My Mexican Bodega

From The Odd Mind of

Eric Murphey

Part 1

I pull out my phone and look at the time. It reads 1:15pm. I smile my work day is almost over. Actually my work life is almost over. I told Mr Murphey five years ago I wanted to retire on my 55th birthday and he didn't laugh he just smiled and asked why. I told him and he has done nothing but encourage and help me since. He made sure I always got my hours from Chris the general manager of the McDonald's I work at. I cant believe its been 35 years I have worked here. I shake my head at the thought. I remember the day I got hired so well. I just got laid off from the factory. For the fifth time in two years. I was just tired of the uncertainty of it all the time. I decided on the way home I deserved a Big Mac meal. I pull in the McDonald's Mr Brown owns because I have been coming in here forever and I really just like the man. Hes always got a smile and a joke. Sometimes not exactly a clean one either. But usually they are clean and ones that he can tell anyone that walks through the door. The man always had a joke. He must have had millions of them in his head. I don't think he ever told me the same one twice in all the years I worked for him. Mr Eric was always the same way. I smile thinking of the first day I met him. It was the same day actually. I walk in to get my food. I see this kid he is like 4 feet tall dragging this trash can across the floor. How could I not help him?
"Here buddy let me give you a hand."
"Oh no sir. Mr Brown asked me to do it. I don't want to let him down."
"I've been knowing Mr Brown a lot of years and I know he wont be upset. Its heavy. Come on now. You grab that handle and I will grab the other and we will both walk it out to the dumpster."

I don't wait for him to answer I just grab the handle and lift. I really gave him no choice. But he is just so cute. I wonder where he came from? I don't think that Mr Brown has any kids. We get to the dumpster area and the boy sets his side down and opens the gate. He has already tied the bag so I just lift it out and toss it into the dumpster.

"Gosh thanks for the help sir. It was real heavy. Mr Brown says that its OK to get help when you need it. I just don't want to ask anybody cuz they might think less of me." The little guy looks down at his feet.

"Aw why would anyone think anything bad about you? You are a cute boy and I bet you got lots of girlfriends. That and your helping Mr Brown too. So you got a good work ethic. Seems to me like you may be the perfect boy."

He looks up at me and grins.

"You want an ice cream or something. I can get you one if you want it? You helped you deserve something."
"Maybe when I get done with my lunch."
"If you want I can get you a sundae?" He says smiling and raising his eyebrows.

He looks over his shoulder.

"Times a wastin. Lots to do." He grabs the can and races across the lot.

I cant help it I laugh. This kid is something else. I am still chuckling when I walk in the door and see him tying a new trash bag into the receptacle. I watch the boy and he sees Mr Brown and makes a beeline for him and wraps his arms around his waist. Mr Brown hugs him back and you can just see they love each other very much. I walk to the counter.

"He helped me Mr Brown. I told him I would get him a sundae for helping. I will pay for it though. Its only right."

"Steve I see you met my little friend Eric Murphey. Who will most assuredly not be paying for your sundae. Its my treat."
Eric still hasn't let his arm fall from the big mans waist. They are standing next to each other and it looks so sweet with Mr Browns hand on Eric's shoulder pulling him to him.

"He seems like a good worker that's for sure."
"One of the best I got." He answers and the boys grin somehow got bigger.

"Still got lots to do." He takes off again.

I just smile as Mr Brown looks after the boy that raced off.

"Seems like a good kid Mr Brown."

He scratches his head.

"That boy is really something. He started coming in a while back to get a happy meal. Every time he would come in he would be very precise counting the change before he even ordered. You know most kids just toss it up on the counter and expect you to count it. Not that boy. First time he came in he was short a little. I don't even remember how much but I offered to pay the difference and he told me that wouldn't be right. Most kids would just take it and half wouldn't even say thank you. He came back a couple days later and told me he collected some pop bottles to return for the deposit. That way he would have enough. Now get this I know most of the kids were trying to collect all the figurines. So I put two in his. You now it seemed like a real treat for him to have the meal in the first place So I wanted to make in more special. The kid returned the extra one and was out the door before I could even think to tell him I meant to do it. So he asks me for a job a while after that. The kid is a McDonald's encyclopedia. Ask him anything about the company and I bet he knows. He is truly a special boy that one. So how are you doing Steve?"

