ARCH HUNTER

Lukas - My Best Mistake

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Chapter 6 - The Dolphin King

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"The duck is phenomenal, honey," my dad announced amidst silence as we were sitting at the table, eating dinner. My mouth was full but I nodded vigorously, trying to contribute to the praise. Mom was a very good cook but I'd forgotten about this little ritual of saying the food is delicious, whether we were eating a lavish Sunday meal or microwaved leftover spaghetti for the third day in a row.

As usual in such awkward situations, my mind was racing, hoping to find something to say but everything I came up with seemed stupid or out of place. I know my folks wouldn't object to mindless smalltalk, but somehow I couldn't force myself to talk about the weather. I proceeded to carefully portion the meat on my table, pretending it was taking my entire attention.

"So, how is work, Matt?" Mom asked, coming to my rescue.

"Oh, good, good," I replied, happy to change the subject to something I was able to talk about in lengths. Or so I thought because, after my laconic answer, my head went empty again. Then the emptiness got replaced with Lukas. I was going to mention him while talking about my work, but I was hoping for a little more build-up before I did. So I said nothing to rekindle the conversation and focused on my plate instead, repeating curse words like a mantra in my head.

"And how about college?" My dad enquired, not looking at me. My blood boiled, reliving the trauma of similar interrogations I'd had to endure throughout my childhood.

"Actually, I'm no longer at college, but look, I wanted to say sorry I went missing in action for so long." I had to get to the point before we got into an argument about why I quit college.

"It's been three years," my mom said.

"Yeah, I know. Three and a half."

"You could've at least called us if you didn't want to see us," my dad interrupted.

"Look, it's not like I changed my number. You were free to call me at any time, and I didn't get a reply to the letter I sent you so..." Damn it. I couldn't talk to my dad for a minute without starting an argument. But the mention of the letter made them look away in silence.

"You really thought that..." my dad started but mom interrupted him.

"We're sorry too," she said, saving the day. "We're sorry we didn't reply or call."

My dad didn't say anything and mercifully let my mom speak.

"So... what do you think about it?" I asked, referring to the part of my letter that said I was attracted to men.

My parents shared a knowing look and dad turned his attention to the muted TV program. My heart sank a little when I saw there was little chance of having a meaningful conversation with him.

When I was a little kid, dad used to be a cheerful guy but when I was in my early teens, something had changed about him. He started having serious expectations of me and my siblings, and always made me feel guilty whenever I was doing something that he thought was a waste of time. With time, he became more and more frustrated, and the only interaction I had with him was about why I wasn't studying, or why I was at my computer all day long. I didn't hear a single word of praise from him for years, even when I succeeded. I knew I wasn' the only boy on the planet to struggle to be noticed by his parents but it didn't make it hurt any less. I sometimes wondered what made him so bitter. Was it after his mom died? Or maybe he discovered early that I was gay? He never accepted it so he continued to make my life miserable.

"Well?" I asked after getting only silence in response to my question.

"Well, it's good that you told us..." my mom said without conviction, "How about your friends and people at work? Do they accept it?"

Of course, that was her only concern - what did society think about me.

"No one really cares. I have a lot of friends in Big City and we have other gay couple friends. No one makes a fuss about it anymore."

"Other gay couples? So do you have someone?" she asked. I realised my wording was at least a little unfortunate. And I can almost swear I saw my dad jump in his armchair when my mom asked that, although he didn't look away from the TV for a second.

"No, not currently," I replied, cursing myself for my choice of words again. "But it's not that hard to find a date back in Big City, you know."

We spent some more time talking. At first, my mom seemed uncomfortable talking about my private life, her curiosity was slowly taking an upper hand. My dad could as well be locked in a sound-proof bubble and seemed only interested in the tv show.

Less than an hour later, the conversation started to die, and it was time to put my plan into action. I felt like a manipulative piece of shit, but tried to convince myself I wasn't doing any harm to anyone. Yet.

I got to my feet. "I've got to be going," I announced. "Dinner was delicious."

"Will you come and visit us soon?" My mom asked.

"Uh, I don't know. Maybe next month when I have a free weekend." I stopped and pretended I just remembered something. "Well actually, I will be in Smalltown in a few days but that's for work stuff and I think they're booking me a hotel."

"A hotel? Here? In Smalltown?"

"Yes, my company is taking part in an educational program for talented kids from broken homes. We got a contract for updating software in local schools," I added, doing my best to keep my face straight. "I'll be bringing an apprentice for a day or two."

