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The Interloper by A.Larkin 2017 all rights reserved.

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This story should be regarded as fiction. All the usual disclaimers apply. This story is complete and will be posted in two parts.

Ok all you filthy wankers, there are plenty of filthy bits and this “tail” is easy enough to skim but then you'd be missing an authentic story.

The Interloper

by A.Larkin

Part 1

The City:

I moved to the city when rents were cheap. I found employment doing software support where I was able to do it at home almost at my leisure. Like everyone, I suppose I wanted the adventure of the big city but I was cautious by nature. Instead, I enjoyed movies, museums and libraries but shied away from the chaotic, drug addicted, nightlife. I was distantly attracted to the clubs but I couldn't free myself to experiment. I was not unattractive, tall and slender and a bit book wormish. The image I had of myself was that of a predictable and reliable person and I couldn't seem to vary from those expectations. By the same token, I considered myself above serious relationships with women but had a few for the sake of appearances. Perhaps it was about control? Always knowing that I could just as easily have a wank in front of the mirror and any obsession would immediately lift. I did my best to stay above the emotional turmoil of being involved with a woman. I had a 2 year long relationship with a woman that had become so demanding and vindictive that I had to change the locks. Why couldn't I find a woman who was emotionally stable? One day, all this would change. One day my structured world would suddenly collapse and I would be left defenceless. I remember the day. It changed me forever and I can never be as I was before. Now that it has passed I will remember it always. In me resides an effort to relive or re-create that time, the place and the feeling, will always be with me. Today, it is gone, it is gone to never return.

 

The Boy:

He came from one of the apartments on the 3rd or 4th floor. I would learn later that it was apartment 4b where I guessed that he lived with his mother. I had first run into the boy at the Dominicans on the corner. It was an all round convenience store. A place where you could buy cigarettes one at a time out of the pack. If no one was looking, they didn't seem to mind selling them to minors either. The boy I had taken notice of, gave the clerk a dollar and quickly ran off. When I got back, he was in front of my building with several friends of equal stature. For whatever reason, they scattered. The boy pushed ahead of me to get into the building and was running towards the stairs. Before going up he quickly looked directly at me and saw that I lived in the ground floor back apartment. He continued and ran up the stairs. For whatever reason the image of this 4 foot 6 inch individual, lingered in my mind's eye. He was rough and untidy. The boy was wearing pants that were just a little too small for him. He wore an over-sized tee shirt that disguised his slight and slender frame. He was carried along with confident and boyish exuberance that filled the halls with noisy thumps and then, would suddenly disappear.

 

The Girlfriend:

The call had gone on too long. The woman's voice on the other end rose an entire octave, “Where is this relationship going?”

I quietly said, “I don't know?

It was a common enough lament from a woman who had become impatient with the way things were and wanted more. I wasn't dissatisfied as much as I was passively detached. She knew the way to a man's heart is through his cock and if anything, she was skilled at that. When she took it into her mouth, I lay back and closed my eyes. In this state, I wasn't thinking of her, I was thinking of someone else, maybe a stranger. Someone I didn't know and would probably never know. The phantom face was in shadow. It was something that was alluring but unattainable.  We had been seeing each other for maybe 6 months. A few pretty gifts had been placed around my small apartment. A colorful throw pillow, a floral patterned polyester quilt and a box of tampons in my medicine cabinet. I reciprocated with dinners and a show or two. I had unwittingly become the object of someone's affection. Francine was not outstanding but attractive enough to be seen with in public. I could almost hear people say, “What a nice couple.”

Her large brown eyes were especially prominent when she made this proposal. “You know that if one of us gives up our apartment we could live together and be happy forever.”

She smiled brightly at me. “And we would save all that money to do fun things.”

I was noncommittal. Francine was momentarily crestfallen so she did not press the issue. It was at that moment that I realized that it was over.

The conversation on the phone wore on. “Francine...I think maybe we should take a break.”

What do you mean take a break?”  There was a long pause. She was crying.

I tried to be compassionate and spoke softly. “You know, not see each other for a while.”

There was silence on the other end. “Francine? Francine, are you there?”

Her voice was halting and ragged. “I know what, take a fuckin break means! Paul, you're a fuckin bastard, ya know that? I hate you! Go fuck yourself!”

Francine hung up and I was curiously relieved. It was as if a great burden had been lifted off of me. I decided to give notice and look for a new job. I vowed that it would be something more interesting and if I was lucky, intellectually stimulating. I began to take walks in the park and go on impromptu excursions. I even started reading again. Reading is very difficult with a fawning and self-centered woman around but then I had made a significant change. I had a new life.

