"That was the only one available for tomorrow," my mother smiled, her patronising best, "and nothing in the afternoon either..."

"But why do I need to go?!" I nearly screamed.

"And you always say that you love him, huh?" she asked, the tone exasperatingly condescending.

"That's no reason to take the six o'clock flight!" I cried. "I don't need to get up at four in the morning," I rolled my eyes for emphasis, "get to the airport by five and take the flight at six!"

She remained silent, eyeing me... that impossibly smug look on her face... a look that always portents her victory.

"And, that's thirteen hours of waiting at the airport!" I exclaimed, unbelieving, "What am I supposed to do the whole f..." I paused, quickly checking the 'fucking' that came to the tip of my tongue, "um, day? Sit at the airport and twiddle my thumb?!"

She gave that loving, Earth-Mother smile of hers, "Oh, there's so much to do, you could catch up on some reading," she ignored my derisive grunt, "or take your laptop along and maybe you'll get some brilliant new ideas while watching the people, something that you claim you love doing, helps you to flesh out your characters," she lifted her hand, shushing me, "and even before you know it, it will be seven and your darling baby will be in your arms!"

"Just think how happy he'll be when he sees you there..." she continued, her eyes dreamy, oozing love, "his little arms wrapped around your neck as he hugs you, squealing with delight. Ah, wish I could go..."

For a brief moment I felt like saying, 'Then why don't you?' but remained silent. We had already been through it, all of past week, and nothing would change now... I was done for, I HAD to go. A whole fucking day wasted sitting at the airport, and all for NOTHING!

Well, some background info is called for, or you readers will be scratching you head and wondering what I'm bloody rambling about...

My seven year old nephew, my darling sister's precious little boy was visiting us for Christmas. Simple, right? Wrong! His father, my dear brother-in-law got tied up with some sudden, and urgent business and would be unable to make it, so my sister decided to cancel their trip. But the kid was adamant, he would listen to nothing - no reason, nor plea - he simply wanted to be with his grandparents, and his adorable Mama (maternal uncle) - yours truly!

So, finally, they booked him on the flight...

Now, here's the catch - We live in Kolkata (formally Calcutta), and my only sister lives in a godforsaken little place way out on the extreme western tip of Gujarat. The place is neither connected by rail, nor air, to any major place around the country. The only way to get out is to take a chugging train to Ahmedabad and then embark on one's further journey; or take the only available flight, one per day, to Mumbai (formally Bombay), and then going on to wherever you wanted!

The kid was booked on the Mumbai flight, and then on a connecting flight to Kolkata - an unaccompanied minor.

The moment my sister mentioned the details, informing me to pick him up at the Kolkata airport, my parent hit the roof, "A baby, all alone?!" they both exclaimed.

"But Ma," I tried to explain, "hundreds of kids travel alone, all over the world, there's nothing to worry. Besides, I'll pick him up once he lands here..."

Well, no point in boring you guys with all the details of our very lengthy and animated discussion that didn't have much logic or substance, nor reason. I simply gave up, defeated... and as I sat down at the dinner table, the evening before the arrival of my darling nephew, my father informed me that he had booked me on the flight to Mumbai - I was supposed to go there, receive the child and travel back to Kolkata together.

I grunted, but remained silent till my mom dropped the bombshell: "Wake up early and the driver will drop you at the airport."

"Early?" I questioned, "There's nearly a half dozen flights, when is this one?"

"Six in the morning..." my dad replied.

And that's when I went - "AT SIX?!"

Okay guys, now on with the story...

So, there I was, sitting in the domestic arrival lounge of the Mumbai airport, since 7.30 AM... sitting, utterly bored and yawning away, in a horrible black mood. Drinking endless cups of weak coffee that did absolutely nothing to lighten up the dark clouds, and twiddling my thumb - no book, and no laptop - just my roving eyes...

Sitting and cursing every single soul that walked past me or crossed my line of vision; cursing for the predicament I was in, not that they were responsible for it... cursing till my eyes suddenly alighted on the breathtakingly delicate form that stepped out of the elevator and entered the lounge...

I gasped, and then I groaned... my pulse suddenly wide awake and racing... my eyes gradually widening as my jaws dropped low in slow motion...

Probably around 16 or 17, the kid was gorgeously stunning...

NO, the kid was way beyond mere 'gorgeous', much beyond simply 'stunning' - He was a living wet dream - devastatingly desirable, deliciously Divine! And I devoured him!

At nearly 6', he was slim and slender... Lithe and lethal... With an incredible sexual aura that was sure to drive any onlooker, male or female, insane with desire.

My interest piqued, I shamelessly ogled, observing him keenly as he paced the lounge... walking around, up and down... peeking in at the book, jewellery and other assorted stores... checking the display at the delicatessen's... my adoring eyes following him, gadding between face and the jeans clad buttocks...

Admiring the sharp features... the large eyes, dark and long lashed... two limpid pools, liquid, that made you want to dive in and drown... The sensuously small mouth, full and luscious... maddeningly pouty!

The powerful calves, and thighs, so obvious even under the denim... topped by the most glorious, awesomely wholesome pair of globes... full and firm... the twill hugging the mounds in a desperately tight embrace...

And as the virtuoso strokes of my enamoured senses, my lust intoxicated imagination, painted salaciously graphic images in the gallery of my mind, suddenly, with a start, I realised that he looked oddly familiar... looked like someone I knew, knew very well.

I racked my brains, flipping through the pages of sepia memory... searching every convoluted corner... but no, try as hard, I just couldn't place him... yet continuing to feel so certain that I knew him, knew him personally...

Finally with a sigh I concluded that I couldn't possibly know him... didn't know him, had never seen him before. He was probably one of those déjà vu moments of life, when certainty is an illusion, and the illusory seem real.

And so, while I watched, I also wondered... embarking on a favourite little game that I often play when I have nothing better to do - observe, analyse, deduce and derive.

The kid was distinctly Indian, no question... but he evidently didn't belong here, couldn't belong here... everything about him made that so apparent. And the Emirates' baggage tag dangling from his backpack only strengthened that conclusion.

He was visiting... had probably just arrived.

But then, what was he doing in the domestic arrival, he should be in the international arrival. And even if he had to catch a connecting flight to some other city, he should be in the domestic departure!

Hmm, he probably had a lot of time between flights and was therefore 'exploring' the airport, looking around. Perhaps this was his first visit to the country...

I shook my head at that thought and suddenly realised that he was looking at me...

Our eyes had met several times, over fleeting glances, across the lounge while I had been ogling him. Both brave enough not to look away, yet reluctant to hold... Both acutely aware of the other's fascination, yet, neither willing to initiate.

But now, he was openly staring... his eyes squarely on me... paying me back the same attention that I had been affording him over the past half hour!

Well, the umpteen cups of coffee that I had consumed over the past nearly two hours suddenly made itself known, and I slowly stood up, heading for the men's room.

(Guys, honest... my only purpose was to relieve myself, and I had no other intention.)

