FIGMENT

By Wes Leigh

 

This is a work of wild fantasy intended solely for the entertainment of my readers; any resemblance to any real people or places is purely coincidental. This story involves romance and sex between adult men as well as between men and teens and preteens, some incestual. If you are uncomfortable with any of this, please choose another story. 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.

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Chapter Nine

 

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Ellisti nu tel' Eladrin thas nesh Faer nha calinda ent pantendo. Gardinae tel' liani Ath nelluon ent ni'sael.

There are among the Eladrin those for whom magic is capricious and unpredictable. Beware the masters of illusion and trickery.

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D&D that Friday didn't devolve into an orgy. Instead, it was a bit of a mystery.

I began the session by telling the party they received a mysterious summons to visit an abandoned hut in the middle of a swamp. "Inside the hut, you find a witch bent over a musty book, reading the tattered pages and ignoring everything else around her. Her scraggly hair falls forward in a twisted curtain, hiding her face. Her clothing is ragged and filthy. Her hand, extended from the sleeve of her robe, is gnarled, her skin pocked and wrinkled, her fingernails long, curling, and black. She mumbles as she reads, muttering curses and deprecations—"

"What's a deprecation?" Drew asked, wrinkling his brow in confusion.

"She's irritated about something," Trace explained. "Kinda like me calling you numb-nuts because you don't know what a deprecation is."

Drew replied, "Ohhhhh," as he kicked in the direction of Trace's ankle.

I chuckled and continued, "— the witch, for that is what she is, stands up and hobbles to a shelf at the back of the hut, reaching up to grab a potion in one twisted hand. She turns to face the party of adventurers and places the potion on a rickety table. Cackling, she mumbles, `Scared little rat turds, are you? Like all the rest? Or will you drink my brew and be rewarded?' "

Drew wrinkled his nose and asked, "She wants us to drink her potion?"

Rick answered, "Sounds like she does."

Trace asked, "Should we?"

Figment held up one hand and said, "Wait. I'm casting a dispel magic spell, just in case this isn't real."

I leaned forward and said, "As the dispel magic incantation moves through the hut, only the witch changes. Where once there was a bent and warped creature, there is now a beautiful young elf, but not an elven race any of you are familiar with. She has the same pointed ears, but there, the resemblance ends. Her features are more wild, more fairy-like, than the elves of the realm."

Rick asked, "What are you?" adding that he has his sword ready.

"She replies, `I am a fey elf, an illusionist, sent by the King of the Eladrin to find worthy champions willing to travel to the Feywild for a great and noble adventure.' "

Trace grinned and asked, "Will we get to kill lots of creatures?"

"Will we be rewarded with tons of treasure?" Drew asked.

I smiled. "The fey elf illusionist informs you that a terrible foe has invaded her land, a wicked shadowdragon who is killing the unicorns and devouring them whole. The King will pay handsomely to destroy the creature, and he has sent her to find willing champions and bring them back to the Feywild."

Trace shouted, "Hell, yeah, I'll go!"

Drew agreed, "Let's do this."

Figment grinned and asked, "How do we get to the Feywild?"

I pointed a finger at a glass of Mountain Dew on the table in front of me and said, "The fey elf points one long finger at the potion before her. She tells them they must drink it, one swallow each."

Drew giggled; Trace punched him in the arm; Drew grimaced and rubbed his sore shoulder.

I wagged a finger before me in warning. "It is a risk. Is she telling the truth? `There is no other way,' she says, staring intently at each of you, `for the Feywild lies in an entirely different plane of existence, and this potion is the bridge between our two worlds.' "

Rick looked at each of his boys and asked, "Are we doing this?" They nodded. Turning to me, Rick stated, "We each take a swallow."

Drew giggled, pretended to slide an imaginary cock into his cheek, and scooted away from Trace, moving out of range of his brother's punches. I ignored Drew's goofy behavior. So did Trace.

"The potion is vile and makes the stomach churn, the head spin," I explained. "The hut disappears and you find yourselves in an enchanted glade. Standing next to you is the fey elf. She is now dressed in shimmering robes of pearly white and she wears a glittering tiara on her brow." I turned to Drew and added, "A tiara is a small crown."

He grinned. "I know what a tiara is."

