Date: Wed, 17 Jan 2018 17:31:41 -0500 From: Flip Flop Foot Freak Subject: Run to a new life - Adult/Youth Run to a new life This is a work of fiction. FFFF Copyright 2018 Donate to Nifty. M/b, oral, anal, fetish Adult/Youth Characters: Brad -- 37, white, brown hair and eyes, 5'9'', 165# average build, 7'' Cut Jesus -- 34, Hispanic, short black hair and brown eyes, 5'9, 150# muscular build, 8" uncut Timothy (Timmy) - 13, white, long red hair, green eyes, 4'11'', 100#, skinny, 4" uncut Garrett -- 14, white, short cropped blond hair, 5'4'', 160# chub, 4" cut Part I Present day: High in the hills in Los Angeles, windows open, a breeze gently blowing thru our room, it is dark except for the low mood lighting which lit his beautiful face. Me on my back, rubbing his thighs and tight abdomen, he rode me slowly, green eyes staring into mine, each time bottoming out he would give a cat-like purr. With his lips on mine and my hands running thru his soft long red hair he whispered into my ear, "...yes daddy, I love you so much. Make love to me, yesssss. I want your hot love inside me." How many times have I put my load into this boy over the past 10-years? Hundreds? No, thousands of times, each time better than the last. We have loved, sometimes argued, fucked like savages, but this is our favorite thing, making slow love to each other until we both cum at the same time. "I love you too my little Timmy. You make me so happy...I am going to shoot into you soon." As the time neared, Timmy would ride faster and harder, his thin 5'9'' frame and long hair bouncing all over, he would moan louder and louder, one hand steadying himself on my chest, his other hand cradled my head, sweat pouring off of both of us. "Daddy! I'm cumminggg!!!" Without touching his rock hard 6" uncut cock, his back would arch, never loosing eye contact, he would spew his hot young load all over me, hitting my chest and chin. As soon as the first splat hit me, I pulled him tight to me, go as deep as I could and blast into him. "Timmy! Daddy's cumming inside you! YEAAA!!" He collapsed on top of me in a heap of sweat, breathing hard..."I love you daddy...I love you..." How did I get so lucky? San Francisco 10-years ago: I had to attend a conference in downtown San Francisco. Normally I would fly from Burbank airport to SFO but since I had plenty of time to get there I decided to drive up to the Bay Area. I arrived around 6PM and it was already getting a little dark so I parked my car in the parking garage and checked into the Hilton. After taking my bags upstairs I felt a little hungry so I decided to walk to a restaurant that the concierge suggested that was only few blocks away. As I walked out the big front sliding door of the hotel, took a left and started down the street. I have been to San Francisco many times and I am always shocked how cold it can get in the evening, even in July! Good thing I had my hoodie on! I walked about a block when I noticed this kid sitting against a building, wearing a coat that was about 5 sizes too large, tattered jeans, flipflops and a skimpy t-shirt underneath the jacket. As I looked over at him, he looked at me and gave me a desperate smile. "Jail-bait-rent boy" was my first thought but I was taken by his deep green eyes and matted long red hair. He looked dirty, cold and hungry. I felt terrible for him but I know that if he was available for a price that even talking to him could get me into big trouble so I walked on to the Italian joint. As I was there I met some other people who were at the same conference so we ate and had several bottles of wine as we sat there chatting about the business we were all there for. It was probably about 10:15 by the time I decided to go back to my room, iron my shirt and get some rest after such a long drive. Naturally because I decided to walk it started raining a little as I was heading back and then a cloud burst happened where tons of rain was soaking my jacket. As I ran for shelter, knowing that the rain probably would not last too long, I stopped under an awning only a couple of blocks from the hotel so I decided to wait it out for a little bit, hoping I could catch a break and run back to the hotel without getting more wet than I already was. After eating and drinking so much I engaged in a rare vice of lighting up a cigarette and stood there waiting for the weather to pass. As I stood there I heard a high-pitched