Anthony:

There was a knock on my door. This was unusual because people would buzz the buzzer to be let into the building first and this knock was at my apartment door. I opened it just a little to see a small boy. He looked up at me and said, “Can I come in?”

I was apprehensive. “Why?”

I don't know? I live upstairs.”

What's your name?”

He said, “Anthony”.

I have no idea why but I opened my door wide and allowed him entry. Anthony walked in and without looking at me he surveyed my entire apartment. First the entry room which served as my modest kitchen, the living room and TV and then he walked over to peer into my messy bedroom.

You live here by your self?”

Yes I do. So you've come here to rob me of what little I have?”

Almost absent mindedly and in a high almost musical voice he said, “not really.”

He continued looking around and then sat on my couch in front of the TV. “Where's the remote?”

I was not in the habit of letting just anyone into my small flat and yet I let Anthony in. I don't know why I did it? I watched him go through the channels and then, as if bored, he got up to leave. Halfway down the hall, he turned and said, "Bye."

Upon returning to my apartment, I noticed that the dollar I had left on the kitchen table was gone.

 

Liberation:

I went out to collect my mail. and noticed that there was a pink envelope that stood out from the bills and junk mail. It was from Francine. I unfolded the pink parchment letter written in long hand using a blue felt tip pen.

Rendered down from six pages, here's the gist.

My dear Paul,

I am really sorry. Please forgive me. I miss you so much. Paul, we belong together. I promise to make you happy. I was even hoping that in a year or two I could have a baby and if it is a boy I would name it after you and a girl after me. I'll be home to night and if it is late you could use your key and sneak in. I will be in bed, naked and waiting for you.

Shivering in anticipation no doubt. Well it's not going to happen! You know maybe I really am a bastard but if I am, I am a lucky bastard. I made it clear to her that I didn't want the burden of a family and she enthusiastically agreed, plotting all along to make me a father.

Being alone in my apartment had suddenly become an unappreciated luxury. I decided that it was time, time for a wank, a special wank, a bold and selfish wank. A celebration for freeing myself from that woman. How could porno be better than Francine? Not an issue because today, I'm a free man. My usual is to take all my clothes off and use my own spit to conjure up idealized partners. An exotic black woman or an alluring young girl tending me in slavish adoration. My ejaculation was exceptional leaving me refreshed and ready to accept the challenges of the day. I mused, one time I even had sex with a man. He only wanted to suck my cock which was fine by me because I wasn't interested in him. After all, I'm not one of those.

 

The Street:

I decided to take it easy for awhile. Not rush into a new job but instead, take time enjoying myself in the sun. On my way back from the post office, I felt a tug on my sleeve.

Can I have a dollar?”

I looked down and saw that it was Anthony. “Why do you want a dollar?”

He shrugged his shoulders. “I don't know?”

Well, supposin I gave you a dollar, what would you do with it?”

"I don't know."

Well Anthony, what happened to the dollar that you took off of my kitchen table?”

He gave me an embarrassed look as if he had been caught in a lie but he confessed.

I'm sorry?

He looked up at me and said again, “I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. I couldn't help myself. It just sort of happened.”

Anthony, don't do things like that because it might become a habit. If you need a dollar and I have one I don't mind,.. but suppose that was all I had? Suppose you had a lot of money and I had nothing, would you give me one?”

No.”

I looked at the boy with an expression of shocked amusement.

He laughed and said, "I would give you one if I had lots of money.".

I smiled at him and gave him the dollar anyway.

He looked up at me and said, “I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. I couldn't help myself. It just sort of happened.”

I patted him on his head and said, “Don't worry Anthony, we're still friends.”

He took it and shoved it into his pocket along with the other dollars he had probably gotten from others using the same methods.

Just before he ran off to join his criminal friends he turned and smiled at me.

I thought to myself, Anthony is going to grow up to be one handsome man. Blue eyes and unruly black hair is a killer combination...

 

The Visit:

Around 8 that evening I had settled in and was reading "Down and out in Paris and London". It was a depressing and disgusting book about rats and swill in restaurant kitchens and the injustice of it all. Just as I discarded the book there was a knock at the door.

I slowly opened it. “Anthony, what do you want?”

I could tell that he wanted to come in.

I'm bored.”

I know Anthony and so am I. Why don't you go and keep your mother company?”

