VERY, VERY close, even then... I got the feeling that he knew from experience.

"Cool, I assume you and your dad set up your tent over there?" I pointed to the flat spot, the only place a tent could be pitched. "There's plenty of room, I'm willing to share this spot." He looked at the flat patch and back at me. I could see the wheels turning in his mind.

"Really? You sure? You're up here alone. I figured that means you want to be alone... not with some obnoxious kid..."

'Heck, I don't care how obnoxious you are, you're sexy enough to make up for it. Mind if I take off your shorts? I'll make your little dickie feel real good.' Is what I wanted to say, but I knew better.

"Sure I like the solitude, but I'm up here alone because nobody I know is into camping. Honestly I'd love the company. Why are you out here all alone? Aren't you a bit young for solo camping?" His eyes lit up and he gave me the warmest of smiles.

"My dad was a survivalist, he taught me all about camping..." He went on for a couple minutes his voice was full of pride, but then his face went glum. "... Then the idiot got himself killed trying a stupid Paramotor trick. He went upside down too slow and the lines went slack and got tangled in the fan. He couldn't deploy his safety chute. He didn't stand a chance, he fell from 16,000 feet, I saw the whole thing. That was about eight months ago..." Tears were starting to flow, and his body shifted from side to side. He needed comfort. I wrapped my arms around him and he absolutely melted into me. I carried him to a fallen tree and sat down, pulling him into my lap.

I could tell this kid needed help, and I vowed that I would find some way to help him, maybe he just needed a shoulder to cry on, maybe his Mom was working her ass off and was still coming up short on rent. Maybe his Mom was a drug addict that beat him, and I needed to get him away from her... Or maybe, just maybe, he was that special kind of a boy, a boy that needed a man to love him, in a very special way.

"I'm so sorry buddy." What else could I say? He squeezed me tight, I gently rubbed his back as he quietly cried. After ten or fifteen minutes his tears stopped, he released me, scooted so he was sitting next to me, took my hand and wrapped my arm around around his shoulder, then snuggled in tight.

"Thank you. I really needed that, I haven't had a hug since the morning he died... Before you ask, no, my mom doesn't hug me. We don't get along so good. She's thrilled to drop me off at the trailhead once a month and get me out of the house for a few days. You really don't mind if I stay here... With you?" That's when I noticed he had already pitched his tent, in his shorts. The kid was starved for physical affection. Even if we just cuddled, even if I didn't get in his shorts, I didn't care, but the look in his eyes, the way he said 'with you', and his little boner, told me I was getting very, very lucky. If not tonight, tomorrow for sure.

"No, I wouldn't mind. In fact, I'd love to spend the next few days getting to know you. Why don't you go get your other tent set up and I'll start dinner." Ya, I decided to push it a little. And I did want to get to know him, he seemed like a sweet kid.

"Ok!! Wait... My other tent?" I tapped his boner through his shorts. He looked down, than slowly back at me, biting his lower lip, grinning from ear to ear. The two emeralds perfectly set into his milky white skin dusted with freckles were glowing with excitement. He shot off the log and pulled his tent out of his pack. I was impressed, it was a high end ultralight setup. I actually had the same model at home, it's called a two man tent, but I can't see how you could fit two grown men in there, but a man and a boy, sharing a sleeping bag, perfect.

"Hey buddy, I didn't get your name, I'm Conor."

"Oh, sorry! I'm Jaxon with an X. But my friends call me Jax... Well, when I had friends..." I got the glum face again.

"Well Jaxon with an X, can I call you Jax? Can I be your friend?"

"Sure... But you'd be the only one now. I had friends before. When Dad died, nobody knew how to talk to me, I don't blame them. I kinda shut down. Now everybody at school just kinda ignores me." I went to him and took a knee, wrapped my arms around his waist and nuzzled my head into his chest.

"I understand what you've been through, Jax. I lost my Dad when I was about your age. I shut down and lost all my friends too." I released him and stood, he gave me a silent but grateful nod and went back to setting up his tent. That's the real reason I camp alone, I didn't have any real friends. With the childhood I had, I kinda forgot how.

I finished with the shortwave antenna, pulled out my cook kit, setup my camp chair, and started dinner. Steak! I kinda sucked at backpacking, I always pack way too much food. That steak was too big for me, I had been planning on using the leftovers to make hash for breakfast.

Jaxon finished his tent and joined me with his cook kit and a pack of instant ramen.

"Jax, I am planning on sharing this steak with you, I've got more than enough, I'm also making mashed potatoes and mac-n-cheese. I always have way too much food. I could shave several pounds off my pack weight if I just learned to ration better."

"Ha! I have the opposite problem, I'm always out of food by the morning of the last day. I don't want to carry a gram more than I have to. Hey, I notice that most of your gear is really expensive top of the line ultralight stuff, but your pack isn't. I know that chair you're sitting is about a hundred and twenty bucks, cause it's the lightest, actually comfortable, chair on the market!" I couldn't help but let out a laugh at his observation.

"How many purses does your Mom have?"

"What? Too many. A dozen or so, I think. So, she has too many purses, what does that have to do with your pack?"

"What does it have to do with my collection of eighteen backpacks? Everything! I have ultralights, I also have some vintage wooden framed packs. I have a pack for any trip you can imagine. I also have gear for any trip you can imagine. And on a trip like this, a short hike to a spot I want to stay for a few days, I like to bring all the luxury gear, all the stuff that you really don't need, but makes for a more relaxing experience, like this chair. An ultralight pack can't handle the weight of the gear. And, well, my favorite hobby is photography. So a trip to somewhere new, I've got ten to fifteen pounds of camera gear alone. So anywhere else I can save weight is a plus. I've been here many times and I've shot it to death, so this trip I only brought my compact camera and one of my smallest tripods."

"Oh... Cool! I think you and my Dad would have liked each other. I think you could have learned a lot form each other. He had the total bushcraft survivalist mentality. He would hike in like 20 pounds of tools, 'If you want a chair, make it at camp!' But that took hours and lots of energy. I love the fact that I know how to make a bushcraft chair, but I think even he would have appreciated just sitting down, and saving the time." He went into a fit of giggles, and plopped down in my lap. That shocked me more than a little, even though we shared an extended hug, we really just met.

Dinner was a quiet affair, after the day's hike we were both famished, the hike up the hill from the trail is brutal, it's steep and covered in slippery pine needles. There was something strange though, all though dinner I felt like I was being watched, being judged, I had eyes from another world peering into my very soul. I'd had that same feeling off and on for the last few months. I put it out of my mind and we washed up. I refilled my little alcohol stove and put water on for Hot Chocolate, and refilled the wood stove for warmth.

I asked Jaxon for his mug and mixed the Cocoa. I handed him my tablet and asked him to pick out a movie. He chose 'A Monster Calls', a great film but, it's about a boy coping with the fact his mother is dying of cancer, Sigourney Weaver's performance was so good you will actually hate her. I vetoed his choice, saying it was a very sad film.

His second choice was John Wayne's 1972 film 'The Cowboys' one of my all time favorites. If you've never seen it, make it a point to watch it. He has to hire a bunch of schoolboys (most of whom happen to be very cute) to drive his cattle to market, shit happens, you'll laugh, you'll ugly cry, but you'll also cry tears of joy.

I laid a blanket between the bolder and the log, reloaded the wood stove with thicker twigs, and set up the stake to hold my tablet. I didn't regret a single gram of that ridiculous setup. The four inch tall FireAnt seemed like a bonfire, the 11 inch screen of my tablet seemed like a drive in movie screen. He was loving the movie. Around a third way through, he shocked me, and made the first move. We were cuddled up side by side, he put his right hand on my thigh, and slowly worked his hand toward my package. I pretended not to notice, then he started to slowly massage my junk, through my shorts.

