ARCH HUNTER

Lukas - My Best Mistake

Chapter 12 is here. I hope you enjoy it. I always appreciate your comments, so give me a shout if you have a minute to spare - archhunter420@gmail.com

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Chapter 12 - Point of no Return

***

The next day was the day I met my boyfriend's father and it was nothing like in the movies. But before I get to that, let's go back to the previous day for a while - to when Lukas almost caught me crossing the line with Kamil.

"What have you guys been up to?" Lukas asked, switching his gaze back and forth from me to Kamil and I just knew we had guilt written all over our faces.

We were standing in the hall, trying to look like we hadn't been up to anything at all. Just standing there in the hallway all day. Nothing to see here, move along.

"Um, nothing," Kamil scratched the back of his head, supposedly forgetting all his acting skills, "we cooked some pasta, drank some wine... we would've made more if we knew you were coming."

"That's cool, I just ate," Lukas said, "but you can pour me some wine and tell me what else you've been doing."

"What do you mean?" Kamil asked, "we didn't..."

"Hey," I interrupted, "we were supposed to tell him, right?" I felt relieved to not bury ourselves even deeper in this lie.

Kamil looked at me and he was adorably spooked.

"There's nothing erotic about nudity in art," I reminded him, "isn't that what you said?"

"What's going on, Matt?" Lukas asked. To my relief, there was only curiosity and amusement in his voice. No hints of jealousy or anger.

"Come on, let me show you," I waved at him leading Lukas to Kamil's room.

"Oh for fuck's sake Matt," Kamil exploded, "we were supposed to tell him, not show him."

"Oh come on, why so shy all of the sudden?" I teased while I switched the camera to the preview mode. "And all things aside, I'm quite proud of these photos. It's pure art and I'm sure Lukas will agree."

"Whoa!" Lukas gasped.

The first photo that showed up was the last one I had taken showing Kamil semi-hard just before he lost control and touched himself.

"Oops," I chuckled, "I'm sorry I spoiled the surprise. Let me go back to the start."

I switched to the first photo I made in the kitchen and started showing him some of the more interesting ones. The boy's face was a priceless mix of shock and awe as Kamil's poses became more erotic until he finally lost his underwear.

"Oh my god, Kamil!" Lukas laughed out loud when I showed him the first nude we made.

"What's the matter, am I too small?" Kamil just stood there in the doorway, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms. Probably annoyed at himself more than at us.

"What? No!" Lukas chuckled, "but you're such a supermodel. And a hottie, too!"

"Okay, give me that," Kamil stalked over and snatched the camera from my hands. "And leave the room, I want to review them on a large screen - alone!"

***

My memories of the previous day got interrupted by a ticket inspector nudging me on my arm. I jumped a little. Standing there was a small man who appeared to be in his late fifties. His thick glasses and old-fashioned moustache nicely fit the job he was performing. It took me a second to notice that there were two bulky bodyguards behind his back.

"Tickets or passes, please," he said with a strong eastern accent. I bet he was getting money from the Ministry of Culture for doing this old Varsovian cosplay. I showed him the ticket and the group moved on to the next person.

The short encounter worked better than a strong coffee and I reminded myself why I was here. Ever since I woke up this morning, I was feeling a little unreal, almost anxious about my task ahead and all warm and fuzzy from all the sex last night. Great sex with someone close to my heart always gave me this feeling of lightness that could persist for hours - and even sometimes days! While drifting off to sleep, I had been worried I would be feeling conflicted about our actions but no, everything felt just right. I almost felt guilty for not feeling guilty, if that makes sense. It was a good day.

***

"But all jokes aside," I said, cuddling Lukas on the couch, "are you mad? It's not like I don't know we almost crossed the line..."

"Maybe I am," was all Lukas said after considering it for a few seconds.

"Ugh, Lukas, you're killing me. Are you mad, or not? You have every right to be angry; I should have stopped us sooner. Just tell me, please."

"It depends," he touched my nose with his.

"On what?" I wiggled my nose a little and gave him a little peck.

Lukas seemed lost in thought.

"So?" I rushed him.

