Date: Wed, 24 Jan 2024 00:44:26 +0100 (CET) From: Larry Lawrence Subject: Mike's Boy Braden Please enjoy this work of fiction "Sweetheart, what are you doing in there? It's time to come to bed." "No, I'll just sleep in here tonight," he said. I turned the door knob and it was locked. "Braden, honey... what's wrong? I don't understand what's happening here." "Yeah? Well neither do I," he said. I don't understand it either." I couldn't tell if he was mad, or hurt, or both. It's not uncommon for him to cry for either. "Sweetheart..." "Please just let me go to sleep," Braden interrupted. "Please! I just want to go to sleep." "Honey, if that's what you want, I guess." I paused. He has never acted like this before. He was fine before dinner, but barely touched his lasagna, which he usually devours. He showered by himself instead of soaking in the tub with me, and he didn't even ask me to dry him off. Now he wants to sleep by himself. "Honey, you can sleep in there by yourself if you want to, but you're so confused right now that you'll stay miserable all night and wake up even worse in the morning, by yourself, in a room that you're not used to being in." I paused. "Or, you can unlock the door. We can figure out what's going on together, and hopefully we'll both fall asleep holding each other. But the choice is yours." I waited for a response for a couple minutes, but there was none. "Okay sweetheart," I conceded. "I love you. I'll be in the tub for a while before I go to bed." I went into our bedroom, turned on the bath water, stripped, and got in. I held a cap full of lavender mint bubble bath under the waterfall. It foamed up in my hand and poured out into the tub. My mind was searching every corner of my imagination. What in the world could I have done to cause him to feel like this? I'm not perfect, but I try to show this boy how much I adore him in every way possible. My heart hurt, but it hurt for him, too. It hurt for him because he was hurting, and it hurt for me because he was locking me out of his hurt. I washed myself, but I missed the feel of Braden's hands lathering my neck, shoulders and back. After I rinsed my hair, I laid back and tried to relax, running more hot water into the tub to reheat my soak. I turned on the jets, which is something that I don't get to do when he's in the tub with me, and I rarely use the tub when he's not here. I reached over, turned off the water, and laid back, closing my eyes. I'd much rather have my boy with me in the tub, but this wasn't a bad option. "Who are these boys?" I opened my eyes. Braden stood in front of me holding up pictures of three boys. His eyes were wet. I turned off the jets and sat up. "What, honey?" I stammered. "Who are these boys?," he repeated. "I was setting the table, and bumped into the shelf. The picture of me fell off. I caught it, but the back came off of the frame, and... and these other pictures came out. Who are they, Mike?" His eyes filled up with fresh tears. I pulled the plug and let the water start draining. "Sweetheart, those boys are all grown now. See the one on the left? He looked at the one that I mentioned. "Don't you recognize him?" Braden stared at it and shook his head, no. "That's Kenny," I said. "Kenny? The Kenny I know?" "That's the Kenny you know," I affirmed. The water was half way drained, but I continued to sit in the tub. "Well... well why do you have his picture? ...and who are the other two boys?," he asked. "The middle one is Robbie." "Do I know Robbie?," he interrupted. "No honey, you don't." "And the other boy?" he asked. "That's Ashton, and you don't know him, either," I said, standing up and stepping out of the tub. "Hand me my towel?" I asked. Braden tossed it to me and I began to dry off. "So why do you have their pictures in the frame with mine? Do you put theirs in front of mine when I leave, and then change it back when I come over?," he asked. "Sweetheart, no. It's nothing like that. I can explain all of this to you, and it'll make perfect sense, but it'll also make you see me -- and us -- you'll see us differently. You'll never think the same of us again -- and that's not necessarily bad -- it'll just be different," I said. I walked over to the bed and sat on the bench at the foot. Braden followed me and stood a few feet away. "I want to know," he said. "Okay." I paused. "But I want you here," I said, patting the space right next to me with my hand. "This isn't an interrogation. This is a heart to heart with the boy that I love," I said. Braden sat down beside me, leaving a couple feet of space between us. I patted the empty space again and he inched over, looking up at me. His face told me that he wasn't coming any closer. It hurt me deeply to see the only person in the world that I craved closeness to was insisting on keeping himself distanced from me, but I gave him the space that he wanted. "There's so much here that you won't be able to fully understand, because you don't live the same way that I live," I started. "...but... Braden, you are my best friend and my favorite person. You're the only person in the world that I can't wait to see, can't wait to be with. I can't wait to make you smile, to hear you laugh, to touch you, to love you, to hold you. You're my only best friend, my only lover, and my only side kick." I looked down at him. He was looking down at the picture of Kenny. "Boys grow. I'm grown, but boys grow. You'll grow." I said. "And before I know it," I paused, mentally processing what I