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Chapter 3

Sylvester Morganstern

(Father: Richard Morganstern; Mother: Diedre Fray;
Step-father: Damien Goodjohn; Step-mother: Alison Bloomington;
Half-brother: Aslan Goodjohn; Step-brother: Harrison Goodjohn;
Scott Wellesley: the father of youth club member Jayden)

 

Sylvester's father was Richard Morganstern but sadly Richard died when Sylvester was just 28 months old. Sylvester's mother's maiden name was Diedre Fray. Diedre married Damien Goodjohn only a few months after Richard died, 5 weeks before Sylvester's 3rd birthday. In due course, when Sylvester was 4¾ years of age, Diedre gave birth to Damien's first son, Aslan. Sadly Diedre then died, in a road accident, just two days after Sylvester's 7th birthday. Damien now had the care of two young children and, while he tried his best, he realised that he needed, either the help of a Nanny or to find a wife. After two years and three nannies, he met Alison Bloomington; after dating Alison, for about 6 months, he wed Alison and a year later, Alison gave birth to Damien's second son, Harrison. Sylvester now found himself, at 10½ years of age, the eldest child, in a family of three children, where neither of the parents, looking after him, were his blood relatives; the only blood relative, in the house, was his 5¾‑year‑old half-brother, Aslan, the apple of his father's eye.

 

Sylvester lived in Havelock, in mid-North Ontario, and his favourite summer activities were when he went to enjoy water sports on Round Lake, just 5 miles north of Havelock. With younger children to look after, Damien and Alison were very glad when Sylvester made contact with the local youth club; they had a boat shed, on Round Lake, where they had canoes, kayaks, skiffs, dinghies and inflatables. Through training and testing, it was first assured that the boys could swim for at least 100 metres, and could tread water; after that, they were trained in the use of all the different types of boats that the club had. Sylvester joined the club a few weeks after his 11th birthday, which had been on May 16th, 2019; Damien and Alison even gave Sylvester, as one of his birthday presents, the joining fee, and first-year membership charge, for the youth club. They told Sylvester, though, that he would have to earn the second‑ year charge, which was $30, through doing his chores and running errands, for folks around town, over the coming year.

 

Sylvester passed the swimming tests very quickly and he enjoyed a very pleasurable summer of 2019. He spent 3 or 4 days a week at the lake, but he kept on top of his chores and earned $8, by the end of September 2019, through the doing of errands, just as Damien had told him to do. With the onset of colder weather, the lake began to freeze, and the boatshed was locked up, for the Winter; it would not open again until May 1st, 2020. The club had a hall, and gym, in town, but it only opened on Friday evenings and Saturdays from 8.45 a.m. to 3.45 p.m. Sylvester enjoyed the Friday evening get-togethers, but Saturday was when he could often pick up change through doing errands, so he missed out on the Judo Club, and the Weightlifting Class.

 

This lack of activity, at the youth club, all meant that he began to get under the feet of Damien and Alison, and they would often become very angry with him; they would then send him to go take a walk to cool off, so to say. These walks did help him develop a good level of fitness, but some of those evenings were very cold and after a short while, maybe only 20 minutes, he would want to seek shelter. He had a good woollen hat, gloves and scarf on, plus a good anorak, which was a Christmas present in 2018, but he often still felt very cold, by the end of his walk. His `parents' always told him to stay away for at least an hour. One evening, early in November, it began to snow, and despite having good boots on, his feet began to feel very cold: he was, also, due to the light snow covering up his landmarks; he thus became a little lost.

 

He eventually found himself quite some way from home, but fortunately recognised a particularly large tree, which he had seen when his parents had organised a joint birthday party with another member of the youth club, who had been born exactly the same day as he had. Jayden, and his father, had only moved to Havelock a few months before the 11^th birthday, which Jayden had in common with Sylvester. Though neither Sylvester, nor Jayden, were yet members of the youth club (by chance that happened on the same day in June 2019, Friday the 7th), word, somehow, got around that they had the same birthday and so Damien contacted Scott and the party was arranged for the Saturday nearest May 16th, that was two days after the actual birthday, but both boys were just happy enough to have a party. Scott was insistent on having the party at his place, as he knew Damien and Alison had two younger children, who would not fit in well at a 12-year-olds joint party. Everything was therefore arranged and a happy event, attended by just a dozen boys plus Jayden and Sylvester, was enjoyed by all.

 

Though Jayden and Sylvester joined the youth club on the same day, their interests did not completely match and so, while they were friendly towards each other, they didn't become best buds, so to say. Anyway, it was now nearly 9.30 in the evening, of Friday 15th November, just on two hours after Sylvester had been sent out, on one of his now very regular punishment walks. Back home at Sylvester's place, Alison, who at least sometimes showed a certain level of motherly care towards Sylvester, said, to Damien, "I wonder where Sylvester has got to?" In response, Damien, in his normal off-hand manner, answered, "Oh, he's probably sulking in a nearby shed, he'll come back soon, bad-penny that he is."