voice, "You got another one of those, mister?" I turn and look over and to my surprise it was "rent boy" who was dressed the same but now looked like a drowned rat. He was shivering because all of his clothes were completely soaked with rain. "Can't help you with that one kid, sorry. What are you doing out here in this weather? Shouldn't you be at home now?" He gave me the saddest expression I have ever seen on a kid, totally defeated, tired, cold, hungry, and it was then I realized that he was probably homeless. "Don't worry about it. Thanks anyway." As he turned to walk away I felt so bad for him. "When was the last time you ate?" He turned and looked over his shoulder, "2 or 3 days, I'm not sure." Totally heartbreaking. "Look, I'm not sure what your story is, but I can't let you starve. Come here." He stepped towards me slowly and carefully and looked into my eyes and his green eyes burned their way into my soul. "I'll...umm...do stuff...you know...for money or food." That made my heart shudder. "Let's get that jacket off, it weighs as much as you do." I pulled my damp hoodie off and he pulled his ratty old jacket off and gave it to him. "Here put this on, it's better than that thing you have on. Most of these places around here are bars, can't take you in there, but, if you behave yourself, I can get you some room service. That sound good?" He gave me this smile of relief. "Thanks mister." I continued, "The trick is to get you into my hotel without raising too much suspicion." As I was racking my brain, I looked over at the hotel entrance, and just my luck, a bus pulled up and a bunch of college basketball players started filing out. "Put the hood over your head, we'll walk in and go directly to the elevator. You got that?" He gave a simple, "Ok." I grabbed his hand and we quickly walked down the street to the hotel elevator. With all the noise in the lobby I could have probably walked in pulling an elephant thru and no one would notice. I hit the up button, the door opened immediately and I pressed my floor and the door close button at the same time. More luck, the door closed and we were in the elevator alone. As we rode the elevator higher and higher I could feel his hand trembling. The door opened and we rushed to my room and closed the door. As I turned on the light I finally got a really good look at him. He was drop dead gorgeous! Even though he looked like he had some difficult times lately, and needed a good cleaning, he was really cute. "So, kid, what's your name?" He looked down to the carpet, "Timothy, or Timmy." I pulled his chin up with my hand, "Well, Timothy, or Timmy, nice to meet you. My name is Brad. You need to get cleaned up a bit. How about a hot shower?" He gave an exhausted nod. "Ok good. Go ahead, take your time, just drop your clothes on the floor and I'll see if I have some sweats or something you can wear. Take your time and get really warmed up." He nodded again and walked to the bathroom. He turned on the shower and started stripping and I found it odd that he didn't close the door. To my horror I saw red marks on his back and ass like he had been whipped recently. Because of his very pale skin, the red marks really stood out. He turned around and I saw him fully naked. He was totally hairless, except for a few wispy red hairs above his cock, had a few freckles here and there and had a small plump nut sack which had what I guessed was about 2.5" of uncut boy cock. I couldn't help but stare. He looked at me, smiled and stepped into the shower. I felt my cock grow! Shit. Ok, I have played with under age boys before a long time ago. In my early 20's I had a 15 year old boy who would come over from time to time, a few others here and there, and there is this boy named Garrett in my neighborhood who has been flirting with me like crazy lately. I never understood why these boys crossed my path, I have had to reject more than I have had. I don't know about this kid. Maybe out of desperation he has sex with men, but who knows if he is really gay? I quietly walked into the bathroom, gathered his old beat up, wet, and stinky clothes, threw them in a trash bag, went down the hallway and threw them away. As I got back to the room, the water shut off. I walked to my luggage and pulled out a pair of black worn sweat pants and a white t-shirt to give him and there he stood in full view again, drying off, bending over showing me