"I'm looking for the right words, okay?" he blurted.

"Okay, okay," I chuckled, "ready when you are."

We stayed like this for a couple of minutes, cuddling on the couch. It felt good to have him this close to me, but I'd be lying if I told you I wasn't nervous. The photo session with Kamil didn't seem very wrong from my point of view as long as I was honest with Lukas, but how would I feel if Lukas did the same thing? I would probably be at least hurt, and maybe a little jealous.

I was almost falling asleep in his arms when he spoke.

"How do you feel about him?" the boy asked.

Now it was my turn to gather my thoughts before answering. I thought about Kamil who sat alone in the other room. He was probably looking at his naked photos; storing them in a password-protected folder. I am sure he would look at them later whenever he felt particularly narcissistic. Or maybe he will show them to friends that he'll undoubtedly be making as he grows up. At least I hope I helped him make something he'll be able to look at when he's older and recall when his body was at its prime.

"I like him very, very much, Lukas," I told him, looking the boy deep in the eyes. "I've only known him for a couple of weeks but he's become one of the best friends I've ever had."

"Oh," Lukas said with a smile but there was a hint of sadness in his big blue eyes.

"But I don't like him the way I like you," I ruffled his hair and earned a smile, "not even close!"

"I understand," he said enigmatically.

"Do you?" I teased.

"Yes. I like him too," he looked away, "do you think he's, um, hot?"

"Yes, Lukas," I said truthfully.

"Then if you like him and you think he's hot, would you like to..."

"No!" I blurted, "I mean if I'd never met you, then sure, why not. But I don't love him the way I love you. And I have you now, so that's entirely out of the question."

"If you put it that way," Lukas smiled weakly, "then I guess I'm not mad. I can be friends with him, too, right?"

"If you're not friends with him, then I can't be friends with him either," I concluded, "but he likes you, too, so I think we're all gonna be great friends."

Lukas laughed and rolled from me to the couch. I followed him down and covered him with my body.

"What?" I asked, pinning him gently. The boy stretched adorably underneath me and I felt something stiff poking my belly. His eyes could be so sweet, intelligent and flirting. If I ever needed to be reminded of why I loved him so much, it only took a glance. Anything longer than a glance and I was drowning.

"Nothing," he said sweetly, "we have our first mutual friend."

"We do," I kissed him on the lips lightly.

"And I'm horny, Matt," he whispered.

"Yeah, I can feel you are," I said, grinding my hips against his hardness and listening to his groan, "you wanna know a secret?"

"Uh-huh, tell me!" his eyes lit up.

"I'm horny, too. And I'm pretty sure it's not the wine."

"Oh? Then what is it, Matt?"

"Well, it is a certain blond-haired angel that's being very sexy right now."

"You meant to say a devil," he said as his hand travelled south to meet my groin.

We made out for a few minutes but didn't do anything more because Kamil could enter the room at any moment. A little while later, I sat up and helped Lukas to sit next to me. I couldn't find the right words for a while and it probably showed.

"Is something wrong, Matt?" Lukas asked, examining my face.

"No, I wouldn't say anything's wrong. But I have big news from my parents."

***

It was my stop. I descended the steep steps of the streetcar. You didn't have to live in Warsaw to know that Praga isn't the safest district to hang out in by yourself. From what I could tell, Lukas had lived in one of the worst parts. It was late in the morning and it didn't look very scary in the daylight. It made me think more about the boy's childhood, leaving me to feel even more reluctant to meet his parents.

I checked the pocket map to make sure I was in the right neighbourhood. A few turns and a couple of minutes later, I was there. It was a grey, depressive yard among grey, depressive blocks of flats that almost looked desolate. Most cities around the world had areas like this, inhabited by families that were poor, living in buildings with run-down facades, unkempt playgrounds strewn with trash and old, broken equipment, laundry drying on clotheslines that hang above the balconies. Enclaves that hardly made the news when a wife stabbed her abusive, drunk husband or a gas system exploded, wounding and killing residents while taking down half of the building.

I checked the address. The third floor. The main door leading to the stairwell was open, so I went inside and ascended the creaky, wooden staircase. The peeling walls were covered with layer upon layer of crude graffiti. My heart started beating faster.