The two attendants stood outside the door, and it was a pleasant surprise to find the place empty, totally deserted... and as I zipped up and walked over to the bank of washbasins, the door opened and the kid entered...

He paused for a moment, looking around... and then walked straight over to where I stood, standing by my side, looking at me in the mirror...

Our eyes locked and I saw him grin... an amazing lopsided grin... displaying a perfect set of sparkling pearls... and then spinning around walked over and entered one of the stall... leaving the door partly open as he threw me an inviting glance over his shoulder...

For the first time in my thirty-seven years I almost baulked... feeling the jitters of nervous excitement coursing through me!

Well, I wasn't exactly a saint, but neither did I go around mating in public loos... had never done it before. And had stopped screwing around with teens for nearly a decade now!

But how could I refuse the kid's invite? Only a fool would do it, or a raving lunatic, and I was neither!

With my heart slamming away, and my knees wobbly, I headed for the parted lavatory door, my lecherous cock already astir within the restrictive confines of its snug pouch. And as soon as I entered the cubicle, the kid reached across and slammed the door shut, flipping the latch... latching onto me... his pliant lips famished against mine... both hungry as we noisily gnawed at each other's mouth... the breathing harsh.

(Lavatory stalls and stall doors in this country, for most part, are floor length, so nothing is visible from the outside.)

My frantic hands sought out his magnificent teen butt, grabbing the denim clad mounds... fondling and caressing... kneading the pair.

The kid groaned in response, pushing his ass into me adoring palms... rotating his pelvis... his slender fingers clawing my shoulders, the grip fierce, clinging on.

Despite our noisy slobbering, and the pumping blood in my ears, I heard the outer door open, and then the sound of footsteps... my heart skipping a beat, suddenly uneasy, acutely aware that even the minutest sound we made could be easily heard, and yet, feeling devilishly raunchy, obscenely wanton!

Releasing my shoulders the kid dropped down on his haunches, swiftly undoing my fly... reaching in and extracting the stiff shaft... I heard him emit a small sound - a sigh of satisfaction? or, groan of lust? - his slender, warm fingers wrapping around the throbbing, flexing column, caressing and squeezing. And as I nervously listened to the splash against porcelain coming from the outer room, he lunged forward, taking me in...

I shuddered at the sudden moist heat engulfing my cock... the cry almost unconsciously rising before I just about managed to gulp it down... shutting my eyes tight and biting down on my lower lip... my hips gently swaying as the kid bobbed his head... his fingers clutching the base of my penis in a firm grip... his other hand groping me, toying with my testicles.

The kid was ravenous... slurping noisily as he took me deep... deep down his gullet... letting out soft, nasal moans... oblivious of the man outside... unmindful that the noise he was making would carry beyond the flimsy door... could easily be recognised for what it was...

But there was nothing I could do as I stood slumped against the door, vibrating from head to foot... the boy's tiny mouth wrapped tight around my flexing cock, working diligently as he hollowed his cheeks, creating a suction that was agonisingly unbearable, yet incredibly fabulous... making my balls roll and churn in excited anticipation... driving my closer and closer to the precipice... forcing me to continuously stifle the moans that threatened to escape and shatter the silence of the men's room.

I heard the sound of running water, and then the footsteps... pausing for a moment before moving on, the outer door open and then close.

I sighed with relief... and quickly grabbing his shoulders pulled up the kid.

He was horribly horny, in the maddening throes of arousal... his handsome face flushed, the eyes glazed and his nostrils flared; and those amazingly pouty lips... now impossibly puffed and glistening with the drooling saliva.

I crushed my mouth over his and felt him melt in my arms... his body going slack... slump against me.

The outer door opened once more, the restroom suddenly alive with passengers relieving themselves - zippers being undone, and that distinct splash against porcelain... the sound of running water and discreet coughs.

But it didn't bother me anymore... I was beyond care, well beyond the bounds of fear or anxiety... silently working as I quickly divested the kid of his clothes - pulling off his tee and then unbuttoning his fly. He wiggled out of the jeans, letting it drop to the floor along with his boxers, stepping out and standing back... gloriously naked...

I gawped, my eyes nearly popping - the kid was simply AWESOME... Absolutely Ravishing - Smooth and Silky... Peach and Melon. Delicately delicious... Sumptuously sapid!

And once more I was swamped with the uncanny sense of recognition... the feeling of knowing him... knowing him intimately...

But God, I couldn't worry about such weird feelings now... I couldn't think straight, think of anything. He was the very dream that I had long cherished... the very boy I had always desired... and a public loo was no place for him!

He wasn't meant for the esurient embrace of a predatory stranger... He deserved a lot better. He deserved the very BEST!

He should be under a shower in a private bathroom... or, languid in a bubble bath. Laid out over satin sheets on a proper bed, so that he may be tenderly loved and lavishly adored; every lithesome inch of his admirable adolescent body passionately worshipped... and then gently taken.

If only I had found him earlier... ah, I wouldn't have aimlessly meandered in the meaningless maze of otiose matings... wasting away my life!

The heady combination of youthful freshness and seductive beauty was too much to bare and pushing him roughly against the wall I held him pressed... lifting his arms above his head as my savage mouth sought out his tender teen flesh... devouring him, literally.

Kissing, licking and nibbling... biting his lips and sucking on his earlobes... swirling my tongue amongst the silken strands in his armpits... and chewing on those delectable teen nipples. Giddy with lust as I lapped every glorious inch of his delicately delicious teen body... each fold intoxicatingly musky after his long journey... adding further spice to his inebriating teen flavour!

Both horribly noisy as we travelled the path of erotic exploration... Both recklessly oblivious of the continuous flow of men walking in and out of the restroom. Hoping that the constantly crackling public address system would sufficiently mask our cacophonous debauchery.

I worked my way lower down his trembling torso... my tongue trailing the seductive dusting as it crawled its way to the silky triangle, and his threshing man-treasure... groaning with amazement as I eyed his magnificent teen phallus - awesomely large and ferociously rigid - twitching and flexing with unbridled passion, the tip glistening with the crystal dew oozing out.

Crouching down, almost reverently, I took him in both my hands... adoring his manhood, his pride... joyously lapping along the tremulous length... pulling back the foreskin, a fine veined gossamer veil, to swirl my tongue over the ruddy glans and around the flared rim... titillating the frenulum and tickling the tiny slit at the tip.

He shuddered... and he groaned in response, his fingers fierce in my hair... gripping my head as he forced my face closer; his pelvis bucking... his thighs spreading wide.

Releasing his cock I turned my attention to the dangling orchises encased in their delectable honey-dew sac... hefting the pair with my tongue... sucking on the large teen testicles... taking them in, one at a time... my fingers and thumb roaming the groin, titillating his pubes, and his perineum... gently rubbing the region with a slight pressure.

He went on susurrating - a continuous moan of rapturous ecstasy, ragged and raspy - his supple form jerking with spasmodic velocity... his fingers twirling in my hair.

I didn't hear the approach, but suddenly heard the curious question from beyond the closed door, "You okay in there?"

