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DO NOT EVER HURT A CHILD
Boys are to be loved, cherished and cared for. Never hurt!
Hi everyone, this is Andrew Thomas; Eric has passed the torch to me on his wonderful series. I guess I deserved that as it crossed over with Andrew's Misplaced Trust. I will admit, however, that the timelines of those stories are vastly different, but I hope you will all grant us creative license. Please send me your comments on the story and bear with me as I catch up, and forgive me if I get a few facts wrong as we move forward. Eric was one of the authors that convinced me to share my stories, so I hope you like them, what I have in store for you, and how I handle transitions. Relax and enjoy the story and please come back for the next chapter even if you think this one is silly.
If you've followed my other stories, you may be wondering where I've been, but I've had some health setbacks and been unable to focus on writing. I'm working as fast as I can to catch up. I hope you will enjoy the new series I have coming. Also, I'm trying to ease this story into my style vs. Eric's. We both write about loving relationships and not the quick wank stories. Please share your thoughts with me at andrewmthomas@proton.me
Now off to the story. If you recall from the last chapter, Eric had just had his boys and the crew properly close his McDonalds. Chris is on vacation, and Eric is covering for him.
They all get on their tasks and find out Eric was wrong. They were half an hour past and everything was again as it should be.
"I want to thank all of you for staying a little later. I appreciate the extra effort."
The crew all leave and Eric locks up the store.
"So guys that's how you properly close a store."He tells them when they get in the car.
I don't believe my eyes. When we walk out of McDonalds to get into the Escalade, there is a bright light in the parking lot. The ground is kind of rumbling, and there is a loud hum coming from a giant spaceship that is sitting there. The rumbling is tickling my tummy. There is smoke or steam coming out of holes around the ship. Holy cow! A high-pitched whirring noise is coming from the side, and a door drops down until it clunks as it hits the parking lot. I can see inside the ship, but it's really bright, and the light is purple. The air is starting to smell strange. But it has a familiar odor; I believe it is French fries. The door surface turns into a staircase as it makes some clicking and clanking sounds. Suddenly, we hear a young boy's voice coming from the opening.
"Greetings, Murphey family; we have been sent to take you on a journey," says the little, naked boy. He looks like he's about 10 years old and just like a human. He's waving at us to come inside.
"Where are we going?" I ask the boy, who is now standing alongside about a dozen other boys that have joined him.
"You will have to come aboard to find out." He keeps waving at us.
I reach out and place my hand in Dad's. Tran is grabbing my other hand. He squeezes tight, and I feel him trembling. Alejandro is just looking up at dad with a confused look. Dad pulls him close, and we all walk up the stairs. I think we are all in a trance. Nobody seems to resist walking up the stairs.
"Welcome to Boyager One. Please remove your clothes, as they will be unnecessary for this journey."
Dad looks at me and shrugs. We all strip down, and the cutest boy ever walks up to me with a container to hold our clothes. He looks familiar.
"Do I know you?" I ask.
"Yes, I am you, and you are me."
I'm confused, but yes, he does look like me. I quickly remove and deposit my clothes as he moves over to Tran.
"You look familiar to me," Tran says.
"Yes, I am you, and you are me." He says to Tran, and he does look like Tran now. He repeats this to Alejandro, and again, he turns into Alejandro.
When he gets to Dad, he doesn't look like any of us. I am confused. Dad just looks at the boy, drops to his knees, and reaches out to him. "You look like me when I was ten." He says. "Yes, you are me. How is this possible?" Dad keeps reaching for the boy, but he can never touch him.
Dad was very cute when he was ten.
We hear a whirring noise, then a clank as the door behind us closes. The ship rumbles, like riding over a bumpy road and begins to move. Just then, a man who looks just like dad speaks. "Boys, and Eric, tonight is your ultimate fantasy night. This journey will show you what your true desires are. Please, find one or more of the boys on the ship and join them in one of the cubbies around the side of the ship.
I am really horny, so I grab two boys and we go over to a divided space on the side. There is a bed here and lube on a little side table.
Alejandro grabs two boys, Dad grabs three, and Tran grabs one.
"Now that you have paired off, your fantasy becomes reality tonight. Look carefully at the boy you just picked. They are your soul mate." The man who looks like Dad says.
The boys I pick both turn into dad. I have two dads now! I strain to see Alejandro, and his boys turn into Dad and Cindy. Tran's boy turns into Tyler. Dad has three boys. They have their back to me, but I can tell exactly who they are. One is a bit taller than the others, and he has olive skin, that's Tran! The boy next to him has darker skin, but I recognize that chocolate butt--it's Alejandro. The third one is me! Do I really look that good?
"Time to commence the bonding ceremony." The man says. He no longer looks like Dad. The rest of the boys walk out of the room. The lights dim, and I can no longer see the others. Dad and Alejandro pull me onto the bed. Dad is hugging me, and Alejandro is sucking on dad. I ask dad to fuck me, but he says it's not the right time. Alejandro has taken over for Dad and is kissing me. He backs away and looks deeply into my eyes.