I grinned back and continued. "She points at the far side of the glade and begins walking gracefully that direction, leaving the adventurers no option but to follow her. Then she stops suddenly, turns and looks at them intently, and tells them that many of the elves in the land will object—violently—to their presence. They must not continue as they are, but must appear as if they belong here in the Feywild. She weaves her hands before her and casts an illusion upon them. They now appear to be fey elves too, and to their surprise, they are able to speak and understand Eladrae, the dialect of elven that only the fey elves speak."

Trace raised one fist and shouted, "Arta lor saren Kery!"

I paused, staring at Trace. "What was that?"

Rick shook his head at Trace and explained, "He's showing off. It means, `Onward to our foe!' "

"Oh," I replied, raising one eyebrow. "Hearing the barbarian's battle cry, the fey elf nods confidently and strides gracefully forward. The adventurers follow, preparing their weapons and spells for the conflict to come."

 

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The fights that followed were epic, for the shadowdragon had opened a portal from the Shadowfells so that wights, ghasts, and even a vampire were able to invade the Feywild. The party managed to destroy the undead aggressors, but the dragon continued to elude them. We played for four hours, driving the shadowdragon high up onto a mountain, where I decided to call it a night and continue the campaign the next Friday.

"That was SWEET!" Drew exclaimed. "I loved killing the vampire by breathing fire right in his face!"

Trace rolled his eyes. "He's not dead, fart face. He turned into a mist and travelled back to his coffin, wherever that is."

"I don't care," Drew replied. "If he tries coming back next week, I'll burn off his face again!"

"Will the vampire return?" Figment asked.

I wiggled my eyebrows. "Maybe..."

Rick yawned and stretched. "This has been fun, Caleb. You did an amazing job describing the Feywild and its creatures. Simply incredible."

Nodding, I thanked him. "Figment helped, and you guys made it fun for me too, with the way you got into the spirit of it." And they had. It seemed they had enjoyed being fey elf impersonators, and all through the night, they'd spoken in the language of the fey elves, providing translations for me, the only one who apparently wasn't fluid in Eladrae. I had to ask, "How do you guys know so many phrases in the language of the fey elves?"

Rick seemed embarrassed, as if they'd been caught doing something they shouldn't have. "I suppose we got a little carried away, didn't we?"

"No, it was role play at its best, but I'd still love to know how you all speak the language so fluently."

Rick nervously glanced at Figment, then replied, "We learned it one summer, just for fun. You know how much we're into the Feywild, and I found an app that teaches you to speak the language of the fey elves. Seemed silly at the time, but the boys loved it. I didn't know Figment picked up on it, since he wasn't speaking at the time, but I'm glad to see he did."

I nodded. That made sense. It was strange, nerdy and just a bit mysterious, but how else could you explain the fact that Rick and the boys seemed to speak the language of the fey elves as a second tongue? I couldn't help but feel that there was something puzzling about this family, something not quite right.

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Oddly enough, I didn't have a bed full of boys that night. Only Figment slept with me. Drew and Trace slept in their own rooms, enjoying their new beds. Rick slept in his room, alone. I asked Rick if he minded and he simply grinned and told me it would be heaven to not have stinky boys jabbing elbows into his side and other sharp objects into other places. I kissed Rick good night as he headed for his room.

Figment and I took a quick shower together, then dried each other off before climbing into bed.

I turned off the lamp next to the bed and turned to face Figment.

He cuddled against my chest and whispered, "That was fun tonight."

"Did you enjoy it?" I asked. "Even though you knew what the party would be facing?"

He nodded and replied, "It was like visiting home again."

Frowning, I asked, "What do you mean?"

Figment didn't reply right away, but pressed himself tighter against my body and began to shiver slightly.

I wrapped my arms around him and rocked him gently.

He began breathing deeply, and I thought he might have fallen asleep, but then he whispered, "My family isn't who you think they are."

I could feel how tense his body was, so I hugged him against me and whispered, "It's okay, buddy. You don't have to say anything more. Not if it's going to upset you."

He shrugged in my arms and replied, "I owe it to you. You should know the truth." His trembling increased.

A part of me hoped to finally get some solid answers, but not at the expense of Figment's fragile emotions. "Whatever the truth is, you should know I love you and your family, so you can tell me anything and I won't be upset." I hugged him again to emphasize my words.

His quivering continued. He took a deep breath and replied in a rush, "My dad and brothers aren't really fey elves. I lied to you when I told you they were."

I felt relief hearing that. Finally, Figment seemed to be letting go of his fantasies and accepting the reality of his situation. "Funny you should say that. I was beginning to suspect that they might not actually be fey elves." I kissed him playfully on the top of the head and squeezed him gently.