Reaching up I quickly covered the boy's mouth with my hand, grunting a hoarse, "Yeah, fine..."

There was a moment's silence, and then I heard the soft chuckle, the footsteps withdrawing, leaving us alone to continue with our salacious game.

Pulling back I turned the kid around... staring at that dazzlingly magnificent pair of bun - two peachy melons... splendidly mouth-watering!

With the incoherent cry of a demented maniac I ground my face in... licking and kissing each divine inch of his glorious globes... biting and nibbling those amazingly creamy cheeks. My hands petting and pawing... caressing and kneading... My tongue swishing along the cleft... slipping under the gluteal folds, licking along the curves... intoxicated by his teen musk...

The kid stood with his face and hands pressed against the wall, softly whining away... pushing back at my slobbering mouth... his knees bent and his legs atremble.

In a surreal daze I slowly parted those cheeks, prising them open... holding my breath, almost ready to swoon as I caught a glimpse of the treasure within... Stunned out of my mind as I took quick licks along the smooth cleft - from hairless perineum to the base of his spine - my tongue swabbing at the tight little ring pouting out in all its pink glory.

"Nnngh..." the kid wailed, reaching down and grabbing my head, viciously tugging at my hair... and as I looked up, I saw him staring down at me over his shoulder, the eyes glazed... unseeing. "Fuck me," he hissed in urgent whisper, the very first time either of us had spoken.

I rose, quickly stepping out of my jeans and briefs, and reaching for the dispenser, jerked it, filling my palm with the liquid soap, working my slippery fingers as I lubed him... Then taking myself in a firm grip, got into position.

He shuddered as I slid my cock along the cleft of his buttocks... whimpering as I gently nudged at that tiny pink opening, his body slowly tensing.

Wrapping my free hand around his slim waist, I pulled him close, holding him steady, and then applied pressure...

Immediately he cried out, lifting up on his toes... his ass bucking, the cheeks flexing furiously.

'Hmm, probably a first-timer,' I thought. Well, I had done it before, and I could surely do it now...

Reaching up I grabbed turfs of his thick mane, turning his face around, covering his mouth with my own... and summoning up all my strength, lunged...

The kid cried out in my mouth, his tender frame convulsing as I snapped through the protesting ring, piercing his innards... entering him!

He whimpered, and he moaned in my mouth as I assiduously worked my entire length deep into the raging heat of his churning colon... burying myself to the very hilt!

Ready to begin what he had asked me to do... Ready to fuck him!

Once sure that the restroom was empty, I silently slunk out of the stall, and after washing up a bit at the sink, finally walked out of the men's room... still in a languorous haze.

We had remained locked in that cubicle for over three hours, mating like wild, rutting animals... loath to let go, reluctant to end it. Both in a drunken stupor, lust intoxicated, gluttonous in our voracious greed. The kid repeatedly splashing the stall wall and floor with his copious teen spunk... driving me out of my mind with his fierce proctal contractions... forcing me to flush his willing bowel with my own bubbling seed.

Both totally unconcerned with the presence of men beyond the flimsy door. Unmindful of the attendants coming in at regular interval, mopping the floor and flushing the stalls. Unabashed that they had already tried our door on several occasion, least bothered with what they might be speculating about the long locked door...

The kid emerged after another half hour... and I saw him head straight for the elevator on unsteady feet, pausing for a brief moment to look back at me before stepping in.

I watched the door close... and he was gone!

I sighed... suddenly feeling an inexplicable sense of loss. Suddenly wishing that I had him, had him all to myself... Forever!

Getting up I went across to the kiosk and asked for a coffee. I still had a long wait, over seven hours, before my nephew arrived!

I had already contacted the airline staff and informed them that I'd be collecting my nephew in Mumbai and they had asked me to wait at the airline's check-in counter in the departure lounge. They'd bring the child over once he landed.

His flight came in right on time... and soon I spotted him being escorted by a smart young lady sporting a uniform that couldn't shrink any further... and a pair of leg that couldn't possibly get any longer!

He saw me, and his eyes widened and then snatching away his hand he ran forward, screaming "MAMA!" as he sprang at me, his tiny arms and legs tightly wrapping around me as I took him in a bear hug.

I thanked the lady, signed the relevant papers and taking hold of his tiny hand boarded our craft for the journey home...

The amazing encounter at the airport that morning, now a sweet memory that I knew I'd cherish for a long time... A lifetime!

"Who's this?' I asked, wondering.

"Shit, man," the man grunted, "you do forget old friends, huh?"

"Please," I said, not too friendly, "I'm in no mood for gam..."

"Fine," the man cut in, "Anil..."

"Anil?" I asked, racking my brain, clear the cobwebs.

"Anil..." he repeated, before adding, "the fertility guy?"

Anil... the fertility guy... I was still blank for a while before a tiny bulb blinked.

"ANIL!" I gasped, suddenly remembering.

"Yes, Anil," he laughed, "and we need to talk, urgent."

"What about?" I questioned, not really too keen to renew bonds.

"Save you some trouble and lessen the shock!" he snickered.

"Anil, what's this all about?"

"Not over the phone," he answered, "let's meet for breakfas..."

"No, not possible..." I cut in even before he could finish.

"It's for your own good, dude," now he interrupted, "I'm actually doing you a favour," he paused, "like I once did, before!"

"Listen, Anil," I said, impatient, "my nephew's visiting, and I'm supposed to take him to the zoo this morning, after breakfast."

"Fine, we can meet at the zoo, in front of the cafeteria..."

"Is it really that important?" I asked.

"Trust me!"

And we had neither called or spoken to each other in ages.

What did he want with me now... After all these years?!

"Where are you?" he asked.

"Outside the Snake House."

"Get to the cafeteria, and fast," he said, "I have to rush back to the office!"

'Fuck you and your office,' I thought. "Be there in a minute," I told him, and then looking down at my nephew said, "Let's go and get something to eat, you must be hungry after all the walking!"

He grinned looking up at me, his hand holding me tight.

"How does a super jumbo burger sound, huh?" I asked. "With their special icecream-soda!"

"That sounds cool," he giggled with excitement, his eyes sparkling, "and you're super cool!"

"Just promise you'll have your lunch and won't tell Gra'ma about the burger!" I winked. Yeah, I always spoilt him, and both his parents were very strict.

"PROMISE!" he squealed, wrapping his arms around my waist, hugging me.

Anil stood on the path by the side of the lawn, "Hey," he greeted, and then looking down at the kid smiled, tousling his hair, "Is uncle taking good care of you, kiddo?"

My nephew nodded, smiling back.

"Get him something to eat and then come out, we need to talk," he said looking back at me, not smiling anymore.

Getting the kid his jumbo burger and soda I sat him down at a table facing the lawn outside, "Sit and eat, I'll be outside."

He nodded and I went out.

"What's this all about, huh?" I asked, watching my nephew through the large window.

"Your son wants to meet you..."

It took me a while and then I looked at him, uncomprehending.

"Your son wants to meet you," he repeated, the face impassive.

