Date: Fri, 23 Jul 2021 09:12:22 +0000 From: Wes Leigh Subject: The Gift of Stolen Time, Chapter 3 (Gay Adult/Youth) THE GIFT OF STOLEN TIME By Wes Leigh This is a work of fiction intended solely for the entertainment of my readers. Any resemblance to real people or places is purely coincidental. This story is the property of the author and is protected by copyright laws. The author retains all rights. No reproductions are allowed without the author's consent. If you enjoy this story, please support the Nifty archives today with a thoughtful donation. Chapter Three San Angelo, Texas, Summer 2019 Lucas glanced at his face in the rear-view mirror as he drove. His eyes were just as bright as ever, sparkling green. His hair seemed lighter on top and the sides were no longer gray, but rather shimmering blonde. Even his beard wasn't gray anymore. He hadn't shaved for a couple of days now, and the stubble was dark brown. He turned his head from side to side. If he didn't know better, he'd guess his age to be somewhere in the early 40's. He'd never felt better ... well, never felt healthier any way. Johan had warned him about this. Using the time stealer had taken years off his age. He absent-mindedly caressed the silver wristband, thinking about stolen time and stolen youth. There had been an abundance of youth to enjoy in Galveston, a popular spot for the college crowds to spend Spring Break. But the heat of Texas in the summer was getting to him, so he was headed for Colorado. He passed a sign informing him that San Angelo was 18 miles ahead, Midland 142. He didn't want to drive another 2 hours, so he began looking for a place to stop. After a few minutes driving, up ahead on the right he saw a motel. It was a dusty heap. A relic of years gone by, with a giant broken neon cactus out front proclaiming it to be The Desert Aire Motel. Catchy name. Underneath, a newer sign proclaimed, `Free WIFI. Free Breakfast.' Well, that certainly made it worth stopping for a night or two! Lucas slowed down and pulled into the parking lot. The location of the office was obvious for two reasons. First, there was a partially-lit sign proclaiming `FFICE' with the `O' refusing to light up. Second, there was a teenager sitting on a chair outside the door, waving at Lucas, motioning him to pull up beneath the canopy designed to protect customers from the sun and rain. In the case of San Angelo, mostly sun. It looked like it hadn't rained here in months. Lucas stopped the car and turned it off. The teen walked up to his door and opened it with a flourish. "Welcome to the Desert Aire. My name is Miguel Dominguez. May I take your luggage?" Lucas had to laugh. The young man was trying so hard to impress. And it was working, though not in the way he intended. Lucas was sure Miguel simply wanted to demonstrate excellent customer service, showing that the Desert Aire was just as modern and professional as the Best Western in San Angelo. But that wasn't what impressed Lucas. Lucas stared at the Miguel's flushed face, bright red cheeks on dark brown skin. Deep brown eyes the color of chocolate. Black hair, as dark as night. A button nose and ruby red lips. The moist sheen of perspiration on his forehead. The kid looked delicious. Lucas' hand twitched toward the time stealer, but he held back. For some reason he couldn't explain, he wanted more than stolen moments in time. "Sir?" Lucas shook his head to clear it. "Yes?" "Do you have any luggage I can take?" "Oh! Yes, there in the back seat. Two suitcases." Miguel smiled. "Very good, sir. I'll bring them in and meet you at the registration desk." Lucas climbed out of the car, grinning. The kid certainly was earning a nice tip. Walking into the office, he immediately understood why Miguel had been outside, sitting in a chair. At least outside, an occasional breeze might blow by and cool you off. Inside, the office was stifling, stuffy, and hot. Apparently the air conditioning was out. He walked up to the desk and waited for someone to come out of the back room to wait on him. Miguel wrestled Lucas' suitcases inside the door and left them there. Then he trotted around the registration counter. "I apologize for how hot it is in here. My parents don't want me to turn on the air conditioning until noon. To save money." He blushed, embarrassed. Lucas shrugged. "No worries." "Do you have a registration with us?" Miguel asked. Lucas wondered how many people answered that question in the affirmative. Not very many, he imagined. "No. Do I need one?" The young man smiled. "No, sir. We have plenty of vacancies. How many nights will you be staying?" Lucas wasn't sure how to answer that question. He had originally planned on a one-night stay. A short break from all the driving. A chance to relax and recuperate. But now ... "One week," he replied. Miguel tried to remain professional, but he was delighted. "Great! I mean, yes sir. We have a special rate for multiple nights. You will receive a 20 percent discount on your final bill." Miguel turned to the computer on the desk and began tapping on the keyboard, asking Lucas his name, address (Lucas didn't have one, but Miguel didn't miss a beat, typing `None' in that field), phone number, type of vehicle, license plate, and room preference (smoking or non-smoking, to which Lucas replied non-smoking). "And how will you be paying, sir?" "Cash. In advance." Lucas counted out $500 and left it on the counter. The youth's eyes opened in surprise, but he took the money and said, "Just a moment, sir, while I print your receipt and get your change." "Don't bother with the change," Lucas said. "Keep it. For the excellent service." A huge smile lit up Miguel's face. "Thank you, sir!" He took the money, printed a receipt, then turned around and took a key off the wall. It was on a small key chain with a plastic fob shaped like a cactus, naturally. "You'll be in room 102. Right this way, sir." *** Miguel was 14. He was lonely, having very little opportunity to hang out with friends because his father Raul and mother Rosa insisted that he help at the motel. While school was in session, Miguel worked the morning shift on the weekends and the evening shift on weekdays, which wasn't much of a demand on his time, so he was able to do his homework in