his skinny white butt as he dried his feet. As he started drying his hair he had the towel completely over his head and I could see his shriveled cock and balls get a little plumper. "Here Timmy, put these on, you will probably have to tie the string tight but they should work for now." He smiled back at me and said thanks. "What do you want to eat?" He was still in the bathroom, "Anything, maybe a hamburger and fries?" I smiled, "You got it." I called room service, ordered his food and a few beers for me, laid down on the bed and turned on CNN. He walked out of the bathroom wearing the sweat pants only. He looked ridiculous wearing such baggy pants but it was kind of cute in an endearing way. He walked over to where I was laying, "Can I lay on the bed too?" "Of course you can. It is big enough for the both of us." He jumped into the bed and laid on his side, not facing me. I looked over at the red stripes on his back. "What happened buddy? Who hit you?" He mumbled "My dad. He kicked me out of the house a few days ago." "Hey, roll over. What happened?" As he rolled to face me I could see the tears streaming down his face. He wove the most heartbreaking tale I think that I had ever heard. His mom died when he was 7 and had to live with his alcoholic abusive dad who rarely worked and would just sit home, get drunk and smoke pot all day. Timmy had gotten permission to go to a friends house to spend the night which worked for his scum-bag dad. He would bring whores over to the house and fuck them, making all kinds of noise and would even do it on the couch while Timmy tried to watch TV. Timmy's friend was named Ryan and they were sort of boyfriends. They hung out together all the time and would sometimes do sexual things when they were alone. This night, they were in Ryan's room 69-ing when Ryan's mom caught them. Ryan's mother was so upset that he sent Timmy home immediately. When he got home, his father was waiting for him, drunk, high, and with a belt in his hand. Timmy's father started beating him, telling him that `no son of his was gonna be a faggot! Get the fuck outa my house you little cocksucker!' He spent the night on the street that night, nowhere else to go. He was able to sneak in while his father slept, grab some money he saved and some extra clothes and he took off and never looked back. He had been on the street for about 2-weeks, his money and extra clothes were stolen by other homeless people, and he had to make money to eat so he started jacking off and sucking men's cocks for cash. He was sobbing as the room service person knocked on the door. "It's ok, we'll talk more in a minute." I got the tray and signed the receipt and came back to the room. "Here ya go buddy. Eat up." His face lit up as he wiped the tears from his eyes. As he finished eating he started hugging me thanking me over and over. Then he reached down and put his hand on my cock! "Whoa Timmy. You don't have to do that, really. He looked deep into my eyes, "I know. But I want to thank you." "You did already kid, the words and hug was enough." His eyes and words started pleading with me. "Please. I want to. You've been so nice to me." My cock started betraying me by getting as hard as a rock. "Please Brad...let me..." Shit, what was I going to do?? All I could do is lay back as he fished my now leaking cock out of my pj's. This kid was young, but it was not his first cock he sucked for sure. He went to town on me like a cock-obsessed crazy boy! All I could see is a mop of red hair going up and down and he would occasionally look up at me, smile with his eyes and go back at it. I was already horny and he was doing a really good job so I didn't last as long as I usually do. "Jeezus Timmy! Yeah...you are doing so good...not gonna last much longer!" He stopped for a second, "Give me your cum daddy, please squirt it in my mouth!" Daddy?? Ohhh Fuck! This kid already has figured out the hot button word that makes me hotter than fuck! "Oh Shit...SHIT! Timmy, I CUMMING! Yeahhhh!!!" I blew the biggest load I have in months! 