"That's... really nice!" My mom stuttered but her face betrayed that she was confused. "You know you can both come and stay the night here if you want. Why would you even stay in a hotel, here?"

Bingo.

"Yeah, it did cross my mind but I wouldn't like to force myself on you just after I reappeared..."

"Nonsense. You can stay here anytime and if your apprentice... well he or she can stay as well. You know all the bedrooms are empty."

As both my younger brothers were at college by this point, I certainly did know it. It was the core of my plan.

"Uhm, I don't know, I don't even know who the kid will be."

"Just call us when you know the day and come along." My mom made up her mind and my resistance made her insist even more, just like I hoped. My dad was almost shooting lightning bolts from his body. I knew them so well and they didn't seem to know me at all.

"Okay, okay," I said dismissively. "I'll think about it. I will call you."

My mom gave me a quick hug by the door.

"Bye, dad! I shouted from the hall while opening the door. There was no reply.

***

I sighed with relief as I turned the ignition key in my car. Maybe I didn't get to talk to my dad, but it still went better than expected. I was genuinely happy that I talked to my mom and made the first step to improving our non-existent relationships.

The Smalltown was a little over an hour's drive from Warsaw, which was perfect for me to play one of the monster CDs I had on the shelf.

When I returned to Warsaw, I called Greg and told him that I needed to deal with some family issues. This resulted in me being temporarily suspended from work, though Greg did say that I'd be welcome to come back at any time. Knowing that I wouldn't be able to focus on work until I was done here, I told him that I'd understand if he decided to get rid of me.

I calculated that I could survive for a few months by spending my savings to live in the hotel. Depending how things went, I might even consider renting a cheap condo for a month or two. But the truth was that the only thing I could really think about was Lukas.

***

The day after I returned to Warsaw, it rained all day.

I was lying on top of Lukas on the bed in my hotel room. We were naked and hard, feeling the warmth of our bodies grinding against each other.

We've been like this for almost an hour switching between kissing, talking and just looking at each other and caressing ourselves softly. And, slowly, undressing. I felt kind of weird about our awkward "first time" in my apartment. This time, I wanted to make up for it and show the boy some passion. And damn, did he know how to return it. Once we were through our early desperate and hungry orgasms, we finally found enough patience to truly enjoy ourselves.

He was becoming a real good kisser, for one. Our first kisses were a bit mechanical and clumsy but he quickly learned to explore the entirety of the mouth, lick and suck. That was also when I started truly believing he was into me. I don't remember getting this kind of affection from anyone before. I had always been a little self-conscious about my look, but now the feeling was gone and I was able to be there for Lukas and not hold back at all.

Lukas was on his back, looking cute and comfortable. At one point, I took both his hands and pulled them behind his head. He stretched out and lifted his slim chest, groaning in delight. I discovered that he liked to be trapped underneath me like this. It gave me a rough idea about where to go with our sex play in the future. I waited a few seconds and dived to bite and suck his neck. He howled and squirmed from pleasure. Another weak point that I found. He was panting as I explored his velvet neck and I felt his hard dick poking me just next to my belly button. I spent a few sweet minutes like this, kissing and sucking on his skin.

When I was done, I went south and gave a few licks to his exposed, hairless armpit. He gasped, betraying it was yet another sensitive area. That made me jealous. My groin area was, as far as I knew, the only erogenous place of my body. Lukas in turn... It seemed like I could make him cum just by licking his tender pit. And he wasn't faking it. The light hair covering his arms was electrified and his nipples were harder than I've ever seen.

The nipples. How come they escaped my attention for so long. They were beautiful, pink, soft and hairless. Yet they worked for me like little magnets and I couldn't resist.

"AaaaaaaAAAAAHHH!!!" Lukas moaned and kicked the bed furiously when I bit his left nipple gently. He jerked his hands, trying to break free from my grasp and touch his dick but I wasn't letting him go, not yet.

"Please, pleeeaaase," the boy moaned again and struggled, but he was immobilised. He looked like he could break into tears and I have to admit it made me painfully hard and leaking.

"Please let me jerk o...oouch!" His pleading turned into a scream of pain as I bit his left nipple, punishing him for being a whiny boy. Then, I turned my attention to the right one. Lukas howled. Awoooo! And that was the only reason I didn't keep tormenting him for another two hours, denying him the right to touch his dick. That had to wait until we lived together in a secluded cottage by the sea, I thought. Not bothered by curious ears behind the wall.

"You want me to jerk you off?" I asked, and touched his nose with mine.