between customers. But now it was summer. School was out, so Miguel was expected to work the day shift, seven days a week, and help out with anything else his parents asked him to do. And they always found something for him to do, believing that he would get in far less trouble if they kept him busy, which wasn't that easy to do since the hotel wasn't exactly overflowing with clientele. In fact, Lucas Roberts was one of only three customers at the time. The other two were long-term tenants. One was a repair tech temporarily stationed in San Angelo for a few more weeks while he finished installing some gadget at the cable company. The other was a down-on-her-luck middle-aged woman who had been kicked out of her place in town because of her less-than-legal occupation as a female nighttime entrepreneur. The Desert Aire didn't mind housing either one of them, apparently. Now with Lucas staying there, business was finally looking up. Rosa Dominguez actually found herself having to prepare the continental breakfast promised to guests. Or, to be more accurate, Rosa ordered Miguel to get up half an hour early and put out some stale pastries, a few boxes of cereal, and a loaf of bread. Lucas could see why the repair tech ate breakfast in town and why the lady-of-the-evening slept in. But Lucas made it a point to walk to the office every morning to enjoy his morning coffee and pastry while chatting with Miguel. Lucas found Miguel to be intriguing. He was intelligent, an A-student in every class except history, which bored him most of the time. He wasn't great in sports, never really having a chance to play on a team, but he loved dodge ball and volleyball. He was a voracious reader, devouring two or three books every week, in subjects ranging from science fiction to mysteries, world geography to ancient history, war stories to romance novels. Lucas had to tease Miguel about that one. Miguel blushed and explained that romance novels sometimes had sex scenes in them. They both laughed, then Lucas asked if Miguel was reading anything good at the moment. Miguel blushed even more and admitted he was. He left the dining area and disappeared in back, returning in a moment with a paperback. He showed Lucas where a dozen or so pages had one corner folded back, then he offered it to Lucas with a sexy wink. Lucas decided Miguel was incredibly cute when he blushed. The most amazing part of it all was that Lucas hadn't used the time stealer once. He'd been sorely tempted, but he'd kept his fingers off it. *** Lucas was sitting underneath the air conditioner--the only place in his room that was remotely cool--playing a game on his laptop. At least the WIFI connection worked well. There was knock on the door. His character in the game was buying new gear in town, so he could leave her there while he answered the door and not worry that she'd be attacked by some wandering monster while he was away from the keyboard. He slid the laptop onto the table and stood up, looking around for underwear or shorts or something to slip on over his naked body. He found a pair of jeans that looked mostly clean and pulled them on. Opening the door a crack, he saw Miguel. "Hey there, Miguel. How's it going?" Lucas opened the door and motioned for Miguel to come inside. Miguel came in carrying a bucket filled with cleansers and cloths. He set the bucket on the ground and wiped sweat from his forehead. "Going good, Mr. Roberts, but it's damned hot out there." Nodding, Lucas replied, "Must be ... what? 98? 100?" "102. Last I checked." "Wow! And to think I left Galveston for this." Miguel laughed. "It's supposed to cool off next week. Maybe even rain. I'll believe it when I see it." "So, what's up Miguel? What are you doing today?" Miguel sighed and pointed at the bucket. "I'm on cleaning detail. Mom's sick, so she asked me to take care of it." Lucas looked around. The room was untidy but not all that dirty. "My room doesn't need anything really. No point in making the bed. I'll just mess it up tonight. I guess I could use some fresh towels." Miguel saluted with a wide grin lighting up his face. "Coming right up, sir!" They both laughed. Miguel walked into the bathroom and picked up the used towels. He sniffed the air, noticing an acrid odor that his own towels sometimes had, and he smiled knowingly. Carrying the towels back into the room, he saw Lucas holding the romance novel. "I think I better give this back to you," Lucas said with an embarrassed grin. "You didn't like it?" "Oh, it was good. Too good. I think I'm getting blisters." Miguel laughed, but took the book from Lucas. "If you change your mind, you can borrow it again. Just ... give me a couple of days first." Miguel winked as he tucked the paperback under his arm, then headed for the door. "I'll be back with more towels, Mr. Roberts. I'll bring you extras," he said, smirking. Lucas opened the door for Miguel and swatted the cheeky boy on the ass. Then he tucked a $10 bill in Miguel's pant pocket. "Buy us both a soda, would ya'? And stop calling me Mr. Roberts. You can call me Lucas, okay?" "Sure thing, Lucas. Be right back." Five minutes later, Miguel returned with a tall stack of clean towels and two icy cold root beers. Lucas opened the door and ushered him in. Now dressed in a tee shirt, Lucas accepted the root beer with a grateful smile, took a long swig, and sighed. "Damn. That's good!" Lucas carried the towels into the bathroom. "You didn't have to get dressed. I don't mind," he called from behind the door. "I know, but I didn't want to scare you with my sexy dad bod." Miguel came back into the room, smiling. "Doesn't scare me. I got the real deal right here." Miguel lifted his shirt, showing off his tight stomach with the beginning of a six-pack. "Fifty sit-up's every morning. That's what I'm talkin' about!" Lucas grinned. "Nice! I'll pay you to do fifty more for me." He patted his stomach, which wasn't flabby, but certainly nothing like what Miguel had either. "Heck, no!" Miguel replied with a grunt. "You gotta do your own sit-up's." "Forget it, then. I like my root beer belly." Lucas peeled off the tee shirt and tossed it on the bed before sitting back down in front of the air conditioner and pulling his laptop over. Miguel sat down on the bed where he could