"Brother, I love you. This family saved all of our lives. You, my brother, have made the entire family famous. I wish I could be like you and want the attention, but I really just want to help people. I think we all do. Thank you for helping me help people." He slides down and takes my dick into his mouth. Dad puts his in mine. As I suck on dad, Alejandro gets me close. As I am about to have my orgasm, dad fills my mouth, but it tastes like cherry. There is so much, I start to gag, and then it feels like the bed is sucking me in.
I pull up to the house and have to carry Joey to bed; he fell asleep in the Escalade on the way home. Putting him down on the bed, I sit by his side. He seems restless and starts to thrash on the bed. I hold him, trying to comfort him, and then suddenly he starts to vomit. I turn him on his side and shake him, trying to wake him up.
"Joey, Joey, wake up."
"Tran, Alejandro, come here. Bring some water."
"Ba, what's going on?" Tran says as he runs over to the bed with a bottle of water. "Is Joey okay?"
Alejandro comes in and sees Joey. He retreats to the corner and is just staring with a blank look on his face. His entire body is trembling as he slides down the wall, pulls in his legs, and starts rocking.
"Joey, honey, wake up!" He finally coughs and opens his eyes. He sees the crimson vomit all over the bed, and Tran hands him the water.
"What happened? Am I bleeding? Dad?" He asks.
"You must have been dreaming or something. You were thrashing around on the bed, and then you threw up. It's a good thing I was here; you could have choked on your vomit." Tran grabs a trash can and brings it over. Joey swigs some water and spits it into the can.
"I had a dream, dad; it was very strange. I'll tell you all about it later, but I'm really tired."
"Tran, can you take Joey and wash him up and put him in my bed, please?" Tran quickly comes to help his brother.
"Alejandro, come here." He looks up with his tear streaked face, slowly stands, and runs to me and grabs me in a big hug.
"Poppi, I was scared. I don't want to lose my brother."
"I'm sure he'll be fine. It was a bad dream, and from the looks of it, he must have eaten all the leftover cherry pies at McDonald's; this is quite a mess."
"Poppi, I know you and Joey need to be together tonight. I need someone too, but I will go sleep with Tran.
"Thank you for understanding. I love you, my hijo." I kiss him deeply and send him off to be with Tran.
I have to figure out what to do with this horrible mess. I walk to my closet to retrieve a clothes basket, strip the bed down, and put it all in the basket. The sheets may be a lost cause, but I will deal with that in the morning. It's been quite a night.
Joey is sleeping in my bed. I slide into bed, waking Joey up slightly, as I spoon my boy lovingly. Whispering in his ear, I say, "You're safe now."
"I know, dad."
"Care to tell me about the dream?"
"Not tonight, I have a lot on my mind."
"You know you can talk to me about it, we don't have any secrets, Well, you boys have the brother's secret thing, which I really don't like, but I get it."
"Why do I have to work harder than everyone else?"
"What do you mean?"
"Alejandro, well, he's so full of energy, everyone loves him. Tran, he's smart and is always impressing people, but me, well, unless I'm singing or playing, nobody notices me."
"It may seem like that, son, but it's not really like that."
"But, if we are all in a room, everyone seems to go to the others, and not talk to me."
"So you're jealous when other people get attention and you don't?"
"No."
"It sure sounds like you are. They don't get to be on stage. You know, your albums and posters are in every preteen boy and girl's room. People adore you at all hours of the day and night. You just don't hear or see them. I'm sure when you are performing, its nice to get all of the attention, but you shouldn't need that to feel good about yourself. This is all part of growing up."
"Really? But you seem to like it when everyone comes to talk to you."
"Actually, I don't, but I have to be nice to them, so I have learned how to accept it. I'm just an ordinary guy."
"No, you're not!"
"Did you know, that I often think that if it weren't for my boys, nobody would recognize me?"
"Really?"
"Yes, and you know that your brothers are famous because of you, right?"
"But they would be without me too."
"Maybe, but you brought them to the world's attention. You are an amazing boy no matter what, and I'm always proud of you."
"But are you happy with me when I don't perform?"
"You could stop performing now, and nothing would change. I love you, and I think you are a wonderful person. Performing has to be what you want, not what others want."
"Really, so, do I have to do this tour?"
"Yes, son, you promised, and Murphey's always fulfill their promises, but you don't have to do anymore after this if you don't want to."
"I'll think about that. Thank you, dad, thank you for saving me, for feeding me, for making me just Joey." That made me laugh. He's still just a kid, and he's all mine.
The next morning.
At breakfast, Alejandro asks me a question. "Poppi, you showed us the proper way to close the store, but why hasn't it been done?"
"Marco was lazy. He was closing the store early and not doing the tasks that needed to be done. As a result of his early closing, he lost at least one sale, if not more, and customers lost trust in the store. Plus, his employees are getting paid, even though they aren't doing the job we pay them to do. Marco should have managed it better."
"Ba, you were hard on him."
"Maybe I was, but was I justified?"
"Yes, poppi, you were justified. Just like when I work at the food bank, everyone has a job, and if we don't do the job, someone goes hungry. I don't want anyone to go hungry."
"I know, Alejandro, I know. And we are all proud of you for that."
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