"My 'son', what the fuck?!"

He smiled, the eyes twinkling, "You've forgotten?"

"Forgotten what?" I snapped, my mind racing desperately, searching every nook and corner for a clue... a long forgotten memory perhaps. Fuck, I wasn't straight, not even a bisexual... had never screwed a woman, even in my wildest dream... what was there to forget... um, what was there to remember?!

"You were eighteen and broke..." Anil murmured, his voice low, the eyebrows raised.

"So?"

"Sit down," he said, taking my arm and leading me to a nearby bench. "Remember that night when you came to see me at the clinic?"

I sat stunned... Numb... My head whirling like a crazed cyclone.

"You okay?" he asked, his hand on my shoulder.

"How can that be?' I screeched, incredulous.

He shrugged, "You donated, and it was used..."

"But... but, I don't want a son!" I gasped, horrified.

"But you have one!"

"Isn't there some law, huh?" I asked, quickly remembering those time blurred clauses, "I'm supposed to be, and remain, anonymous!"

"Yes, other than relevant genetic details and physical attributes, nothing about a donor is ever revealed.

"Then how does he know about me?"

"The laws have changed," he informed, "now the law states that once such donor conceived babies reach majority, she or he can demand to know the identity of his or her biological father, at least that's what the law states where he comes from, and we have to abide!"

"Where does he come from?"

"UK, London..."

"And you'll give it to him?"

Anil nodded, "He's approached us through proper channels, and we are bound..."

"And what about my rights, my choices, huh? What about my want... what if I don't want to meet my donated sperm kid, huh?"

"There is no such provision under existing laws..."

"Fuck your law!" I snapped, "Can't you stop it?"

"I'm no longer with the sperm bank section, and only came to know of it yesterday, while I was there, talking to the department head... and the kid called, asking for the information.

"The file, your file was on the table and I instantly recognised it, asking Dr. Bhargav to stall, tell the kid to visit the office and show his credentials before we gave him the details. I was doing it for you, I wanted to inform you, um, save you the sudden shock, before we gave the details to the kid."

"HAH, save me the shock!"

"Dude, I'm trying to help," he said. "The official call, from the clinic, informing you about your son's visit will come once the kid arrives at the office and takes your contact details..."

"When is he coming to India?" I enquired, thinking, thinking hard of ways and means of stalling the inevitable.

"He's already in town, got here yesterday..."

"WHAT?!" I exclaimed in horror.

Anil nodded.

"And he has my name, address, and phone numbers?" my heart slamming.

"Not yet," Anil smiled, "he'll be at the office later this afternoon."

"FUCK YOU!" I snapped.

"Listen, buddy, we are bound to give him all the details, even before he gets here, but he didn't ask then, just informing the clinic that he'd be visiting Kolkata and would get in touch with us.

"What do I do now?" I questioned, almost on the verge of tears... God, I didn't want to be a dad... I wasn't cut out to be a dad!

"You're taking this too bad," he reasoned, "he's a kid, just eighteen..." he shrugged before continuing, "he just probably wants to know his biological father. And he'll be gone even before you know he was here!

"Listen, I checked on the couple, they are well settled in the UK, the father's a big shot doctor there, the mother runs her own exclusive boutique - traditional Indian jewellery...

"Besides, you are protected by the law; you have no responsibilities what-so-ever!" Anil concluded.

"But I don't want to be a dad!"

"You won't be a dad," Anil smiled, "just be nice to the kid, take him around and show him the city, and within a week he'll be back in London, and you can go back to your regular life!"

"And how many more 'kids' do I have, huh?"

He grinned, shrugging, "I can't reveal..."

"You fucking can tell some bloody kid that I'm his 'dad'," I hissed through clenched teeth, vicious, "but can't tell me if I have more kids, huh?!"

"The law, my friend, and don't forget, you signed a contract...'

"Fuck your contract!" I snapped, "Do I have any more kids," I asked again, shocking myself with the sudden realisation of what a little thoughtless teenage indiscretion can spawn!

"I could lose my job..." he mumbled.

"And you could also lose your arms, and your legs, NOW, if you don't tell me!" I growled ferociously.

"Yes, two more," he finally relented, "but I can give you no further detail."

"How do you know, how can you be so sure?" I asked, wanting to throttle him.

"I checked your file, yesterday..." he disclosed.

"They too live outside Kolkata, or..." I began to ask, but Anil stood up and smiled down at me.

"Gotta go now," he said, taking my hand and squeezing it, "All the best!"

I sat, watching him walk away... still dazed, my head spinning.

In a desperate moment of stupid teen infraction, I had shed my milt... and a tiny, wiggling seed of that indiscretion had spawned this fully grown fruit that now threatened to confront me in living, breathing reality.

I hadn't sown, and yet I was now to reap that harvest!

I shuddered.

"Mama?" I heard the tiny voice and turned to see my nephew standing near the other end of the bench, eyeing me curiously.

"Let's go home..." I said, abruptly standing up.

"Hello?"

"Um," hesitated a strange young voice, unsure, "I'm Vicky..."

"Yes?"

"Um, am I talking to... er, Tridib?"

"Yes..."

"I'm Vicky, um, Vikram... from London."

My heart slammed and my knees buckled, the ground under my feet heaving as I quickly sat down on a nearby chair in the passageway.

"Hello, are you there?" the voice questioned.

"Yes..." I croaked, my voice breaking.

"Uh, you got a call from the clinic, um, a Dr. Bhargav?"

My head was reeling, my brain refusing to work... I simply let out a strangled gurgle.

"I'm in Kolkata, and I want to meet you..."

Words came rushing into my head - 'I'm away, in Africa, Timbuktu!'... 'I'm in Australia, the Great Barrier Reef, on research work!'... 'I'm in the hospital, laid up with ebola!' - but nothing came out...

"Can I come over?" the boy asked.

"Come over? Where?" I asked, my heart pounding wildly.

"Your home..." the voice informed, tentative.

"NO!" I instantly screamed, "You can't come here... um, I mean, I'm out... actually... er... meet me at... um, after..." my voice breaking.

"Kriss, let's link after your work's done!"

"Yes, yes..." I quickly responded, "after work, in the evening..."

"Oh," he let out a disappointed sigh, "we can't meet now, or around lunch hour?"

God, I needed time, time to prepare myself... but prepare for what?! Fuck, what am I supposed to do with a ready-made, grown-up 'son'?!

"Um, yes, evening, after work..." I blurted.

"You want me to come over to your place?" he asked.

MY PLACE? - FUCK, NO, NOT HERE!

"Er, no, you'll find it difficult to get here," I stated, trying desperately to sound friendly, "let's meet in front of, um... er..." I urgently sought to think of a decent place when Anil's advice about taking him around and being civil came to me. "Ah, yes, let's meet in front of Flury's," I finally said.

Yes, Flury's was ideal - I could give him a treat, and a hug (if he insisted), and then send him packing.

"Safe, yeah okay," the kid replied, sounding happy.

"You know the place?" I asked.