"Same old same old. Just got laid off again. I swear I should just come work for you. You pay almost as much as the factory and I know I wouldn't get laid of here." I say joking.

"I need a porter. I think you would be a good one. You have always seemed to be the kind of man that does good work."

"I certainly try."

"So what can I get for you?" He asks me.

"A number one with a Coke to drink light ice please."
"Sure thing."
He grabs the soda first and puts it on the tray and then grabs the sandwich and then fries. It was the days when they premade the food. It was much faster. But it also tastes better now. I pay him and take my tray to my table. Once I'm done eating little Eric sets a sundae on my table.

"Thanks again sir."
"Anytime Mr Eric." I have no idea why I called him that but when I did he grinned. It does seem to fit for some reason.

"That's what Mr Brown calls me too."
He takes off to do whatever his next task is. What a kid I think smiling and shaking my head.

"I do that a lot." I hear from behind me as Mr Brown walks up and sits in front of me.

"I brought all this out for you to fill out for taxes and whatnot."
"I thought you were joking."
"No sir. I sure wasn't. Look I know you make $6 an hour at the factory. I pay $5.50 so you will make a little less but like you said earlier I don't lay my people off. So if you think about it you will make more in the year here. So you an fill this out here or bring it in with you on Monday at 5am."

I look at the man and think a second.

"Got a pen?"
He grins and hands me one.

Thirty five years ago. Where does the time go?

I complete the last of my tasks and rinse out the mop bucket for the last time. I smile as I do. I bet I mopped halfway around the earth as much as I mopped here.

So I know you are thinking how in the world is this man retiring when he worked at McDonald's or his whole career and doing it at 55? Easy at 45 I thought I don't want to work until I'm 67. I want to be able to retire and enjoy things and help people. So I got a second job. When I got off work here I would go there. It took three years but I got a rental house with three apartments in it. I moved into one and rented the other two. I was living for utilities and the others paid the taxes and put money in my bank account. It only took 2 years for the next one at that rate. It was also a nicer one too. It also has three apartments. Then I got one a year for the last 5 years. So I have 7 rental properties which actually provide me with a very nice income. When I started I was doing it on my own. But as I got more it got to be a bit much so I got a rental agency to take care of everything for me. Its much easier and I dont need the income they charge me to do it. For me its the best of both worlds. I get money and I don't have to do anything for it. I don't even sign a check it goes straight into the bank.

I know they are going to do something for me because Chris told me to not go into the lobby for the last half an hour of my shift. I'm going to love being retired but I'm really going to miss all the people here. Its like my family. Always adding new brothers and sisters as people move on to other jobs when they graduate college. That's one thing bout this store is people just don't quit. If they get hired they are happy they got hired and stay until they are done with college or retire. Like I'm doing today. I go and press my thumb against the time clock and it asks what I want to do. I touch the screen and clock out for the last time. It reads Happy Retirement Steve. From McMurphey LLC. I smile. What a nice little touch. There is always a little note for you when you go in and come home. A nice little thing I think only happens in our stores. But it may be company wide. I hear one of the ladies whisper I'm coming into her headset. I look at her and smile. I walk up front and I'm shocked and yet I'm not but there is Mr Eric and his boys all four grinning to beat Hell.

"Happy retirement Steve." Eric says and steps forward and hugs me.

I smile at the boys and start speaking Spanish to Alejandro. He has been helping me with it since I decided what I want to do when I retire. Eric helps a lot too. But I like this little guy. He is just like Eric was at that age. Shit they all are. He may not be their biological dad. But I will be dammed if they aren't just like him anyway. He is a good role model to follow that's for sure.

"So are you really going to start a bodega?" Alejandro asks me.

"I sure am. I cant wait."
"You are really going to live in the shop too?"
"Yes and before you ask I am adopting an orphanage too."
He grins at me.

