ARCH HUNTER

Lukas - My Best Mistake

Hi and welcome to my third story - My Best Mistake. It's not about sex but there is some sex for sure. It's heavily based on true events. I'm really proud of it and I hope you'll like it, too. I'd like to hear what you think! archhunter420@gmail.com

Chapter 1 - A Kid in a Train

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I started teaching myself programming when I was 14 years old. At first, I did it just for fun because I wanted to be a video games developer (though I didn't know that exact term back then) and I was positive I didn't want to do anything else for a living. And it was fun. I started with simple text RPG games, "choose your own adventure" type that I shoved to my brothers and friends to play. But I advanced quickly and in no time started exploring graphic engines and such, making simple platformers and point & click adventure minigames.

By the time I was 17, I understood that this was where the money was and started exploring different programming languages, not necessarily connected to video games. My parents were kind enough to provide me with a constant stream of books and courses to support my passion. They had always been worried that I wasn't doing anything with my life and it was a relief for them to see there was finally something I treated seriously. And by the time I was 17, I understood I was going to need money and soon because my parents were the biggest homophobes on earth and I desperately needed to be on my own the day I turn 18. It was much later that I understood they weren't SO homophobic. At least not much more than a typical traditional Polish middle-aged married couple of the early '00s. Well, they actually considered themselves very progressive but for them, it meant they didn't attend church every Sunday and ate sushi once. And they didn't even puke right away. I was a shy boy and even though my interests were far from usual, they were fine with me as long as I was on my way to get a proper job. They didn't understand computers but they knew a programmer was a valid career path. Not only that - it also made them feel even more progressive! So they could brag about it to the neighbors and the rest of the family. Somehow I'm sure they wouldn't mind me becoming a priest for that matter but enough about my parents. I'll just say that every time there was a mention of a pride march up in Warsaw, they cringed and commented on how disgusted they were. That was what you were supposed to say to such stuff, in their minds.

So yeah, what used to be an innocent pastime (programming), became my key to freedom. And it fit perfectly. I started IT studies at the College in the Big City away from my folks but even before I did, I got a part-time job as a junior PHP programmer at the Company. My parents had a fund to pay my rent but I told them to save it for my younger brothers and I'll take care of myself. And I did. And two weeks on living on my own I told them. I actually wrote them a fucking letter. It was an act of mercy because it saved them from having to react in front of me. And doing what they thought they were supposed to do in this situation, that is to punch me in the face and throw me out on the street. They weren't evil and I'll risk saying that they love me but it would be a no-brainer for them. They might even feel bad about it. But you don't keep a gay kid in your family just like you don't take a crap in the middle of the living room. You just don't and don't you even dare to make a point against it. There is a lot more to it and I'll be sure to tell you all there is but now it feels like a right moment to push the story at least a little further. Because see, there is a story. It's not just my fucking autobiography even if I'm a little tempted to pour it all into you in a single mile-long paragraph.

So there, I was 22 and I really made my life in the Big City my own. I quit the College because of a job opportunity and I was earning twice as much as my both folks combined. And I was already beyond whatever they hoped to teach me there at the College. And make no mistake - most IT companies don't care about your degree; they are only about the real skills and open mind. And no one cares I'm gay unless they want to date me.

I liked dating and sex. I didn't get it too much because I tended to fall in love miserably with straight guys and then take months to get over them. Once I fell in love with a gay dude but he was even less interested than my straight crushes before him. And I think I said something about progressing with the story, didn't I?