"Well, they aren't," Figment insisted. "They're actually illusions."

"Illusions?"

"Yes. A very powerful fey elf magician created them. They look like humans, but they talk like Eladrin, because the magician speaks Eladrae and sometimes they do too. That's the real reason why they spoke Elvish tonight. It wasn't some app my dad found last year. It's the magician speaking through them. They aren't real. They're just illusions."

I sighed deeply and hugged Figment to my chest. Just when I thought things were getting better with the boy ...

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It took a long time for the two of us to fall asleep. We didn't talk much after Figment's newest revelation, but I held him in my arms and reassured him that I still loved him. He eventually fell asleep, but I couldn't. I kept thinking about what Figment had said. Was it an encouraging sign that he was dropping one fantasy and replacing it with another that was possibly one step closer to reality? I didn't know. I had no clue.

I did wonder if there was a limit to Figment's wild imagination. The boy would make a great Dungeon Master. He was certainly inventive. As creative as I was, maybe more.

And yet ... his peculiar little fantasy about his family started me thinking. How much did I actually know about Rick Altroterra and his three boys? We'd met only a little over a month ago. They were a wonderful family, with a few quirks, but what family doesn't have that? They had made me feel at home with them, right away. They'd welcomed me in and loved me, and frequently made love to me. And all in only a few weeks' time.

That was the key point, wasn't it? We'd known each other for about a month, and I had moved a family of four into my home, no questions asked!

When I thought about it in those terms, I realized this was all moving a bit fast, and I hadn't been thinking things through. Or perhaps, I had been thinking with the horny head between my legs instead.

Damn. Maybe Figment's fey elf magician was real and I had fallen under a charm.

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I suppose there are times when you do something you know you shouldn't, but you can't stop yourself.

While Rick ferried his boys to Saturday swimming practice, piano lessons, and a visit to the local magic shop, I sat down at my computer and searched for the name Altroterra. It was unusual enough that I was certain I'd find information on Rick Altroterra and his sons.

But ... nothing came up.

No record of them in Colorado Springs. No mention of the name at all, anywhere. I found that astonishing, especially in this day and age when you could find out every tiny detail of a person's life simply by typing a name into a search field.

This wasn't adding up, but I didn't have time to think about it. I had to get lunch ready.

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When Rick and the boys got home, I applied the finishing touches to the casserole I was preparing and slid it into the oven.

Rick snuck up behind me, wrapped me in his arms and started nibbling on my neck. "Smells good already," he said, sniffing the air. "How long do we have until it's ready?"

"Forty-five minutes. The salad and dessert are in the fridge, ready to bring out."

"My, oh my. Someone's been busy," Rick said with a grin, pulling my butt back against his hips.

I felt a hard lump in his pants, poking me. I slid my hands down to his hips and pulled him closer. "And someone else is getting frisky," I replied.

"I've been horny since last night. I should have asked you to make love to me before we went to bed."

"I might have said yes," I replied, spinning in his arms and sliding my mouth onto his. His tongue probed my lips, and I sucked him in, loving his taste, as always.

He moaned and pulled away, whispering, "Trace is taking a shower. Drew is reading a new magic book. Figment is practicing on the piano. We could—"

I grabbed his hand and dragged him down the hall to my bedroom, unbuttoning my shirt on the way. I stripped the shirt off and threw it to the side. Turning, I saw Rick with a huge grin on his face, his pants unfastened and down to his knees with a hard cock throbbing in the air before him.

I dropped to my knees and slid my mouth over it, licking and sucking. He was oozing precum already, and I held just the tip in my mouth, pulling out every drop, loving the taste, swallowing it down, and sucking harder. I slid one finger onto his taint and massaged him there, then ran my thumb up the front of his cock, milking out another generous glob of precum.

Delicious!

I worked the tip of my tongue into his piss slit and pressed down, then I licked all around the cap, making Rick groan. I opened my mouth wider and slid lower, taking half his cock into my mouth. I could feel the end pressing against the back of my throat. I pushed, sliding his cock into my throat. I gagged and pushed lower still. My lips touched the curly hairs on his belly. I held myself there, swallowing convulsively.

Rick placed his hands on the back of my head and held me against him, moaning in pleasure.

I pulled off, gasping for air, looking up at Rick with tears in my eyes.

We heard clapping and cheers from the door of my bedroom. Trace was smirking as he leaned against the door frame. Drew was standing next to him, smiling.