6 jets of cum blasted out of my cock, 4 of which he got in his mouth and 2 ended up on his face and lips with a string of cum drooling off of his nose. "Fuck Timmy! Oh shit...fuck...whew! Damn boy! That was amazing!" As he mopped up the mess of my cock and off his face he simply smiled and said "Thanks." "Where did you learn to do that??" "Ryan. He is 16 and has a dick almost as big as yours. We started messing around when I turned 11." "11? How old are you?" "13." "Fuck. And the `daddy' thing?" He got silent and reflective for a moment. "I don't know. It just came out. You don't like it do you?" "No NO! I LOVE it! It gets me so hot." He snuggled next to me..."Good." This kid gave me an amazing blow job so I sort of wanted to return the favor. "What about you? I would really like to return the favor." He turned red and started looking embarrassed. "Erm...um. I sorta came already. We shot at the same time." I looked down and sure enough, there was a big wet spot on the sweatpants. He looked up at me, "Sorry. I didn't mean to." I just started laughing. "That's ok kiddo. It is a complement. But now you have to sleep naked!" "Not a problem with me." As he stripped off the sweat pants and started giggling. Ok, it's very late, let's get some sleep. He rolled over, back to me again. I turned off the light and snuggled behind him, holding him in my arms and he sighed. I awoke the next morning about 8AM with the smell of coffee wafting in my nose. Coffee? Who is making coffee? Then it hit me...Timmy. Oh god, what did I do last night? I had a couple of cocktails but certainly was not drunk. My eyes crept open so see a boy sitting in a chair in the hotel room, nursing a cup of coffee, covered only in a bed sheet. "Good morning daddy. Sleep well?" As the haze cleared out of my head I was finally able to think and speak straight. "Yeah more or less. How about you?" "I have not slept that good in I don't remember." He smiled. "Coffee?" "Please, cream and sugar?" He got up and the bedsheet fell away and I could see his skinny white butt walk over, pour the coffee, throw some sugar packets and creamer in the cup. I rolled over to get out of bed but he stopped me. "No, stay there, I'll bring it to you. Kind of breakfast in bed." He smiled. I thanked him and he sat on the bed with me. My mind raced. "Well, what are we going to do with you? Going back to your dad is pretty much out of the question. I don't want to call CPS and I really don't want you back on the street." He looked sad. "I don't know either. I mean in a perfect world I could just stay with you." He leaned in and hugged me. "I know Timmy, I'm going to have to think about how to make you safe and stay out of prison at the same time. I mean, what we did last night could land me in jail and you in foster care." "I wouldn't tell anyone. I feel safe with you." "You are so adorable. But I have to get ready to go to my conference. I need to shower, iron my shirt and that shit. Don't worry, the conference is in this hotel and I'll check on you. I need to get you some clothes too. Write down your sizes and I will get something for you to at least wear and we can shop later." He reluctantly crawled off of me but gave me a smile and kissed me on the lips. "Thank you." I got up and went into the shower to clean up and by the time I got out, my shirt and pants were laid out and my shirt had been ironed! "Wow, you are a little homemaker aren't you? Thanks for the iron job." As I dressed he sat on the bed still naked. "What time are you done daddy...I mean is it ok I call you daddy?" I looked over to him, "As long as we are in private, at least for now. If you are hungry, just order room service, but make sure you dress before you open the door. Don't want to give the wait staff a free show." He fake pouted "Aww daddy, why not??" He started snickering. "Cuz you are mine little boy." I winked. "I should be done by 3 or 4, but I'll grab something for you to wear before I come back." "Ok daddy, see you later." And he gave me a quick kiss, "Ok Timmy. See you later. Conference? What conference? I can't concentrate on anything! I have a cute boy in my room and I don't know what to do! Would he even be there when I check on him around noon? I resigned the fact that things would fall where they land. I went back to the room around 11:50, opened the door and he was lying on the bed just wearing one of my big t-shirts with the crack of his little butt poking out underneath and his soft cock and balls nested underneath. "Hey daddy." The room as spotless, my clothes had been hung up and all of shirts had been ironed! "Well been busy I see." "Earning my keep, plus I am really bored." I nodded my head "I know. Kind of sucks being stuck in a hotel room." He rolled on to his side, legs