was about to say next. "Before I know it, you'll grow away from me. "You'll start wanting more friends. You'll start becoming interested in girls or other boys. You'll start becoming less interested in me. You'll start choosing to stay home when your mom is gone, and you'll start choosing to hang out with your friends instead of hanging out with me." I saw Braden look up at me in my periphery, but I didn't look back at him. "...And that's all normal. It's good growth. There's nothing wrong with that," I said. "Because, when that happens... around that age, your body will start changing. As you enter puberty, my attraction toward you will start to change, too. You'll start growing apart from me in your way, and I'll start growing apart from you in mine." I looked at him and I could tell that he understood everything. "I'll always love you. Always. But, I'll lose my desire for intimacy with you when you start to transition from a cute young boy to a handsome young man." He continued looking up at me. "You'll grow up and have other fulfilling relationships. You'll probably get married to a great wife or husband, and have a beautiful family. But, I can't do that. I'm only attracted to young boys. You can't stay a young boy forever -- and again, that's a good thing. It's just not good for a man like me. My fulfilling relationships only last for a couple of years, and there can be very long gaps in between. "Why?," he asked. "Well, like any good relationship, it takes time for a heart to heal from the separation, and then it takes time for another relationship to blossom." I paused for a minute, collecting my thoughts, and then got up and moved from the bench to the bed, leaning up against the headboard. Braden followed, and this time he sat right next to me, leg to leg. I took the pictures from his hand and held up Kenny's picture. "Kenny is married now to Casandra, right? And they have two daughters. Julia is eleven, like you, and Adrien is three or four." Braden nodded. "I think she's four,"he said. "Well, I met Kenny when he was eight, and he became my first serious relationship. He started pulling away from me just after his twelfth birthday. He broke my heart, but I knew that it was right for him." "So, you and Kenny used to... like, do everything kinda like we do?," Braden asked. "Sort of," I said. "I was different back then... that was over twenty years ago. And he was a totally different boy than you are. He loved sports, so everything was centered around his baseball games and practices. It was a totally different dynamic. But...," I paused, "...but I've always poured all of myself into every relationship. So, while each relationship has been different, I've put all of my heart and soul into each one... just like I pour all of my heart and soul into you," I said. I leaned over and kissed his head and squeezed his leg. "Do you mind if I get under the covers?" I asked. "No, that's okay." He said. I got up and pulled down the bed. Braden slipped his tee shirt and briefs off, and we got in bed together. "So now, you and Kenny are still friends, though," Braden confirmed, continuing the conversation. I turned on my side, facing him and placed my hand on his chest. His hand climbed up onto mine and stayed there. "Sure. We're great friends, and his girls are my God daughters. But our love relationship is in the past," I said. "Does Cassandra know that you used to have sex with him?" "No. She doesn't know that I'm a boy lover, or anything about our love relationship. That's all in the past," I said. "She just knows that we have been close since he was a boy." I switched the picture to Ashton. "Three years after Kenny and my relationship faded, I met Ashton. He was ten, and he started puberty early. Our relationship was the shortest and least fulfilling, but still meaningful to me. He came into my life at a time when I was very lonely -- hopeless, really, and in a way, he saved my life," I said. "How?" "Well, once he started puberty, he completely changed. He cut me off completely. Last that I heard, he had moved to Montreal. While we were together, I loved him very deeply, but he didn't reciprocate love very well. I made excuses for him... `he's just a boy,' or, `he just doesn't understand.' He's still part of my story though, so I keep his picture." "How was he less fulfilling?" Braden asked. "Well..." I paused. "...For one, he didn't like to cuddle, and he didn't like to kiss." "Wow, I already don't like him," Braden interrupted with a giggle. I was happy to see his face warm up with a smile. I leaned down and touched my lips to his in a quick tender kiss, and I felt his lips kiss mine. "So, none of that," I said, touching his lips with my finger. "I could kiss him on the head or cheek or whatever, and occasionally he'd kiss my cheek, but no kissing. And, he'd let me spoon him for a few minutes, but he didn't like to be held when he slept. He didn't even like to cuddle during movies or in the bath." Braden scooted closer into me and I rearranged myself, giving him the crook of my arm to rest his head on. "He always slept in pajamas, and we barely had any naked time together," I said, finding Braden's penis under the blanket. He opened his legs. "Barely any touching," I said. He smiled. "Why not?" He asked. "It just wasn't his thing," I answered. "How could this not be his thing?" He asked, placing his hand on mine while I felt his soft boyhood. "So, Ashton was a different boy, but a boy nonetheless, that allowed me