"You are so lucky. I wish I could go too."
"I would take you in a second if I didn't think your dad would hunt me down and kill me."
"Poppi would never." He says giggling.

"Over you I bet he would." He grins.

"Maybe if he thought you was hurting me."
"You got a good dad my friend."
"I know I'm the luckiest boy in the world."
"You got that right." Eric says rubbing the top of his sons head.

I break from Eric and his family and am greeted by Chris and his. Not to mention all the employees and many from over the years that came to say goodbye. I tell you I'm not used to all this attention and its nice but a little embarrassing too.

After the party is over I head home and sit down in front of my TV and turn it on. I sigh and think in a week I will be in Mexico. I gave away most of my furniture and things I wont be moving. Clothes are pretty much is what I have left. My laptop and a few small items. I'm flying down. I sure don't want to drive all the way through Mexico to Oaxaca. In case you don't know its a state in Mexico. Its one state away from Guatemala. So its pretty far south in Mexico. I joked I am moving there because I like the cheese so much. Which I do its nice and melty. Yummy.

So you got a bit of my plan from my little friend Alejandro. My god that boy is so cute. I would never tell Mr Eric that I was attracted to his son. Or I guess I should say sons. For that matter when he was younger I was very attracted to him as well. Wonder why old Steve never got married? Because I'm not a fish eater. In not getting near anything that smells that gross. But a boys cock. Oh my no smell and so so tasty. Its been years since I've had a boy as a lover. Like 25 so its been a long very long dry spell. Its not at all why I'm moving though. But I want to start a little store. Sell just household items and candies, sodas, maybe have some hot food in time. I am going to live in a little apartment behind the shop and all the profits from the shop I'm going to get whatever the orphanage down the road needs. OK its not exactly down the road its a half mile. So its not far really. Ach I need to switch to metric thinking. So nearly a km away. I think that's right its .69 kilometers to a mile. Oh fuck sometimes being born American can be a curse. We rejected the metric system tossed it on the ocean and let it sink. So we have no idea what people are saying. Is 10cm long? Fuck if I know. I'm American. Is mm bigger than cm? Again Fuck if I know I'm American. But I will learn. I fucking hope anyway. I certainly don't think, expect or even hope I can get a boy from this. Its totally altruistic. I want to give back to those who need it most. When I was a boy we were so poor we lived in a neighborhood people didn't nail anything down because the mother fuckers would steal the nails. I chuckle at the joke Alejandro told me.

"Mr Steve isn't it a good thing they named them seagulls when they were flying over the sea instead of a bay."
"Sure." I say confused.

"Yeah cuz then they would be bagels. Ha"

That boy is something else. I'm going to miss seeing him and his entire family.

Before I know it I'm boarding my flight on my way to my new home. Hoot hoot.

I land and its about 10am and I get my bags and find a cab and head to the real estate office. When I get there I'm greeted warmly and we head to the shop. I haven't seen it in person yet. But I've seen lots of pictures and videos so I know what to expect. When we arrive the local priest is there to bless the building for me. I don't much care for organized religion. I feel like Gandhi said. Christianity is the greatest religion never tried. But I also have to realize the local culture. Also with a blessing from the priest and him knowing what I'm doing my goal is to keep the drug gangs away and keep me and my store safe. The town I'm moving to has about 9,000 souls in it. So its not a huge place but big enough people don't know everyone. The priest goes through and does his thing blessing the store and myself in the process.