I found number eight. I took a minute to gather my courage and look at the door my boy used to go through to play outside or go to school for the first few years of his life.

It's like diving into ice-cold water, I told myself. Don't overthink it, just do it.

I knocked.

Silence.

I knocked again.

Some muffled sounds coming from behind the door.

Ten seconds later, the sound of the door lock.

Then the door opened and a dowdy woman emerged, giving me a suspicious look.

The moment I saw her, I knew. I just knew.

But I asked anyway. I had to know for sure. And I had to say something, right?

"Hello ma'am, I'm looking for Mister and Missus Dolny," I said politely.

"They don't live here. You have the wrong address," she confirmed my suspicions and looked at me from head to toe.

"I know that they lived here five years ago. Do you know what happened to them?"

"Sure, there was a pair of drunks who lived here before us. But they moved out is all I know."

"I see," I frowned, "do you know anyone who knew them back then and might know where they live now?"

"Are you with the police? No? Tell you what - good luck asking around. I never knew them. Good day, sir," she snapped and closed the door in my face.

Failure was always an option, I told myself. I wasn't a private detective and wasn't so daring or intimidating as to go around this neighbourhood asking questions.

But fortunately, some people just love gossiping.

"I knew them," a small voice behind my back offered.

A tiny, elderly woman who looked to be in her 70s stood at her door, giving me a curious gaze. A typical, nosy, gossiping neighbour. I was in luck.

***

My shoulder was soaking wet. Lukas burst into tears when he learned that my parents were trying to adopt him and we'll get to see each other almost every day. At first, he was laughing, giving me kisses all over my face. When the news truly hit him, he really lost it. I was grateful to be there for him when he had his moment. Almost ready to cry myself.

"Matt, I don't wanna go back there, I want to live with you already," he managed through his tears.

"I know, Lukas, I want that too. I hope it will happen soon. I promised you I'd get you out of there and I will, no matter what. Remember? I promised you. Even if the adoption doesn't happen, I'll kidnap you and take you to live with me in a cabin by the sea."

"That doesn't sound half bad, Matt. Can we skip this abortion... err... adoption part and you just kidnap me now?"

"Damn it, boy," I laughed, "it wouldn't be very difficult for you to convince me."

"You know what?" Lukas said, "I'm staying overnight."

"What? You can't."

"I can. The worst thing they'll do is beat my ass. And the sergeant has a week off, so it won't hurt that much even if they do."

"I don't like it, Lukas. I mean, I want you to stay forever but I don't want you to get in trouble or get punished, alright? We don't want to ruin things for us now when it's finally looking bright."

"We're not ruining anything. Most they can do is to ruin my ass," he laughed.

"Hey, I'm the only one allowed to ruin your ass," I tickled him.

"Yes, you are but do you even wanna?" He raised his eyebrows.

"I wanna and I'm gonna," I poked his nose, "but someone has to be more patient. We'll do it in my bed - in our bed. I don't want to make love to you for the first time on some couch at someone's house, alright?"

"Yeah, yeah. Anyway, I'm staying overnight. After you leave Warsaw and move in with your parents, who knows when we'll see each other again," he smiled weakly.

He was right. And he was an angel, so I hugged him.

As much as we were horny, my revelations put us in a different mood and for a while we just sat there and snuggled, talking about this and that. We didn't even turn on the TV. I almost forgot about Kamil and when he finally emerged from his room to join us, he was yawning.

"Hey Kamil," Lukas greeted him warmly.

"Oh hey, Lukas. Sorry I disappeared. That wine put me to sleep. What time is it?"

"It's almost seven," Lukas said. "Can you make us some food?"

Kamil rubbed his eyes and gave Lukas an affectionate look.

"Missed my cooking, huh? Okay, you two, wait here and I'll fix something."

Kamil made us some pancakes and opened another bottle of wine before joining us on the couch. He suggested that we watch Jodorowsky's Holy Mountain but I decided it was too heavy for my mood and probably Lukas would be bored out of his mind. So we picked something for a less demanding audience, something that we could comment and laugh at from time to time.