I turned my head and locked eyes with his. The emeralds told me all I needed to know. I slid my hand into his undies and started rubbing his rock hard little spike, about 3 inches and cut, nice. He quickly lost interest in rubbing my cock, focusing on his own pleasure. This was fine with me, I wanted to focus on his pleasure too, that's how I roll. He slid his shorts and undies down, I pulled him between my legs, reached into my essentials bag and grabbed the tube of lube and had him take off his shirt.

I love giving little boys handjobs, I love blowing them more, but a blowjob is too intimate for first contact. Getting too intimate too quick can scare a boy away, and I sorta knew there was a chance of a long term relationship with Jax. I got his dickie good and slippery and went to work. He was in heaven! I took my time, bringing him to the edge of orgasm, then backing off. Most boys can't stand being edged for more than a couple rounds, but Jax loved it! The whole time my other hand was playing with his nipples, which he also loved. Finally as the closing credits rolled I finished him off.

"Ahh! Ahh! Ahhhhh!!! Oh fuck Conor! That was way better than anything Dad ever did to me... Zzzz..." He went limp against me and started snoring. He was so cute! I gently slid him off of me and went to his tent to get it ready for him, when I unzipped his sleeping bag I found something... If I hadn't been falling for him already, I sure as heck was then.

I found a pair of Goodnites. A diaper for older boys. I wish I had those when I was his age, I had to wear actual baby diapers at night, The State wouldn't spring for the extra expense. I grabbed them and returned to my sleeping angel. I slipped off his shoes and socks. I couldn't help but give his toes a quick suck, they weren't that stinky. Stripping off his shorts and undies I took a minute to admire the naked sleeping boy. The thought of pulling out my camera did cross my mind, but I decided against it. Sliding his Goodnites up I had to raise his butt to get them on, that woke him up.

He glanced at the diaper then looked at me. The look of terror broke my heart.

"It's ok! I'm not going to make fun of you, I was the same at your age." The terror faded from his face, replaced by a look of relief and trust.

"Thanks. It started when Dad died, my doctor says it's a reaction to 'severe emotional trauma' and said it may last a year or two... Was it the same with you?"

"Ya, I didn't stop till I was 14. But I had to deal with more than just the loss of my Dad... But let's not dwell on that now. It's time to get you into bed." I scooped him up and carried him to his tent, laid him on his open sleeping bag, zipped him up and gave him a kiss on his forehead.

"Wait! I'm supposed to get you off now!"

"I'm good, it's time for you to sleep now. Good night, I'll see you in the morning." I kissed his cheek and exited the tent, zipping the door as I left. He just stared at me in shock. He couldn't believe I turned down a chance to get off. I did need to get off, big time! But that little move told him that I'm not just spending time with him for sex. It told them that I enjoy just being with him. I knew I was being a little manipulative, but I justified it, because it was the truth, I loved just hanging out with boys.

I tidied up the site a bit and put away the blanket and got things ready in case the rain actually showed up. I gathered Jaxon's clothes and slipped them under the rain fly of his tent, well except for his undies. An adorable pair of Avengers briefs, that had been a quite tight on him. I unzipped my hammock and undressed, climbed in and got settled, shoving my quilt into the gear loft at the head end. I wasn't ready for sleep just yet.

I admired Jaxon's little undies for a minute then brought them to my nose and inhaled deeply. I was so horny I almost came from the smell alone. The sweet, sweet aroma of prepubescent ball sweat, mixed with a bit of dried pee. Not a hint of skid marks, good boy! I grabbed my cock and went to town, with Jax's undies under my nose I came harder than I had in ages! I cleaned myself up with my underwear and grabbed my quilt, I went out like a light.

At some point in the night I had a very strange dream. I was high up in the Rockies, backpacking in the snow, Jax was with me. A man was on the trail, coming the opposite way, as he got closer I saw he had Jax's eyes. I said something to the boy, but he didn't seem to hear me. The man stopped.

"He's not really here. He's just in our minds, you and I are actually here, well in this dream... Tell him that I'm sorry I was such an idiot, that stunt was way beyond my experience. I've been watching you for a while now... It will take some time for it to become legal, but he's your son now. He will always be my son, but now we share that honor. Take good care of him, love him unconditionally.

I will warn you, he will outgrow you one day, but he will always consider you his second father. Enjoy our grandkids for me. I'll be around for a while before I go to my rest, now that he has you, I only need to do a little shepherding. Thank you."

I was jolted awake. Thunder and lightning! Rain! YES!!! I looked at my phone, it was a little after 7:30 in the morning. Time to get up, I slid on a pair of sweatpants, hopped out of my hammock and was going for my rain gear when I saw Jaxon's tent open, he jumped out wearing nothing but a clear plastic poncho, and his Goodnites! Truly a sight to behold.

"Yeaaa!!! I love the rain!"

He proceeded to dance his way to me, joining me under the tarp, then stripped the poncho and hung it over the hammock lines and hugged me tight.

"Thanks for last night! But you ARE getting off this morning! I bet your cum tastes just as good as my Old Dad's."

He led me to my chair, pulled down my sweats and told me to sit, once I was seated he removed them completely, before getting on his knees. He grabbed my soft tool and started rubbing it against his cheeks, then licking the head. It didn't stay soft for long. He looked up at me and grinned.

"It's just about the same size as my Old Dad's! Maybe a little longer, and a tiny bit thicker. I was hoping it wasn't too much bigger."

This made me chuckle a bit, I'm just about dead average. I've never gotten any complaints, if fact the street kids I'd paid for looked relieved when they saw it... 'Old Dad?' He's said that twice now... That dream... Was that real?

He sucked my balls and worked my shaft with his hand for a bit, he knew what he was doing. He licked me from my taint to the tip, then in one motion burred his nose into my neatly trimmed pubes, he really knew what he was doing! He looked up and I could see the lust in his eyes, he let out a low moan. Holy Shit! That felt good! He started bobbing up and down, twisting his head as he did, he was an expert. Every time he went down he went all the way, sometimes he'd stay down for 20 or 30 seconds, swallowing the entire time. I couldn't believe the things he was doing. I wasn't gonna last long, about three minutes later I announced...

"Oh wow, Jax!! I'm gonna cum!" I shouldn't have been surprised that instead of pulling off he redoubled his efforts. The first shot went right down his throat, he then pulled all the way back and teased the underside of my head as he gulped volley after volley down like a milkshake. When my balls were empty he milked the last few drops from me, stood up, pulled me forward and kissed me, tongue and all! Most boys aren't into tongue kissing, but my new son sure was. Never before had a boy kissed me with my cum still in his mouth, I loved it! We continued making out for a couple minutes before he finally broke it off.

I slid back making room in my lap and pulled him in. He again melted into me. I started fondling his goodies through his very soggy Goodnites. He was already hard. I continued jerking him off through the diaper. This had done to me when I was a kid, and I loved it. I'm not into watersports, at all (other than a good water polo match), but because of my past I do have a bit of a thing for boys in diapers. A few minutes in he was squirming and moaning, I didn't relent. A couple more minutes later he started convulsing and panting, then went limp.

"Wow! That was good! Thank you D... Conor... Sorry..." I wrapped my arms around him and squeezed him tight. He almost called me Dad, I almost cried.

"It's ok. You're welcome little man. I know you just had a snack, but I need breakfast. You ok with just having oatmeal this morning? I love camping in the rain, but cooking in the rain, not so much." He giggled.