"Oh yes, please, please!" he whined. His breath on me was stale but alluring.

"How much do you want it?" I whispered, my mouth inches from his.

"I want it very much. Please jerk me off, Matt," he whispered back.

"I don't think you were a good boy enough. I don't have you on my list."

"I'll be good, I promise, I'll do anything, please let me cum!"

I looked the panting boy in the eyes and they were sincere. The sadness mixed with extreme pleasure, ready to be untriggered.

"Please let me cum, Matt!"

He seemed to be on the verge of consciousness.

"Not so fast, naughty boy."

I decided it was still too early to give him his orgasm but I wanted to relieve him at least a little. I didn't let him go but I moved his hands lower to his sides to be able to reach his boy cock with my tongue. And reach I did, licking his glistening head tenderly.

It took a few seconds for his synapses to transfer the pleasure signals all the way to his brain but when they did, Lukas tensed and let out a husky, pubescent sigh of relief. My tongue explored his glans, ever so gently. His penis was shaking and it was mesmerising to watch. A few seconds later it jerked and released some salty precum that I collected with my tongue.

A few moments passed and I was looking forward to spending the next hour slowly torturing Lukas like this. And I swear I would, but the little brat tricked me.

"Ah... ack..." the boy whimpered, gasping for air. I dismissed it as another sound of immense pleasure and continued to tickle his shaking glans.

And I was clueless up until he exhaled and shot a globe of cum right into his belly button and started panting. I stopped licking, surprised by the outcome.

"Please, more, more!" He begged with his every quick breath, trying to release his hands from my clutch. I knew he was in the middle of a powerful orgasm that needed a little more fuel to explode. I went down on him again and started licking.

"Uh... ah... aaaaaah," Lukas moaned as another string of boy juice shot way further and landed on his left shoulder, followed by a few more, all coating his torso and belly. Some stopped on my tongue. They tasted of salt and pleasure. I let go of his hands and allowed him to recover for a while. After a minute or so, I decided it was time to reprimand the boy.

"I don't remember letting you cum," I said in a serious voice.

Lukas opened his eyes and a tear went down his cheek. His gaze was misty and unfocused. Instead of answering, he threw his hands around my neck and pulled me down for a long kiss. I swear he wanted to super-glue us with his seed. We made out long and passionately. After a minute, I allowed him to roll himself on top of me.

"How was it?" I asked when we broke the kiss.

"It wasn't awful," he said, raising his right eyebrow. He could lift his single eyebrow, funny.

"It wasn't awful, huh?" I said grasping his hair tightly with my fingers. To my surprise, he just closed his eyes and moaned.

"Is there a single place on your body that doesn't turn you on when I touch it?" I asked, trying to sound resigned.

"Well, there is one part you didn't check yet," he said, winking at me.

He was right, I didn't.

***

"Do you remember what to say?" I asked as we were driving to Smalltown.

"Uh, nothing?" Lukas scratched his head.

"Exactly. Just make polite boy noises until I can feel out where we're at with my folks, okay?"

"Okay."

"And what's your name, in case they ask?" I tested him.

"Um, Lukas?" He said, looking at me suspiciously.

"That's right, sport," I laughed and touched his nose making him giggle a little.

"And if they ask you what we're in Smalltown for?"

"We're doing some computer stuff for this project for talented misfits."

"Yeah, more or less," I sighed, realising how much will depend on pure luck and the boy's non-existent acting abilities. Before, I had been most worried about Lukas' overnight absence being noticed. He assured me that the juvie boys covered each other every once in a while when they needed to get away. There was always some risk involved but the high rotation of the facility workers was making it easier. I wanted to believe that.

Fifteen minutes later I took a deep breath as we stood by the front door to my old home. I looked at Lukas one more time and he looked back up at me. He had nice clothes on and a fresh haircut. As long as he didn't open his mouth, he could pass for a spoiled kid from a good home. I grasped onto that thought like a lifeline and knocked at the door.

***

I couldn't believe how smoothly it was going. We arrived just a few minutes past eleven, just in time for the morning cake & coffee. Lukas was having coke that I bought him preemptively.

It was only my mom because my dad was at work. Mom always stayed at home. Lukas was smiling and nodding and saying polite things when asked, just as I instructed him. After asking me mandatory questions about the road and the weather, inevitably mom got curious about my boy. The clash of these two distant worlds was freaking me out. Lukas, the boy I've grown to love over the past couple of weeks and had a sexual relationship with. Sitting on the couch in the living room of the place I once called home and spent my closeted childhood and adolescence in. Talking to my mom, oblivious of the irony.