She went out last night and she's still not back. I know she won't be home until the morning. She's partying.”

He saw me waver. “Can I come in,...Please?”

Reluctantly, I opened the door and the twelve year old strode in. He went right over and sat on the couch and took charge of the remote. It was the only place to sit so I would have to share the couch with this little interloper. Anthony quickly found an apocalypse movie and immediately fell under its spell.

From the kitchen I asked him. “You want something to eat?”

He grunted, “Yeah!”

How's Ramon noodles?”

Yeah! I like'em.”

When Francine came over she would take charge of the kitchen and I would sit like Anthony is now, quietly in front of the TV.

Coke?”

He nodded but didn't say anything.

He relished the glob of noodles, slurping them into his mouth. He finished off his coke ending it with a satisfying gasp..

Ya know what?

"No, what Anthony?"

"My mother said I'm no good.”

I said.”She really didn't mean that.”

Yeah she did, she meant it, she said I'm no good and neither is my father. She said that he was a guinea wop.

What did your father say?”

I don't know, he's been gone forever. So what about you? You don't have a wife or anything?”

I've had girlfriends but not at the moment.”

I continued, “Anthony, what about you? Aren't you married?”

He made an awful face and started giggling. “You're an idiot!”

Anthony, how could you call me something like that? You probably don't even know what an idiot is.”

You're an Idiot!”

We both started to laugh and enjoy ourselves.

Anthony was certainly more fun then having that woman around?

The boy suddenly cut a buzzing fart. He laughed and then produced a face of fake embarrassment.

We both laughed. He liked that I didn't disapprove.

We watched another movie and Anthony carried on a commentary about the plot's twists and turns.

I smiled at him and said, “How do you know all this?”

Smiling back at me he said, “I seen it before!”

We both laughed and he slid down in the couch kicking his legs in the air, releasing his pent-up boy energy. He farted again and it threw us in to fits of laughter.

We had more treats and snacks and I found that spending the evening with him was pure enjoyment.

Can I stay here tonight?”

The idea hadn't occurred to me and then I didn't quite know how to respond. “What about your mother? Won't she be concerned about where her son is?”

No, she doesn't care. Anyway she's not gonna come home, I know. She'd be home now.”

I was resistant. The last thing I wanted was trouble.

It was after 1 a.m. “Ok but you have to write a note telling her that you are down here in case she comes home a 3 a.m. and wonders where the fuck you are.”

Do I have to?”

I placed a piece of paper and a pen in front of the obstinate boy.

He just sort of sat there as if arriving at a solution in his own mind.

Then he said, ”You write it!”

Anthony, I'm not writing it, You write it.”

"No, you write it."

A moment passed. “Don't tell me you don't know how to write?!”

With a hint of venom, he grabbed the pen. “I know how to write!”

Then I sent him off. Hopefully he would put it somewhere his mother would be sure to find it. Secretly I was hoping that he would crawl into his own bed and this whole thing would be done with because I began to sense that this situation, if misinterpreted, could be explosive.

I laid a pillow and a blanket on the couch for him and then went to my own bed and settled in. I fell right to sleep.

I woke up not realizing how long I had been asleep. My room was dark. A small specter like figure, wrapped in a blanket stood over me. I recalled the evening's events. His blanket dropped to the floor and he lifted my covers and climbed into bed with me. The boy moved close to me and pulled my arm over him as if for protection. He was naked, his body was fever warm and I was wide awake. When he saw that he was not going to be ejected, he turned to face me laying his head on my chest. I felt his small erection pressing into me. I could feel his hands sliding down. He explored my underwear and slowly lifted my stiff cock out,. Freeing it, he gently stroked and handled it. My heart was pounding. I was in a state of ecstasy for what seemed like hours. Stupidly I thought that If I didn't do anything technically I wasn't accountable, so I didn't move and let him do it all. The boy knew exactly what he was doing because he'd bring me up and then let go only to return and repeat it. When I finally came, I soaked both of us. Without much of a pause, he uncovered himself and with legs spread, began to jerk off. His cock was small but like mine, uncircumcised. The event was furious, vocal and only lasted but a minute. Then he buried himself in my arms and went to sleep. I was left in a state of confused elation and uncertain turmoil.