They leave and I am alone in my little store. I look around and man its a mess. I knew it was when I bought it. So its not a shock. It takes me two weeks to get it in order. I cleaned it painted it added shelves and it took another two weeks to get the store stocked and the taxes set up and everything is in order and if I thought retirement was going to be easier I was mistaken. I have been working more hours and harder than I have in years. That's after working two full time jobs for 8 years. Opening day finally arrives. Again I invite the priest and he hangs out most of the day talking to people as they come in and go out. He keeps going on about how wonderful it is that I'm donating the money made from the store to the orphans. How I sent by God to do his work. I think hes rushing it a bit. But its what he does. I just want to be safe and be able to help the children there. The first few days speaking Spanish all the time was different and a little difficult. But its getting easier every day. I have been in constant contact with the nuns that run the orphanage and have since learned there are 47 children there ranging from 2 to 17. A couple months have passed and I have been sending money over with the priest to help with food so they can all eat healthier and I get enough saved up that I can get each of them a new pair of shoes. Not some cheap crappy plastic shoes. But really nice basketball shoes. I have talked to the nuns and gotten the sizes and the names to match with the sizes so I know that every child gets a new pair in their size. I wanted to do this because I know that these children don't get shit. I think it will help them have some self esteem having some nice things. I know it is superficial. But when you don't have anything then you have something nice. It makes you feel good. So tonight I am closing early at 7 instead of 9 and they are having a little party and then I give out the shoes to the children. I'm kind of excited about it. I have met just a few of the children briefly as they come into the store. I close up and I pack the things into a truck I've gotten. Its an old Chevy but it works just fine to go get thing for the shop. I get it all loaded and smile to myself and head to the building they are housed in. I am given a walk through of the place. Its actually pretty large. The boys and girls have rooms where they are put in 4 to a room. They aren't small rooms but they aren't big either. They seem to have enough room for themselves and things as well. The nuns walk me down and we go to the dining hall where everyone is and the children are loud and having fun. Which is what children are supposed to do. We have a very nice meal and I pass out the shoes. However I have one box left. I know from the tag it is for Emilio who is 11 years old. I ask one of the boys close to me.

"Where is Emilio?"
"Oh hes a hoto so we don't like him."
"Oh well just because someone is gay doesn't mean you shouldn't like them. Some of the best people I have ever met have been gay. You my little friend are denying yourself the possibility of a very good friend. Where can I find him?"
"Probably his room."
I grab the box and head upstairs to find this Emilio. I look into each room as I pass and on the fourth door I see him sitting on his bed. Using the corner of the wall as his backrest. He is in shorts with no shirt or shoes.

"Well, there you are my friend. I got you a present."
He looks at me with a blank look on his face.

I walk over and sit on the edge of the bed. He moves his feet so I can. I hold up the box.

"New shoes for my new friend."
He still looks at me without any signs of happiness, sadness anything. His face is blank. Poor little guy I'm thinking.

"Here lets try them on. The sisters told me the sizes. But you know how sisters can be. They try hard but sometimes they are wrong on things."
I see a bit of a smile. Not much but some. I pull out a pair of socks I had put in the box. I put three new pairs in every box. Dont want them ruining the shoes wearing them without socks now do we. I reach out and grab one of his feet and slip on a sock. I grab the other and do the same. I tickle the bottom of his foot and he giggles.

"Ah so you are alive then."
He gives a weak smile to me.

I slip on the first shoe and lace it up then the second.

"Now don't those look real nice. A handsome boy like you with some new shoes. I bet you will have a boyfriend in no time."
He gives me a look like hes ashamed.

"Emilio I don't care if you like boys. I mean really whats not to like about a handsome boy?"
He gives me a confused look.

"Come on you will be my special guest. I want you to sit next to me while we have some cake. Did you have supper?"
He nods softly.

"Lets go get some cake then. Better put on a shirt though. Don't want to turn on the nuns with your sexy chest."
He looks down at his rather thin chest and then at me. He is a thin boy but his face is angelic. His eyes seem larger than they should be but it looks nice not weird. His lashes are long and his hair is short. He has medium coloring and it suits him well.

He isn't moving so I grab the shirt that's on his bed and slip it over his head and he puts his arms in.

"Lets go get some cake. Its leche one of my favorites."

I grab his hand and really give him no choice if he is coming or not. Because he is if I have to carry him. I don't want an already alienated boy to be more alienated. I pull him up and off the bed and he is standing in front of me. I'm still sitting and I pull him to me and hug him tight. I feel him tense and the go slack.

"Sorry. I like to hug and I especially wanted to hug the cutest boy here."
He smiles a genuine smile now.

"Thank you for the shoes." He says just above a whisper."
"Thank you for the hug. Now we have both given each other something I think we needed."

I take his hand and he walks back down with me and I sit at the spot I was in before and pull him up onto my leg because there is no seat for him.