"Yeah, we come to Kolkata regularly," he answered, "my folks' families belong here, and we visit them every summer!"

I groaned.

"And I also know your area, can come over, no problem!"

Gosh, the kid wasn't smart, he was dangerous!

"Your folks here too?" I asked, thinking of ideas and strategies.

"No, I'm travelling alone since I wanted to meet you," the kid replied.

"Why do you want to meet me?"

"I want to know my real father," he stated, the tone matter-of-fact.

"What's wrong with your dad?"

"Nothing."

"Then why the sudden urge?"

"Because I was told now, after I turned eighteen..."

"Why?"

"They wanted me to know."

"Who's it?" I heard my mother ask from the dining room.

"A client," I called back lowering the phone.

"My parents may have been your 'client', I'm not," I heard the kid say as I lifted the instrument back to my ear, "I'm your son!"

"Yes," I retorted, "you don't need to remind me of that!"

"You don't seem too thrilled with the idea of having your long lost son restored, huh?" he observed, the tone mildly mirthful.

"I never lost a... er... um...." I trailed off, unable to say that dreaded word!

I heard him giggle, and then he asked, "Are you reluctant?"

"Why should I be?" I answered, trying to sound nonchalant, and then quickly added, "but neither am I keen..."

"I am," the kid announced, firm.

"Fine, meet me in front of Flury's, at six..." I informed him, totally resigned to my fate.

"Custi, I'll be there!"

Walking up to Park Street as I turned the corner I stopped in my track - the sidewalk wasn't as crowded as usual, and standing near the traffic signal, just beyond the Music World entrance, was a familiar figure - slim and slender... lithe and lethal - as maddeningly desirable as ever... the backpack slung over his delicate shoulder.

I instantly recognised him, wondering what I should do now... I mean, I had to go forward, I had a tryst to keep with a son I didn't even know existed... but at the same time I was reluctant to cross path with a kid I had just screwed in the airport loo two days ago...

Yes, I had liked him... and had even fancied having him as my own, forever... but now wasn't the time for that!

Well, he was probably waiting for the lights to change so that he could cross the street. I too would wait... and once he was over to the other side, I'd go over to Flury's... and my, uh, 'son'!

In the brief fraction of time that I dallied, debating on my move, the kid spun around, his eyes directly on me... I saw the curious look of uncertainty, and then the flicker of recognition... the eyes suddenly lighting up with a joyous glint.

And even before I could react, turn around and move away, he walked over, gracing me with that amazing smile of his, not a hint of discomfort or embarrassment, "Blimey, I don't believe this!"

I gave him a wan smile in return, still startled.

"Imagine finding you here!" he exclaimed once more, continuing to stare, "So, we were headed for the same destination, eh?"

I just stood there, my eyes flitting between his face and the Flury's store front.

"You live here?" the kid asked.

I looked briefly at him and nodded before turning back, my eyes once more searching the sidewalk for my prospective 'son'. Suddenly praying that he wouldn't now ask me to put him up, a backpacker touring India on a shoe-string budget!

His eyes followed mine, "Expecting someone?" he asked.

I nodded once more, earnestly hoping that he'd get the hint and move on, cross the street and vanish.

"I too am waitin..." he began and then stopped abruptly, remaining silent for a while before exclaiming, "Say, we never got to know each other's name," and then dropping his voice added, "though I can list every mole and birth-mark you have!"

I shuddered, I was already desperate to get this 'father-son' thing done and over with... and who needed a horny kid tagging my heel now?!

"I'm Vicky, um, Vikram, from London..." he announced, the tone mischievously frivolous.

It took a few fleeting seconds, and then I slowly turned to face him, my jaws dropping.

"This is priceless..." I heard him intone, grinning widely, the eyes twinkling with a puckish glint. "And you must be Tridib!" he whispered.

It hit me like a first-strike nuke attack - all destructive, all obliterating - sending a numbing buzz coursing through my entire body, and I froze.

"So, you are my father!" he grinned, without even batting an eyelid!

I blanched, the pit of my stomach tying up in tight knots... suddenly wishing that there was a bench nearby to sit down upon... or at least something to grab for support.

"This - is - so - cool!" he suddenly whooped with delight, his eyes sparkling.

I just stood there on the sidewalk, staring back at him vacuously, my heart slamming away... my throat bone dry, and my mind completely blank. Unbelieving... Totally KO'd.

He took my hand, "Shall we?"

"Huh?!" I finally blurted, looking at him, feeling his warmth against me.

"Flury's!" he grinned, "I love some of their stuff, and you do owe me a treat!"

"You know, I was like KMT..." he said as we walked the few paces, "er, totally pissed off with your behaviour this morning over the phone, didn't know what to expect... but now, book!" he rolled his eyes, letting out a giggle.

I felt a shiver pass down my spine... my ears blocked, my vision blurred... my mind in a total shut-down.

"This place is packed out!" Vicky grimaced as we stood on the pavement outside the entrance, watching the milling horde inside, the place choked with the evening crowd, "We can only waffle here, and I wanna talk!"

I stood silent, still reeling from the shock of discovery... numb and insensate.

He turned to face me, "Let's go!"

"Huh?" I croaked.

"Where's your car?"

"Huh?" I repeated.

"Hey, can you do any better than just a vacuous 'huh!'?"

"Uh, we could... could go to K... KFC, or Pizz... um, Pizza Hut..." I stuttered, suddenly seeming to regain my voice - the very first time I had uttered a word... a full sentence.

"Kriss, you can talk," he laughed, "thank God for that! And will any of those places be less crowded, at this hour? I wanna talk... so, where's your car?"

"Um, in that lane..." I murmured pointing towards Middleton Row.

He tugged at me, "Let's go."

"So..." he said as we got into the car, "what do I call you - Tridib or Daddy?"

I cringed without moving, staring back at him... horrified.

He deposited the backpack in the back seat and then looking at me lifted his shoulders, the eyebrows high.

I remained silent... my head still reeling.

"Listen, we're both uphill gardeners, and we both know it, especially after our little escapade at the airport..." he paused, looking at me, into my eyes.

"I'd never gone dogging before," he confessed, "but you nearly made me cream my pants when you perved me all over that lounge..." he shrugged, "You don't need to freak out over it, it's done and over with, so why don't we just get normal, and be normal, you know..."

I sat, dazed...

"Oh, c'mon, our attraction was mutual and inevitable, we just couldn't escape it... it's the genes, we are meant to belong to each other!"

I kept on staring... my mind completely blank, my senses numb.

"What are you afraid of, huh?" he finally questioned, giving me a curious look.

"Afraid, of what?" I asked, suddenly waking up... finding my voice.

"Dunno... of me, the son... or, me, the kid you screwed at the airport loo?"

I flinched... God, I didn't know how to handle the kid... grapple with the situation!

I had come prepared... prepared to be civil, give him a treat... and a hug. But God, I was still reeling from the double whammy - a grown up son... who turns out to be the very same kid I fuck in a public loo! The shock had made me forget everything... forget my day-long 'preparation' for this encounter... Anil's words of advice, about he being 'just-a-kid'... Everything!