Sleep came fitfully and when I finally woke up the boy was gone. I went back to sleep and when I got up it was already afternoon. I made coffee and began to contemplate the events of the night just passed. I was conflicted because I felt like I should not have allowed it to happen. This was something that could easily fly out of control. It was not unlike the type of situation where one gets drunk and is remorseful all the next day.. I didn't have anything to drink. I didn't smoke a joint. Then I remembered how much I enjoyed myself and that I was beginning to like Anthony and his engaging ways. When we went to bed I was the one being seduced and it was maybe the most intense experience of my life. Anthony was the one doing the seducing because I never saw it coming. If I was guilty of anything it was that I didn't sit up and eject him, dousing his lust with uncompromising coldness. It was his desire to be mischievous and the pure joy he had in it that totally disarmed me. As soon as he discovered that I was not going to reject him he treated me like a co-conspirator. It was irresistible because I could be him and he could be me. Because I was a man and he was a boy, there was the potential of interchangeability that did not exist with Francine or any other woman. This was different, this was new and I had no idea what to do with it.

Unlike Francine's cheerful morning twittering, she would bring me breakfast in bed and then, want to talk. Then she'd want to shape the rest of my day and then, perhaps, the rest of my life.

The boy was different. The boy was gone.

 

The Secret:

I went to the Dominicans to buy some fruit. I saw Anthony on the far corner with several friends. I know he saw me, but he didn't acknowledge me. I worried that maybe he had regret or that maybe I played more of a role in it than I thought I had. Then again he might just be demonstrating discretion and perhaps I should do the same.

That afternoon there was a familiar knock on the door. I opened it and without saying a word, Anthony excitedly glided into my flat. I'm sure he thought a hand-job is worth at least that. He was cheerful and happy.  I smiled and was visibly pleased to see him. He appreciated my friendly mood. Anthony took up his position on my futon couch next to the remote.

Did your mom finally come home?”

He nodded yes.

Anthony gave me a broad smile, “She's hungover. Every time I make the tiniest little noise she screams at me.”

The boy seemed to be enjoying his mother's misfortune.

He moved closer. “She's probably happy I'm down here and anyway she puked in the sink and the apartment stinks”

We sat comfortably together. Anthony gave me a look, a look that told me he was wanting, The boy slid down in the couch and moved so that he was touching me. Cautiously, I put my arm around him. Anthony was relaxed, forward and familiar. He moved up on me with his back lying on my chest. he lay his head just under my chin. I held him as one would hold a loved one. He pushed his pants down enough to jerk off. I had been given license to do anything with him that I might want to do. And strangely, I felt an obligation to do so. I gently felt around his pants and took hold of his penis. I might have done this out of curiosity but Anthony has planted in me the seeds of a new and forbidden desire. Pushing his pants out of the way, I began to stroke him. His penis was very hard and his body went limp. I was captivated by what was happening. This went on and on until he encouraged me to go faster. His body lay on me and he began to move up and down that in the end was a sympathetic rhythm that created a bond between us. He turned his head and opened his mouth for a kiss from this overwhelmed novice. The boy began to cum. I felt it as if it was me. All my experiences with women never compared to this. When he recovered from what seemed like an exquisite orgasm, he sat back as if it had never happened. His mind had gone on to other things.

 

The Motive:

The next day, we went to the Greek diner on the avenue. The blond waitress came over to take our order. She was all business. Anthony ordered pancakes and a coke. I a grilled cheese on rye.

Without a smile or a greeting, she looked at Anthony and then to me and then back at Anthony. “Oh, is he your son?”

I smiled and said “No”.

Only later would I realize how rude and impertinent it was for her to inquire, even if her suspicions were true. When we arrived home I pretended like everything was normal but there was electricity in the air. He climbed into my lap and put his arms around my neck. Pulling up closer to me we were face to face. The boy looked at me with a searching gaze. I had no choice but to do the same. In a way that only boys could be, he was both intimate and unemotional. His scent was warm and natural, something that only boys like him have. Maybe I had experienced it before but it didn't mean anything. This time was different. It was intoxicating. It provoked in me a desire I had never experienced before. Anthony was intoxicating. His lips parted and I saw his tongue. He moved closer and I could hear the urgency of his soft and shallow pant. He put his lips to mine and gently pushed his tongue into my mouth.  The boy was kneading my crotch. I spread my legs giving him access. He unthreaded my belt and opened my pants. Sliding them down displayed my balls and stiff cock. Anthony was handling it the same way he did on that first night but this time, he pulled down my foreskin and put my cock into his mouth. I stood up to get a better view of this grotesquely beautiful sight of a man being tended to by a boy. It was obvious that he wasn't being forced. He was just as enthralled as I was. He raised both arms so that I could pull his tee shirt off and toss it away. When he stood up, his pants dropped to his ankles and he stepped out of them leaving himself naked and erect.  I did the same and then lifting him up, carried him into the bedroom. On my bed the boy writhed in pure pleasure. He took hold of my cock, tugging and pulling it closer to his mouth.