When the movie ended, we were so deep into a conversation that we didn't bother finding anything new to watch. Initially, I was worried that Lukas would be left out intellectually if Kamil and I got carried away but he was keeping up just fine. Fuck. We did have our first mutual friend.

"Let me grab another bottle," our mutual friend said and trotted toward the kitchen to grab it from the cabinet. I couldn't help but picture him naked as he moved

"No," I stopped him and he looked at me quizzically, "this time, I'm buying. Your parents will stop letting you stay by yourself if they notice how much you're drinking when you are supposedly here by yourself."

He looked like he wanted to protest but the prospect of having a babysitter was scary enough to silence him. He got back on the couch with a grunt.

I patted Lukas's back to hint that I needed him to move and he rolled onto his side with a disappointing moan.

"Don't go," he complained and made a fake frown, "I need cuddles!"

"Stop being a baby," I scolded him. "I'll be back soon. Don't burn down the house, you two."

I put my shoes on and went to buy a bottle of white wine across the street. I ended up buying two, just in case.

When I was back, I was happy to see that they hadn't burned down the house. Yet, not everything looked the way I left it. Kamil was sitting exactly where he had before, but Lukas had moved to cuddle him like he had been cuddling me before I left.

I cleared my throat but both boys were looking back at me with neutral expressions. Content, comfortable and not budging an inch.

"What?" Lukas asked after I stared for a good ten seconds, "I told you I needed cuddles."

"Good thing you didn't need a blowjob," I said and the boys giggled, "would you take the first offer if I wasn't around?" Of course, I wasn't serious but I wanted to tease them a little. And I won't lie, the wine was getting to my head. A good way to end my vacation.

"Are you comparing a blowjob to an innocent cuddle?" Kamil protested.

"Yeah," Lukas added, "don't you ever cuddle with friends?"

"I was kidding, do what you want. You guys look cute like that," I waved at them.

To say they looked cute was an understatement and my nervous jokes were my way of hiding my admiration and arousal. Lukas sitting there, all blonde and cute in the arms of an older boy. Whoa. I knew people who would be willing to pay a fortune for a poor quality picture of these two just sitting there all dressed and cuddling. And just a few months ago, I would have been among the high bidders, but here I had them, live and uncut, both gay and slightly drunk. The wine was good to the point I expected to wake up from this dream at any moment.

I was just a tiny bit jealous. It's hardly worth mentioning. But it was there. I accepted it without letting it bother me. I understood the feeling and embraced it.

I decided to sit on the other end of the couch to see what Lukas would do. Unsurprisingly, he didn't move an inch to come back to me and he and Kamil returned to a conversation they were having while I was gone. Something about the Lion King being similar to Terminator 2. I had no idea how they came to this conclusion. They did seem to be very comfortable with each other for sure.

Since I was temporarily and involuntarily excluded from their interaction, I switched on the TV and tuned in to a random quiz show. It was pretty funny and I never noticed when the conversation on the other side of the couch ceased. On a commercial break, I silenced the TV, glanced over to them and opened my eyes wide. They weren't even remotely interested in the TV. Lukas had a dreamy look on his face as he was lying nestled in Kamil's lap. Kamil was scratching him behind his ear absentmindedly and his nose was buried in the younger boy's hair.

He discovered one of Lukas's secret pleasure spots.

My staring caught the boys' attention and they gave me sleepy smiles. All the heat and cosiness... there was something special in the air.

"Come cuddle with us, Matt," Lukas said softly.

"I'm alright watching you from here," I lied.

"Come on, Matt, please," he repeated and I gave up.

Boys will be the end of me one day.

***

As I expected, the information had its price. In movies, it's money, sex or other information. In my reality, it was sitting for almost an hour in this old lady's kitchen, sipping tea and munching on crackers, listening to her slowly giving me the information I needed plus the unnecessary and mostly boring back story. It had too many auxiliary characters and uninteresting threads for my liking, but they all finally led to her giving me the boy's parents new address.

"Do you happen to have their phone number, ma'am?" I asked, risking another flood of extraneous information accompanying her answer to this yes/no question.