look over Lucas' shoulder at the game. But he wasn't watching the game. He was looking at Lucas' broad back, rippling with muscles, and his wide shoulders, round biceps, thick forearms. The guy might not be in the greatest shape anymore, but Miguel still thought he was sexy. He watched Lucas' fingers dancing across the keyboard and imagined those fingers dancing across his own stomach. What would THAT be like? Miguel felt his cock stiffening and casually adjusted himself, hoping Lucas didn't notice. Lucas smiled. He could see Miguel's reflection in the laptop screen. He saw the boy fidgeting and moving things around in his pants. If only it was Lucas' own hand reaching down and touching Miguel there, pulling out the fabric to allow the teen's cock to grow, stroking, caressing. Lucas closed the game and put the laptop on the table. Turning to Miguel, he said, "You can play on it if you want. I need to take a shower." Miguel seemed surprised. "Oh. Okay. Sure." Lucas walked into the bathroom, closed the door and touched the silver wristband. He caressed the two stones and placed his fingers on top of the gems, but he never pressed down. He dropped his arms to his side, opened the bathroom door, and said, "I changed my mind. I'm hungry. You want a hamburger?" *** They ate in Lucas' room. Miguel couldn't leave the motel because he was `on duty', so Lucas drove into San Angelo and grabbed burgers, fries and milkshakes from a cafe he really liked. Then the two sat down in Lucas' room, which was far cooler than the motel office/dining room, and ate as they talked and laughed and joked around. Lucas enjoyed Miguel's company, and Miguel found himself connecting easily with the older man. "So ... that game you were playing on your laptop. Was that GoX?" Miguel asked. "GoX?" "Yeah ... Gladiators of Xanadu." "Oh, yeah, it was. Just never heard it called GoX." "All the kids are playing it," Miguel said, sighing. "Except me. I have a starter account I created on the motel computer, but my parents won't pay the full price for a monthly subscription. They also don't want me playing it. They think it's a waste of time. So ... I'm only up to level 3. I wish I could play more. It's a great game." Lucas flipped his laptop open and powered it up. He pushed the laptop toward Miguel and said, "Knock yourself out, kid." "Really?" "Yeah. Anytime you want. I like the game okay, but I don't play it all that often." "What level are you?" "Twenty eight." "What! You frickin' kiddin' me? That's like ... almost champion level." Lucas chuckled. "Yeah. Maybe I lied. I guess I do play it every now and then." "Dude! Show me your character." Lucas opened the game and typed in his account id and password. When the game finished loading, a beautiful high elf in shimmering silver chain-link armor appeared on the screen. She held a ghostly bow in one hand and an emerald dagger in the other. And her breasts were almost falling out thanks to the push-up chain-link bra she wore. "You have a spectral bow!?" Miguel shouted. "And an elven dagger too! Holy shit, man!!" Lucas shrugged. "I got lucky. They were both in a gold dragon hoard." Miguel closed his mouth and turned back to the screen. "She's a Ranger, isn't she?" Lucas nodded. "With some healer skills too." Miguel shook his head slowly. "Damn ... she's fine! I'd bone her." "Hey," Lucas laughed, "don't be lusting after my ranger. She's all mine." Miguel glanced at Lucas, slyly. "I bet you strip off her clothes and beat off." "Now do I look like a sick pervert to you? Don't answer that!" Lucas added quickly. Miguel chuckled. "You wanna see my character?" "Sure." Miguel pulled the laptop in front of him and began tapping the keys, entering his own id and password. A brawny, muscle-bound warrior in a loincloth popped up on the screen. "I'm just starting out, so all I got is a battle axe." Lucas leaned in and stared at the screen. "Nice 12-pack. Love the loincloth. He's a stud." "Yep," Miguel agreed. "Just like me!" They both laughed. Lucas wriggled the mouse and clicked the market icon on the top of the screen. The eager merchants of Xanadu offered him a bountiful selection of options. He opened up subscriptions, asked for six-months full-play, and agreed to the use of his pre-saved credit card number. "What are you doing?" Miguel asked. "No more starter account for you, my friend. Enjoy." Miguel looked at the laptop, then looked back at Lucas, eyes wide in surprise. Then he jumped up and threw his arms around Lucas' neck, hugging him joyfully. "Thanks, Lucas. Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" And he did a mini-celebration dance in the middle of the room, turned back to Lucas, and hugged him again. *** "Looking good," Lucas said, rubbing a towel on his wet hair to dry off. "Yeah," Miguel agreed, looking up from the laptop. "I finally made it to level twelve. Found a new weapon. A two-handed mace." "Looks wicked. I see you're still wearing that loincloth." "I know. Haven't found any good armor, but his dexterity is high enough he can dodge most attacks." Lucas threw the towel in the corner and released the towel around his waist. He picked up underwear he had left on the bed and pulled them on. Then he dressed in athletic shorts. He was comfortable getting naked in front of Miguel now, and Miguel never seemed to mind. In fact, the boy watched him with a grin every now and then. They were two buddies, just hanging out, talking trash, playing video games. The usual. Except one buddy was 14 and the other 40'ish. "Too bad we can't send your ranger and my barbarian on quests together. I know I'd level faster." "True that. I guess we could take my laptop in the motel office and you could play on the computer there." Miguel frowned. "Mom and Dad would freak out on me. The only reason I get to play on your laptop is I'm off duty right now. They'd explode if I played while I'm supposed to be waiting on customers." Lucas nodded, understanding the dilemma. "Well ... then I guess there's only one solution." Lucas reached down between the bed and the wall and pulled out a slender case. Unzipping it, he pulled out a second laptop. He'd picked it up in San Angelo at a really good price--courtesy of the time stealer on his wrist. "Do you think the motel WIFI can handle