In a whispering voice he said, "I like your dick. I like it cause it's really big and hard. I like it in my mouth and I don't care if you cum."

I looked down at him and saw his penis sticking up above his small round scrotum. I took hold of it and felt its narrow stiffness respond to my touch and suddenly I felt the overwhelming desire to reciprocate. I took his cock into my mouth without the slightest regret. I was inexperienced in this kind of sexual congress and I had no previous fixation but I was being guided by a boy overcome with lust. I was being profoundly changed. Still thinking that he was the innocent one, I resisted but with his persistent encouragement, I came into his mouth. He came up to me and smiling, showed me the cloudy pool that lay on his tongue and then, smiling, swallowed it.

When the incredible heat of the moment returned to normal, I said, “Anthony, how did you learn all this?

"What?"

"You know, what we just finished doing."

The boy shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know?'

"Well how old were you when you started?"

"I don't know."

"Don't you remember? I do. I remember when I started jerking off, I remember the first girl I had sex with. I can't believe that I am the first person that you did things with?"

In my own mind, I imagined Anthony falling under the influence of an amoral friend from down the hall, an immoral uncle, a boyfriend of his mother or even his father. He would keep this a mystery to me. My fearful side suggested that without me knowing his past, an abused boy can accuse me with impunity.

From the hall just outside of the apartment we heard a voice. "Anthony are you in there!"

Still naked, he sat bolt upright and then ran and hid in my bedroom. I got up to answer the door. I broke into a cold sweat.

 

The Mother:

I opened my door and standing there was a small woman dressed in black.

So you're Paul.”

Her hair was a black shag cut.. Her well kept nails were also a shiny black, her eyes were made up in the Gothic style. She wore a short cut leather jacket and a black mini skirt the rose up on her thighs. The woman, was maybe in her middle 20's.

Is the brat here?”

The woman appeared to be very sexual.

I looked confused, “The brat?”

Yeah, Anthony. I'm his mother, Valerie. He told me he comes down here and I just stopped by to see who you are.”

Yeah, he stops by here sometimes but I'm usually busy.”

Yeah, he's a real pest so don't be afraid to throw him out.”

I was relieved that she didn't seem to be suspicious of me. She subtly gave me a looking over as if I was a prospect for an encounter.

"I just wanted to make sure he wasn't hanging with niggers or child molesters."

No, I have a girl friend and Anthony isn't a pest. Sometimes he runs errands for me.”

She pulled nearer to me as if she wanted to sample my scent. She lowered her eyes and then raised them to meet mine. “I wish I had someone to do errands for me. I suggested that she employ Anthony more regularly.

As if to spit she said, “Yeah right!”

The woman organized herself to depart. "Anthony always got some scheme going on in the background. He does it to fuck me up and if I were you, I'd keep an eye on your wallet if you know what I mean."

She turned to go. “So, I just wanted to come down here and check you out. If you see the brat, tell him I'll be back later.”

She retreated giving me a slight and sly smile. The conversation was over. She turned and headed out the front door.

Back in the apartment, Anthony slowly emerged from my bedroom, still naked but no longer erect..

I was candid, “Anthony, she looks like a fuckin vampire.”

He was in agreement. "Maybe that's why all her boyfriends are fucked up weirdos.”

 

The Artifact:

After the boy left, I started doing the washing up in the kitchen and living room, I began organizing the pillows and blankets and under all of them was something. It was something that belonged to Anthony. His underwear. I could see him raising his legs and pushing his underwear down to his ankles and tossing them away. He would go with them just as soon as go with out them. I picked them up and the boy's underpants hung limply in my hand. He would go days without changing them. Before I met this boy I would had never done anything like this. I unfurled them in my hand. They surely needed a general washing, the front was very lightly tinted with urine. I brought them to my nose. It was the scent of uncut penis but instead of being pungent, they smelled sweet and intoxicating. I could see him proudly urinating with the toilet door opened wide as if encouraging me to watch a lewd performance. My cock began to stiffen. I opened my pants to free it and allow it to stand. I had never sucked cock before but I had sucked Anthony's. There was more. The inside seat were streaks where his underwear brushed up and down across his untidy hole. I pressed it to my nose and began to jerk off. The evidence put there by my dirty boy's behind smelled decidedly different, more like rich Moroccan hashish. In my mind I could see him jerking off and sticking his finger in and out. He had been offering it to me but I was just too stupid to see. I didn't think it possible and the last thing I would want to do was to perpetrate a trauma on him. The clues began to make sense and I was going to do it. It was a heinous sin and now I knew that the boy wanted it. I felt an urgency to do it fearing that if I didn't do it, if I waited too long, eventually he would find someone else to do it.