into part of his life for a short time," I said. I continued to caress Braden between his legs, with no intention to get him hard or horny. I enjoyed the feel of his softness between my fingers. "Mike?" "Yes, sweetheart?" "Do you love me more than those other boys?" "Honey, I love you with all of my heart and body and soul. I couldn't possibly love you any more than I do," I said. I kissed his lips again as I touched him. "How can anyone not like that?," he asked, with a very slight upward hip thrust. "So, do you want to hear about Robbie?" I asked. "Yeah, sure," he answered. "Robbie was my third love relationship." Braden held up his picture. "He came another three years after Ashton left -- so that's three whole years with no one to share my life with, or to hug, or anything." "That's a long time," Braden commented. "It is. It's a really long time," I sighed. He opened his legs a little wider, resting his right leg over mine. I continued to touch his soft penis and sack. "Robbie was -- well, he wasn't a very good looking boy," I said as politely as possible. "Yeah, I was thinking the same thing," Braden giggled. I released his genitals and pulled him in for a little side hug. "He's kinda gnarley," he said. "Yeah, he was. But, he was a sweet kid. I met him and his mother at the apartment pool when I lived in Manchester. He was afraid of water, and I ended up giving him swimming lessons." "Were you a swim coach?" Braden asked. "No sweetheart. I was just a guy that was there and paid a boy some attention." "Oh. So, like, you just offered?" "Exactly right," I said. Braden moved my hand back from his thigh to his genitals, and I continued to molest him while we talked. "His mother, Gina I think, often worked late hours at the Circle K, so I went from an occasional swim lesson to many overnights at a time. Robby loved to be touched... like you," I said, giving his penis a gentle squeeze. "Yeah," he giggled. "But, Robbie just wasn't attractive to me. He didn't have a pretty bottom, like you," I paused. Braden grinned and blushed. "...and he was very skinny, and his penis was tiny, like a little nub," I said, giving his penis another gentle squeeze. "Don't get me wrong, Robbie grew on me a little bit. He was a boy that would come over, and we'd play games... he loved board games." "Like me, too," Braden said. "Yep. Like you, too," "But, he was another boy that didn't care for cuddling, and frankly, I never wanted to kiss him. I'd touch him in the bath, and he liked that, but we never really had anything even remotely close to what you and I have," I said. "But, I still tried to give him everything I had the capacity to give him." "So, how long was it from the time Robbie, um... left?" "Robbie and his mom moved to Freeport only a few months after we met. Maybe 5 months. So there was six whole years between him and you," I answered. "Woah. That's a long time. More than half of my life." "Yeah. A very long time. Probably the hardest time of my life," I said. "And that's why I'm so happy to have you in my life, sweetheart," I said. I leaned in for a kiss, and he obliged. "And, you're so perfect for me," I said. "You're a cuddler, and a kisser, and you have a beautiful bottom," I said, rolling him on his side and lightly pinching his butt. "And a wonderful wiener..." I pulled down the blankets half way and lifted his legs out, then lowered my head to his lap and kissed his penis. "...and you're a ridiculously beautiful boy," I said, covering his face with kisses. "So, you love me more than you love them?," he asked. "You're the only boy in my life, and I love you more than anybody in the whole entire world," I said. His smile melted my heart. "Promise?" I sat up beside him. "Promise, sweetheart," I said He got up on his knees and fell into my lap in a hug. I held him tightly and kissed his head and face. After our embrace, I laid him down on his back and opened his legs, propping myself up between them on my elbows. He opened them even more and adjusted his pillow, fully relaxing. His penis was just a few inches from my face. I caressed his boyhood and looked up into his face. "It's the cutest I've ever seen," I said. He smiled. "You always say that," he snickered. "It's always true," I said, crowning his penis with another little kiss. I took it between my fingers, still soft, and examined him closely. He was almost the length of my pinkie, and with just a little bit more width. Half way up his shaft was a faint circumcision scar. His glans was slightly oblong and pink, and his skin had a translucence to it, causing him to have a faint blueish appearance. His sack hung loose like a small velvet pouch holding two green grape sized jewels. He was smooth and completely hairless. I knew that because of his age, this could all begin to change very soon, and in that moment, I began to already start mourning his loss. "Mike, are you okay?" "Yes, honey, I'm fine. I'm just looking at how soft and wonderful you are, and... well, I know it's not going to last forever." I kissed his penis and then began to plant little kisses all over his pubic area. "Mike?" "I raised my face from his crotch and looked at him. I'm sorry that I treated you like that. I just didn't understand," he said. "Shhhhh." I held my finger up to his lips and quieted him. Then I began to kiss him more, all over his private area, and then moved up to his lips. He pressed his lips into mine and began pushing in for a little bit more. I yielded to him, inhaling his