"You married?" he asked, eyeing me curiously.

"Huh?"

"Are you married?" he hissed, impatient.

"No," I shook my head.

He raised his eyebrows and gave that lopsided grin, "You in the closet?"

"People who matter, are aware..."

"You in a relationship?"

I shook my head.

"Then what's your problem?!"

"Listen ki... um, Vik... Vicky," I finally managed, "you must realise that I wasn't even aware of having a... um... uh, son until yesterday. And today I... um..." I trailed off.

"And today you suddenly realise that you not only HAVE a grown up son, but you just popped his cherry at the Mumbai airport loo!" he completed the sentence for me, making me cringe, as if slapped.

I looked away briefly, my hands toying with the keys.

"I skeen," he smiled, and then seeing the blank look on my face, added, "Um, I understand, it's cool, really, and you have no reason to be afraid of me!"

"I'm not afraid of you..." I replied, emphatic, "I'm just... um..." I sighed, shaking my head, "I'm not good at... um, I'm not really cut out to be a dad..."

"Save your half-arsed platitude for some other time," he said with a snigger, looking at me, into my eyes, "don't try to sike me out. I'm happy with my folks, and my dad's the best dad a guy can have, so, I'm not here looking for a father. I just wanted to know who my biological father was, what he's like... um, stuff like that..."

"Why did they tell you now?" I asked, for the first time taking some initiative.

"What?"

"Why did your parents decide to tell you... about your birth."

He looked at me, suddenly serious, "About a year back, though he's just in his early forties, my dad was diagnosed with a severe onset of Huntington's disease. It runs in his family, and the doctors wanted to test me too. That's when my parents decided that I should know I can't get it as I'm not his natural, biological son," he shrugged with a wry smile, "so they told me after I turned eighteen last October."

He was quiet for a moment and then added, "My dad had an attack of mumps when he was twenty-one and so, he could never have his own kid... of course, they found that out later, much later. And since both my parents desperately wanted children, they took the help of a doctor friend of my dad. The clinic where Dr. Bhargav works, belong to this doctor..."

I looked back, suddenly loving the brave young man sitting beside me... loving him as a person, not merely as a desirable sexual being, like at the airport. Suddenly proud of him, proud to have sired him.

"How old are you?" he asked.

"Thirty-seven..." I replied.

"Hmm, and that would make you... um, eighteen or nineteen, when you 'donated' your sperm, huh?"

I remained silent, my mind going back to that November evening.

"So, was it some heartfelt, altruistic charitable enterprise for the unfortunate, or was it some wild, fun-filled teenage experimentation?"

"Huh?" I questioned, uncomprehending.

"Did you donate out of the goodness of your heart, or was it for the fun of it... or," he paused, the lips curling, "was it for the money... why did you 'donate'?

"Um... uh..." I stammered, once more unnerved... awash with shame.

What could I to tell him - that I was desperately broke and needed cash... that I had lied about my age and education... had secretly handed over my semen and taken the money?!

"Did you get paid?" he asked, suddenly keen, his eyes intense.

"Yes..." I replied in a tiny voice, suddenly feeling the pangs of guilt.

"How much?"

"250 rupees..." I mumbled, barely audible.

"Blimey!" he exclaimed, screwing up his face, "you actually sold me for that pittance!"

"I didn't sell you!" I protested, horrified by the charge, looking at him, precative. God, the kid was putting me through the wringer... and I was helpless!

He grinned, "Cool, now can we start moving?"

Relieved, I started the engine, "Where do you want to go?"

"Your yard!" he grinned, and seeing the uncomprehending look on my face added, "um, your pad... home?"

I baulked, almost slamming on the brakes... turning to look at him, imploring...

Take him home? How could I?! God, what would I tell my parents... I mean, what do I say - 'Dad, Mom, this is my son, your grandson!' How would that sound? How would I ever explain that?!

"Listen Vicky," I said, trying to sound as friendly as possible, "your grandparents, won't they worry if you're late?"

He shook his head, "No, they won't, they don't even know I'm in town!"

"What?!" I exclaimed, shocked.

He shrugged with a smile.

"And your parents?" I asked, wondering if he was a runaway kid...

"Of course they know," he replied, "but my grandparents don't. Since I was coming to meet you and they don't know about... um, my birth," he lifted those delicate shoulders. "So..."

"Wher... where've you been these past two days?" I asked, astonished, and concerned.

"I think we're losing the plot..." he smiled at me, "I'm talking about visiting your pad, NOT about my worried grandparents or where I'm put up!"

Silently I pulled out and guided the car into the evening traffic... feeling a dreadful chill in my heart... once more numb.

"So, you alone or, with someone?"

"With my parents..."

"Kriss, so I get to meet my grandparents too!" he grinned, suddenly excited.

'Oh my God', I shuddered.

"And who else are there, um, like, do I also have any aunts... uncles... cousins?"

"I have a s... sis... sister," I stuttered, "she's married..."

"She too lives in Kolkata?"

I shook my head, and then asked, haltingly, "Um, you want to... meet my... parents?"

"Natch, they're my blad, my grandparents!" he exclaimed, turning to stare at me, the look innocently incredulous, as if baffled by my seemingly stupid question.

I remained silent for a moment, feeling the chilling fingers of dread grip my heart. "Um, Vik... uh, Vicky, you wanted a treat," I finally suggested, trying to sound cheerful, "so why don't we go some place nice for dinner, and th..."

"Kinnell, this is par!" he exclaimed cutting me short, outraged. And then turning to face me, asked, "You wanna wimp out, eh?!"

I quickly shook my head, but remained silent, concentrating on the traffic.

"It's such a faff having to go through this again!" he said with a shake of his head, letting out a hollow laugh. "You want me to move from you, huh?" he asked after a brief pause, sounding very annoyed.

"Um, no..." I began to say, but he didn't allow me to continue.

"Why don't you make it bait?" he growled.

"Um, Vik... Vicky, it's nothing like that..." I attempted in a small voice, guilt-ridden.

"I ain't muffin you," he cut in once more, the voice firm, the eyes piercing, "I wanna meet them, and I mean it. If you don't take me, I can always drop in. I know that area well since one of my uncle live in that neighbourhood!"

I nodded slowly, "I'll take you..." totally resigned.

"Custi," he grinned, "the penny seems to have finally dropped, and thank God for that!"

"That's a large house," he observed, getting out of the car and retrieving his backpack, "ancient, and very well maintained!"

I nodded, dreading the moment when I'd have to explain the youth to my mother.

I never bring home kids this young, ever. Besides, I use my own seperate entrance and they never get to see who comes... and as for my regular friends (gay and straight), they know them all.

"Both wings in use?" he asked.

I nodded once more, "The central and the right wing is the main house, and I use part of the left wing."

"Oh, so you're actually, sorta, living apart from your parents!"

"In a way, yes," I shrugged as we climbed up the portico steps.

