Date: Tue, 30 Jan 2024 22:41:51 +0100 (GMT+01:00) From: Larry Lawrence Subject: Mike's Boy Braden, Chapter 2 I hope you enjoy this work of fiction. "Wake up, sweetheart," I said, quietly at first, and then a little bit louder. His sleep was fighting hard against him. "Braden, honey. Wake up," I said, gently shaking him. His eyes popped open. "Oh shit, Mike!" What time is it?" "Oh shit is right, and that'll be another quarter in the swear jar." I kissed him, leaning over his body, mummified in blankets. "It's 7:40, honey." "I owe two quarters," he said with a grin. "I said `fuck' last night." "Well, you just said it again, so that's three," I said, pulling his blankets all the way off of him. "Shit!," he laughed. I scooped him up, kissed his lips and stood him up. He collapsed into me. "I'm soooo tired, Mike." "You should be saying, `I'm so late, Mike,'" I teased, gripping his shoulders and lightly shaking him. "Go drain that thing before it pokes somebody's eye out," I said, jiggling his erection with my finger. "Uuuggghgh," he sighed, turning towards the bathroom. I popped him on the butt. "Hurry up, sweetheart. This will be your third tardy this quarter." "The other two were your fault," he called from the bathroom, peeing. I wouldn't have been late if you hadn't waken up horny," he said with a playful chuckle. "I wake up horny every day, honey." I rifled through his underwear drawer, pulled out a pair of blue briefs and tossed them to him as he came back into the room. Please hurry," I said. "I'll be in the kitchen." Braden came into the small eat-in kitchen and sat at the bistro sized table. I brought him a bowl with mixed fruit and two slices of buttered toast. "What's today, anyway," he asked. "It's Monday. Your mom will pick you up today. You have ballet this afternoon, and I won't see you again until I pick you up from school on Thursday." "Oh yeah. Okay," he remembered, mixing his sliced bananas, strawberries and blueberries before taking a bite. "Mike?" "Yes, honey?" I pulled out the chair across from him and sat down. He took a bite of his toast. "What will you do when... when I...," he hesitated, looking for the right words. He tried again. "What will you do when we start to grow apart from eachother?," he asked, looking into my face. I was taken aback by the maturity of the question coming from my immature boy. "I'm going to love you, sweetheart. That's all that I know how to do." Braden smiled, piling a spoon full of fruit on top of his toast and then taking the bite. I swallowed my last drop of coffee and excused myself. "Come brush your teeth when you're done," I said, "and put your shit in the dishwasher," I called from down the hall. "You didn't put your shit in the dishwasher!," he called after me. "That's a dollar twenty five," I yelled from the bathroom. "Fuck!, really Mike?" "Dollar fifty!" I brushed my teeth and Braden came in a couple minutes later and brushed his, and we met at the front door, ready to go. I hoisted him up and hugged him. "I love you, sweetheart," I said. Our lips met for a kiss. "I love you, too." He hugged my neck and I held him, and we kissed again several times before I put him down. We say our goodbyes before we leave, because some people in the school drop off line wouldn't understand our level of intimacy. There was no line at the drop zone, as school had started almost fifteen minutes ago. He looked around and, seeing the coast clear, planted another kiss on my lips before getting out. "Love you." "I love you too," I said, and he closed the door. My heart sinks every time I drop him off and I know it'll be a few days before I see him again. He has a whole separate life when I'm not with him. Rachel is a great mother. She's had a very difficult life, but is working hard to make the best of it. She's been working for six years now as a flight attendant, which keeps her gone, sometimes for a few days at a time. She and I met through our mutual friend, Brenda, who was initially keeping Braden for her when she was gone. When Brenda had to move back home to Colorado to care for her mother, I was introduced to Rachel and stepped in to help. I love Rachel as a friend, and would do anything for her, but in the last year or so, it seems like our relationship is strictly centered around my care for Braden. It seems more like an agreement between divorced parents, who have just decided to make the arrangement work for the good of the child. Rachel doesn't know that I'm hopelessly in love with Braden, but she knows that I love him like he's my own little boy. She also knows the he sleeps in my bed even though I have another bedroom in my apartment, and that he doesn't wear pajamas. She's also seen some of our more intimate goodbyes. I made sure that Braden made it inside and then drove away, feeling my heart implode. Thankfully, my work is very flexible. A thirty six hour week is considered a full-time schedule, and as long as I get those hours in between