So I was sitting on a train going back to the Big City after a little business trip to Warsaw, and by business, I mean hitting the town and drinking beer with our clients. I loved those mid-week "business trips". They usually meant two days off. Or at least an extra day of remote work. My boss was 27 and he was all for casual office culture. On Mondays, hardly anyone started before 11. So yeah, I was going back home from the party. At 22, my hangovers were still rather mild but I wanted nothing more than to stare through the window all the way back to the Big City. The train was almost empty and I was grateful to the Universe for that. But the chapter isn't called "The Almost Empty Train" or "Hangover" (and this title is already taken) and you're just about to find out why. Because of Lukas. Lukas came in at the second station and sat right in front of me. He looked like he was 13, maybe 14. There was something weird about this kid and I knew it the moment he chose to sit next to me in this almost empty train cart. He said"'Good morning" with a weird, loud voice that made me think he may be mentally challenged. Then he started rummaging in his backpack to fish out a bag of sweets and what looked like a wrapped sandwich. I don't know if that's a Polish thing but some people just have to start eating the minute they enter a train. A sandwich is cool but once there was this old lady cracking a hard-boiled egg and eating it along with kielbasa and pickles right in front of me. A fucking feast right there, and smelly, too. But I digress.

Lukas was cute like I was handsome. That is - not very much. I mean, he had and still has a lovely face, nice ruffly blond hair, and a slim figure. Okay, maybe I'm a little biased by now. His face is really specific and I don't know how to describe it. Think of the weirdest ugly face that for some reason you found very attractive and there you have it. I'm not posting his pictures or lookalikes, sorry. But at the time I first saw him, he was really neglected. His hair was oily and messy, his clothes worn out and outsized. His shoes were a disgrace and looked like they could fall apart any minute.

Despite all that, he definitely seemed less miserable than I did as he unpacked and started devouring his sandwich, looking at the world accelerating behind the dirty window. Needless to say, I was strangely attracted and curious. I couldn't decide whether he was interestingly ugly or just ugly. When traveling, I liked to play this little game with hot strangers, like maintaining extended eye contact and see how they would react. With Lucas, I didn't feel comfortable enough to do that so I only examined him through brief glances, my head fixed to my right where the window was. But this kid fucking caught me looking every time. And then when I looked 5 minutes later he was just smiling at me as he clumsily unpacked the candy pack.

"Hi sir, do you want candy?" He asked much louder than he had to.

"No, thanks kid," I replied, half-amused and returned to watching the passing electric poles. Poles, get it?

"Please take one, don't be shy, sir," I swear he said something like this. Whoa, kid, I'm not going inside that van. My parents told me not to take sweets from strangers. Ah shit.

"Thanks," I said as I took one. I already knew he's going to be persistent so I just gave in

"Where are you going?" He asked, way too loud. Is he 12? Or 15? I couldn't tell. There goes my calm travel, I thought.

"Big City, home," if you answer in as little words as you can and without enthusiasm, you might eventually discourage your conversation partner from digging. Not Lucas.

"You live in Big City?" His eyes went wide.

Duh, I just said it.

"Yes."

"Oh. I live in a child care home. Used to live." Oh god, I felt too shitty to handle someone else's shit.

"Oh. Sorry," I mumbled without conviction.

"Yeah, I had to escape last night. I stole money from Patrick and he just about killed me. Do you have a phone?"

Now I really felt uncomfortable. I couldn't tell mental illness from the orphanage syndrome (I could only suspect such a thing existed) but I wasn't going to deal with either. Or was I.

"Yeah, do you?" I asked back innocently.

"No, they would steal it from me there anyway. But can I make a call, sir?"

"What call? And stop siring me, ok? I'm 22."

"I need to call my grandpa, just for a while."

"Sorry, my battery is dead," I said, pretending to check my phone.

"I really need to call my grandparents sir, please."

It was a nice try but I was street smart enough to recognize a mugging attempt when I saw it.

"Listen up, I see you ANYWHERE near my phone or ANY of my stuff and I'm calling the cops. Do you think you're a gangster? Or want to switch the child care for a juvenile?" You can judge me but the kid wasn't about to dominate me. And I was probably right that he was a teenage mugger because his stance changed right off.

"I still owe money to Patrick back there. And to Lukas. I mean the other Lukas because my name is Lukas, too. And you, sir?"