He let out another low whistle, grinning widely.

The moment we entered the living room my nephew screamed, "MAMA!" running up and throwing himself at me. I hugged him, lifting him up, "Why didn't you take me with you?!" he complained, his tiny brow knit, the mouth pouty in childish ire.

I simply smiled at him, giving him a squeeze.

My parents were sitting on the couch, no doubt 'entertaining' their cherished grandson, and as I looked I saw them regarding Vicky, the gaze mildly curious... and as I watched, the expression rapidly changed to that of confused bewilderment... before transforming to one of surprised astonishment and utter disbelief.

I wondered for a brief moment, and then turned, "Um, Vicky, my paren..." but the boy wasn't by my side... he had already gone ahead and was paying his respect in the very traditional Indian manner...

"I'm Vicky... Vikram," he said, standing back.

My parents rose, both of them... and in an instant my mother had the boy tightly wrapped in her arms, wailing, "My baby... my little baby... you're my grandson... you're Tridib's son!" kissing his forehead, her hands caressing his face... laughing and crying, all at the same time!

My dad stood by her side... his hands lovingly patting the teen shoulder, eyes brimming with joy.

I gawped, clueless, when they both looked at me, their eyes fierce.

"I have a brother?" I heard my nephew's tiny whisper of amazement. "You never told me you had a son!" he said, wiggling out and sliding down before running over, wrapping his arms around Vicky's waist, screeching and screaming with joy!

I just stood there... looking on in wonderment... stupefied.

"You lied to us," my mother hissed, furious, her eyes accusing, "lied to us all these years!"

"HUH?" I gurgled, looking at the three of them.

"No, grandma, please...' Vicky smiled, passing his arms around her, hugging her, "don't be angry with him..."

"Oh..." she exclaimed, once more kissing him all over his face!

"Home... um, in London."

I heard her alarmed gasp, "You're travelling alone?" she asked, eyeing me once more, the look distasteful.

The boy nodded, "I wanted be with him for the holidays..." the voice sweetly innocent.

"When did you arrive?"

"Um, the day before..."

She gasped once more, appalled "And where've you been these past two days?!"

"At the YMCA," he replied, grimacing, "but moved out this morning..."

"YMCA?!" my father shouted, horrified.

Vicky nodded, casting a sidelong glance at me.

"And where have you been the whole day," my mother asked, "out on the streets?"

The boy nodded once more, lowering his head. Dramatic!

"Why didn't you come home?" my father asked, throwing a disdainful look my way, "You had the address?"

The boy nodded, but remained silent, head still bowed.

"Why didn't you at least call once you got here?" my mother demanded.

"I called," he said, the voice low, "but... but... " trailing off, turning to look at me... and I saw the corner of his mouth twitch with the suppressed smile, his eyes twinkling!

"Oh, now I get it!" my mother hissed, giving me a murderous look. "You don't need to worry about him anymore," she said, turning back to the boy, smiling, caressing his head, "this is your home and you'll be here, and I'd love to see who objects to that!"

I was right... the kid was not only smart, he was dangerous!

He was playing with them, twirling them around his slender teen fingers with ridiculous ease... acting adorably cute, and endearingly innocent... a little lost boy, hurting for love.

And my parents where actually falling for it - hook, line and sinker!

"You will stay here," she repeated looking at me, her eyes baleful, her jaws set, "and you can have your father's old room, since he now chooses to use the other wing."

"Grandma!" Vicky squealed, hugging her. "But, um, I'd prefer being with him, you know, I hardly know him and would love to..."

"Of course," my father declared in a firm voice, "absolutely!"

I closed my eyes, shuddering at all the imputations and innuendoes, real and imagined, already hurled at me. In one single evening I had not only become an incestuous father, but also a callous 'impregnator' of an innocent young woman... who then abandoned his own unborn child! I was suddenly the most despicable creature on the entire face of the planet!

And now I'd also have him in my room... in my bed... GOD!

"Yes, baby, you'll be with him!" my mother said, lovingly caressing his head as they sat down on the large couch. "And tomorrow we'll have the men come over and prepare rooms for you. It's a large wing and he only uses a couple of rooms, and you too can have your own set of rooms, a whole apartment made to your choice!"

"Thank you, grandma," Vicky exclaimed, shaking his head, "but no, I don't want separate rooms, I just want to be with him, and it's only for a few days..."

"What," my mother exclaimed, aghast, "you're going back, to London?!"

Vicky hugged her, "I have to grandma... my school, my parents, I have to go back. But grandma, now that I know you, I'll be here, in Kolkata, every summer and during Christmas break, and I'll stay with you!"

"Oh, baby," my mother sobbed, holding him tight.

And suddenly I didn't exist anymore... other than an occasional look of disdain, my parents paid me no attention. Vicky hardly bothering to see whether I was in the room or not... and even my nephew seemed to have totally forgotten all about me, squeezed between by parents and Vicky on the large couch, happily grinning away as he listened to them talk!

"Grandma," I heard Vicky ask, "how did you know, how could you guess?"

"Guess what?" she asked, caressing his face.

"About me, um, how did you know who I was?"

"Oh, that," she laughed, tilting her head towards the ornate sideboard against the far wall, the top loaded with the framed photographs, "there's your father as a teenager, and in his twenties... with his friends and his sister, and brother-in-law."

As Vicky looked towards the photos, she added, "And tomorrow I'll show you the albums... Who wouldn't recognise you, how could we miss?!"

At that moment I realised where I had 'seen' that kid before... why I had felt that way at the Mumbai airport - he looked exactly like I did when I was his age... God, he was a clone!

"Now, let the boy change and eat, I'm sure he's starving..." I heard my father say, "and he also needs to get some proper sleep. He's here now, with us, and you can do all the talking you want, tomorrow!"

"God," my mother exclaimed, "I'd forgotten all about that! Yes, of course, now you go to your father's room and freshen up, and I'll ask Haradhan to set the table." Then turning towards me, added coldly, "Take him to your room," the tone almost dismissive.

As I led the boy out I heard the incredulous, "Just imagine, the YMCA!"

"What's your game?" I hissed in a low voice as we walked up the staircase.

"Game?" he asked, wide-eyed and innocent.

"Don't give me that look!" I snapped, fuming.

"I just saved your butt..." he grinned, winking at me.

"Saved?" I asked, incredulous, "With all those lies?"

"I didn't lie, I just answered questions, honestly," he retorted, "or chose to remain silent."

"Yes, you didn't lie, and chose to remain silent when it suited your purpose. You didn't accuse, you simply insinuated. And now they think I duped a poor little innocent girl, got her pregnant and then refused to take any responsibility for my despicable act..."

"They're better off thinking that rather than knowing what you actually did!" he sneered, cutting in mid-sentence.

"Really?!" I shot back at him.

"Well, they think you were young, just eighteen, and therefore scared and you didn't tell them about getting your girlfriend pregnant. They're relieved that you're no longer gay," he giggled, "they're willing to forgive your foolish, youthful misdemeanour, the betrayal of my mother. In fact, they've already forgiven you!"