"So, you are good at computers, Lukas?" Mom asked.

"Oh, yes! I like, uhm, computers." Lukas lost a beat for the first time ever since we arrived. In other circumstances, it would be comical to watch these two people who had close to no idea about what they were talking about interact. Given the circumstances, I was more close to shitting myself. "We'll be upgrading computers with Matt, I can't wait!" the boy continued with a little more confidence. I cringed at him calling me by my first name but luckily it went unnoticed.

"Good, good," my mom said. "So I heard you live in an orphanage in Warsaw, is that right?"

"Yes, I do! It's okay there if you get used to it."

"Anyway, what happened to your parents, if I may ask?"

My eyes went wide. It's been two weeks and I never found the right moment to ask Lukas about them. I felt a little ashamed. I knew almost every inch of his body but didn't know a thing about his family. He never mentioned that either and he was one to mention everything.

"I have no idea," Lukas shrugged, "I've been told me and my sister were taken away from them when we were little and they never got in touch again. They were drinking a lot, I heard, that's why. And my sister got adopted right after."

"You poor little boy! How could anyone do something like this! Abandon their own children!" Mom sounded genuinely shocked. I was shocked, too. I just assumed the boy's parents were dead and decided I'd let Lukas speak about them when he felt like it. Now I learned they were alive (as long as they didn't drink themselves to death by now) and Lukas had a sister somewhere. Fortunately, he acted like he told this story the thousandth time. Maybe I should just bring it up one day as if nothing happened.

I felt like the conversation was drifting into treacherous waters and was about to say it's time for us to go when I heard the front door open. I heard the sound of my dad's shoes against the doormat. A sound that was forever printed into my brain cells. A minute later he entered the living room.

"Hey kid," he blurted after glancing at us and I had a feeling he wasn't addressing me.

It turned out he was in a better mood than the last time. We went again through a similar conversation we had with my mom. Finally, she emotionally repeated to him the sad story of Lukas's family.

"That's really sad, boy, but keep studying and stay away from trouble and you'll turn out just fine," my dad said after listening to the story. Yet another cliche advice devoid of any real point. I ground my teeth. But Lukas seemed strangely happy to hear it.

Anyway, I decided to cut it short while it was going fine.

"Come on Lukas, we have work to do."

"Okay."

"We'll be back by dinner, I hope," I said turning to my mom."

***

"You did quite alright there," I praised Lukas as we were strolling through the Smalltown streets without aim. Obviously, we didn't have any actual work to do so we just had to slack around until dinner time. The boy was silent and it was obvious something was on his mind.

"Why did you tell me your 'rents are awful?" He asked, eventually.

"Because they sort of are. Look, you've known them for an hour," I sighed. "They always keep appearances in front of guests. If you've known them your entire life, you would know."

"They seem nice, s'all I'm saying."

"And you look beautiful today you know?" I gave him a wink. I loved how he tilted his head smiling at me every time I gave him a compliment like this. He was beautiful. He wasn't pretty or "good looking". He was beautiful.

"Look," I said, "I'm sorry I never asked about your parents. It just never seemed like the right time."

"It's cool," Lukas smiled at me, "I've had enough people telling me what a poor boy I am. I love that you never go easy on me.

"Yeah but the truth is, I assumed they were dead. Here we are, trying to maybe get you adopted and I never asked."

"Nah, they both still live I think. Frankly, there are only a few kids with dead parents back there. Most are from broken homes, like me."

"I thought it was the opposite. Sorry."

"If you're really sorry then let's go to KFC."

"We can go anytime you want but if we go now, we won't be hungry for mom's dinner and trust me, you don't want that."

"We can just take fries, okay? You said we need to lay low for three hours anyway. I'm hungry!"

He had a point. My parents would never touch KFC with a two-meter stick.

"Alright, alright, but just fries, got it?"

"Thanks, I love you, Matt!"

"That's how I earn your love, huh?" I mocked him but it made my heart warm so I gave him a tight hug. "I love you too you, dummy," I whispered in his ear. I didn't care if we had an audience even if I probably should, because a lot of people still knew me here. And Smalltown wasn't particularly known for advocating man-boy relationships.

We ended up having full meals and tons of drinks. Damn, I had no spine at all. But I was stressed out and felt like we deserved to binge on some comfort food. Then we went for a long walk along the river to make some room in our stomachs for my mom's specialities.