exhale. His tongue explored my lips before gently parting them and discovering my tongue, which seemed like the first time all over again. My fingers encompassed his penis and it began growing as his body repeated the gentle motions of pushing it in and pulling it out of my loose grip, quickly bringing him to a full erection. I lifted my tongue from his tongue's suction and placed my index finger from my other hand into his mouth. His tongue swirled around my finger and gently tugged on it while mine found his small, pink nipples. My erection rubbed his leg as I moved down his body, leaving a trail of wet kisses and light hickeys all the way down to his baby soft pubis. He continued to suck on my finger, increasing his pull on it. I painted his pubic area with my tongue, and finally gave into my body's demand to take him into my mouth. I engulfed him, much more aggressively than the slow build that he had become accustomed to, and I began to make passionate love to his rock hard penis. His body found its perfect rhythm, and he gyrated to it under my face. My tongue swirled around his hard pole and he sucked hard on my finger as he fucked my mouth. His small ridge felt extra pronounced as it passed up and down against my taste buds. I turned my head sideways, making room for my right hand to touch his velvet sack. His little lumps rested loosely, lightly flapping against his perineum as he increased his motion. My hand curved under his bottom and pressed him firmly in toward my face. His mid section was locked tightly between my face at his front and my hand on his bottom, keeping him from being able to move much. I pushed my lips and tongue hard against his shaft and pubic area while holding his bottom tightly into me, sucking him harder than I ever had before. He whimpered, turning his head to the side and releasing my finger from the suction of his tongue. I rolled over, rolling him with me, never losing the grip that my tongue had on his penis. He perched up on his knees and fucked my mouth even faster and harder. My hands held on to his bottom, rubbing and squeezing his cheeks as he came to his climax. He moaned and then began to slow, until he came to a complete stop. He rolled back over. His erection popped out of my mouth. I took hold of it in my fingers and quickly positioned up to his face, where we began to softly kiss while I molested him. "Did anything come out?" He asked. "I didn't taste anything," I said. "That was a great fuck, though, wasn't it?" "Oh my god, that was such a good fuck," he said. His erection began to melt away in my fingers. "I love you so, so much," I said, looking into his big brown eyes. I kissed him again, and we shared several little kisses. I released his flaccid penis and rerouted the hair from his face, tucking it behind his ear. I looked deep into his face, tracing his jaw line with my finger. "God, you're so fucking beautiful." I kissed him again and He smiled with the most contented smile that his face could naturally create. "Mike?" "Yes, my sweetheart?" "I love you." "I love you, too, honey." "I'm sorry that one day we won't have this anymore." "Me too, sweetheart. I am too. You're so special to me," I said. I touched his penis and kissed his lips, and then rested my hand on his soft pubic mound. "I can't stand the thought of not having you... and not having this." "Yeah. Me neither," he said, interrupted with a yawn. "I'm sorry if it's my fault... like, if I start to make you feel unimportant and unloved." "It's okay, sweetheart. It's natural. It's just what happens. I will never hold you responsible for whatever happens between us." An unexpected tear ran down my face and dripped onto his chest. "Enough of that for now," I said. "Let's get some sleep. Your mom gets home tomorrow afternoon and I won't have you again for three days. Braden turned his body towards me and we both laid on our sides facing each other. I gave him my arm, and he rested his head on it. I put my free hand on his bottom and pulled him all the way in to me. His fingers lightly sifted through my pubes, and I gently rubbed his back and bottom. "I sure am glad that you're a cuddler," I whispered. He smiled, and I kissed him. "And a kisser," he said, initiating another kiss. "Yes. I'm definitely glad that you're a kisser," I whispered. "And a really good one, at that." I lifted my hand from his bottom and traced his lips with my pinkie before kissing him again. Our tongues met one more time in a delicate kiss. His fingers continued to softly find their way through my pubes, and I lowered my hand back down to his bottom, savoring the feel of his soft, firm curves and crevice. "Mike?" "Yes, sweetheart?" "Can we play ten kisses?" Our bodies were tight against each others, and we were nose to nose. I felt around for the remote and turned out the light, and then pulled the sheet and blanket up to our chins. His head lay on my left arm and my right hand was caressing his bottom. His right hand was holding his penis and his left hand had slowly worked through my pubes to my penis, where he maintained a loose grip. He often held me like this when we slept. "Sure, sweetheart." I counted 59 seconds in my head. At 60, I whispered, "One," marking one minute. We kissed once. The next minute, I said, "two," and we kissed twice. We ended up kissing seven times, and at the eighth minute, he was asleep. I stopped counting but continued to kiss his lips every minute or so until I lost consciousness. (May be continued)