We get our cake and I enjoy mine and it appears he enjoys his as well. I have been gently running my hand up and down his back since we set down. I like how it feels and he doesn't seem to mind the touching from me. When the party ends I take my leave and I got lots of thank you wishes from the children. As I am leaving and walking to my old truck I feel a hand take mine. I look to see who it is and its Emilio. I hold his hand in mine and continue the walk down the drive to my truck. When I open the door with my free hand he wraps his arms around me and hugs me tight.

"Oh this is nice." I say to him as he holds on to me for a very long time. Hugs usually are quick and they are done. But he holds me a good two minutes. I hug and hold him as he is me. This is really nice I'm thinking. He lets go and I'm actually kind of sad about it.

I bend down a bit and lift him up to me. I hug him again and am surprised when he kisses me on the lips. Its just a quick kiss but it sent sparks through my entire body. I wasn't. ready when he did it and he just kissed my still lips. So I give him a quick kiss back. Its an actual kiss this time.

"I look forward to seeing you again, soon I hope."
I put him back on his feet and he looks up at me with those big brown eyes.
"Adios." He tells me and walks back into his home.

I get in the tuck and shut the door and watch him until he is inside. I drive home to my little shop and park in the back and walk into the rear entrance which is the entrance to my apartment from outside. I can access it from inside the store as well. I decide I want a Coke and a shower. So I grab a soda from my fridge and open the top. Mexico hasn't heard about global warming I don't think seeing as how the Cokes are in the glass bottles. But oh my they do taste so much better here. I think part of it is they use real sugar instead of corn syrup and the glass bottles. Its like a Coke from my childhood. I drink about half of it sitting at my kitchen table and then go turn on the shower and strip down. I have my shower and finish my soda when I'm done. I should have taken them cokes I think. Next time I will. I bet they dont get sodas very often. The nuns aren't mean they just have to make sure the little bit of money they get is spent as wisely as possible. Its more important for the children to have a nice meal instead of a Coke. I get it. I head to bed and climb under the covers. Its a cooler night than we have been having and its nice. I think about my new friend Emilio and my cock as old as it is springs to life. OK not really spring as it does grow to his full length. I start to stroke myself thinking about his chest I saw naked. I am not real positive but I think I saw a bulge in his shorts when he was sitting down and I think about that. I think of him kissing me and holding me. I shoot my load in record time. I clean myself off with a tissue and find sleep very quickly.

I wake up early so I can get the store open. I open at 7am and stay open until 9pm. My business is starting to pick up some. So that's really good. Especially for the children. I get up and make myself some charizo and eggs and put it on a couple tortillas. Have some Guava juice to wash it down. I see its time I go make coffee for the store and get it ready. I rush back and put on some clothes. Some shorts, a t shirt and some chonklas. (Chonklas are flip flops.) I head back into the shop and unlock the door. I get out the stock I need to put out. I know it being Saturday morning it will be slow for a while. So I will have some time. OK that is usually the case. But as I am putting up some stock I hear the bells chime on the door and I see Emilio walk in. I smile at him and he starts to walk over to me when a small family walks in. So I go to help them. I get busy as a beaver and am ringing people up for over an hour at least. I don't see Emilio when I look up so I figure he must have left. I'm kind of sad about that. But its OK. I am certain he will be back. When the customers dissipate I hear clunking.

"What the fuck?" I say in English and walk over and see my new friend is stocking the cans of things for me. Actually he has stocked all of it. He has all the labels faced out and it looks so good it could be an add or something. Every can is perfectly aligned.

"My goodness you did a great job my friend. A lot better than I would have done."
He looks up at me and grins.

He puts the last can up and adjusts it so its as perfect as the others.

"Lets get you a treat. Say a coke and some candy?"
He shakes his head no at me.

"No. Why not?"

"I just wanted to be nice to you. Like you were nice to me." He says very softly.

"And now I want to be nice again." I get down on my knee and pick up a case that's on the floor and put it on the cart. "You think I can have another one of your hugs? They are really nice." I say and smile at him.