"And a very tasty snack at that! Oatmeal's fine. I'll go get my stuff." With that he put his poncho back on and danced back to his tent. I was already well and truly head over heals in love with a boy I had basically just met. I sat back and recalled the dream. I do believe in dreams and visions. I do believe that I met his father last night. I knew that this sweet, lonely little boy was to become my son. But how? He said it would take some time, I knew he wasn't coming home with me Sunday afternoon. Oh well, nothing I could do but wait and let fate take it course. A couple minutes later Jax emerged from his tent, naked as the day he was born, caring a drybag. This time he didn't dance, he strutted back to me, stopping a couple times to shake his little dickie at me, or to turn around and show off his cute little bubble butt. He was beyond perfect, and he knew it.

"I don't see the point of getting dressed, it's not cold, and nobody's gonna see us." I saw the wisdom in his words and put my sweats back into my pack. He opened up his drybag and pulled out a towel, dried himself and hung it over the hammock. He then reached into the bag and pulled out a JetBoil and a bag of powder that shocked the shit out of me!

"Instant? No! I'm sorry Jax, but I can't let you drink that. That's not coffee, that's instant! Instant is as much of a an abomination as decaf. I'll fix you an AeroPress." He started giggling, I kissed his belly then gave him a raspberry, causing him to go into hysterical laughter. When he calmed down he hugged me again.

"Thanks, My Old Dad used an AeroPress, but never taught me to use it. I hate that instant crap, but it still reminds me of him, so I put up with it." He filled his JetBoil and fired it up, I lit my alcohol stove and grabbed his little pot and added enough water for a double helping of oatmeal, then got my coffee kit. By the time his coffee was ready so was his oatmeal, he had pulled out a little inflatable sitting pad and was sitting on the ground in front of me, using my legs as a backrest. He took a sip of his coffee.

"Yummmm! Just like my Old Dad used to make. Thanks!" I got the feeling he knew what was going on. We had known each other for less than 18 hours and we were already completely comfortable with each other. 'Old Dad'... I was now sure he thought of me as 'New Dad'. We ate and sipped our coffee in silence, simply enjoying one another's presence, and the rain. Once breakfast was over I did the dishes then adjusted the tarp into 'Porch Mode', raising the west facing side and using my trekking poles get that side high enough so we could sit sideways in the hammock and enjoy the view. This was fine for two people.

We cuddled side by side and chatted for a while, then he laid across my lap, he wanted a back rub. I was more than happy to oblige. I love the feeling of soft, smooth, young skin under my hands. It was nice, intimate without being too sexual, even when I kneaded the globes of his glorious bubble butt.

As we chatted and got to know each other better, his Old Dad had been a fire fighter, and his hero. He opened up more about the complex relationship he had with his mom. They did love one another, they just didn't like each other, she never hit him or anything, there were fights. Just shouting matches really, but they were few and far between. He thought it might be that they are so much alike. His dad often told him 'You're so much like your mother.' Maybe that's why he was so willing to have sex with his own son. Jax said he was the one who initiated it. Took him over a week to wear his old man down, and this spot is where it happened for the first time. He was only nine when he realized he wanted sex with men, and what better man then the one he admired more than any other in the world.

I also found out he liked classic cars, loved classical music, camping and swimming. While I figured he was 12, it turns out he turned 11, two days before!

"Well happy birthday Jax! What do you want me to give you for your big day?" He got a wicked grin.

"You can give me a blowjob... But I wanna hear your story first."

"Ok, after I tell you about my life, I'll give you a very special Birthday Blowjob!.. Just know that my story starts out very sad, but gets better, a lot better, because in the end... I met you!" He giggled, I continued to rub his back.

"Six months after Dad died in a car crash, a brain tumor took Mom. She was feeling dizzy and went to the doctor, a week later she was gone. I got dumped in a group home. Imagine a ten year old bedwetter in a fucking group home, it could have been kept secret, but my fucking social worker handed the house mother a box of fucking Pampers, bitch! There was only one boy there that didn't tease me about it constantly, Aden. Lucky for me, he was also my roommate, he turned out to be my boyfriend too. He was 13, and like me lost both his parents in a short span of time."

"I'm so sorry, even though my mom and I don't get along, I can't imagine losing her too... Sorry, go on."

"It's ok. Aden and I made love every night until his 18th birthday. As is the way with the foster 'care' system, the day he turned 18 he was thrown out, no support, no nothing. He tried to get a job, but a homeless 18 year old? Nope, selling his ass was the only way he could earn any money. That lead to a drug problem, and that lead to an overdose. When word got back to the home, I cried for a week.

I decided that wasn't going to happen to me. I really buckled down in school and found I was pretty damn good at web development, when I was 16 I got a internship at a new startup called Netflix. I graduated early and at 17 they hired me full time. I turned out to be really freeken good, by 18 I was the head of the UI team, I also helped the back end teams quite a bit.

Money got tight for the new company at times, I was frugal and living in a dirt cheep one bedroom apartment. I believed in the company and took the option to be paid twice my monthly salary in stock, I did that for a month or two a few times a year. By the time I was 21 I was making insane money, had around 8,000 shares, and was fed up with the office politics. I put in my two weeks notice."

"Woah! You worked at Netflix, when they first started?! Cool! And you have eight thousand shares? My Old Dad taught me a little bit about the stock market." The look on his face, ha! He just realized his 'New Dad', was freeken loaded!

"I HAD 8,000 shares, but I'll get to that. I had a couple hundred thousand saved, and was still living in that crappy one bedroom. I bought a pickup truck and a bunch of camping gear and spent the next few years traveling and backpacking, I had a blast. But my savings were starting to get low. I bought a laptop and started looking into mobile app development. Same thing I did at Netflix, basically. I found there was a huge demand for freelance code fixers, and it paid very well. Half of my early jobs I could have done in my sleep.

In late 2021 I looked at the projections for Netflix, something seemed off, I said goodbye to all but 1,000 shares, and hello to 4.8 million dollars. I found out later that my timing was perfect, I sold at the all time high! I bought the Penthouse of the newly renovated Eastern Columbia Building in Downtown L.A. I still do coding for fun, I like the challenge. I still have a thousand shares of the Netflix stock, and have some other investments that do quite well for me. I'd say right now my net worth is somewhere in the neighborhood of 15 million..."

He his smile was so wide, the Grand Canyon got jealous. But then his smile faded and he started to look really sad.

"I wish you hadn't told me about your money... I... I was kinda hoping that this could somehow turn into a long term thing... But now... You're just gonna think I'm after your money..."

A single tear formed in his right eye.

"Oh Jax! No! I thought about not telling you, but I kinda know this gonna turn into a long term thing! And I knew you'd find out, and you might have gotten mad at me for not trusting you... Jaxon, I love you, and I think you are at least starting to love me to..."

"I do love you! I fell in love with you last night, when you said good night, without having me get you off! ... You said you know this will be long term... How do you know?" He rolled over in my lap and was now looking me in the eye.

"Welp Jax, this is gonna sound crazy, but I promise I will always be totally honest with you... I met your Old Dad in a dream last night. He told me to tell you that he was sorry, he was an idiot, he shouldn't have tried that stunt... He also told me you are my son now. He said you will always be his son, but now you are also mine." The look he gave me! It was almost anger, but not...

"Where were you? What did he look like? What was he wearing?" The words came out in almost an accusatory tone, but not...

"Somewhere in the Rockies, it was snowing, you were next to me. He was about 6'5", broad shoulders and built. Short black hair, your eyes, neatly trimmed mustache and beard with just a few gray hairs. Roman nose, chiseled square jawline. I'm not into grown men, but I would've let him fuck me in a heartbeat! He was wearing snow boots, brown canvas pants and a brown wool parka, with a green stripe across the chest."