the two of us running GoX at the same time?" "Amigo, what did you do?" "Bought another laptop. I hardly ever get to play, with you hogging mine, so I bought myself a new one. And now, I guess I'll find a poor kid who doesn't have a laptop and give him my old one." Miguel raised his eyebrows, then smiled and pointed a thumb at his own chest. "You got a poor kid right here." Lucas grimaced. "I don't know. You don't look desperate enough to me." Miguel pouted, then lifted his shirt and sucked in his stomach. "Look at this. Haven't had a good meal in 2 years. No, 3 years. I'm starvin' to death. My parents beat me and make me work in a copper mine. I don't have a girlfriend `cause I'm ugly." Lucas chuckled. "I believe the ugly part." Miguel pushed Lucas on to the bed and started tickling the older man's sides. "Give it to me! I need that laptop! If you don't, I'll torture you `til you puke." "Okay! Okay! Take it, and may your barbarian lose his loincloth in battle and expose his lily white ass to a horde of goblins!" "Hah!" Miguel exclaimed. "You wish!" He had stopped tickling Lucas, but he was still kneeling with his knees on each side of Lucas' body. He smiled down at Lucas and said, "Thanks, amigo. You're the best!" Lucas smiled back. "You're welcome, kid. Now can we kill some dragons?" Miguel jumped up and offered a hand to pull Lucas up. *** "I'm gonna die! I'm gonna die!" Miguel screeched. "No, you're not! Back up. Back up. Stay in my line-of-sight." Lucas was frantically clicking his mouse as he maneuvered his ranger closer to Miguel's barbarian. "Incoming heals ... hold on!" The female elf on his screen stowed her bow and began waving her hands before her face. A shower of blue-green water cascaded out of the sky, falling on the bleeding barbarian just ahead, quickly healing his wounds. "YES!" Miguel screamed. "Now you're gonna pay, fuckers!" He pressed down on keys and sent his barbarian rushing forward with a berserk battle cry. The muscled warrior crashed through the huddled sorcerers, knocking the lot of them in a dozen directions at once. Then he swung his double-bladed ax around his body and hurled it at the high wizard standing at the top of a dais. The ax chopped the wizard's head off, with the requisite blood splattering everywhere. "Damn," Miguel muttered, "I think I chopped his fucking head off." "Damn," Lucas agreed, "I think you chopped his fucking head off!" They laughed and high-fived each other. Miguel checked a status screen. "Look at this! That fight gave me a ton of experience. One more bar until I level up." Lucas punched Miguel in the shoulder gently. "Nice, amigo! Let's get our loot and head back to town. I need to purchase some more healing potions." Lucas sent his elf forward to open the chest at the top of the dais. The game automatically caused his character to bend over at the waist, displaying her curvaceous ass inside the chain-mail skirt. Miguel maneuvered his barbarian behind Lucas' elf and began moving his character backward and forward quickly. Miguel giggled. "I'm fucking your ass, elf." And it did indeed look like the hulking barbarian was humping the petite elf from behind. To make it even more realistic, Miguel touched a macro key, causing the barbarian's loincloth to disappear, leaving him dressed in nothing but the skimpiest of tiger skin underwear. Lucas shook his head at the goofy teenager. Then he clicked a few keys on his own laptop, removing his elf's chainmail and helm. Now her pale blue skin was scantily covered by lavender bikini underwear. Her generous endowments in the rear and chest areas were barely contained by the under garments. Lucas smiled and typed in the chat box. Miguel snorted when he read that. Then he typed his own message in the chat box: . And he made his barbarian start humping the mostly naked elf again. Lucas typed. Miguel giggled and typed away. Lucas laughed. "That's not how you spell whore, bro. It's W H O R E." "Whatever, bro. You know what I mean." Lucas bit his lip and typed in chat. Miguel leaned forward and read it twice, then fell out of his chair laughing, bumping the keyboard as he fell, which sent his nearly naked barbarian trudging mindlessly forward to push up against a wall. Lucas grinned and looked down at Miguel, who was holding his sides and cackling. Lucas turned his laptop so Miguel could see his barbarian single-mindedly trying to walk through a wall tapestry. "Looks like your barbarian is finished with my elf. I guess you came, bro." Miguel grabbed his crotch and squeezed suggestively. "Not yet. But just wait until I get you back into town, you elf whore." Lucas put his laptop on the table and slid out of his chair. He pushed Miguel onto his back in the floor, then straddled Miguel's body, with his knees on each side of Miguel's hips. Lucas put his hands on the floor on each side of Miguel's shoulders. "And just what are you going to do to me in town," Lucas asked, staring down into Miguel's chocolate brown eyes. Miguel looked up at Lucas. Miguel's lips were suddenly dry. He licked them and said, "I'm going to show you what it's like to be impaled on my barbarian spear." Lucas shifted back and put his hands on his knees, then sat down almost on top of Miguel's groin. Only the thinnest of gaps separated them. Lucas felt the fabric of Miguel's jeans rubbing against his ass each time Miguel moved beneath him. Lucas studied Miguel. The boy might still be role-playing, but there was an intensity in his gaze that Lucas recognized as desire, so he whispered, "Then impale me, stud. I want you inside me." Miguel lifted his hands and placed them carefully on Lucas' hips. Then he pushed Lucas down, hesitantly, unsure whether Lucas would comply. Lucas allowed Miguel to push him down until his ass was sitting firmly on Miguel's lap. Miguel sucked in a quick breath and stared up at Lucas before blowing out slowly. Then Miguel began thrusting up, gradually, gently pushing against Lucas' soft ass. Miguel quickly became erect despite all the layers of clothing between them. He closed his eyes and bit his lip and began pushing faster and faster against Lucas' warm ass. Lucas slid his butt backward and forward slightly, increasing the friction for Miguel. Miguel's breathing became faster, with short, panting