 

The City Walk:

Sometimes, while walking down the street Anthony would come out of nowhere and fall in along side of me.

Smiling at me he would say, “What's up?”

I was pleased to have him join me. “I'm going over to the other side of the park and then downtown, wanna come?”

I had a number of small errands to do not the least of which was the bookstore. We took a subway together and stopped for hot dogs and papaya juice.

Continuing our journey. Anthony looked up at me and said, “Do you like me?”

We both stopped. Out of nowhere, it was a serious moment. Anthony was waiting for an answer and I was thinking about what it might mean.

Finally I said, “Yes I do. Anthony I really like you.”

He seemed relieved. “Cause, I like you Paul. I want to be with you all the time.”

I was disarmed by his simple candor and It warmed me to him.

On 14th Street we found a fly by night shop selling digital watches.

You want one?”

Yeah! I like the calculator watch.”

The black watch had a hundred tiny buttons to play with and my only hope was that if he promised to show up at my bed at 3pm, he would have no excuse. On the way back, we passed a porno store. In the window there were some colorful DVD's where the sexy parts had been taped over, obscuring porno's real purpose. Anthony and I stood there while he studied the selection.

If you want, I could get some gay ones.”

He looked annoyed and said, “No.”

 

The Orgasm:

Once safely in my flat with the door closed Anthony felt free to take off all his clothes. To encourage my participation he would treat me to an irresistible, erotic, spectacle. When soft, Anthony's small penis looked like an elf hat and felt like a dead mouse. This was a rare sight because Anthony's erection was almost perpetual, He was not at all self conscious and lifted his legs to leisurely probe his boy hole with his fore finger. Again this was a new realm for me. The idea of penetrating Francine's fat ass seemed abhorrent but I began to consider the possibilities with a willing boy. I watched with great fascination. When I began to touch his boy hole, he moved making himself more available. It was an encouraging invitation. He devoted himself to jerking off, all the while watching my reaction. I Put my forefinger in my mouth and then carefully began to penetrate his bottom hole. It was smooth and warm as I pushed up inside of him and it was there I found a soft clutter in the darkness. He started jerking off harder, then pulled both legs back allowing me even deeper access. I added a finger to my plunge. He was jerking off hard and with a strange pained expression, he looked into my eyes. I moved my fingers around and searched for what would be a small prostate. He was moaning loudly and moving his behind up and down on my protruding fingers. The magic of this experience caused my body to shake and shiver along with Anthony's orgasm. I was captivated. I had watched him jerk off for the second time in an hour. When he was done, he quickly dressed and was gone.  The scent on my fingers provided a vivid, visual, image of the event that lasted long after the incident.

I had had numerous encounters with women. Some long, many short. I had always held myself aloof and I confess that I had never actually been in love with any of them. My preference was to get my cock sucked and in an act of reciprocation, maybe I'd fuck them. I'd rarely kiss and the idea of licking out a woman's private parts was to be avoided at all costs. I had no desire to investigate her soiled panties.

I thought how easily I sucked Anthony's cock and how receptive I was to kiss a boy. A boy who had conjured up his spit for me to taste.

 

The Little Shit:

This time I invited her in. I was cautious but I couldn't let her stand in the hall when her son has been spending night after night with me.

Valerie, can I offer you a cup of tea?”

She shook her head,"God no, I've just had a stiff wake-me-up."

Valerie wavered on her feet and then quickly straighten up.

The woman was dressed a little more normally but she still had the Gothic look.

She stroked my arm in a familiar way that made me feel slightly uncomfortable.

Paul, I got a small problem.”

My guard went up thinking the worst. With her other hand she bumped, brushed and then tugged at my cock through my lose sweat pants.

Valerie, you flatter me but I have a girlfriend and this will complicate my life.”

Continuing to tug on me causing it to rise, she smiled at me and said, “So what? I'm not going to say anything.”