"Matt. And stop fucking with me, I've had a bad day."

I tried my best to put him off but the kid didn't seem concerned.

"I don't have grandparents, actually," he said after a moment of silence.

"I'm sorry. So where are you going?"

"I don't know yet. Sir, would you buy me a ticket?"

"No way dude. You should head back to that child care home. How old are you, anyway?"

"Eighteen."

"You're not eighteen. How old are you?"

"Seventeen."

Eh.

I don't know how it happened but I bought him a ticket all the way to Big City. Lukas was talking non-stop for 3 hours and I wanted to die. But before I left the train I knew everything about the affairs at his apparently former home and what you had to do to survive. And that the guardians and teachers there were not much better. He was trying to ask me about all aspects of my life - like if I had a wife and kids but I dismissed him for the most part. I was somewhere between being resigned and annoyed.

At the same time, I was hopelessly attracted to and curious about the boy. He seemed so degenerated I almost felt like I had to make it right for the kid. Like if I could or had any experience with this kind of shit. At the same time, he seemed like he was longing for closeness.

***

"I'm sending you back to the orphanage as soon as you start looking like a human being," I said as he was heading to shower in my apartment. I made him drop all his clothes except from underwear in the hall. I was going to burn it. Oh, and at least he had some underwear at all. I searched his pockets and found a torn wallet with only his school ID and some paper scraps inside. Lukas Dolny. He wasn't even 14 years old. There was only a lighter in his pocket but otherwise, he was traveling just with his empty backpack with some filth inside. Shit.

He took his time and hummed illegible tunes, barely audible through the bathroom door. I guess that's what you do in the shower. Suddenly I felt responsible and that wasn't exactly a pleasant feeling. I felt somewhere between adopting Lukas and calling the cops then and there. A really undefined middle ground.

I lived in a small apartment on the 4th floor in the Big City center with a nice view of the River. It consisted of a cozy bedroom and a large living room with a small kitchen annex on the far side. Then there was an old couch, a coffee table, and a TV set with a home cinema system. I rented the place from a weird guy who got the apartment from his parents but chose to lend it and keep staying with them instead. At that point, I could afford something better but I preferred to make some savings and see where my life is in a couple of years.

I checked the sizes of his clothes trying to figure out what his actual size was, grabbed the key, and left the place locking the door first. I didn't want to return to an empty house with no sight of Lukas and my valuable stuff. I jogged to the thrift store across the street and quickly grabbed some clothes that seemed more or less his fit and looked reasonably new. I ended up with 2-3 pieces of everything. I considered taking him for proper clothes shopping later but for now, he needed something to get in after his shower.

Yeah, he was neglected but don't get me wrong. It's not like every child care house in Poland was like a Mexican prison. And I don't know shit about Mexican prisons and plan to keep it that way. This particular orphanage, though, seemed to have rather loose regulations as far as their pupils' well-being is concerned.

He was still in the bathroom when I came back 20 minutes later and the water was running. I knocked and said I'll just throw him something to change into and he said ok. He didn't lock the door so I let myself in and put his new clothes on the washing machine. I noticed his briefs on the floor and decided to take them and throw it to garbage along with the rest of his old attire. Then I glanced at the shower stall glass and saw his naked silhouette just standing there as he massaged his scalp. I wondered how long it was since he had a shower. As far as I was concerned, he could stay there for another hour because I had to lay down for a bit so I jumped on the couch, turned on the TV, and turned the volume down before covering my eyes with my hand and sighing deeply.

I must have dozed off because I was awakened by the bathroom door opening and Lukas emerged in his new briefs and carrying his new clothes in his hands. Boy, he was scrawny and neglected but now that he was clean and his hair was fresh and wet, I decided he looked really good. And there was even more potential if someone took good care of him and fed him properly.

"Did you have your old clothes lying around?" He asked, making a gesture with a heap in his hands.