breaths. His hands gripped Lucas' thighs, clamping down and clasping hard. Then Miguel sucked in air, held it, and threw his head back. His back arched. His eyes squeezed shut. He shoved his groin up hard against Lucas and kept it there. He groaned and collapsed, releasing his breath. He sucked in a few deep breaths, lying there, waiting for his heart to stop pounding. After a few seconds, Miguel opened his eyes and looked up at Lucas. He suddenly realized where he was and what he'd just done. His eyes opened wide and his mouth fell open. He was on the verge of panic. Lucas reached down and gently touched the boy's cheek, whispering, "Shhh, amigo. No worries. It's just a little fun between two friends. Okay?" Miguel nodded, closing his mouth, but worried nonetheless. Lucas swung off the teen and helped Miguel to his feet. Miguel's cock still tented out the fabric of his jeans, and now there was a large wet spot near the waistband. Lucas motioned toward the bathroom. "Go on and clean yourself up, bro. Then let's talk for a minute." *** A few minutes later, Miguel came back from the bathroom, eyes on the floor, refusing to look at Lucas. Lucas sat on the bed and patted a spot next to him. Miguel sat down, still staring at his hands clasped together in his lap. Lucas spoke softly and gently. "I guess we got caught up in the game for a minute there." Miguel nodded but didn't speak. Lucas leaned sideways and bumped shoulders with Miguel. "Your barbarian is one horny dude." Miguel blushed. "Ummm, I suppose." Lucas put his arm around Miguel and pulled the boy into a sideways hug. "Miguel ... amigo ... if there's one thing I've learned over the years, it's that 14-year-old boys are horny 98.3 percent of the time." Miguel rolled his eyes. "And what about the rest of the time?" Lucas shrugged. "That's when they're recovering from an orgasm." Miguel snorted. Lucas chuckled. They both started laughing. When the laughter tapered off, Miguel muttered, "I can't believe I did that." "I can. I did the same thing when I was 14. Lots of times." "You did?" Miguel asked, finally looking Lucas in the face. "Sure. I had a friend growing up who was my age. We discovered professional wrestling when we were 14, and we both loved trying out the moves we saw on television while wearing just our underwear. I can't tell you how many times we both popped a boner and ended up getting our underwear sticky after getting carried away with our wrestling moves." "So ... you guys were ... gay?" Lucas shrugged. "I guess other people might have thought so. All I knew at the time is that we were best friends who also loved each other very much. What we did was fun, and that was all that mattered to us. So my question for you, Miguel, is very simple: did you enjoy doing that?" Miguel blushed again. "Does it make me gay if I say yes?" Lucas smiled and shook his head no. "It doesn't make you anything. But if you did enjoy it, don't kick yourself in the ass over it. Just accept it." *** After that first--almost disastrous--experience, Miguel and Lucas settled into a routine. They played Gladiators of Xanadu. They destroyed monsters. They wrestled on the bed and gave each other boners and got each other off. They started out jerking each other off, but Miguel asked Lucas for a blowjob the third time they were together. Then four days later, Miguel suggested it might be fun to impale Lucas for real, and so they did. Miguel was all over the place, thrusting and humping like a madman and cumming in less than a minute. The second time, he was more controlled and lasted 5 minutes. The third time... ... Miguel smeared lube on his cock, making sure he had it well coated. The lube made it feel awesome, kind of like what Miguel guessed it would feel like to do it with a girl. Sometimes he wished Lucas was a girl, because he still felt a little weird sticking his cock inside a guy's ass, but he had to admit it sure felt great, ten times better than getting a blowjob, a hundred times better than wanking it. He finished applying a generous layer of lube and scooted forward. He pulled the foreskin back, exposing the dark brown tip of his cock, and pressed it against Lucas' shiny, lubed-up pucker. Miguel rubbed the tip of his cock against the wrinkly hole, loving the way it squeezed open and shut when he teased it this way. He imagined that the hole belonged to the big-assed female elf in the game and that his cock was the huge barbarian's massive rod. "I'm going to fuck you hard now, you elf whore. Are you ready?" he asked in a low, husky voice. All he heard was a moan coming from the `elf'. He chuckled and held his cock straight as he pushed forward. The puckered skin stretched slightly under the pressure, giving way slowly as he pushed. There was a tight ring of muscle just inside. He had to push hard to make it open up, and then it did, releasing and allowing him to slide in. He paused, enjoying the way the `elf's' ass squeezed down, tightening again around the end of his cock. He rubbed the elf's hips, stroking up and down her sides, encouraging her to relax. He leaned forward and planted a gentle kiss on the middle of her back. Even a barbarian could be loving when he was impaling his elf whore. Her ass slowly eased open, so he pushed forward, sliding inside inch by inch, until he felt his hips pressing against her ass. He rested his chest against her back, reaching around to grab her tits. They weren't as big as he remembered them, but they jiggled when he rubbed them and her nipples got nice and hard. He kissed her on the back of the neck and began thrusting slow and deep. Shit! It felt so nice. Her guts gripped his cock from tip to base. "Do you feel my spear inside you now, elf? Are you ready for me to impale you?" The elf muttered something. Her face was buried in a pillow, so Miguel couldn't hear what she said, but he took her mumbles as permission to start thrusting. He pulled out a few inches and pushed back. Out again and up inside, hard. He rocked his hips, feeling the elf's guts still gripping but loosening up under his assault. Faster, harder. He sat up and grabbed her hips to hold her in place, then began pounding in and out, making her body shake each time his bony hips collided with her big, white ass. He