"I... Umm... Th... That's him! That's my Old Dad! And his favorite winter hiking clothes! I... I didn't want to believe you, but I do! Earlier this week I had a similar dream, I was standing in the snow, with a man I didn't know, but I knew he was my New Dad! My Old Dad told me to open my heart... And my pants... He said he was sending me a man that could love me the way he did, but better! A man that could love me the special way I need to be loved... He warned me that one day I would stop sharing your bed. But I don't want that! I don't want to break your heart!!" He sat up and rearranged himself so he was sitting in my lap facing me (an impressive maneuver considering we were in a hammock), he started to cry into my neck.

"Hey Jax! It's ok he told me too. You're not gonna break my heart, I'll always be your dad, just like he will always be your dad. He also asked me to enjoy 'our' grandkids for him. Yes, you're gonna have kids of your own! They will be my grandkids, but they will also be his, and we'll be sure they know who First Dad was!"

His tears of sadness were gone, we were now both crying tears of pure joy. He leaned back looked me in the eyes again, kissed me then asked.

"Can I get my Birthday Blowjob now?" The Grand Canyon got jealous again.

"Sure! Where do you want it? Here, your tent... Or out in the rain?" I was hoping he's pick the last option. He looked around then pointed.

"There, the bolder! I'm sure you have a towel like mine, we can lay them both down for a little padding!" I did have a towel just like his, same color even. Camping towels are the same as they use in competitive water sports, they work ok when dry, they actually work better when wet. Wring it out and it will get you dry in a jiffy!

"Now, this isn't going to be your average, every day, run of the mill blowjob... This is going to be a Birthday Blowjob! Is your bottom good and clean? Because my tongue is going to explore every inch of your body." His jaw dropped, his emeralds nearly blinded me!

"Ummm... I'm sure it's pretty clean, but gimme a few minutes I'll go clean myself with my special kit, like my Old Dad showed me... 'Cause after... I want you to make love to me... No, Dad... I need you to make love to me!!"

I don't think he climbed out of the hammock, I think he may have actually teleported himself to the ground, he was that quick! He ran to his tent and disappeared, reemerging a few seconds later with a small bag and a bottle of water. I knew exactly what he was about to do, such a good boy! Then it hit me, like a ton of bricks, he called me Dad...

"Hey Jax? What was your Old Dad's name?" He gave me a puzzled look.

"Finn... Finn O'Brien! Why?"

"Because I can't honor a man, if I don't know his name! Thanks Jax O'Brien!" He looked at me like I was nuts but quickly let it go and scampered off into the woods, naked.

"Thank you Finn O'Brien I have no idea what I've done to deserve him, but thank you. I will honor your memory, and raise our son and love him unconditionally, until the day I die."

'Please have him take your name when you adopt him... He'll be a teenager soon, I did the easy part. Ohh! Please prepare him before you make love to him, our first time was quite painful for him, but he insisted on continuing, we had no idea what we were doing.' I heard laughter as Finn's voice faded.

When Aden died, a hole was left in my heart. I had gotten so used to it that the emptiness had become normal. Now that hole was being filled and I realized I had spent the last several years looking for Jax. All those street kids, I was looking for one that needed me to love him... My life had meaning, finally.

I laid the towels on the bolder. The boy emerged from the woods, I had no doubt he couldn't be any cleaner, other than the mud on his feet, but that wouldn't be a problem the pouring rain would soon have them clean.

"Dad? You called Jax O'Brien.. But I'm your son now, I'm a Bowden now!" How did he know my last name? I never told him... Fucken Finn, I never actually met him, but I fucken love that man!

"Maybe in your heart, but you'll be an O'Brien in the eyes of the law, and your Mother, till she and a judge says otherwise, do you understand?"

"Ya... It's stupid, but I get it. Now leme get on that rock! My dickie ain't gonna suck itself! You've got a Birthday Blowjob to give!" I laughed as I helped him onto the stone. I'll admit that I made the whole BdBj thing up, but I knew I could deliver. He enjoyed edging, combine that with rimming and body worship! Ya!

I started in on his loose little balls, he loved that, then instead of going up to his dickie, I went down to his taint. I licked and nibbled, he went wild, and spread his legs even wider. I shoved my tongue as far up his tight little rosebud as it would let me, and worked his southern star for several minutes, he wanted me to make love to him after this, well it's been eight months, he needed worked, but now was not the time for any serious stretching. I went for his left thigh, then down his calf and onto his perfect little piggies!

I'll admit I love feet! And his were amazing, he loved having his toes sucked. I worked his left foot for a while, then switched to the right, he liked that side even more. I worked my way back up the right side, the same way I went down the left. Including another rimjob, but this time after I finished his balls I went for his dickie. I've only sucked just over a dozen different boy dicks in my 32 years on this planet, but this was hands down my favorite. If this was the only time I ever got to suck it, and I never got to suck another, I'd die a happy pervert. I kept sucking until he was almost ready, then headed north. I stationed myself on his bellybutton for a while.

He was at the age where even the most stubborn of outies become innies, but it had held out just long enough for my teeth to get enough purchase to nibble on it. I had never put much stock into the stories of a man achieving orgasm just by pleasuring a boy, but the sounds he was making! I was getting damn close to believing. I set off north again. The bottom of the sternum for some reason has always been a special spot for me, apparently it was for him too! He went wild as I licked and sucked the spot where his chest met his belly. Once again I was risking my own eruption, so I moved northwest to his left nipple. I didn't spend too much time there, as it's an obvious spot, but he did love it.

His left armpit was an absolute joy to work. I was learning enough about Jax that I instinctively knew exactly how hard to lick to keep from tickling him. He again went wild. I found nothing down his left arm till I hit his wrist. He loved having his fingers blown. Cool, 'cause I loved blowing his fingers. And that skin between his thumb and index finger? Yup! He loved having that nibbled. I went back up the other side and found much the same.

He did go bonkers when I started licking the grivet (or inside of the elbow) on his right arm. I wasn't expecting that, but this is why body worship is important. I finished up with his right armpit, he loved it so much I almost lost my load again. I went back to his dickie before trying out his neck face and ears. I spent a good twenty minutes slowly sucking the most perfect little penis on the planet. I brought him back to the edge once again. Then I headed back up north, taking an easterly route I nibbled his right nipple for a bit, he didn't like that, he loved it! Nibbling turned to actual biting, he wanted more, but his lustful grunts threatened to send me over the edge.

His neck and ears were the same story as his nipples! My boy loved being chewed on, I wondered how far I could take things, I got the feeling he would enjoy getting tied up. Not this weekend though. His lips, those were another story. Sure we had kissed before, but I had been in shock, and was focused on the flavor of my own cum mixed with his saliva. This... This was incredible, I'd been with a couple boys that were actually into making out. Jaxon was on a new level. When my lips touched his, my tongue was pretty much sucked into his mouth. We kissed for... I have no idea how long, he loved for his lips to be nibbled, but more than a nibble was too much, though he did enjoy biting my lower lip. I wondered what he would do to my nipples... I decided it was finally time for his Birthday Blowjob to cum to a close, I headed back south, stopping briefly at every highlight along the route, including his rosebud and the arches of his feet and those beautiful toes.

I hovered above his package for a moment, taking in it's perfection. Then took it into my mouth, testes and all. I worked him only with my tongue, for about five minutes. The unintelligible sounds he was making were music to my ears, and to my loins. I knew I was gonna cum along with him! I started bobbing on the three inches and within seconds, he was over the edge. His dickie thrashed in my mouth like a caged tiger, you could actually hear my cum splattering against the bolder! It was beyond words! He was panting, trying to catch his breath, I rested my head on his groin and passed out.

"Holy Shit Dad! Best Birthday Ever!!! ... Dad? ... Dad!?"

"Huh? ...I'm here Buddy... Sorry... I just came so hard I must have passed out..."

"Really!? You came from blowing me? I've read stories on Nifty about men cumming from giving boys blowjobs. But I never believed them... I think you just gave me more pleasure than any boy who has ever lived! Thank you Dad, I'll say it again, Best Birthday Ever!"