Trace sauntered into the room and bent down, helping Rick remove his pants completely. Drew moved next to me and knelt down, reaching for my belt buckle. Like young pages serving their knights, the boys undressed us and guided us to the bed, then stood to one side and watched while we resumed our love-making.

Lying head to toe, Rick and I licked and sucked each other, while Trace and Drew fondled each other at the side of the bed.

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Rick and I enjoyed our appetizer ... each other! Followed by a taste of Drew and Trace when they pulled out their own cocks and eagerly jerked off into our mouths. For illusions, they certainly were tasty.

The timer on the oven went off as we were sucking the last drops from the boys' cocks, so we all hurried into the kitchen, set the table, and served up my casserole.

"Figment," Rick called, "Lunch!"

Figment stopped playing on the piano and came to eat with us, pausing briefly when he saw we were all naked. He shrugged, took off his own clothes and dropped them onto the floor next to the table. Then he slid into a chair and held out his plate to be filled with food.

We hurried through the meal, grinning guiltily at each other. Figment looked from face to face, then smirked. He knew what we'd been doing.

After we finished eating, all five of us returned to my bedroom for our after-lunch snack.

It was fun. Exciting. Stimulating as always. And yet, I found myself holding back slightly. Was I going too far, too fast? Was it wrong to be making passionate love to a man and his sons? Was I fooling myself, thinking all this was okay?

And who was Rick Altroterra? Why couldn't I find anything about him or his family when I searched on-line? How could I have ever imagined that it would be a good idea to invite a stranger and his family to move into my house without learning more about them?

One last question. Am I falling under an enchantment and allowing myself to be carried away?

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Wait. Stop. Honestly, there was no reason for me to start with the paranoia and panic.

First of all, Rick was a wonderful guy. I could see him sleeping on the other side of the bed, napping after our draining love-making session. His face was peaceful and relaxed. His hair was a bit messy—we had been a little wild in our carousing. There was a faint smile on his face, and he was cuddling Drew.

Drew's hair was even messier. His head was tucked under Rick's chin. One arm snaked over Rick, under his arm, and around to his back. Drew was hugging his dad, sleeping peacefully. How many thirteen-year-old boys felt comfortable sleeping in the arms of their dads? How many dads loved their teenagers as much as Rick obviously loved his?

Trace was behind me, one arm thrown across his eyes, gently snoring. His other hand was gripping his soft cock, holding it like a favorite toy. He was slightly plumped up, testimony to his endless hormones. I was certain I could take his cock in my mouth and begin sucking him, and he'd be rock hard in seconds, thrusting away and depositing yet another load in my mouth.

Figment was sleeping in front of me, holding my cock in his fist, squeezing it in his sleep. His eyelids were flickering, and I tried to imagine what he was dreaming about. His own cock was throbbing, so I could well imagine he was enjoying a happy dream.

I touched his soft cheek, stroking the amazingly smooth skin. What a beautiful boy he was. All three of the boys were handsome, Trace with that rugged masculinity of early manhood, Drew with the budding development of a body well into puberty. But Figment, though he shared the other boys' good looks, was uniquely attractive to me. I couldn't say why. His features were elegant, almost feminine, perhaps slightly androgynous.

No, that wasn't it. He was definitely masculine in appearance, but with perfect lines like a sculpture.

Or, like an elf. A fey elf. His ears even had the tiniest of points on the tips. If those points were longer, curved, as elegant as the rest of his features, there would be no question in my mind that I was holding a young fey elf in my arms.

Figment's eyelids fluttered. His eyes opened and widened in surprise when he realized he was holding my cock in his fist. He released his grip, but I moved his hand back and smiled. "I don't mind. You can hold it."

He grinned and squeezed. "It's soft."

Chuckling, I replied, "It's been squirting a lot today. More than it's used to, so it's taking a nap. Might be a while before it wakes up. But I see you're wide awake." I pointed at his throbbing boner.

He looked down and giggled. "I'm always hard. Do you like it?"

"Very much. It's a very nice boner."

"Do you like it as much as my dad's? I mean, you and I are soulmates, so ..." His voice trailed off.

I stopped smiling, suddenly concerned. I detected a hint of jealousy in Figment's question, and I didn't want to hurt him with a careless answer. How do you respond to a question like that? I'd never been in a situation remotely similar to this one, so it hadn't crossed my mind that Figment might be looking at us as dedicated boyfriends who occasionally had wild sex with his dad and brothers. I really didn't know how to respond, so I decided to answer Figment as honestly as I could.