Sundays, there's not a problem. When Braden isn't with me, I work around the clock. It helps me from sinking into depression. I got to work at 9:30 Monday morning and worked three back-to-back twelve hour shifts, which I've grown accustomed to and actually rather enjoy. I got home from work Tuesday night, just after eleven thirty. I showered and laid down. This was the loneliest and most dreaded part of my life -- at home, in bed without my little love. I texted him, but I knew he wouldn't see it until morning. "I love you and miss you so much! I can't wait to see you on Thursday." I didn't realize that I had fallen asleep until the phone buzz woke me up at 6:45. He texted me back his typical reply, "ILU2" with a heart and a smiley face. My phone buzzed immediately after his text with a text from Rachel, asking if I could pick Braden up this afternoon instead of tomorrow, and keep him for an extra day. Her work schedule changes often, and I'm always able to accommodate her. As I was replying, Braden texted again. "Mom has to work today. I'll see you after school." I got up, made myself some coffee and avocado toast, and sat at my little table. "I'm so fucking pathetic," I said out loud to myself, thinking about how utterly smitten I am with Braden. And the sad part is that I know I'm pathetic and I'm too smitten with him to do anything about it. I'm way beyond a normal level of being excited to see him, and I love that, and I hate it that I love that. "You're not healthy," I said out loud again. "You're a broken, pathetic fuck." I ate my avocado toast and let my own words sink into my soul. I knew that hearing three words from Braden would instantly heal me, and as I longed to hear his voice say, "I love you," I hated the fact that I had fallen to such depths that the words of one child could end up giving me ultimate meaning and fulfillment, or stripping me of both at any given moment. My phone buzzed. "I love you Mike," with a selfie. "I love you, too, sweetheart!," I texted back. I jumped up and got dressed, over the moon that I'd be seeing my boy in just a few hours. I went through the day, running errands and paying bills. Rachel texted that she'd actually be picking Braden up from school and she'd drop him off to me around seven. I opened my email, hoping to find some new messages with links to forbidden pictures and videos. Excited to see several, I clicked on the first one, from JizzyJames. His two boys are 6 and 10, and he shares new material of them weekly. I watched him interacting with his sons, wondering what it would be like to actually have a child that I helped to create. Jizzyjames' videos and photos are some of the more innocent of the ones that I receive on a regular basis. They're still mostly all nudes of the boys, but never anything more daring than the boys' arrousals. I love sharing pictures of Braden, and also of the two of us together, and Braden loves looking at his own pictures on the websites that I post to. He really loves reading the comments posted about him or sent in my emails. I closed my laptop and got up to make dinner. The knock at the door came right on time. "Come in, come in," I said, opening the door. Rachel gave me a hug, as usual, and I lifted Braden up for a hug and kiss. "I've missed you, honey," I said, patting his butt. We kissed each other again, and I lowered him down with another kiss on his head. "Stay for dinner?," I asked Rachel, but she declined. "Spaghetti squash and spinach salad with sunflower seeds and craisins," I offered, hoping to tempt her, but she declined again. Braden hung his backpack on the hook behind the door. "I got all of my homework done early, Mike," he said, headed to the kitchen. "I can't stay, Mike, but I just wanted to see you and say hi," Rachel said, taking a step backwards through the door. I gently grabbed her hand and held it, looking into her eyes. "Is everything okay, dear?" Her eyes darted downward and then back to mine. "Yes. Fine. Everything is fine." "That wasn't very convincing, you know," I said. "I know." She removed her hand from mine. "I'll be back Saturday. Or Sunday. I'm not sure which," she said, turning to go. "Rachel?" She turned and looked at me. "I'm here for you. Not just for Braden. Do you understand me?" "Thanks, Mike." I closed the door after she walked away. Braden and I ate dinner together and talked about our day. I asked if his mom had seemed normal to him, and at mentioning it, he said that she might have seemed a little bit off, but was unable to put a finger on it. "I'm thinking about dropping out of ballet," he said. "But you're so damn cute..." "Paul and Beau keep calling me a fag and singing Dancing Queen at me," he interrupted. I choked on my bite, laughing. "Dancing Queen?," I repeated, laughing harder. He tried not to laugh too, but he couldn't hold it in. "It's not funny," he tried to say through his involuntary chuckling. "You know that it's funny!," I said, calming myself