spread, he rubbed his inner thigh, "yeah, and not sucking in the good way," licking his lips and giving me a horny grin. His cock was hard in seconds. "I am soooo horny daddy..." Now I was hard. "Timmy, I remember being 13, I would have to jack off 3 or 4 times a day just to keep it down." I laughed. "Yeah, bet you got laid a lot back then." He slowly jacked his dick. "I did alright. Bet you are a little heart-breaker too." "I don't know. I mean I have only had real sex like 3 times. I mean, like, REAL sex, in my butt I mean." As he rubbed his tight pick pucker. I walked over to him, rubbed my finger on his hole "...you mean here? In your tight little butt-hole?" I teased him. As I ran my finger on his hole in circular motions, by thumb would gently stroke his balls. "Yesss daddy, right there!" "Was that with Ryan?" "Mmmhmmm...." "Did you ever let him cum in you?" "No daddy. I am saving that." "For?" Maybe...I don't know! Oh god! Daddy!!" He little prick twitched and shot out 3 good watery shots of boy cum on his tummy. As he moaned and heaved, I could not resist. I went down and quickly licked his offering off of him. "Mmm...sweet. I guess we are even, you tasted mine and I tasted yours." He looked at me with dreamy eyes, "I hope we do it more." He grabbed my hard cock in my slacks "Now it's your turn daddy..." "I would love it, but I can't. I am already going to be late to my next meeting. I'll make it up to you tonight. I promise." He looked a little wounded but seemed to understand. "Ok." "We'll go clothes shopping this evening, a nice dinner, then we'll see what happens." I winked at him. He flashed me a huge smile. "I forgot to ask...you put your clothes sizes but not your shoe size." "Oh yeah. I really don't like shoes. I hardly ever wear them unless I have to. Just some flip-flops is good for me." "We'll start there. Color? You want pink ones?" I giggled. "Ewww...No! That is even too faggy for me. I'll be happy with whatever you give me daddy." How about green to offset your sexy eyes and red hair?" He actually blushed. "You think my eyes are sexy?" "The total package is, but I have to go." Thank god for Old Navy! I grabbed some jeans, a few t-shirts, a hoodie and the green flipflops. In my haste I forgot to grab underwear for him, but as we were going shopping later and I didn't know what kind he really liked. I got back to the room and found him in the shower. Wow, a kid who is punctual, that is a rarity. "Timmy, I'm here. I'll put the clothes in the bathroom with you. Just change into them when you are done." "Ok daddy, be done in a few minutes." About 5-minutes later he presented himself. His jeans were a little baggy and long, his red t-shirt and black hoodie, he had the bottom of his pants rolled up a little and his little feet wore the flipflops I got him. "Do I look ok daddy?" "You are gorgeous! So cute. The clothes suit you. Sorry about the underwear, didn't know what kind you liked." He looked at me started crying. "Come here Timmy, what's wrong?" "I am so happy daddy," he said between sobs. "I haven't had new clothes in years. Thank you thank you thank you..." "Aww poor thing. You are very welcome. Now, let's grab some food and get some real shopping done." His crying went to complete joy. He was giddy with excitement! "Yeah daddy! Let's shop!" And shopping we did! We went to several places and got him everything he needed, I even got him to get some shoes, against his mild protest, some real Van's shoes. He said that he had never had a real pair of them before. Several shirts, pants, boxer-briefs, socks, pretty much starting from scratch. He insisted on modeling everything for me in the stores. One of the sales girls even commented `What a cute son you have.' I just smiled and said thank you and Timmy blushed, looked at me and gave me a big smile. "He is a great dad!" Even though I had said the `daddy' think should remain between us, it sort of made sense at the time and it made me happy. We got back to the hotel about 9PM, with bags and boxes for days! He was so excited to look over everything that he got and was very thankful for all. He jumped into my arms and hugged me tightly "Thank you daddy. For everything!" He leaned in and kissed me, but not just a peck, full on tongue and I could feel his hard little cock poking me in the stomach. "I love you daddy. I want you...I want you to love me. I want you inside me...please daddy, love