"Thanks Jax, you're welcome... I didn't believe it either. But it happened... Jaxon, I made up the whole Birthday Blowjob thing, but can we make this a tradition?"

"That's something I'm gonna insist on! You had better do that to me every year! Or else I may become a stinky rebellious teenager! ... What time is it? I'm getting hungry."

I went back under the tarp and looked at my phone, 1:53 pm! We started around 10:15 am...

"Holy shit Jax! It's almost 2:00! We were at it for over three and a half hours!"

"Woah! Three and a half hours of pure heaven! Thanks again... I'm starving. You made dinner last night and breakfast this morning, Lunch is all me! Nothing fancy, but it's one of my favorite camping lunches."

We wrang out our towels and dried off. He reached in his drybag and pulled out little jars of peanut butter and grape jelly, then a bag of flower tortillas. I had to laugh, he gave me a quizzical look.

"Nothing fancy, but that's one of my favorite camping lunches too! Same brands of pb and jelly even! Are those tortillas home made?"

"Ya, Mom makes em, she's a Chef at the fancy resort down in Ojai. We may not get along, but I do love her cooking!" He had been siting on the ground using my legs as a backrest again, I pulled him back up into my lap and we ate.

"Jax, I love you so much. This is nuts, we've known each other for still less than a day..." He cut me off.

"And we are already truly Dad and Son! I love you too. I'm pretty sure my Old Dad set us up, I wasn't supposed to come up here till next weekend. But Mom had something come up last minute and had to go out of town, she didn't want to leave me home alone. It's funny she's fine with me being alone in the woods for 3 nights, but not with me being alone at home for one night."

"That's funny. She doesn't want you to burn down the house, but it's ok if you burn down the forest... Hey Jax? This Old Dad - New Dad thing? Do you think we can come up with something better? It make it sound like he was an old man."

"You're right... Hummm... Hehe! You're a programmer, right? How 'bout Dad 1.0 and Dad 2.0?"

"Ha! I love it!! I'm not replacing him, just an addition."

"And an upgrade, in some ways. You make me feel better than he ever could! And he made me feel real good... We haven't even made love yet, I know you're gonna be better at that too. Why are you so much better?"

"Practice Son, practice. It sounds like Dad 1.0 wasn't actually into boys, he had sex with you to make you happy, and because he loved you. I, on the other hand, I love boys. And I love making boys feel very good. And, what's even better, I love you! Would you like me to make you feel good again?"

I asked as I booped his nose and started rubbing his dickie.

"Yes please, I need you inside me, can we go to my tent now? And I love you too!"

He stood and grabbed his towel, I followed. Hand in hand we walked the dozen yards between my tarp and his tent in the pouring rain. We crawled into the vestibule and dried each other before crawling into his tent. I noticed that the single sleeping pad had been replaced with a double wide that took up the entire footprint of the tent. I thought that was sweet, he had made up his mind this morning that I would be sleeping with him.

"Now Jaxon, I know it's been a while since you've had anyone inside you. I'm going to use my tongue and fingers to make sure you're ready. Dad 1.0 told me how much it hurt you the first time."

"Ya, thanks. I didn't know you could prepare, I thought it was supposed to hurt the first few times, I was only nine, I've learned lots since then."

I got him on his back and stuffed the sleeping bag under him for support. He pulled his knees to his chest giving me unfettered access to his most private of places. I admired it's beauty for a few moments before ever so gently teasing it with my tongue. Jax shuttered. I added a little pressure and the tip slid inside, Jax moaned. I ate the delectable pink starfruit for what seemed like hours, in reality it was only about ten minutes, that's all I could do before my tongue was too sore to continue. Jax loved every second of it. I grabbed the lube and got my index finger nice and slick.

"Ok Jax, I'm going to put a finger into you now, don't be brave, if it hurts at all let me know."

"All right, but I don't think one finger will hurt, I've been fingering myself with two fingers ever since... you know..."

I easily slid my index finger inside and found his prostate almost immediately. It was quite large for a boy his age. I started making circles around it with the tip of my finger while circling my hand around his ring, slowly and gently stretching it.

"Oh... Ohhh wow! Dad 1.0 never did this to me!! This is amazing!" I kept it up, and slowly started poking my middle finger in.

"This isn't a competition Jax, 1.0 did his best. Then he led us together. I wasn't planning on being here this weekend. I finished a nightmare job Thursday morning, and needed to get away, I needed to come here."

It wasn't too long before his lovehole accepted the second finger. I started slowly spreading them on the outward stroke, I got no complaints.

"Sorry 2.0! I didn't mean it like that. Ahhh!!! This is... just so good!"

It wasn't long before I could get my ring finger to join the party. I knew that if I took his amazing little penis into my mouth, I could finger fuck and blow him to his bliss in a manner of minutes, but that's not what he wanted. I also knew he had no clue how to use those muscles deep in his ass to help. I knew that if I just made love to him it would take well over an hour, if I fucked him, I could be done in 20 minutes... This wasn't about me... I also knew that if I took my time, and focused every thrust on that big prostate of his, I could get him off at least twice. The choice was clear.

"Baby Boy? You're ready for me... I'm gonna put my cock into you now."

"Please do it Dad! Please 2.0! I need inside of me, NOW! ...WAIT! I always get sleepy after, can you grab a Goodnite for me, they're in the top lid of my pack. When we finish get it on me as quick as you can, I want to let your cum leak into it."

Dirty boy, I love it! I did as asked then draped his legs over my shoulders and lined myself up, I pushed in, ever so slowly. I took almost a full minute to shove my six and three eights inches into my new son's love tunnel. There wasn't a hint of pain on his face, just pure bliss. My massively average mancock fit him like a glove. I could feel his oversized boy joy buzzer about an inch and a half down my shaft, I mapped it's location in my mind, that was the mission, that was the target. Slowly I started pulling out, then back in.

I had figured that this tiny tent would make things more difficult. But I was now convinced that the person who designed this particular tent, had this very activity at the top of their design requirements. I've hinted before, but now I'm just gonna say it. Plowing a boy's ass has never been on the top of my 'ToDo' list. But now looking at his face, a face that read of pure and utter bliss. Looking deep into his emeralds, this is what he wanted, this is what he craved. About a half hour of slow but passionate love making, later he was short of breath, and let out an 'Ahhh!' with every stroke. Ahhh's turned to Mgghhh's as I watched his balls pull up tightly to his body, then it happened.

"Fuck! Fuck! Ahhh! Oh fuck!!!" His O face was the cutest thing I'd ever seen. I watched dicklet throb. It was mesmerizing, you could see his urethra contracting over and over, trying to expel fluids he could not yet produce. The muscles in his anus went into involuntary spasms sending wave after wave of euphoria through my entire body. I didn't miss a beat, as Jax's orgasm subsided I grabbed his waist and flipped us over, he was now on top. I was still a ways away from cumming.

"Jax, you're in control now. Show me what you've got."

"Cool! This was my favorite position with 1.0, I still love him with all my heart, but he couldn't find my magic spot if I put a beacon on it!" I had to laugh at that a bit. He got to work, I guess the gentile lovemaking session was over. He fucked himself with my cock as hard as he could, clenching his rosebud on the upstroke and relaxing on the down, this felt good, really good. About 20 minutes later I was getting very close.

"Oh Baby Boy! I'm almost there." He was panting so hard he couldn't speak, but as our eyes locked I could tell he was there too. Three strokes later I exploded, triggering his own dry explosion, his love tunnel went wild intensifying my orgasm tenfold. He collapsed on top of me, my dick still in his ass.

"Best... Fuck... Ever!" He panted, trying to catch his breath.