"Nah, I went for quick shopping while you were showering," I replied, raising my head from the couch.

"Do I have to pay you?"

"No, you don't. Anyway, I got them at a thrift shop. I think your bath water is gonna cost me more."

Lukas stared at me blankly, as if calculating how much he owed me for his lengthy shower.

"I'm just kidding, you don't owe me anything," I sighed. I had to be careful with words in front of this kid. "Now try them on and see if they fit."

They did, more or less. I gave Lukas the remote to keep him busy and excused myself to the bedroom to order pizza. It was late afternoon and my hungover stomach was finally ready to take in some junk food.

As we were eating, Lukas asked:

"So, when will you call them to take me?"

"I haven't decided yet," I replied and made a long pause. "You can sleep over tonight and we'll figure out in the morning. I won't let you go homeless at 13." He looked at me quizzically. "Oh yeah, I saw your school ID. You don't need to lie to me about stuff, okay? It won't do anything good."

"Okay," he said without conviction and a little ashamed.

We watched some more TV and it seemed to be the only thing that kept him silent for an extended period. He sat on the other side of the couch, a little uneasy and mindlessly picking his nails.

As I was sobering, it was slowly getting to me what I had done. I had invited a random kid from a train to my house and now he was going to stay the night. Suddenly, I wanted to be alone and wake up in my bed without this shit to handle. Stupid.

"You can sleep on the couch," I said and silenced the TV when the movie's ending titles were scrolling. "I'll get you some sheets." I took spare bedding from the case and gave it to him.

"Do you go to work tomorrow?" Lukas asked.

"No, I have a day off. I wanted to go shopping so you can go with me."

"Okay."

"I'm going to sleep now. If you need anything, let me know," I said as I locked the main entrance door with the key.

"Why do you lock the door?"

"Because."

"What if I want to go outside?"

"Don't."

"And what if I really have to?"

"You won't. I'll unlock it in the morning."

I really didn't want to wake up robbed. I lived on the 4th floor so the window escape route was more or less secured. Now I was feeling as if I was keeping him hostage and started wondering what would I do if he started screaming. I stared at the ceiling in my bed for more than an hour thinking and listening for any noises from the other room. Only when I heard quiet but consistent snoring, I relaxed and fell asleep.

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"So one time we were sent to pick trash in the park and seriously we were doing it all day and that really sucked. But it was close to where Robert's brother lived and he..."

"Who is Robert?"

"... He's Robert's brother's brother. So Robert called his brother to meet him behind the former hospital building that now is in ruins like I mean all windows are broken and you can enter and there is rubble everywhere. So we met him because he always has weed and we smoked. That was after we had done most of the work anyway. So yeah, we smoked one and this guy Michal who was new got a panic attack or something and at first, we laughed at him but then he passed out and we thought he was dead. Like in seriously dead! Then Adam wanted to go and..."

"Now who is Adam?"

"He's a dude, now let me finish. So he actually wanted to go and get help and we pinned him to the ground so that he wouldn't. He was seriously screaming, man! And Robert's brother left because it started looking like trouble, you get it, no? So it did start looking bad and then Michal came back from the dead and puked all over himself. And then he squatted behind the bushes for like an hour. And later he told us he thought he'd die because he never smoked before."

"He never smoked before?"

"No! He was 11 or 12."

We were driving to the mall downtown and Lukas wasn't about to shut up. I glanced at him from time to time and he was beaming. And he really didn't look bad sitting there in the front seat of my VW Passat. He did buckle up after I asked him for the third time and the belt was embracing him tightly, reminding me how slim he was. And he was lean, too. If fed properly, he'd look... more than alright.

We had a whole day and I didn't rush us. I knew I had to do something and do it soon but kept the thought away for as long as I could. I bought him some new clothes that he chose himself. And then we ate at KFC and talked. Then we bought some supplies, most notably some snacks and drinks: beer for me and Coke for him.