He grins and wraps his arms around my shoulders. I take him in my arms and hug him to me. I love the way he feels against me. I love how he smells of the Rosa soap. I hold him until he lets go and he gives me a quick kiss on the lips and I am ready this time for it.

"I like you Emilio. Your a good boy aren't you?"

"I don't know. The nuns say that I got the devil in me." He says softly.

"Nuns sometimes are stupid. Being gay is how a person is born. You cant control it anymore than you can your eye color. Its how the Creator made you. So you just pay no mind to them."

He grins at me. I put the boxes in the cardboard smasher to recycle and he helps as I do. I see his new shoes are on him and they look rather nice. His clothes however have seen better days. They aren't bad just worn. Well we will see about that wont we. I have a little TV set up behind the counter to pass the time as I have a lot of down time where no one is in the store. So we head back there and I flip on the TV and a novella is replaying from last night. I cant help it I love the dam things and I start watching it. Every so often something will happen that's surprising and I hear him gasp. I'm sitting on a stool and he is sitting on my leg as we watch. When a customer comes in he slips off and I take care of them. I think he is as addicted to the novella as I am. So we continue this process and around noon time a lady with a food cart walks in and asks me if I want lunch.

"Yes make me two plates today. I got my little friend working with me."
She smiles and comes back a coupe minutes later with two very full plates of food. Her tortillas are just to die for. I always tell her this and he always puts a few extra on a plate for me. I grab two Jarritos and open them and hand one to Emilio. We eat and enjoy the wonderful food she prepared for us.

"Do the nuns know where you are?" I think to ask around 2.

"No but they don't care so long as we are back for nightly prayers and supper."
"I better call them. Let them know where you are. I dont want them to worry over nothing."
So I call and I let them know Emilio is here. They are fine with it. I ask if he can have supper with me and I will bring him back when we get done eating. The nun said to just send him back if he gets on my nerves or when we get done eating. I tell her I eat pretty late like after the shop closes at 9. Just to make certain that its really OK. She assures me that if I bring him home by 10 everything will be fine. Apparently that's their bedtime. I hang up with the nun and smile at him.

"Alright now we have permission and they know where you are. The nuns don't seem to mind you being here with me."

He smiles at me. I have a lull in business and go into the apartment and grab another stool for my friend since he is going to be here the rest of the day. Its not that I mind him sitting on my knee. Its just that after a few hours he is getting rather heavy. To be perfectly honest I like him sitting on my knee. I like feeling his little butt smashing against my knee. I like to look at his little butt on my knee the cheeks spread apart. I sigh as I'm thinking this.

I carry the stool back out and put it for him and he smiles at me.

You know the funny thing is that all day we have hardy talked. But it feels like I know him anyway. He isn't a very talkative boy it seems. Which is fine with me because I don't like a lot of just idle chatter to fill the spaces. I look and its nearly 3 now. I get out a couple of dust rags and some spray and I show him how to wipe off the shelves and we both get on it. It really doesn't need done yet. But there is a bit of dust and I really want to keep on top of it. So that it doesn't get bad. I help a few customers that come in while we are doing this. But Emilio he just keeps on working. I tell you Mexicans are workers that's for sure. As much as people in America bitched about Mexicans coming over the border I never heard that they were lazy. I have always kind of thought about them as brown rednecks in a way. Because they work their asses off. They drink like fish. And they have big families. So yeah pretty much every redneck I have known. Strangely neither of them are too fond of blacks. Me I don't care you treat me well. I'm going to treat you well. It takes a couple hours for us to complete this task. When I we get done I get us both a nice cold Coke. He tips it back and takes a nice drink. He belches and we both laugh at it.

"You like football?" I ask him after we had been sitting for a while waiting for the next person to come in.