"No, I haven't heard from them in over three years," she just said. Unfulfilled as a spy, unhappy that she wasn't able to give me more private information.

"Thank you for the tea, and a nice chat, ma'am, both were very enjoyable!" I decided to brighten her day at least a little.

I sighed with relief as I got out of her flat and double-checked the map to see where I was going. It looked like my target was a few kilometres away. Since I needed to clear my head anyway, I decided to walk.

The neighbourhood I entered when reaching my destination looked even worse than the last one. Definitely an unpleasant change after spending the last few days on Kamil's street. That in turn, made me think of yesterday evening again and I felt a stirring in my groin. I had to scratch it through my jeans discreetly. Boy, the memory was almost as strong as the real thing.

I passed by a bench occupied by two drunks who reeked of alcohol and I knew I couldn't hope for a warm reception from people here.

A minute later, I was knocking at the door on the fourth floor but there was no sign of life. I waited and knocked again. Then, two minutes later, I decided to knock one last time and call it a day. After all, I could try again tomorrow. It was still three days before Kamil's parents would return and I wanted to be out of this neighbourhood ASAP. I could even try twice a day. And no, there wasn't any response to my third knock. I waited a few more seconds and started descending the stairs.

But then I heard someone entering the building below and start climbing the stairs in my direction. I got a little tense and when I saw the face of the man, I almost cried. It was Lukas; only old, sick and worn down by life.

***

At first, it was just cuddling. It was quite magical, cuddling with these two boys in the atmosphere of absolute and complete freedom, understanding, free of judgement or jealousy... Okay, maybe not completely free of jealousy. Things were stirring in my head and I'm sure it wasn't only me. But these thoughts were overwhelmed by good feelings. With only a single dim table lamp lit in the corner, there was a feeling of safety, even intimacy.

At first, the kisses were just between me and Lukas. Some short and sweet, others long and passionate. But Lukas never left Kamil's gentle embrace and he surprised us when he turned his head up and planted a few small kisses on the teen's unexpecting lips. Kamil's first reaction was to look at me in panic, probably expecting a punch coming at his face. I was just as shocked as he was, so I had to force a smile to show him that it was alright. He still didn't look confident enough to fully kiss back. It didn't seem to bother Lukas, who was working on the older boy patiently.

I got a quick flashback to our first time on a couch in my apartment in Big City. Lukas was solely responsible for getting us naked and only then did he let me regain some control once we were well past the point of no return.

So I only smiled to myself when Lukas got to his knees, turned around, straddled Kamil and attacked his mouth. This time, the teen couldn't hold back and for a while, the boys were kissing with their tongues, moving their hands up and down each other's bodies. I remembered Kamil saying he was into older guys but it didn't seem to be bothering him in the slightest. And I didn't feel left out at all. I could spend the rest of the evening just watching them make out and I would be the happiest person in the world.

One of the boys, I think it was Kamil, let out a long sigh of relief. Then they broke the kiss and Lukas started taking off Kamil's t-shirt which landed on the floor only a few seconds later. Lukas seemed to remember all the lessons I gave him and went back to kissing Kamil, but this time also delicately pinching and petting his nipple. Kamil's grunts showed that he appreciated the extra attention.

Suddenly, I started feeling useless and it bothered me. I got down on the floor and proceeded to remove Kamil's sweatpants that he had hastily worn earlier when Lukas had knocked on the door. I looked at him down there. There wasn't a bulge. I remembered that he didn't have time to wear any underwear before putting the pants on and his hard shaft's outline was obscenely travelling down his left leg. Point of no return. I gently pulled at his pants, just to see if Kamil would protest. He didn't. Instead, when he felt what I was up to, he started lifting his bum to help me with my task. It wasn't easy, because Lukas was still kneeling over him, but after a few moments, I managed to pull the teen's pants down to his ankles. He was completely naked now and his throbbing, teen rod was standing proudly upwards, pointing between Lukas's buttcheeks.