me, I want you in me." "Timmy, we don't have to. I am doing this because I care about you. You don't have to have sex with me to thank me. We don't even know what to do yet when this week is over and I have to go back to LA" "I know. We'll figure that part out later, but now, make love to me." I got out of my arms and stood before me. He slowly kicked off his flipflops and began to rub his bulge. "What do you want me to do daddy?" I kicked my shoes off, and sat on the bed, "Come here." He approached me and I pulled him into me and kissed him deeply and started running my hands under his t-shirt, tweaking his tiny but very hard nipples. Every ministration to him and he would illicit either a high pitched moan or squeak, like a little mouse. So cute! I nibbled on his neck and earlobes and he would violently shake, moan, and hiss with a passion I have never seen in a boy of his age. At this rate I knew that he would probably cum soon and often. I gently pushed him away. "Strip. Lay on the bed for me." I had never see a kid get out of clothes so fast! He jumped on the bed and laid down on his back, chest heaving, cock hard as a stone and pointing straight up. "Shall I get naked too Timmy?" Smiling he said "Yes, please daddy." I slowly pulled my dress shirt and t-shirt off as he laid mesmerized. I unbuckled my pants and in one motion pulled my pants and underwear off. Then I kicked my socks off. I stood naked before him, my cock ½ hard, running my hands thru my chest hair, "What do you think Timmy? Do I meet your approval as a daddy?" "Oh fuck...sorry daddy, dang! You are so hot!" "Limit the bad language to the bedroom son, but you are not so bad yourself." I chuckled. "Now little boy, you wanted a man, you got it." I laid beside him and starting at his ears and neck, kissing and licking him, moving my way down to his nipples, sucking each one while rubbing his firm stomach. He reached down and started playing with his cock and I gently slapped his hands away, "No. Put your hands above your head, anywhere but no touchie your dickie." He groaned "Yes daddy...sorry." I moved down lower and lower to his cute little belly button and felt the slime of his precum hit my cheek. I looked up at him, smiled and went past his cock and balls and started down his smooth skinny legs as he groaned again, "fuck daddy...oh fuck..." I started rubbing his delicate feet. I took one foot in my hand, his eyes went wide, I don't think he knew what to expect next! "Daddy....what are you...daddy, why...what...are you gonna suck my..." Then I started sucking his big toe...and he convulsed! "Ohhhhh....FUCK! Daddy!! Ohmygod!" As I tongue bathed his feet he would squirm, shake, squeak, and moan. "I guess you like that huh Timmy?" "Oh god daddy! Ryan and I used to play footsie but that is so much hotter! You almost made me cum doing that." "Try to hold off cumming as much as you can." "I'll try daddy, but you are not making it easy. If I wouldn't have jacked off in the shower twice before we left I would have cum like 3 times already!" "Glad to hear I am doing a good job. Now, roll over." He complied immediately As I lay on top of him I placed my now hard and leaking cock in his little butt crack, getting it all slimy. I pulled his mop of red hair away and kissed his neck and ear again. He really lit up then, guess I found one of many erogenous zones! As I moved down his back, flicking his spine with my tongue down to that little ass of his. I kneeded his little butt cheeks, spread them a little and found his hot pink little pucker. He wanted in anticipation as I made my next move. I gave it a little lick and it took is breath away. "DADDY! Are you...licking my, my, butt??" "Yes Timmy." Was the simple answer I gave him then I dove in rimming him like mad as he howled "DADDY! YESSSS! OHMYGOD YES!! God that feels soooo awesome! Daddy, I am gonna cum if you keep doing that! Daddy! I'm gonna cum!" I stopped just in time. He rolled over on to his back, huffing and puffing like crazy. "I have never felt anything like that before." I leaned down and kissed him deeply "Glad you are enjoying it." "Im not enjoying it, Im LOVING it. Can I ask something now?" "You know you can..." He rolled me onto my back and sat on my lap. He gently bent down and kissed me..."Will you do it to me now?" "Do what Timmy?" "Put it in me daddy..." "Put it in you?" I teased. "Fuck me....fuck me daddy. Make love