"Figment, the truth is I love all of you, but in different ways. It's ... well, it's like your description of the fey elves, with each one having the personality of a different season of the year. Being with your family is like experiencing every season of the year all at once. I enjoy each one, because I love the variety."

His voice trembled slightly as he asked, "You don't love me more?"

I lowered my voice and whispered, "Can you keep a secret?"

He nodded, looking up at me with his beautiful green eyes.

"I love your father and Trace and Drew, but I love you, little Figment, the very most of all."

He smiled, suddenly happy. Then he giggled and asked, "Do you love my boner most of all?"

"It is my favorite boner in the world," I replied, taking it between my thumb and finger and stroking slowly.

"And my butt? Do you like my butt best?"

"I do. Your butt is beyond comparison, definitely the best I've ever squeezed."

He frowned, as if trying to think of something else to ask. Then he puckered his lips and asked, "Are my lips the best?"

I nodded. "My absolute favorite for kissing!" I leaned in and gently pecked his lips with my own. "And I'll tell you something more. I love your eyes too. They are the most enchanting, fascinating, mesmerizing eyes in all the world."

Figment seemed thrilled to hear that. "Then it's okay if you love my dad and brothers too, as long as you love me the best."

I pulled him to my chest and hugged him. His warm breath caressed my cheek as I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

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I'll admit it became a bit of an obsession with me. When Rick was at work and the boys were at school, I searched the Internet for information on the Altroterras.

The name itself was hard to place. It sounded Italian or Spanish, but I couldn't find it listed in surname indexes. Genealogy programs couldn't place it. No one had ever heard of them.

Public school records were generally not accessible, so I didn't bother checking on the boys, but I was able to look into something Rick had mentioned a couple of weeks back. He'd commented in passing about earning a degree from the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, but when I checked, it was once again a dead end, with no record of anyone named Rick or Richard Altroterra attending the school. No one at all with that last name, in fact.

I hated to admit it, but I even spent a little time looking through their bedrooms, searching for anything I could use to track down the family's history. I guess my conscience got the better of me, because I had a strange premonition at one point. I was standing in the doorway of Drew's bedroom, looking around the room, and it seemed as if the furniture in the room wavered and disappeared, to be replaced with the bookshelves and desk that were in the room before Drew moved in. I felt panic rising in my stomach, suddenly realizing what it would be like if Drew and the others disappeared from my life and left me struggling with the lonely existence I was living before.

I made myself stop nosing around in their rooms, but I went back to checking on-line for any evidence of where the Altroterra family came from. When Rick got home from work, I was still searching. And frustrated.

Rick waved as he headed down the hall. "I stink," he said. "Going straight into the shower!"

I waved back and closed down the computer. Because my investigation was going nowhere, I only had one option. I got up and followed Rick to his bedroom, where he was stripping off his clothes and tossing them into a hamper.

"Can we talk while you shower?" I asked.

"Sure," he answered, looking up at me with a suggestive smile, wiggling his hips from side to side so his slightly chubbed-up cock swung seductively back and forth.

I pulled my eyes back up to his face. Now was not the time to be hypnotized by his sexy body.

He saw the determined look I was giving him and stopped smiling. "Is something wrong?" he asked.

I took a deep breath and said, "This may sound a little creepy, but I realized that I don't really know you that well."

He nodded. "That's true. We've just met, but we seem to be getting along great."

"We are," I admitted, "and this is where the creepy part comes in. I started getting curious about you and some of the things you've told me, so I did some checking."

Rick's face fell.

"You know what I'm about to say, don't you?" I asked.

He nodded. "You found out I didn't go to MIT, right?"

"Why did you lie to me, Rick?"

He sat on the edge of the bed and ducked his head. "I don't know why, Caleb. It was a stupid thing to do, but you're a successful businessman and an accomplished author. I'm just a computer nerd who happens to have a talent for programming. I guess I wanted to impress you, so I said I graduated from MIT." He finally looked up at me and grimaced. "I'm sorry, Caleb."

I walked over and sat down next to him. "There's more, Rick."

He gulped and looked at me. "What else is there?"

"I can't find any public record on you or your boys. It's like you guys didn't exist before you came here to Colorado Springs."