Kamil shouldn't have any reason to complain. I touched his boyhood and gave it a few gentle strokes. He let out high-pitched moans into the blonde boy's mouth. Then when I took it into my mouth, he was starting to have a complete meltdown by the sound of it. Lukas never stopped kissing Kamil or playing with his nipples, adding to his sensory overload.

For the next hour or so, we were wordlessly saying thank you to our host. After all, I wouldn't be able to see Lukas as often without him. At one point, I told Lukas to move over and started kissing Kamil instead. Then Lukas and I kissed. Then we all kissed at the same time. Kissing them like that was hot and sweet but didn't work in the long run. So Lukas got to his knees and started sucking Kamil while I continued making out with the teen. Then we switched places again.

"Oh god, don't stop, it's too good," Kamil breathed when Lukas moved up and started kissing his neck. I didn't waste any time getting back down there either. Kamil's body tensed every time I gently squeezed his tight sack while licking and sucking his length.

Eventually, Lukas and I ended up sitting on opposite sides of Kamil. We all knew it was about to be over. Lukas was masturbating and kissing Kamil, while I was kissing his neck and pinching his right nipple. Kamil's eyes were closed and his brain directed all its attention to processing the pleasures he was receiving. And from the look on his face, the brain was barely keeping up.

When Kamil took a deep breath and held it, I knew what was coming. Lukas instinctively sped up stroking him and I gently bit the teen's earlobe, positioning myself to be able to see the show. And what a show it was! Watching my blonde boy's hand going up and down Kamil's shaft was extremely hot by itself but when the teen started panting, groaning and shooting his seed stroke by stroke, the sight became unforgettable. By the time Kamil's little head slowed from shooting to oozing, a single tear escaped his left eye and I saw Lukas lick it off with a wicked smile.

When it was over, I shared a knowing look with Lukas. We both knew we had done a good job. The proof was Kamil slowly regaining consciousness on the couch between us. Then, without opening his eyes and with a stupid grin on his face, Kamil started sliding down the couch and eventually collapsed on the floor. His boyhood was slowly softening and all red. His belly and chest were a sticky mess. But he seemed happy. No, he seemed euphoric.

"Thank you," he said, when he finally opened his eyes, looking up at us. The silly grin never left his face and he looked adorable in his post-orgasmic bliss.

"No problem Kamil," I said, "thanks for letting us stay," I said.

"We love you, Kamil," Lukas added.

I looked at Lukas with affection. He was so full of passion and love. He looked back at me and grabbed my hand. It was our turn to get some private time. Just the two of us, this time.

***

His name was Robert and his wife's name was Klaudia. I'd learned that this morning from Lukas along with their address from back when the four of them still lived together. Shortly after their kids had been taken away, they started drinking even more and neither had a job for over a year. Inevitably, they had been evicted and moved to a social house Robert lived in to this day. Lukas's mother died almost three years ago - poisoned by a home-made batch of vodka, and his father had lost 40% of his sight and hearing, barely escaping with his life. All this, I learned from the man himself. Obviously, Lukas couldn't know it.

Talking to him was hard. He wasn't old; somewhere in his mid-thirties probably but his face could belong to a man twice his age. And he was barely able to speak, his throat destroyed by alcohol and cigarettes. But talking to him was hard for another reason. Not for a moment could I escape the fact that somewhere around the time I was born, this man had been a young teen boy and the spitting image of Lukas. And by extension, now he was something that Lukas could turn into if he chose the wrong path. This thought made me shiver and almost break into tears.

He invited me into the living room which looked like an unkempt basement. At least he wasn't aggressive. He seemed weak and defeated. I don't think he was very drunk, so that was on the plus side.

When I told him that my parents were considering adopting his only son, I saw a spark in his eye that faded before I could decide for sure what I was seeing. Then I saw guilt, maybe even regret. Then - only sadness. I don't remember his exact words but he was happy to hear that his boy was alright. He said he didn't have the courage to look him in the eyes ever again, nor did he want Lukas to see him like this. Degenerated to the point of struggling to put sentences together. Devoid of any perspectives, hopes or motivation to make things better for himself again. Beyond the point of no return.

When I asked him if he'd sign a paper to pass on his limited parental rights onto my parents he said yes - under one condition.

***

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