I snorted in disgust... seething with impotent rage, wishing I could throttle him.

He stopped mid-stride, looking into my eyes, "You want me to go back down and tell them the truth? That you never even knew my mother, that you were actually selling your semen for money, huh?!"

He had me there, the tyke! I quickly glanced back, making sure that there was no one in the passageway behind us... silently leading him to my room.

"But where will I sleep?" my nephew questioned, the tone precative.

"With us," my mother replied, and then smiling at him added, "you always sleep with your Mama, now you should allow Vicky to be with him."

He pouted, and then smiled up at Vicky, "Yes, you sleep with my Mama, and I'll sleep with Gra'ma!"

Vicky smiled back at him, "Thank you!"

The kid lay on my bed... sprawled out... stark naked, and sporting a huge hardon. Looking Devilishly Divine... Divinely Devilish!

He was talking on the mobile phone, "Yes, Mom, he's cool, they're awesome, and I'm fine, now stop worrying!" and then was silent for a moment, listening, before adding, "Sure, I'll call you everyday, and I love you both, love you very much!"

He cut the call and looked up at me, grinning widely, "What took you so long?" he asked, lazily stroking his magnificent erection, "I was almost ready to fall asleep!"

"Wha... wha... wha..." I spluttered, my whole body buzzing with a weird thermionic force.

"You've already seen me naked, so don't just stand there and gawp, get in, quick," he squealed, impatient.

"Wha... wha... what are you doing?" I finally managed to get the words out.

"Waiting for you..." he replied, sounding amused, "What do you think, huh?"

"Th... this can't be..." I screeched, horrified. Only a fool, a raving lunatic would refuse him... and I was neither a fool, nor a lunatic... but... but, God, he was still my... my... my, um, SON!

"Even after the three knee tremblers at the airport loo?!" he grinned, his eyes twinkling devilishly.

I shook my head vehemently.

"You snog my face off, get me stark bullock naked, grope my bum and then poke my starfish with that ring-stinger of yours... You drive me wild with your vinegar strokes, making me shoot multiple loads, and now, suddenly, you say this can't be?!"

"Tha.. tha.. that wa... was different..." I stuttered.

"How was that different, huh?" he retorted, rapidly batting his eyelids, that tiny mouth pouting out, "I was an innocent, eighteen year old kid, a virgin... and I'm still eighteen, though, thanks to you, no longer a virgin!"

"Vic... Vic... Vicky... you're... you're... you are... um..." nearly choking on the word, trailing off as I watched him rise slowly and get off the bed.

"Young, handsome and desirable..." he said, the voice suddenly husky, as he slowly walked over to where I stood near the door, his massive teen phallus pointing straight up, swaying with arrogant impudence.

He reached over and flipped the bolt before turning back to me, his slender fingers caressing my face, "I liked you at the airport," he murmured close to my ear, "but now, I like you even more!"

I remained frozen... my mind once more blank... my heart beating rapidly... and yes, my cock gradually hardening in my briefs!

"You're the sweetest guy I've ever met, and I simply love you!" he whispered, his tongue licking along the helix, his hand on my chest, slowly fluttering lower...

I felt all resistence seep out of me... my whole body suddenly tingling...

"We've already done it," he cooed into my ear, "and I want us to do it again," his hand patting my throbbing hardness, squeezing it... his mouth covering mine.

"Then stop..." I hissed through clenched teeth, my nostrils flaring as I gasped for air... feeling myself continue to grow under the relentless onslaught of that moist tongue flittering around the base of my penis as he nibbled at the baked toroid, unmindful of my urgent plea. Those succulent, full lips repeatedly caressing my desperately twitching shaft as he munched away...

The kid had an impossible sweet-tooth... (and a voracious appetite for sex, with some incredibly crazy and weird ideas to boot!), and his greatest pleasure was slipping a cream-filled, chocolate slathered doughnut down my flaccid cock and then holding my thighs spread wide, nibble the thing... at his own fucking pace - slow and gentle - coating my cock, my pubes, and thighs with the oozing cream - chomp and lick... chomp and lick - driving me out of my fucking mind long before he was even half done.

And then giving me the most awesome blowjob a guy could ever dream of... that tiny mouth stretched wide, wrapped tight around my flexing shaft!

I sensed the delicate fried-cake gradually give way... tear apart before my fast expanding arousal...

The kid grunted with anger as he pulled back... and I felt his fingers gather up the crumbled remnants of his unfinished, now destroyed, doughnut from my quaking pubes, throwing the pieces away, before taking me in with a vengeance... the impossibly moist heat of his mouth engulfing me...

I groaned, hoarsely calling out his name as my ass lifted off the bed, my pelvis strutting up as I grabbed his bobbing head, my fingers fierce around strands of his silky mane.

The kid was creating an amazing suction with his hollowed cheeks... those bursting baloops wrapped tight around my twitching column... the tongue a crazed colubrid, slithering and sliding as it furled and unfurled around my flexing shaft... Carrying me relentlessly closer towards the precipice. Leaving me grunting and groaning in erotic agony... my stomach muscles spasmodic in urgent preparation, bracing for the fast approaching explosion...

Another few seconds and I was convulsing as I exploded with a shudder... the legs spastic with the orgasmic intensity... flooding his gullet with the viscous fluid of my conquered passion... filling his belly with the same seed that had created him!

I lay slumped, gasping for air... utterly drained.

Sucking out the last drop Vicky finally looked up, grinning widely as he licked the corner of his mouth.

"You're always on a hair's trigger, no self control!" he said as he scrambled over me, gluing his mouth to mine, kissing me... his young cock rigid against my own depleted phallus, his hips swaying as he began dry-humping me... his assured way of getting me hard again, quickly... so that I could fuck him... give him what he so desperately wanted!

'No self control' - I groaned silently.

Well, yes, after two years with him, I had indeed lost all 'self-control'... Had lost all my much vaunted 'staying-power'... my 'prowess'. Now a mere shadow of my once proud self!

Yes, I was a quaking mass of jelly once he got going... a quivering, babbling bundle of adult flesh before his Masterful Mouth, and his Ravenous Rectum...

The very thought of that small mouth... those pouty lips, curling around my cock was enough to send my balls scurrying for take-off. The mere anticipation of his snug orifice, the tight clutch of that moist heat, enough to launch them into a senseless orbit... Leaving me quaking and quivering. Drained and depleted!

Vicky had utterly destroyed me, and NO, I wasn't ashamed of it, not anymore!

Vicky visited us twice a year now - summer and Christmas. An endearingly innocent little grandson... giving great joy to my parents.

And a sultry seducer... driving me wild with his ravenous desire, his insatiable lust for sex. And I silently complied to all his demands - no longer guilty, no longer uncertain.

Eagerly awaiting his visits, and missing him terribly when he wasn't around. Visiting him whenever the wait got too agonisingly long... both going away for short weekend trips to forgotten little corners of the island kingdom.

Loving every fucking moment of our togetherness... Loving my 'son'!