to me daddy....fuck me..." "Are you sure Timmy? That is quite a step, you sure you can handle it?" "I'll try. I want to try I mean." "Ok, if you need to stop just say so, ok?" "Yes daddy." "Condoms and lube in the drawer." "No, don't want a condom. I want to feel you all the way." He pulled out the lube gave my cock and generous coating as well as his pink pucker. He then grabbed it and lined it up with his ass. After a couple of false starts he got the tip in a little bit. Then to my surprise, he made eye contact with me and slowly slid down, swallowing down my cock inch by inch almost bottoming out. Sliding up about ½ way, then back down again. As he hit bottom, his eyes rolled in the back of his head, threw his head back and his voice cracked, making this guttural moan, "uuuUUUUHHHHHHHHnnnhhh!!" His body twitched and he shot a HUGE load, 6 or 7 rapid fire splats, like 2 shots per second, reaching all the way to my face and continued to twitch. He lowered his head, his hair covering his face, looking like he was going to pass out. Then a simple whisper..."...fuck..." He slowly opened his eyes and looked into mine. "You are the one." I looked at him confused...."What do you mean `you are the one'?" "You are the one daddy. You are the one!" and he slowly and deliberately started rocking back and forth on my cock. "I'm still confused...what do you mean??" He kept chanting over and over..."My dream came true, I found him! Yessss! Fuck me daddy FUCK ME HARDER!!! Goddammit! FUCK ME HARD! Fuck my ass hard!" Delirious? Maybe, I don't know, all I did know is that I have a 13-year-old boy was impaling himself of my cock! "You want it hard boy? I'll give it to you HARD!" I pushed him off of me, threw him on his back, legs in the air and lined my cock up. "You want it hard huh?" "Yes daddy! FUCK ME!" With one swift stroke I drove into him and he made the same guttural moan as before as I plowed into him. "Yes...you are the one daddy! You are the one!" I didn't know what it meant but he was totally into it. "I am gonna cum soon Timmy! Where do..." "IN ME DADDY! Fill me with your love! CUM IN MEEEEE!!!" Just as he said that his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he shot another load and with a final push, I unloaded into him. I slowly pulled out of him and my cum started leaking out of his ass on to the sheets. He lay there, sweating, panting, eyes closed. "Oh god...thank you for making love to me daddy." I kissed him on his sweaty forehead. We were both satisfied, but I was still confused. "What do you mean I'm the one?" He blushed. "I have had this dream over and over since I was about 10. It is kind of weird, the person never has a face, but he is older for sure. We are having sex, but the weird part is that when he puts his cock in me I have the most intense cum of my life, almost passing out but I don't touch myself. I mean I have jacked off a lot with that dream in my head and I do cum hard but when you put it all the way in me, I came so hard, I didn't touch my dick, and I almost passed out. Since that was my dream, and that's what happened...well, you are the one, at least in my dream, and it actually happened. I can't believe it." He snuggled up against me. "I know it was a dream, but I hope that it is for real too." I was sort of taken aback by this revelation. Don't get me wrong, I have had several boys and played with them, even fucked a few of them, but Timmy was different somehow. Cleaned up he was extremely attractive, that was a given, he didn't have a mother, and certainly didn't have a positive male role model. He was living on the street and was probably going to get into drugs, hustling, and lord knows what and probably be dead by 18. But the obvious problem is that he is 13 and I can't just take him home like a stray puppy. What is his father starts looking for him? What if the cops found out I was ass-fucking a minor, even though the minor was willing? One thing is for certain, I can't just leave him at the police station like leaving a dog at the pound. Then something hit me...Jesus. No, not the deity, Jesus my friend for many years, a lawyer and a man who occasionally dips into the younger pool of boys for fun. We always agreed that we would never discuss our "impulses" over the phone or the Internet but I needed some help fast. I decided to give him a call and see if we could talk somehow before I left San Francisco.