"Ya... Best ever..." It was the truth, before that it was the night before Aden's 18th Birthday. We had plans to get together once he got tossed out, but we both somehow knew we'd never see each other again. Jax and I laid there for a couple minutes, recovering. I was starting to fade out, I think he was already gone. I remembered his issue and grabbed the Goodnite, rolled him off of me and got it on him just in the nick of time. As soon as I had them up I heard the floodgates open. That was close, nothing worse than a wet sleeping bag. I rearranged the sleeping bag and got on my side, I pulled Jax to my chest settled one hand into his chest, the other on his warm Goodnite and drifted off to sleep.

I had a wonderful dream. It was my oldest grandson's ninth birthday. He had just opened his present from me, his very first real big boy camping backpack. His Mom announced that he would be leaving with me that afternoon for a very special camping trip. I was pulled from my dream by Jaxon shaking me.

"Dad... I'm hungry." I had no clue what time it was, but it was dark and still raining hard. He took off his Goodnites and shoved them into another drybag and grabbed a flashlight from his bag, we went back to the tarp. He used the rain to clean his goodies. Once dried I put him in the hammock and started dinner. Chicken Noodle Soup and Grilled Cheese. Packing two full servings of soup wasn't part of my normal over packing of food, I actually had an overwhelming compulsion to pull two from the freezer. Must have been Finn... I grabbed Jax's JetBoil and emptied the soup into that, then filled the FireAnt with twigs & sticks from the stockpile I put into a heavy duty plastic bag Thursday night, and started on the sandwiches. Once everything was ready I handed Jax his mug and sandwich. He took a sip of the soup.

"This is home made! Even the noodles! It's real good, you made this?"

"Thank you, yes I did. You can tell the noodles are home made?" He looked at me like I was an idiot.

"My Mom's a Chef at a five star resort... She works the dinner shift, so I eat a lot of frozen and canned crap, she doesn't like to cook in when she's home. Except on the weekends, on the weekends I eat like a freeking king!"

"Oh, well I'm glad you approve of my cooking. I actually love to cook. Hopefully you'll eventually come to live with me, and I'll get to cook for you every morning, noon and night."

"Ya, I wonder how that's gonna work, I really hope it doesn't involve anything happening to my Mom..."

"I doubt it will. I think this whole thing was planned by your Dad."

"Ya. I'm pretty sure it was. I wonder if Mom's had a dream too."

I just shrugged my shoulders and we focused on dinner. Once finished I collected the dishes and went to the bolder to wash them. Doing dishes in the woods in the pouring rain, for some reason, always made me happy, and being buck naked just added to the enjoyment, I'd never put much thought into naturism, but it was growing on me. When I got back to the tarp Jax had layed out dessert, Graham Crackers, Hershey bars and Marshmallows.

"No camping trip is complete without S'mores! Do you have anything we can roast the Marshmallows on? Wet sticks don't sound appealing." He was of course correct in this statement. I thought for a second, yes, yes I did. My love of too much gear pays off sometimes. I went to my pack and pulled out a pair of titanium chop sticks.

"Wallah! The perfect stick for roasting marshmallows over a tiny campfire!" I got a giggle from Jax.

"You got something for every situation in that pack, don't you!"

"I try! You get started, I wanna check the shortwave for the weather forecast." I could have checked on my SatLink, but really didn't want to even look at my phone right then.

"Cool, ohhh! Then can you try to find some foreign music? 1.0 found a music station from India once, it was way cool!" I gave him a nod then grabbed the radio, finding NOAA Weather radio was easy, the frequencies are programmed into the unit, rain expected through Saturday, clearing overnight, Sunday should be clear. Good, I love the rain, but I'd prefer not to have to hike out during a downpour. Finding music on shortwave is a whole other ballgame. After about five minutes I found something I assumed to be out of Russia, the music sounded Cossack, and it was crystal clear.

"How's that? I think it's Eastern Russian, from the Cossacks. Do you know Tchaikovsky's 'The Nutcracker', the Russian Dance is Cossack."

"Wow! That's great! I love the Nutcracker! Mom and Dad took me to see it in Santa Barbara last year, the ballet was incredible!" We enjoyed our S'mores then climbed back into the hammock, side by side and cuddled up, I threw my top quilt over us. I thought about suggesting another movie, but the rain clouds were high, and there was an amazing lighting show happening over the Pacific Ocean that seemed perfectly timed to the music. No Hollywood film could compete. We sat and watched for a couple hours, the FireAnt had burned itself out and Jaxon was starting to doze off, well so was I.

"Hey Jax, it's getting late, how 'bout we hit the sack?"

"Ya, sounds like a plan... Will you make love to me again, before we go to sleep?"

"Sorry Bug, I'm still spent from this afternoon. But if you want a Bj, I'd be more than happy to provide."

"Hehe... 'Bug'... I like that, I also like it when you call me 'Baby Boy', I know that doesn't have anything to do with my Goodnites... I'd love a blowjob before we sleep, but a quickie please, I'm horny, but pretty tired, that was a great workout this afternoon."

"It sure was! One quickie coming up! But I gotta pee first, you should try to as well, this afternoon I just barely got your Goodnites on in time." He giggled at that.

"Sorry 'bout that, hehe. Thanks for saving us from a wet, stinky sleeping bag." We walked hand in hand about 20 yards downhill to what we had designated the 'Pee Tree', we took our peepees in our free hands and let loose. There was something sweet about the whole thing, we were bonding. With empty bladders and dry skin we crawled into the tent. It took a while to find the correct position for me to blow my boy in the little tent, we ended up with him on his back and me on all fours above him.

Even though we had been naked most of the day, I hadn't paid much attention to his little cocklet, except for during sex. I studied the limp little sausage it for a few moments, I was truly the luckiest perv of the planet. I slurped it up, he was hard in seconds, I love the feeling of a dickie getting hard in my mouth. Jax started kissing and licking my belly, I loved that. Now, sucking boydick happens to be my very favorite pastime, and I love to take my time and savor every second, but my boy wanted a quickie, so that's what he would get. I went into overdrive and sucked the hardness like my life depended on it. Five minutes later his whole body tensed and his boyhood thrashed in my mouth I was surprised at how long the orgasm lasted, it was at least forty seconds before he relaxed and and his joystick started to go limp.

"Oh Wow! That was amazing. Thanks Dad."

"You're welcome Bug. That was fun. I could suck that thing for days." I grabbed his Goodnites and slid them on, giving his dicklet one last kiss before putting it away for the night. Then I snuggled up next to him and zipped up the sleeping bag.

"Hehe, I'd like that, but it would probably fall off after the first day. Tomorrow can you give me a nice slow one? Maybe even edge me for an hour or so?"

"I would love to, there's something I want you to do for me tomorrow too, but you'll find out right before. It's time to sleep now, good night Bug, I love you."

I kissed the top of his head.

"Oh boy, I can't wait. Good night 2.0, I love you too."

We both drifted off to dreamland. Again I had a great dream. Jaxon was standing on a podium with the rest of his team, Gold Medals draped around their necks. They were all in swim briefs, I looked around and saw the pool there were nets at each end, then I saw the Olympic flag. Jaxon had just lead his team to the Gold in Olympic Water Polo. His girlfriend and I had our arms around each other, we were both crying tears of joy. She had her own Gold Medal around he neck. I awoke to a wonderful warm sensation in my groin. Jax was returning the favor from last night. He must have been at it for a while because the next thing I knew, I was cumming.

"Oh damn, Baby Boy. What a way to wake up! Thank you."

"Ha! You're welcome 2.0. You were out, I wasn't sure if you were gonna wake up, even when you came. Guess what... Something happened last night, or should I say didn't happen. Feel my Goodnites!" I did as instructed, who was I to argue against groping my boy. It was... It was... Dry!