down. "I know," he conceded, still wearing a grin. "Well, it was funny when you started laughing, but it's not funny at school," he said. "I know, sweetheart, and I'm sorry for laughing. It just caught me off guard." "I know. I get it," he said. "You don't really like ballet anyway. Go ahead and quit," I suggested. "Mom won't let me. She's not raising a quitter," he said making air quotes and mimicking her voice. "I'm sure you'll be able to work something out," I said, standing up from the table to clear my place. Braden took his last couple bites and brought the dishes to the sink. I rinsed everything off and put them in the dishwasher. "All of your homework is done," I asked, even though he'd already told me that it was. "Yeah. It only took twenty five minutes," he said. "Good boy," I said, tousling his hair. "Are you ready for a bath?" "Don't we have any dessert or anything?," he asked, going to the freezer. He looked inside, moved a few things around, and then closed it. "I guess I'm ready for a bath," he agreed, not finding any ice cream. I turned on the water and put our favorite bubble bath in. We both stripped and stepped into the tub, sitting at opposite sides. He sloshed around, sliding back and forth, and playing like a little boy. "They really liked that video," I said, catching his attention. "Which one?," he asked sitting up and backing into his end of the tub. "The one where you're sitting on the floor with your legs open and I cum on your belly..." "...And I rub it all over my boner?" He interrupted, grinning. "That's the one," I said. "Can I see what they said?," he asked. "Of course. Just remind me when we get out," I said, picking up a handful of bubbles and blowing it across the tub and into his face. He slid up to me, splashing me. "Already, Mike?" He asked, laughing and tugging on my erection. "I can't help it," I laughed. "You've been gone for three days." "Dude, you're always so fucking horny," he laughed. "What's that, two dollars now?," I asked. "We don't even have a fucking swear jar," he laughed. "Well, it's about fucking time we get one," I laughed. "Really, Mike?," he said, shaking his head and giving my erection another tug. "You're a fucking mess," he laughed, and then scooted up in between my open legs and relaxed on me. I ran my hands down his torso to his legs and brought them slowly back up, hugging his back into my chest. The water had reached his chin. He lifted his leg and shut it off with his toes. I slid my hand down his belly and found his penis, and he reached behind him and loosely gripped my erection. "Perfect," I said, beginning to lightly stroke him with my fingers. "Ummm, are you washing it or just playing with it?," he asked, letting go of my erection and elbowing me in the stomach, and then spinning around to face me. Water sloshed, almost spilling out of the tub. I splashed his face, and he shook it off and then laid himself out flat, disappearing under the bubbles. His bottom poked through, and I reached over and smacked it. He shot up, and scooted himself into me again, and I grabbed him in another close hug. "I sure do love you," I said, turning him back around and pulling him between my legs to wash his hair. After his hair, I washed his back, and then he washed mine. I finished bathing myself, and then finished bathing him. We were sitting facing each other, and his legs were resting on mine, with his toes breaking the surface of the water. I touched them and played with them, leaning over to kiss them, one by one. "Come here, sweetheart," I said, holding my hand out to him to pull himself into me. He ignored my invitation and slipped under the water. His hand gripped my erection, and then his mouth closed around it, beginning to barely move up and down. After several seconds, he raised his head for a breath and went back under, sucking me under water. I ran my fingers through his wet, loose spirals. He shot back up and exchanged his breath. "I can't do that for too long," he said, "Only like thirty seconds at a time." "Well, it sure was nice while it lasted, I said, leaning forward and kissing his head. He raised his face and gave me his lips and we kissed a few times. He scooted up to me and raised himself up over my lap, grabbing my erection underneath him. He slowly lowered himself on to me as I entered him. He wrapped his arms around me and began gently rocking his pelvis. I moaned with approval, rubbing my fingers down under his hole and feeling him where he and I were joined together. He slowly rocked, barely making any motion above water. I took his face in my hands and kissed his lips. Our tongues quickly found each other's, and his rocking motion began to increase as my erection began to throb deep inside of him. He abruptly pulled himself off of me and centered himself in the middle of the tub on all fours. I came in behind him, entered his opened hole, and began pushing in to him. He was pushing his bottom against me in