"What would you do if I didn't let you sleep here tonight?" I asked when we were in my place. He just shrugged.

"Do you miss the orphanage?" He shook his head "no" with confidence.

I sighed.

"You can stay one more night. But start thinking where I should drop you tomorrow. Okay?"

He didn't look at me but nodded. I melted inside a little and ruffled his hair. He looked at me suspiciously.

"What do you want to watch?" I asked, handing him the remote. He was now looking really, really good in his new clothes. I wasn't fat by no means but he looked tiny in comparison. I liked that a bit too much. I had to remind myself he wasn't legal for over a year. The age of consent in Poland is 15, in case you're wondering.

He channel-surfed for a while and only stopped on a James Bond movie. That wouldn't be my pick but I let it slide. This time he seemed more relaxed and he sat a little closer to me as we watched.

Later, we took turns taking a shower. I locked the main door again, hid the key in a squeaky drawer next to my bed and tucked myself in.

I heard Lukas tumble and turn on the couch in the other room and I couldn't sleep myself. Finally, he went silent and I fell asleep shortly after.

Then I woke up, hearing him move around the apartment. I left the door to the living room open but I couldn't see him in the small part of the room I had a view on. After a minute, I heard a noise and saw a dim light coming from the open fridge. I don't think he took anything before he closed it. A minute of silence had passed and I thought he went back to sleep. Until I saw his silhouette appear in the door frame. Lukas was prowling silently, careful not to wake me up. He was taking a step every 10 seconds but eventually entered the room. The boy was only wearing his briefs and his body was shiny dark from the moonlight coming through the window. He stopped for a while looking at me and then took a few more steps just to stop right next to me. It was a warm night and I was uncovered. Now it was getting really weird. He was just standing there, looking at me and I watched him back through slits in my eyelids. A part of me wanted to drop my act and ask what the fuck he was doing but a louder voice told me to wait and see what he was going to do. I was getting a tingly feeling from being watched and felt my heart going faster. Inevitably, I started getting hard and with my boxers in full view, I knew it was time to abort or my dick was going to betray me.

But he chose exactly that moment to turn around and leave the room with a few silent steps. I exhaled. I heard his bodyweight hit the couch in the other room and after a few seconds, all went silent. Like in a weird dream. You know that feeling when something is weirding you out and arousing at the same time? No? Well anyway, that was it. I tried to assess what I had gotten myself into. It's become clear to me that I had to send him off before I got overly attached. Or before something happens that is beyond my control. But right then I had a bigger problem or at least one I had to face immediately. My dick went soft again and I felt I needed to pee. Badly. Goddamn beer. And I knew I couldn't just go because it would make it obvious that I was awake all along. Or at least make Lukas suspicious. I knew it would make me suspicious. So I waited like 30 minutes before I dared to go and by then I thought my bladder would explode. I almost wanted to sneak into the bathroom but that would make it even more suspicious, so I went just like I normally would. I stopped at the bathroom door and took a glance at Lukas lying on the couch. He was uncovered too and lying there with his arms and legs spread each in a different direction. And he did look sexy like that; almost like a painting. And if I was a painter (and insane), I would turn on the light, ask him not to move and paint him. Or at least take a photograph. I always considered male and boy bodies in a very artistic way and Lukas could become my inspiration without even trying. He wasn't exactly a modeling boy material but he was unique in his own way. I stood there for maybe 10 seconds but he stirred and reminded me of my bladder's critical level.

I slept well.

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Thanks for reading. Lukas - My Best Mistake pt 2 is on the way. Let me know your comments: archhunter420@gmail.com.

Here are my other stories if you're interested:
Damien the Shy Boy (young friends) - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/damien-the-shy-boy/
Black Fox (young friends) - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/black-fox/
Torry the Matchmaker (young friends) https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/torry-the-matchmaker/

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