"Oh Bug! I'm so happy for you. That's amazing!" My enthusiasm was real, a dry night for a bedwetter was something to be excited over.

"Thanks, I'm not sure if it's a fluke, or if I'm getting better, I had to pee when I woke up, so I went in an empty Gatorade bottle, like 1.0 taught me."

"That's good... I think you should keep wearing those until you make it two weeks dry, at least." He figured that was a good idea, he hated waking up in a wet bed. I was truly happy for him, but, I was starting to see yellow...

"Bug? Is there any room left in that bottle? 'Cause I gotta go!" He handed me the bottle, there wasn't that much in it, I filled it to the brim. Thank you Finn.

"Conor... Dad 2.0, can we stay in here and just love each other, and sleep till we have to get out? I've got some Breakfast bars, if you're hungry." He handed me a 'White Chocolate Macadamia Nut' Cliff bar, ya, with that I could handle a few more hours in the tent with him. I pulled him on top of me, so his head was just under my chin and his Goodnites were resting on my crotch, I zipped us back up, wrapped my arms around him and we drifted back to sleep.

I woke up about noon, it was still pouring rain. Jax was still dry, and he was out cold. I rolled him off me, slid him as far up as I could, got between his legs, slid off his Goodnites and took him into my mouth. I knew I was taking a risk, but if things went well, it would be worth it, if things didn't go well, I'd live. I did keep his diaper in my hand, just in case. It took him a few minutes for him to get hard, I really enjoyed sucking his limp little dickie and balls. As he hardened he woke up.

"Oh Dad, that feels so good... 1.0 used to do this to me sometimes, what a way to wake up! Thanks for risking me peeing in your mouth."

I just grunted an 'um huh' and kept working. Over the next hour I expertly worked his wood, bringing him to the brink of climax then letting him back down. He was in heaven, but I could sense the frustration starting to build. As I brought him over the edge the only sound to escape his lips was the cutest little 'squeak', his body told a different story, if I hadn't been blowing him for over an hour I'd have thought he was having a grand mal seizure.

"Holy fuck Dad! That was beyond amazing. Holy shit, I thought you'd never let me cum... Sorry for cursing..."

"Ha! It's ok kiddo, cursing in bed is fine. Your mouth isn't anywhere near as bad as I expected, considering the first word you spoke to me was 'shit'..."

"Hehe, ya I try not to curse too often... Umm I guess it's time to get up, I gotta go to the bathroom, and not the kind I could do in a bottle..."

"Ya, me too."

He grabbed his bathroom bag and a bottle of water, I unzipped the tent and headed to my pack to do the same.

"See ya in a few minutes!" He shouted and scampered off into the woods. I was relieved at that, taking a leak while holding hands is one thing, but I don't wanna take a dump with another person, even if I did love him more than anything in the world.

With my business taken care of I got lunch ready, a charcuterie board. Cured meats, cheeses, crackers, and some fig jam, not really much to do, other than take stuff out of the bag and put it on a cutting board. With that done I thought about where I wanted do give Jaxon his next good feelings, I walked over the the boulder and sat down. This was perfect. I took my place back in my chair under the tarp, just as Jaxon returned, he headed for his tent.

"Hey Jax! Don't put that away just yet." He came over to me, again looking at me like I was crazy.

"Can I borrow your... special kit?"

"Um... Sure, but you know part of it has been up my butt, right?" I had to giggle at that.

"Ya? Ya know what else has been up your butt? My dick, some of my fingers, and even my tongue."

"Hehe! Right... Wait why do you need it, it's not like you're gonna let me..." His emeralds blinded me again as his jaw hit the groundcloth. I just smiled and nodded. "Really?? 1.0 only let me do that once, he didn't even like me rimming him, he hated having his butthole messed with."

"Well I love it. Remember, you said it yourself, I'm kinda an upgrade." He almost knocked me over shoving the kit into my hands. I refilled the water bottle and said. "Go ahead and eat, I'll be back in a few minutes."

"Ohhh!! Charcuterie! Yummm! Is that prosciutto?"

"That, Son is the best Serrano ham on the planet, be careful with that red stuff that's a very spicy chorizo." I said pointing to my very favorite thing on the board. I didn't mention that everything on that board was the best money can buy, I don't fuck around when it comes to charcuterie, there was around $200 worth of meat and cheese sitting on that cheap plastic cutting board. I even had a can of nice Pinot Noir to go with it, but I'd pull that out when I got back (yes, it's 2024 you can get some nice wines in cans now).

I went off to do the thing. It's not something that I particularly enjoy doing, but I do think it's a must, especially when you're going to let a boy in there. I did a second round, cleaned up and made my way back to camp.

"Thank goodness you're back, I was about to lose all self control and eat the rest of that spicy chorizo, that stuff is soooo good! But that cheese, that's just nasty, it smells high school hockey pants." He pointed to the Roquefort, one of my favorites.

"Did you taste it?"

"Heck no! Not with that smell!"

"It does smell really bad, but it actually tastes very good. Would you be willing to try it?" I popped a chunk into my mouth, blue cheeses are a bit of an acquired taste, and I've acquired that taste in droves. He took a deep breath.

"You're not trying to trick me now, right? ... No, you wouldn't do that... Ok, I'll try a little." I put a small chunk onto a water cracker, along with a bit of the spicy chorizo and held it up for him, he tentatively leaned forward and opened his mouth. This was an incredible display of trust on his part, and it melted my heart. He gagged a little as the package passed under his nose but took it into his mouth like a champ.

He closed his mouth and started to chew, the look of terror and disgust faded.

"It's not bad... I don't like it, but I don't hate it. I guess this is one of those 'acquired tastes' Mom goes on about. And the spice cuts through the funk real good."

"I am so proud of you Bug! There will be foods that you don't like, and that's ok, as long as you are willing to try. There are foods that I hate, but I know I hate them because I try them every few years, eggs, on their own, fish and raw onion, three things I won't eat."

"Really? Those are the three things Mom won't make me try to eat!"

We talked more about food as we polished off the board, I did pull out the can of wine, he loved that but understood that I should drink most of it.

Then it was time. I walked over to the boulder, spread the towels, then laid myself down and pulled my knees to my chest. I knew I wasn't about to have a sexual experience to rock the ages, but he was.

He was rock hard the second he realized what I was actually about to let him do to me. I'm sorry, I do love making love to boys, but shoving your dick into an asshole will always, in some respect be about control, about power. He understood that. He lined up, looked me in the eye and asked.

"Dad, are you sure?"

"Were you sure, when you gave me this power over you yesterday?"

He just grinned, then shoved it in. He went nuts and started jackrabbiting me. This was fine, I knew he was almost an inch too short to reach my prostate, and even if I jerked myself feverishly I had no chance of getting off. This was about him. Fuck it, it was all about him. About 5 minutes later he came. He came hard. I may not have cum, but this was by about my favorite sex of the weekend. His O face made it totally worth it. Damn he was cute!

We spent most of the rest of the day in the rain, having sex or just holding each other. At one point he remembered my camera and wanted me to take pictures of him. He was a great model, we did some soft some hard, even a few with my dick in his mouth. My favorites are the ones with my cum all over his face, his idea. I have a set of photos I will cherish for the rest of my life, I'll never post them, I'm not that much of an idiot. After dinner he grabbed my cock and started to suck it, I had to stop him.

"Do you want to blow me now, or do you want me to make love to you again before we sleep?" I wasn't a kid anymore, there's only so many times I can get off in a single day, and we were pushing the limit.

He looked a little disappointed and bit his lip again then said... "I want you to fuck me before bed, not lovemaking, I want a good hard fuck!"

"Ok, I can do that. Let's climb in the hammock and watch a movie before bed." He enthusiastically agreed. We cuddled and watched 'JoJo Rabbit', when it was over he looked at me with tear stained eyes.