Rick reached for my hand, carefully taking it in his own. "I'm sorry, but I can't explain that, Caleb. I'm not allowed. But I hope you'll trust me." He looked at me, his blue eyes sparkling, casting a spell over me once again. "I know I'm asking a lot, Caleb, but I assure you that my boys and I love you with all our hearts. You've taken us in and given us a chance to love you back, and we're not gonna stop doing that."

I gulped and looked down at his hand holding mine. So that was the only answer I was going to get? Well, I had only two choices. Trust Rick and love him. Or kick him out along with the boys I'd come to adore as my own.

I leaned over and kissed Rick on the cheek.

I wrinkled my nose and asked, "How does a computer programmer get so stinky at work?"

"Had to unload and unpack new servers," he answered with a smirk. "Earned my pay today!"

I stood up and pulled him to his feet, smacking him on the hip and pushing him toward the shower.

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I knew the decision I had to make. They were a part of me now, and I couldn't bear the thought of having them leave, so I couldn't kick them out. Still, my stomach churned with uncertainty. Altroterra probably wasn't their real name, I decided. They must be in some kind of witness protection program. Maybe they had stumbled upon a serious crime and gone into hiding. Or worse, maybe they were on the run themselves, and I was harboring fugitives from the law.

Whoever said `ignorance is bliss' is full of shit.

Somehow, someway, I had to learn the truth, just so I could stop imagining all kinds of crazy nonsense and accept them as I had begun to think of them ... as my family.

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I didn't talk much at dinner that night. I had a lot to think about. I'm sure they all knew I was upset about something, but they didn't say a word. I excused myself before dessert, mumbling something about needing to go for a drive and sort out my thoughts.

As I opened the door to the garage, I heard the pattering of footsteps behind me. It was Figment, running to catch up to me.

He took my hand, looked me in the eye, and begged, "Please, can I go with you?"

"Why do you want to go, Figment?"

"You need to think. Maybe I can help."

I sighed. I really wanted to be alone, but it was impossible for me to refuse this boy who had stolen my heart. "Okay. Come on."

He grinned and opened the door for me, following me out into the garage and closing the door behind us.

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Figment didn't say anything as I drove out of the city, headed up to a scenic overlook I often visited when I wanted to think. It was beautiful up here. The mountains rose behind you, the city lights twinkled below. You felt far enough away from everything that you were able to find perspective on your life, or at least that's how it worked for me.

As I stared at the city lights, Figment unbuckled his seat belt and lay down with his head in my lap. I stroked his hair while he rubbed my thigh.

Fact. I didn't know where Rick and his family came from. I didn't know their past. I didn't know why they didn't HAVE a past.

Fact. I did know Rick as a person. He was kind, gentle, generous, sweet, and sexy. Whenever I was with him, I felt relaxed and loved. As a father, I couldn't fault him. He obviously adored his boys and did everything he could to encourage and comfort them. I couldn't believe that he would be involved with something nefarious or dangerous. It just didn't fit with the man I was beginning to love.

Fact. All three boys were terrific, each in their own way. Even without knowing what their mysterious past was, I could tell a lot about Rick by looking at his boys. Trace was an amazing big brother who sometimes lost his cool with his annoying siblings, but generally watched over them and protected them. Drew was a little snot, but his pranks were designed to cheer everyone up, never hurting anyone. And Figment ...

Little Figment, lying with his head in my lap, staring up at me ...

Fact. I loved Figment. I loved holding him, touching him, tickling him, and being delightfully naughty with him.

Okay.

Fact. Whatever I didn't know about Rick Altroterra and sons, it didn't matter nearly as much as what I did know. I loved them. They loved me. And I couldn't bear the thought of losing Figment or any of them.

Figment was still resting his head in my lap. He turned his head and looked up at me, nuzzling my groin gently with his cheek. He grinned impishly and placed his hand on my crotch, searching for my cock until he found it. He squeezed and massaged, causing me to bone up.

"Is this okay?" he asked.

I nodded, so he unsnapped my jeans and lowered the zipper. Searching around inside my pants, he managed to work my cock out into the open. He pulled it down and licked all around the head, his small tongue teasing me and making me shiver. He looked up at me, grinned, and started sucking on just the tip.

I stroked the side of his face, marveling once again at the softness of his cheek.

He stopped sucking my cock and whispered, "By the way, I love your cock the best too." Then he started in again, licking and slurping.

I moaned and closed my eyes, giving in to the incredible sensation of Figment's intimate tender care.

Fact. I had to take be there for Figment, no matter what.

The end of Chapter Nine of FIGMENT