clinched his teeth and pushed hard up inside her, pausing, holding himself there, squeezing down to stop his own orgasm. He wasn't finished with her yet. He took several deep breaths, then bent down and kissed the elf on the neck again, gently, lovingly. He started rocking his hips again, slowly caressing the inside of her ass with his hard rod. He blew on the elf's ear from behind. She turned her head and he licked her ear lobe, still thrusting gently up into her ass. She moaned and pushed back against him, trying to make him go faster. He gave her what she wanted, punching up inside her. "Is that what you want, baby? Is this it?" His breath was hot on her neck now. He wrapped her in his arms and hugged her tight, thrusting as deep as he could, groaning as his cock exploded, releasing his barbarian juices inside his elf whore. He panted, holding on, waiting for the intense orgasm to subside. "Damn," Lucas moaned, reaching down to find his own cock had gushed all over the bed beneath him. "You're becoming a hell of a good lover, Miguel." Miguel chuckled and said, "I know." They both laughed. Lucas waited for Miguel to pull out of his ass. The boy was still hard, and he wasn't moving. Then Miguel started pulling out, but he didn't pull out completely. Instead, he pushed back in, then pulled out and thrust back in harder, loving the way his cock now slid around with his own cum for lube. And for another 45 minutes, Miguel pounded Lucas' ass, giving them both another ball-draining orgasm before he finally pulled out and collapsed on the bed next to Lucas. Lucas rolled on to his back and stared at the ceiling. What had he created? He turned his head and found his wallet. He pulled out $500 and handed it to Miguel. "What's this for?" Miguel asked. "I'm staying another week," Lucas replied, grinning. Miguel's face lit up in huge smile. He wiggled his eyebrows and winked. Lucas reached over and stroked Miguel's cheek. Lucas had been at the Desert Aire for 3 weeks now, and he had no plans to leave any time soon. There was only one problem. He was almost out of cash. The biggest part of the cash from Arizona was now safely deposited in an off-shore bank account, and he didn't see any reason to take it back out again, not when the time stealer was so handy. He could always run into San Angelo and make a withdrawal or two from the local banks. *** Lucas was taking a shower when he heard a frantic knocking on his door. He turned off the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist. Muffled shouting came through the door. "Lucas! Are you in there?" It sounded like Miguel. "Just a minute, bro!" Lucas shouted. He hurried to the door and flipped the safety latch, then turned the doorknob. Miguel pushed into the room, crying. He wrapped Lucas up in his arms and fiercely hugged the man. "Bro! What's wrong?" Miguel pulled back. His left eye was puffy and turning purple. His left cheek was swollen with a nasty gash. Miguel began shaking his head from side to side. "I can't do it, bro. I can't stay here anymore. I gotta get out of here. You gotta help me." Miguel angrily wiped the tears from his eyes and pulled away from Lucas. Pacing back and forth next to the bed, Miguel began cussing. "Motherfuckers aren't going to do this to me again. Fuckin' not kidding. If you don't get me the fuck out of here, I'll start walking down the highway right the fuck now and I don't give a fuck what happens next." Lucas held out his hands. "Whoa, amigo. Stop. Just stop for a second, okay? Tell me what's going on." Miguel turned to face Lucas and started crying again. "It's my dad, bro. We're missing 80 bucks from the office register. He thinks I stole it. He thinks I'm doing drugs or some shit. I told him I wasn't doing drugs and didn't know where the damned money was. HE FUCKING HIT ME! Told me I was a lying little bastard and better tell him the truth." Miguel turned around and threw himself face down onto Lucas' bed, sobbing again. Lucas sat down on the bed next to Miguel and began gently rubbing the teen's back. The sobs continued but gradually tapered off. Miguel's face was pressed into the bed, so his voice was muffled. "I work my ass off for my parents. I do whatever they say, and they still treat me like a slave. I have to be here at this damned motel every fucking day. I can't hang out with my friends. I can't join any teams or clubs at school. This is my shitty, fucking life, day after day, and now my dad thinks I'm a thief and my mom lets him knock the shit out of me." Miguel rolled over on his back and looked up at the ceiling. "She just stood there, Lucas. Watching him scream at me and punch me in the face and yell at me some more. She never said a damned thing." Lucas put his hand on Miguel's chest and rubbed in a small circle. "I'm sorry, bro." Miguel placed his hand on top of Lucas' and held it. "I don't know why I'm surprised. It's not the first time he's hit me. Just the first time he's punched me in the face. And it's not the first time my mother has stood there and watched me get the shit kicked out of me. And tomorrow, she'll put a Band-Aid on my face and talk to me, acting all disappointed in me. `You must honor your father, Miguelito. It is your duty.' Well, fuck that, Lucas." Miguel sat up and took Lucas' hands in his own. "I'm fucking serious, bro. I can't stay here and live this way anymore. I'm leaving. If you won't help me, I'll still leave. I don't care anymore. I'm done." Lucas nodded. "I'll help, bro. Just give me a second." Lucas stood up and grabbed a pad of paper and began making a list. Paid cash for room, never used credit card Motel register-- has car license plate and cell phone number New cell phone? New car? Parents can describe car, describe me Definitely have pictures of Miguel Haircut for Miguel? Dye hair? "What are you doing?" Miguel asked, looking over Lucas' shoulder at the list. "Trying to think of everything that can go wrong if I take you with me when I leave." Miguel gasped. "Damn! I forgot about the motel registery! It has all your information in it." "Doesn't matter," Lucas said with a shrug. "Just one more thing I have to take care of." Miguel shook his head. "This is a bad idea. I'm just going to get you in trouble. I'll take care of this on my own." Lucas