***

"... and that was when David's cousin was in the city in January. He was already 18 and he bought us some firecrackers with the money we gave him. Most were weak but there were large ones, too and we tried to explode stuff with them. Like, we threw them into garbage bins and tree hollows. And then we had an idea and went to that park that had a frozen pond in the middle. So we dug up a hole and put the biggest firecracker inside to make a huge ice-hole. So David lit it and ran away but nothing happened when it exploded. Like, the ice was too thick. But David slipped when he was running away and fu... and broke the ice with his butt! I thought he'll drown but we forgot the water was only knee-deep in that pond and he just ran home with a frozen butt!"

There was something both tragic and funny to that scene as Lukas continued his narrative. We were sitting at the table with my parents and eating soup.

My mom was looking at the boy with wide eyes, probably experiencing a cultural shock but also involved in his story. He seemed much more himself than in the morning and that wasn't part of the plan. I've grown to love the boy's excited monologues but I didn't plan to expose my parents to them this early. At least this one didn't involve stealing or drugs and alcohol. But I feared that Lukas was only warming up.

I was sitting next to him and pretended I was somewhere far. I ran through the meadows under the sun. Happy thoughts, happy feelings.

I thought I was ready for everything when we were driving to Smalltown earlier that day. My plan was already so crazy I felt like I had nothing to lose. If that was the only way to make me and Lukas end up being together, come hell or high water, I'd live through anything. But I realised I wasn't ready for that and I didn't think about pushing my plan forward anymore. My only wish was to burst into flames and die the quickest death possible.

As I ran through the meadow and watched magical dolphins emerge from the ocean of grass all around me, I was snapped back to reality and I realised somehow Lukas switched to a different story.

"... and he was so drunk from before, he leaned on the balcony rail and fell over like a ragdoll, I swear! And it was the fourth floor."

What. The. Actual. Duck. I was as good as dead and must have looked like a ghost. I gave Lukas a look and discretely kicked his ankle but he was too involved to notice me.

"Did he die?" Surprisingly, it was my dad's voice to interrupt.

"No sir, there's this large bush just under this balcony and he fell right into it. We thought he was dead when we came down for him but he was just sleeping."

"Wasn't he too young to drink alcohol?" My mom asked. God, this wasn't part of the plan and it felt so surreal.

"At 15? I don't know, maybe, yes." Lukas answered a little confused and surprised why anyone would even ask about it. I lost track of which of his juvie friends this one was about.

"This is way too young!" she exclaimed but my dad interrupted her.

"As were we when you and I first met at that party. Except I don't think we were 15 yet."

"It doesn't mean it was right! And at least no one fell off the balcony."

"Because we were too drunk to get off the floor in the first place," my dad chuckled. I couldn't believe my ears or eyes but he was in a good mood and looked at my boy with amusement and sympathy.

My mom just rolled her eyes but couldn't hide the smirk.

I started believing that the Aliens had abducted my folks since my last visit and replaced them with different people. Especially dad. Also, I was feeling like I maybe should get up and go because they were starting to have fun without me. I mean, I wasn't falling for that. I knew they could act all nice in front of strangers and I expected them to be at least bearable in front of Lukas. I had to admit though, this time they seemed pretty sincere. Guess I wasn't the only one so easily charmed by my boy.

But yeah, they were fooling nobody.

And around that time I realised I've daydreamed through yet another story because...

"... but Matt told me I was too young to drink whisky and didn't let me. Except that one time when he..."

... oh no.

"Wait, when was that? Sounds like you two have some history?" My mom asked suspiciously and I almost had a heart attack.

Lukas looked at me with a startled look. Why the fuck did I ever expect him to follow the script.

"Ah yes, sorry," Lukas said, "I forgot, sorry Matt. I mean, ma'am, that's what we agreed to tell you but Matt didn't tell me you guys were cool and I didn't feel like lying. Matt, are you mad?" He asked as he turned to me and poked me with a soup-stained spoon making my dad snort and shoot a chunk of a noodle through his nose.

I wasn't mad. I was dead inside. I just stared blankly into the distance and imagined killing magical dolphins with my harpoon. I was rushing through them, killing them one by one and bathing in their blood. Then, I saw the great king of dolphins, larger than a whale. I threw my harpoon aiming for his heart. But he redirected it back at me with a swift tail sweep. I died.

I opened my eyes. It was only Lukas, still poking me with his spoon.

"Matt? Matt? I'm sorry! Matt?"

It took me several seconds to shake off.

"Yes, we do have some history," I replied, looking down and smiled weakly at the boy. He smiled back and I felt hope.

***

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