As a male, I felt duty bound to respond to a woman offering sex, but I knew that it would lead to familiarity that would eventually expose my association with her son. I moved putting a small distance between us. Valerie took the polite rejection in her stride.

Paul, I fucked up and I don't have money for the rent. You think you could help me out? It's a lot to ask.”

I didn't know how much her rent was but I knew it was more than mine. I prepared myself and considered how to gracefully say no..

If I get evicted, me and Anthony will have to move.. Maybe to Florida.”

She was definitely eyeing my reaction to her last comment. She raised the specter of never seeing Anthony again and she took note of how quickly I caved in.

 

Oh, by the way, I'm going into town and I'm gonna be there all week end, you think Anthony can stay with you? You may not think I worry about the little shit but I do.."

I appeared to be somewhat downcast, I agreed. She took the money and with her back to me as she walked down the hall she said, "Thanks!"

 

The Friendship:

So as not to tempt him, I've learned to stow my few valuables before he shows up. Standing at my door wearing yesterday's tee shirt and pants that he was already growing out of and shoes with laces dragging.

"My mother called to tell me that she wouldn't be home till Monday, can I stay with you tonight? She said, go to Paul's, He doesn't care."

That was pretty presumptuous of her, but she was right. I discourage myself from thinking too hard about what Anthony's nocturnal activities might be if I didn't let him in. I admit the buoyant, less than 5 footer into my flat. He looks around and then crawls onto my bed like he owns the place. Anthony buries his face in my pillow and feigns sleep. When I bring him an array of junk food, he sits up eagerly.

"Dyu kno Paul, you're not like most that treats me like a mutt,..which I am. You're different, even after I stole that dollar you still treat me so good."

I smiled, appreciating the compliment. "Anthony, I am your biggest fan. I always have a dollar for you."

I opened a bottle of inexpensive wine. "Ja want to try some? '

He said yes and I poured him a small glass.

He said. "I've had wine lots of times."

Blue eyed Anthony likes masturbating and he feels free to do it in my company. I tugged off his shoes one after the other.

The boy raised himself up on his elbows a little and looking at me he said, "Ja kno what?"

I said, "No Anthony, what?"

In a strange and serious tone he said, "I'm a little bastard.”

It was said as if the real meaning of the words had finally been revealed to him.There was a pause. I smiled and pulled myself close to him. "So what? It makes no difference to me whether you are or you aren't. If I was one how would you know? Would you dislike me if you found out that I was a bastard?"

Anthony was quiet and silent until he softly said, "no."

"So you see, it makes absolutely no difference to me and it shouldn't to you." I felt his body relax and his smile returned. A storm had passed.

"Can I sleep in your bed with you tonight?"

I said yes. If anything, Anthony was bold. "Another glass of wine please!"

I refilled his glass. My illicit affections for him grow more each day. Drinking the wine makes him languid and pliable His eyes suddenly become soft and beautiful. He drinks and lowering his glass, unconsciously showing me his tongue..The boy was calm and relaxed in my close company. I encircle him with my arms.

"Paul, why is wine red?" Before I could answer, Anthony was asleep.

I did the washing up and from the alcove I watched him gently jerking in his slumber. I thought to myself for a long moment. Anthony should be my son. I would care for him like a precious treasure. I undressed him and he roused himself only long enough to slip under the covers. When I came to bed he embraced me with both arms and legs and he did this without even waking.

 

Consummation:

It was in the middle of the night, I awoke to find Anthony stroking me. In the dark, secreted and unobserved, two alone, naked in a room, door closed. There is silence or at best a whisper. Lust has been set free and in this environment anything is permitted. He was naked and up on his knees. We didn't have to but spoke softly in the dark silence. The boy was trying to sit himself down on my cock.

Seeing this I softly said, “You want some gel?”

No, I like it with spit.”

When I was his age I had never had a comparable experience although, now I was wishing I had. In the darkness I could see him pausing in place and soon. I felt a warm splash. He was urinating on my hard cock. He added more spit and then tried again. Slowly he slipped down on my cock. He moved up and down until it was easy.

Then he got off of me and lay next to me and pulled his legs back. “Come on, you can do it now. Fuck me.”

I got up and holding him by has ankles approached him.

The boy took hold of my cock and aimed it at his hole. “Do it slowly.”