spun around and grabbed Miguel by the shoulders. "No. You won't. I got your back, bro! Give me two days. That's all I need." *** The first and most pressing need was cash. Lots of it. Lucas parked across the street from First National Bank. An armored car was waiting in front of the big double doors, which opened and allowed two guards to come out pulling a cart. They stopped behind the armored car. When the doors swung open on the back of the armored car, Lucas glanced down at his wrist and pressed the time stealer gems. The world ground to a halt, and Lucas climbed out of his car. Crossing the street after looking both ways--he laughed at himself for an old habit that was hard to break--Lucas walked across the parking lot and peeked in the back of the armored car. A guard sat on a bench, bending over to pick up a canvas bag. "I'll take that, my man," Lucas said with a grin. The canvas bag was heavy and lumpy, filled with rolls of coins. "On second thought, you keep that one." Lucas reached past the guard for a second bag. It was lighter. He opened it and found strapped stacks of twenty-dollar bills. He tossed the bag onto the ground behind him and checked the next bag. Fifty-dollar bills. He tossed it behind him to join the other bag. The next two bags were worthless, containing documents of some kind. Then jackpot! A bag containing stack after stack of brand new one-hundred-dollar bills. He took that bag and picked up the other two he'd tossed on the ground, walked across the parking lot in the eerie silence of frozen time, and crossed the street without looking this time--you're learning, Lucas, he told himself--to reach his car. Popping the trunk, he spilled out the contents of each bag. He sorted through the cash and found two dye bombs. He put them back into the bank bags, left the cash in his trunk, shut it, and carried the now-empty bank bags back to the armored car. He returned the bags more or less to the same spots where he'd picked them up. "Pleasure doing business with you, gentlemen," he said as he walked away. *** "It's in great condition," Lucas said as he parked the RV in the driveway. It was perfect for his purposes. Small but self-sufficient. It could sleep two in the bed located in a small cab above the front seats. It had a small shower, toilet, and kitchenette with a mini-frig and two-burner stove. The elderly woman sitting in the passenger seat nodded. "Amos loved this RV. It was his pride and joy. He was often out here working on some little thing or another. Almost seemed like he loved it more than me." She chuckled and then smiled a sad, lonely smile. They climbed out of the RV and Lucas walked the woman up the drive to her door. "Well, it's obvious it's been well maintained, ma'am. It runs great, and it looks like new." She sat down on a bench under her porch. "Amos and I only took three trips in it before he passed away. When we first bought it, he took me to visit my sister in Colorado. That was wonderful. The colors of the trees were so pretty. Then a year ago, we drove up to Branson, Missouri. We spent a week camping out in the RV. It was very comfortable. Almost like living at home. And in the Spring, we made a short trip over to Galveston. Amos loved walking on the beach." Her eyes misted over. She obviously missed her Amos. Lucas didn't want to interrupt the woman, but he had several more errands to run. "I think I'll take it, Mrs. Taylor. You said you wanted $12,000 for it?" "Yes, dear. I'm sorry, what did you say your name was again?" "Smith. John Smith," Lucas replied. She shook her head. "My memory is so poor these days. Well, Mr. Smith, I'm asking $12,000, but I'd be willing to take $11,500 if you buy it today." Lucas chuckled. "I'll give you your asking price, ma'am. In fact, I'd be willing to pay a little more if you could do me a favor." "What's that, dear?" "Can I leave it here with you for another day? I won't be able to pick it up until tomorrow, so I'll give you another $500 to hold it for me until then." The lady was flustered. "Of course, you can leave it here. But you don't have to pay extra." "I want to, ma'am. You would be doing me a big favor, so please let me pay for it." "Well ... okay .... I suppose that would be fine." Lucas pulled out a strapped stack of hundred-dollar bills and placed it on the table. "Is cash okay, ma'am?" Her eyes opened wide, startled. "Certainly." "There should be one hundred bills in this stack. Check it once I leave. I don't want to cheat you, Mrs. Taylor." Then Lucas counted out twenty-five more and placed them with the stack. He paused, and added another five bills. She was a sweet, old lady. Reminded him of his own mom. *** At Wal-Mart, he paid cash for two new cell phones with prepaid plans. He turned down the insurance. He didn't want a record of the purchase. *** At Target, with time frozen all around him, he picked out two duffel bags and filled them with clothes. He had to guess on the sizes, but he had a decent idea what a 14-year-old boy would wear. He also threw in sunglasses, deodorant, shampoo, and a bottle of hair dye--gray. Probably didn't need the hair dye, but just to be safe, he grabbed some anyway. Then he carried his `purchases' around the other immobile shoppers, past the store employees, and out the front door to his car. *** Back at the Desert Aire motel, Lucas parked in front of his room and walked inside. He packed his belongings, loading his suitcases with clothes, then unplugged and slipped both laptops into their carrying cases. Inside the bathroom, he gathered up all his toiletries and tossed them in a small bag. He looked around the room. His fingerprints were probably all over the place. There was no help for that. He didn't think it would matter, anyway. Why would they suspect him of anything? He put everything inside his car, locked the room door, and walked to the motel office. Miguel was standing behind the registration counter, a Band-aid on his cheek. The skin all around his eye was turning blue. It made Lucas' stomach churn, seeing the beautiful teen's face marred, but he bit his tongue and said nothing, because Rosa Dominguez was standing to the side, watching everything. "Can I help you, Mr. Roberts?" Miguel asked, with a sad smile. "Yes," Lucas replied. "I