"Thank you for showing that to me. It was really good, but real sad. Thanks for believing I could handle it..." The movie was a comedy, but was also a tragedy, not nearly as gut wrenching as 'A Monster Calls. It was a good test of my new Son's emotional maturity. He passed. After another hand in hand pee in the pouring rain, we lovingly, and slowly dried each other, then crawled back into the tent.

He was still lose enough as not to require much of a stretching session. After a nice round of rimming, I fucked his brains out. He came three times, the third time was as I splattered my seed inside of him. The dream I had was even better than the others. All I really remember were the words,

'Grandpa, you made me feel sooooo good! Thanks...'

Sunday morning, Jax was once again dry, and once again I roused him with a nice slow Bj. The rain had stopped, I made pancakes and bacon for breakfast. We didn't have any more sex, but we cuddled, a lot. We both knew our tryst was about to come to an end, at least for this weekend. When the afternoon came and we were packing all our gear away, he panicked.

"I can't go home with leftover food! Mom will know! I don't think she should know... at least not yet. We need to wait for 1.0 to bring everything together."

"I agree, I'll take your food. And you'll take my contact info, we can talk anytime you want. I don't know what 1.0 has planned, but I actually trust him."

When the time came to part ways we cried in each others arms, we knew we would see each other again, but a month is a long time. He finally let go and started his seven mile hike back to the lower trailhead. I fully expected to wake up, in my bed back in L.A. Was this really happening? I hiked out a different way than the way I came in, a much easier route, since I didn't need to stop at the springs.

I thought as I hiked, yes this was happening. I had a son. I was putting my entire future was in the hands of the ghost of a man I had never met. Whenever I thought about Finn, I felt nothing but love, not erotic but brotherly love. On the drive home I thought about him coming to live with me. I didn't know how it would happen, but knew it would, and I somehow knew his mom would be on board. Driving into Downtown, I realized that there was no way in hell I wanted to raise him here, the homeless capital of the United States.

Entering my Penthouse I looked around and was a little sad that I would finally have to let it go. But I was also overjoyed at the prospects of what was to come. I unpacked my backpack and found an unexpected surprise, a pair of Avengers undies! I could have sworn I put them back, then I noticed a pair of mine were gone, the pair I used to clean up my cum. Dirty boy, I loved him so much. I gave his undies a sniff and it was like Jax was standing next to me. I longed for his presence, but strangely I wasn't horny, I wanted to hold him, I wanted to talk to him. I shoved it out of my mind and focused on the question at hand, where did I want to raise my Son.

I poured a shot of whiskey and drank it down, then poured another for sipping. I grabbed my laptop and went to the patio. I went to the darkweb and searched 'best place for a boylover to raise a boy in the United States' after reading for about an hour the answer was clear. Santa Fe, New Mexico. Turns out Pueblo, Colorado was where to raise a girl. I went to Zillow and quickly found several potential homes including a ranch with 350+ acres of woodlands two ponds and a stream. I made notes of what I wanted to see, then started looking of an agent. I looked at a couple then found one, he had great reviews, but there was something about his photo, and my gut, or perhaps Finn was telling me to call him. I pulled out my phone and punched in his number.

Howard seemed like a nice guy, I explained that I was adopting an eleven year old boy and didn't want to bring him up in L.A. he laughed and said twelve years ago he adopted a ten year old and moved out of New York City. He knew. When I told him what properties I wanted to see I could hear the dollar signs flashing in his eyes. Some of the most expensive properties on the market in all of Santa Fe. I asked when he could take me to see them, he said as soon as tomorrow. That worked for me, I said I'd be at his office around eleven in the morning.

I then called an Appraiser, I needed to know what this place was worth, I was sure it was more than the 2.5 million I paid for it. I had planed on just leaving a message, it was Sunday afternoon after all. Someone actually answered, when I gave her the address she almost fainted. She said she just had a last minute cancellation, and wondered if 9 am the next day worked. I told her I wouldn't be home, but gave her the elevator code. She would email me her report.

My next call was to Danny, my building's concierge, an adorable 21 year old twink, who looked not a day over sixteen, and was a miracle worker. He could get you anything you wanted, and I mean anything (within reason, or course). I told him I needed to be in Santa Fe, tonight and wanted to come home next Sunday evening. He said he'd email me the itinerary within the hour.

I was about to go have a shower when my laptop started ringing, an incoming Zoom call, I knew exactly who was calling.

"Hey Jax! How's it going?"

"Hi Dad! I'm doing good, but I miss you already... I can't talk long, Mom's in the shower. I just wanted to make sure you got my present, I know you borrowed them Thursday night. And I think it's a fair trade, now you don't have to wash your pair of cum crusted undies. Haha!!"

"Ha! I found them, thank you. Now try not to wear mine out before I can give you another pair. Yours will live under my pillow, so that I can imagine you next to me in bed."

"I'm gonna do the same with mine, I gotta go, I still gotta do the schoolwork I missed on Friday."

"Oh? I figured you were off on Friday."

"Nope, on camp-out weekends I get to skip school on Friday, as long as I do all the classwork and homework, I've only got an hour or so left... I just wanted to say hi. I'll have more time to talk during the week."

"Ok Bug, um... I'm gonna be traveling for work this week, so if I miss you I'll call you back, what's the best time?"

"I get home about 3:00, Mom's at work from 4:00 till midnight anytime between is fine... Where ya going?"

"Santa Fe, New Mexico."

"Ohhh! So jealous. Went there on vacation a couple years age, I loved it. I gotta go... Da... Conor? Thank you... Thank you for being my Dad 2.0... I love you."

"Thank you for being my son. I love you too. Goodbye."

He ended the session. My heart was refilled. Just seeing his face, hearing his voice was enough. I said a silent thank you to Dad 1.0 and headed for the shower.

Even though I had just spent two days naked in the rain, there's nothing like a good hot shower. I spent a good while under the rain head and had the steam jets on full. I didn't want to get out, but when Danny says 'within the hour' he means it. I dried myself and went back to the patio and opened the itinerary, nice... A chopper from the roof of the L.A. Mart building to Burbank Airport, where I would board a Gulfstream to Santa Fe. He had rented me a Bentley GTC and booked me a suite with a patio at the best hotel in Old Town. Such a good boy!

I closed down my laptop and went to pack, I only had an hour before I had to be at the helipad. I starting packing and I realized something, I was still naked, hum, oh well, not like anyone could have seen me on the patio. On the way out of my building I stopped by Danny's desk.

"Hey Conor, do you want me to call you a limo?"

"No thanks, but I do love it when you call me Daddy. Ha! Seriously it's two blocks, I think I can handle it."

"Hehe. I've been an naughty boy, maybe when you get back you can punish me? Will you spank me Daddy?"

"Sorry Kiddo, I'm off the market. I'm going to be adopting an eleven year old, he's going to be my real Son."

"Oh shit! Congratulations! I'm gonna miss our playtimes though. Have a great trip."

I gave him a peck on the cheek and slipped $500 into his pocket. Sure Danny was 21, while tweens are my favorite, I do also enjoy teens and the occasional baby faced twink. Danny was a whole lot of fun. He liked to roll play, and loved to get spanked, he also had the best cum I've ever tasted. Being called Daddy by a hot little twink was vastly different than being called Dad by Jaxon though.

To be continued...

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Olem Hansen

Note: I am going to start posting chapters of multiple stories, 'Dad 2.o', 'Axel, From the Ashes', and 'The Bellboy'. I will also adding to 'The Lost Boys of Plummer Park'. All of the stories are in the same universe and will have crossovers, but they are also independent. And are all leading to the story I wanted to write when I started writing, 'Becoming Mattie Hansen'.