"Its OK. I'm not any good at it though."
"Didn't ask if you were good. Asked if you like it."
"I like watching the world cup and Mexico play."
"What about baseball?"
"It is fun to watch. Never played it though."
I nod and it gets me to thinking. Around about 830 I call and get a pizza delivered from Dominoes. (I checked they have them. If you want one from there the address is Calz. Porfirio Diaz 401 I like to be accurate.) I tell them I want it delivered and they are good with that. It is set to arrive right before I close so perfect. I see Emilia and he looks pretty excited at hearing pizza. I guess that's a world wide thing or children to get excited about pizza. I haven't had any in probably six months. I like it just fine. Its just I don't really think about it because for a long time I watched every penny and to waste $20 on pizza was not something I wanted to do often. But today its special for my little friend.

So after while the pizza shows up and I give the guy a few extra pesos for bringing it to us. I lock the shop and we go into my apartment. He hasn't been in it yet and he is looking around.

"This is real nice."
I look and it looks rather sparse to me. Nothing really nice about it compared to American standards. But I suppose in Mexico it is nice. I have seen where he lives and I suppose it is nice.

"Thank you." I tell him and let him pick out a soda he wants. He gets a mandarin Jarrito. I think it sounds pretty good so I get one as well. We both eat and pretty soon there is only one piece left. He looks at me because I can see he wants it. Its probably a real treat for him. Because I don't see the sisters getting pizza for the children ever because it would be too cost prohibitive. I paid right at around 10 dollars for it with delivery charges. So they would have to order like 20 pizzas. Holy moly that would add up real fast. I decide after we eat to walk him home. Its only half a mile and I ate too much. Even if he did seem really happy to get that last slice. We walk outside and I lock the door. I don't think anyone would steal from me. Everyone knows what I'm doing. I made sure of that to hopefully stop theft and anything like that. But its better not to tempt an honest person. When we start walking down the street he takes my hand in his as we walk. I give it a little squeeze. I like him holding my hand. Or am I holding his. Either way I like the contact. It is sending little buzzes through my nerves and it feels very nice. When we get back before I walk him in I stop and get on one knee and hug him. He hugs me back hard. He does keep the hug longer than most I think. He holds good two minutes. I'm not going to deny him that. He probably craves hugs and I doubt that the children get them that often. I know the nuns try hard to make them feel loved. But there are so many children and not enough nuns to really be effective in the hug department I think. When he breaks the hug he whispers in my ear.

"I love you."
I don't say anything because I'm shocked and I just kiss his cheek.

"You are a good boy." I say and pat his tight little rump.

I'm rewarded with his smile.

"Um can I come back tomorrow?" he asks.

"I'm closed on Sunday. But you can come by after mass."

"Oh. Can I sit with you at mass?"
"I don't see why not."

I'm rewarded with another smile.

I pat him on the butt again.

"Now get in there before the nuns think I stole you."
"I wish you would." He says and is inside in a snap.

I walk home and think about my day. About my new friend. I'm thinking and telling myself not to go there. That the reason I'm here is completely altruistic. That I don't want to take advantage of this boy. Even though I have been told he is gay. He hasn't really confirmed it with words. But his actions certainly do speak volumes. I get back to my little shop and go to my apartment and take a shower to wash off the days grime. I think of my little friend and me patting his butt and well the beast has risen. So I beat him back to submission and cum rather hard. After that I'm really pretty sleepy and decide to call it a night. I usually read a bit but today I'm tired. I think ts from all the pizza. I find sleep easily and sleep through the night.

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Well, guys here is another story I have been working on. I have 3 parts completed already. I usually try to avoid doing serials anymore. However it seems as though this is going to turn into one. I have 3 complete sections and am currently working on the fourth. There is so much I want to cover so It will it seems turn into a serial. As much as I loved writing Transtions I wanted to stay away from writing the same story for a long period of time. But it cant be helped I suppose with this idea. I hope you enjoy it. Also it is my understanding from emails that Andrew and Tux will be writing Transitions. Im sure they will do a great job and I hope oyu continue to enjoy it and email them to tell them you did. No idea what the time frame is on their work. But it will happen sometime soon Im sure. So far so good on still being able to post to Nifty. Hopefully it will never end in the form as we know it. Or at the mimimum being able to keep the adult youth section.

Let me know what you think. If you like it let me know. If not email Tucker Carlson. Im sure he gets lots of hate mail.

Ericmurphey1971@gmail.com

Eric