decided to check out early. I have pressing business in Albuquerque, so I have to leave a day earlier than I planned." Miguel looked startled. He didn't understand what Lucas was doing, but he blinked and turned to the registration computer, tapping on the keyboard to pull up Lucas' account. "Very good, sir. I see we owe you a refund for 2 days." Rosa Dominguez stepped forward. "I'm sorry. Did you notify us in advance that you were leaving early?" Lucas turned to stare at the woman. "No. I didn't." She pressed her lips together. "Then I'm afraid we can't give you a refund." "No problem," Lucas replied, placing the room key on the counter. "Keep it." He turned to walk out, then turned back and asked, "Young man, could you point out the quickest way to Highway 158?" "Certainly, sir," Miguel replied, trotting out from behind the counter and following Lucas out of the office. They walked to the road and Lucas pointed toward San Angelo, adding driving instructions for the benefit of his mother, who was standing just outside the office, eavesdropping on their conversation. Lucas thanked him for his help and reached out to shake Miguel's hand. Miguel felt something flat and hard in his hand. He looked down and saw Lucas had slipped him a cell phone. He closed his hand around the phone and quickly pocketed it. "I had a nice visit," Lucas said. "I'll be back soon, I'm sure." Miguel nodded. "Have a safe trip, Mr. Roberts. And thank you for staying at the Desert Aire." Then he turned and walked slowly back into the motel office. Lucas climbed into his car and drove to San Angelo. *** Lucas stashed the shopping sacks full of cash inside the RV first. Fortunately, Mrs. Taylor didn't come out of her house right away, so all she saw was Lucas loading in the suitcases and duffel bags. "Mr. Smith. Mr. Smith," she cried, walking down the steps looking flustered. "Mr. Smith, I'm so glad I caught you. I think there's been a mistake." "A mistake?" "Yes, dear. When you left yesterday, I counted out the money you gave me. Mr. Smith, there's too much. You gave me $13,000. It was only supposed to be $12,000. Well ... $12,500 with the extra money you promised me. But you made a mistake. You gave me $500 too much." "Really? I was very careful when I counted it out. Perhaps the bank made a mistake and gave me too much money." "That doesn't seem likely, Mr. Smith. I think you gave me too much. I'll go get it now. You can count it too, and you'll see." Lucas took the elderly woman's hands in his own and smiled. "Let's not bother with that, ma'am. If I did make a mistake, let's just call it an unexpected blessing. Keep the money and take care of yourself. Okay?" She smiled timidly at Lucas. "You're a rascal, John Smith." She pulled away and hobbled up the sidewalk to her front door. Lucas transferred the rest of his things from the car and checked it over again to make sure he hadn't left anything important behind. Mrs. Taylor came back out of the house carrying a paper plate filled with homemade cookies covered in plastic wrap. She handed the cookies to Lucas and said, "These go with the RV. I forgot to put them inside." Then she winked. He leaned over and kissed her on the cheek, then took the cookies and carried them into the RV, stowing them in a cabinet. "I'll pick up the RV later tonight," he promised. Locking the RV behind him, he got in his car and drove away, waving at Mrs. Taylor as he drove off. She watched him go and thought what a nice young man he was. She wondered if he was related to Ira Smith who lived two streets over. Probably not. Smith was such a common name, after all. *** Lucas waited until 11:30 p.m. It was a new moon and very dark that night. He was parked on the street in front of a run-down house an old man used as his home/office for his junk yard business. The last lights had gone out in the house hours ago. Lucas checked his watch, decided it was time to get going, started his car and turned on only the parking lights, which provided just enough light to see by. He drove as slowly and as quietly as possible around the house and down the lane into the makeshift wrecking yard behind the house. He wove his way between dozens of cars and trucks rusting in place until he found a convenient spot well at the back. There was just enough room for him to park his car between a Ford pickup and Chevy conversion van. Then he reached into the glove box and took out the registration and proof of insurance, sliding both into his pocket. Squeezing out of the car, he walked around to the back and detached the Arizona license plate. Hopefully, the car wouldn't be noticed for a few days, maybe longer. If the old man was unscrupulous or lazy, the car might never be discovered. He waved good riddance to his old car as he walked across several fields to reach the highway, then walked down the highway until he arrived at a bar. He tossed the license plate and registration into a dumpster, then pulled out his cell phone and called for a taxi. When the taxi arrived, he gave the driver the address for Mrs. Taylor's house. It was just after 2:00 a.m. when the taxi dropped him off. He unlocked his new RV, got behind the wheel, and started it up. Then he drove back down the highway and stopped about half a mile from the Desert Aire motel. Pulling out the cell phone, he texted: He waited one minute. His phone chimed. He glanced at it, reading the text he'd just received: . He frowned and studied the text, mouthing the letters to himself. "Oh ... I see you." He chuckled. Kids and their abbreviations. Footsteps crunched on the gravel as someone approached the open driver's window. Lucas glanced in the mirror and saw a dark figure approaching the back of the RV. The figure kept coming, then stopped at the window. It was Miguel. He threw the hood of his jacket back and leaned in the open window, looking around the inside of the RV. "Nice ride." Lucas nodded. "Yeah. It has a small bed right up there--" he pointed above the front seats--"that sleeps two. And a small kitchen in back with a fridge and sink. I feel like going camping. You want to come?" Miguel walked around the front of the RV, opened the passenger door, and climbed in. "Let's get the hell out of here." End of THE GIFT OF STOLEN TIME, Chapter Three