I pushed my cock up in side of him, little by little, in and then out, giving him time to get used to it. When I pulled out, I spit down at the junction that was connecting us and then pushed in deeper. Finally I had an in and out rhythm that appeared to be agreeable to him. Putting both arms around my neck, he pulled up to kiss and share boy spit. He began to jerk off while I fucked him. My cum was welling up inside causing me to go faster and faster. Anthony was jerking off, kissing and making sweet noises. I loved doing what I was doing and loved that it was this boy and wanted no one else in the world. I was use to him and could tell that he was cumming. I held him close and began to cum up his tight hole.

 

Rikers Island:

A recorded voice came on. “This is a telephone call from a correctional institution. The charges have been reversed to your number. The owner of this phone will be held responsible for these charges. The rate is $15 for 5 minutes. You will receive a 20 second notice at the end of each 5 minute period. Press 1 to accept and press 9 to refuse or hang-up.

A tinny voice spoke from the other side. “Paul, It's Val. I need you to come and visit me on Rikers. Please, please, it's really important. I'm pleading out and I'll be sentenced on Monday. Paul there was no other way. Anthony can't come until after I've been sentenced. Please, please come tomorrow. Just take the N train to Astoria then across the causeway onto Riker's.

I was preoccupied in thought. I knew that their was no way for me to bail Anthony's mother out. If I put up the usual 10% and she went missing, I would be liable for the full amount. She will have to call her family. The view of Riker's from the shore looked like a government installation surrounded by high fences and barbed wire. Within the complex were row upon row of what looked like white apartment blocks with small slits for windows. The overall impression was unsettling. I imagined that I would be sitting before a window and I would be talking to Valerie through a telephone like the cop shows on TV. Instead it was a cafeteria setting where we could sit together as long as we weren't embracing or even touching. I could see how difficult this would be for two people in love. Valerie looked entirely different without her Goth make-up. Gone was her short skirt and sexual defiance. It had been replaced with a jump suit. She looked plain and defenseless like a sad little girl.. She had been crying.

"Oh god, thank you, thank you for coming. Paul, this is all Sasha's fault. Him and his stupid Russian friends running scams. Believe me I didn't do nothing. They threaten me with 20 years unless I gave Sasha up. I pled out and got 24 months. He got 48. The hearing is next week and then they'll take me upstate, Fish Kill, I think. Look I'm sorry none of this is your problem. I can't do shit, I'm stuck. They made me do all this paper work and I never mentioned Anthony because I knew that social services will come to take him away. Paul can you take care of him or find someone who will, someone who will be good to him? ..Please.. Get our document papers and just let the apartment go"....

A voice came over the speaker. "Times up!"

 

The Birthday:

On my way home I found myself carrying an overwhelming burden. Serious responsibility was something I had spent my life avoiding. I had to take care of a boy whose mother had suddenly gone to prison. How would he respond to this news? This is very different from Anthony showing up at any time or crawling into my bed in the middle of the night. He could always go home. Could I keep this element of our relationship separate if I intruded into his practical welfare. Anthony was approaching the age when rebellion is natural and perhaps, expected. Could I weather this possibility?  I was one who ran away from discipline and responsibility. How could I expect him to be different from me? But then there is the other side of the coin. Anthony was mine to do with what I wanted. In repayment, I would gladly do anything he asked. I would rub his back, kiss his feet and lick his scrotum. I would do anything for him, anything.  When I arrived home I found him curled up in front of the TV wearing only his underpants. I sat down next to him and stroked him affectionately.

He looked up and me and said, “Guess what, I'm 13 today.”

I had no idea how to approach this but I had to. “Anthony, I have something to tell you.”

He said yeah and returned his gaze to the TV. He was visibly annoyed when I turned the TV off but he gave me the attention I wanted.

Anthony, your mother's been locked up and it is for, maybe 2 years.”

He became suddenly serious as if he was processing what it all meant.

I went to see her today, she's ok and she didn't do anything but I guess she got caught up with her boyfriend.”

He became sullen revealing a cold fire in his eyes. “Fuck her, fuck her! I hate her!

He looked directly at me. “What am I suppose to do?”

Under his breath he continued. “Fuck her, fuck fuck fuck!

Anthony, she asked me to take care of you. It is up to you. If you have other family, I will get you there.

You could stay with me if you want. Anthony I will take care of you.

There was an internal voice that said to me, “Now you've done it. This whole thing could easily turn bad.”

Anthony was subdued all evening. I decided to take him out to dinner. "Since it is your birthday how about, Chinese?"

We talked quietly over dinner. “Since your mother isn't here to wish you a happy birthday I could get you a present."

He stared down at the noodles. "She never remembers my birthday."

 

End of Part 1, Con't in a few days.

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