small circular movements. I reached around him and began to masterbate him as I was working him from behind. "Don't make a mess in the bathwater," he mumbled in a low and horny, giggly voice. I began to laugh, just as I started to release my load inside of him. "Little fucker," I said, now in full Laughter at his comment. He had thrown my orgasm off, and now he was laughing at me. I held my erection inside of him and he ground his bottom into me. I smacked his butt and pulled out of him. He spun around, laughing. "That's not fair!," I snapped, splashing him in the face. He fell onto me and I held him, and we both laughed again at ourselves. "That's what you get for laughing at Dancing Queen," he said, cracking us both up again. "I'll make it up to you later," he said, standing up and stepping out of the tub. He pulled a towel from the towel rack. "Hey Mike, do I have anything in my teeth?," He asked, bending over and spreading his butt cheeks open and showing me his hole. We both laughed. "Just a little special sauce," I said, opening the tub drain. He made dry heaving noises, and we both laughed. "Dry me off?," Braden asked, holding the towel out to me. I stepped out of the tub and picked him up, holding his wet body tight against mine, and just held him for a minute before putting him down. I pulled up the chair and sat next to him, and began to dry him off. "Mike, have you ever had sex with a girl?" "No, honey. That's something that I'll never be able to help you with." "`Cause David said that he's had sex with Grace, but Grace says that it's a lie. But I was just wondering what that would be like," he said. "Well, I can tell you from experience that sex is much more meaningful when it's with someone that you really care about in a very special way," I said. "And that's why you've never done it with girls?" "That's right. And that's why I'm not looking to have sex with anybody other than you," I said, finishing him up with a pat on his bottom. "I'll be on the bed waiting for you," he said, picking up his dirty clothes and taking them with him. When I entered the bedroom, Braden was lying in the center of the bed with his legs open and his eyes closed. I crawled up on to the bed and laid beside him, touching his relaxed boyhood. "You're so soft," I said, leaning over and kissing his penis multiple times. "Keep doing that, and it won't be soft for long," Braden said, laughing. I kissed him again and then took him into my mouth, covering him with my saliva and feeling his softness with my tongue in as many ways as possible. I love getting him hard in my mouth, but I also just love the feel of his soft, innocent boy penis. I played with him in my mouth, keeping him soft for several minutes before beginning to bring him into his erection. As he began to stiffen, I increased my suction and began working on the underside of his shaft. He was pushing himself into my mouth. My hand caressed his bottom, into his crack, and then began to rub his boy hole. I pushed two fingers into him and began to massage his prostate. His erection pulsed in my mouth, and his hole seized my fingers and his body tensed. He thrusted hard, and then again, and again, holding his anal grip on my fingers. My tongue held his erection hostage as his little hard member pushed against it, quickly losing steam. He relaxed, and his little anus loosened around my fingers. I touched my lips to his, and he kissed me as I continued to slowly penetrate him with my fingers. He began to wiggle, and I released him. He rolled over and slightly raised his butt. I mounted him and pushed deep into him. He moaned, and I rode him with small and fast repetitions, and then rolled back over. I was laying on my back, and he was laying on top of me, on his back, with my erection still deep inside of him. I placed my hand on his pubic bone, holding him firmly and sliding his body up and down on mine until I came inside of him. We laid still, and I stayed inside of him until the blood drained from my middle and softened me. I softly molested him as he relaxed on me. "Your special sauce is coming out of my Big Mac," Braden said, laughing and rolling over and off of me. "Sounds delicious," I kidded. He grabbed the closest towel and cleaned himself, and climbed back onto the bed, snuggling into me. "Speaking of special sauce, mom found some of your special sauce in my undies last week." "She did? What did she say?" "She asked me if I knew what it was, and I told her that I blew my nose them." I patted his bottom and kissed his cheek. "You're a smart boy, Braden." There was several minutes of silence. I turned the light off with the remote and pulled the blankets up. Braden kissed my cheek, and I turned in to him. His lips gently touched mine again. I love you," I said, caressing his soft bottom. "I love you too." A few more minutes passed. "Mike?" "Yes, sweetheart?" "Can we play ten kisses?" -- Sent with https://mailfence.com Secure and private email