 

Meanwhile, halfway across town, Sylvester was shivering like mad, his hands were turning red, and his vision was beginning to blur. He staggered to Jayden's door, a door he had only ever been through once before, and made a fairly weak knock on the door, with the brass knocker. The extra weight of the knocker made sure that Jayden, who was just going upstairs to the toilet, in his ensuite, heard the fairly feeble knock. As it was after dark he turned the porch light on, and looked through the peephole, after briefly focussing on the lowly lit torch, he quickly saw that it was Sylvester, he called out to his Dad, who was in the adjacent lounge room, "Dad, come quick, it's Sylvester and he doesn't look at all well!"

 

Before Scott could arrive at the door, Jayden had opened the door and helped his birthdate twin into the hallway. Scott quickly picked the frail Sylvester up, as though he only weighed as much as a 5-year-old. Scott then asked Jayden to go to the kitchen and quickly make a hot Milo for Sylvester (they had learnt, at the joint birthday party, that Sylvester really liked Milo); it is important to note that Scott would never have told Jayden to do that `errand', their relationship was more like that of two adult friends, rather than father and son. Less than a minute after Sylvester had virtually collapsed into Scott and Jayden's house, Scott had carried him to the lounge settee and wrapped him in a blanket. Within another minute Jayden had brought the Milo, there was an InSinkErator® instant hot water dispenser in the kitchen, and Jayden was drinking it. With Scott on Sylvester's right and Jayden on the left, they wrapped their arms around Sylvester and cuddled up to him tightly. Scott had learnt the importance of mutual body warmth when he studied First Aid at his work, where he was the registered First Aid attendant, for that small business. Scott and Jayden were also not phased by this close cuddling, as they had done a First Aid Course at the youth club. There was a good strong log fire burning in the lounge room and, after about 20 minutes, Sylvester was showing more life. Jayden excused himself while he went for that delayed wee, while Scott encouraged Sylvester to lay back on his chest, while he continued to embrace the young man.

 

Jayden came back a few minutes later. He had changed into his fleecy flannelette pyjamas and had brought down a second pair for Sylvester, as well as a pair of warm slippers and a giant warm towel. Jayden was a naturally thoughtful boy. Sylvester's top clothes were quite wet and cold: he had no hesitation into taking his shoes and socks off and giving himself, assisted by Jayden, a good rubdown with the warm towel. Sylvester then changed into the proffered pyjamas and slippers; his thermals were only slightly damp; they were already drying, due to the warmth coming from the fire, so he kept them on.

 

It was now 10.15 p.m. and Scott finally felt that he could gently ask Jayden about why he was out so late on a cold, snowy evening. With tears welling to his eyes, in response to the level of care, for him, as a person, which he had not experienced since the death of his mother, 5½ years earlier, Sylvester proceeded to explain, between tears, sobs, and brief cyanotic spells, about the regular punishment walks and that, this evening, because of the snow, he had got lost, and when nearly at the end of his tether, he had stumbled into Jayden's short driveway and had nigh-on crawled his way to their door. Scott and Jayden listened carefully, and did not interrupt Jayden, at all: inside, though, they were both feeling quite livid. Once Sylvester finally stopped talking, Scott spoke up. He was feeling very strong feelings inside, but he simply said, "I think that I should call your stepparents and tell them that you would be staying here for the night and he would bring Sylvester back home in the morning." When he called Sylvester's house, it was fortunate that Alison answered the phone, she was pleased that Sylvester was safe and she said that it was OK if he came back the next day, or even Sunday, if he was still not so well. Jayden was very pleased that he was going to have his first sleepover buddy, since coming to Havelock, and Scott also seemed, maybe to an extent that Sylvester found to be a little surprising, was quite happy for Sylvester to stay for the weekend: he promised Alison that he would bring Sylvester back home, at about 4.00 p.m., on Sunday, and said goodnight in closing the call.

 

 

It was now 10.30 in the evening, Sylvester was exhausted, and Jayden was also quite tired. Sylvester asked where the toilet was and Jayden led him to the downstairs convenience. When Sylvester returned to the lounge room, Jayden explained that there were only two beds in the house, both King Size; one in Scott's room and one in Jayden's room. He offered to help Sylvester set up a warm bed on the settee, but Sylvester, who had been enjoying the cuddles, said he would prefer to sleep in Jayden's bed, where he was sure that Jayden's embracing arms would continue to warm him up, and make him feel better. Jayden smiled inwardly and they went up the wide stairs, side by side, hand in hand and, after Jayden had appropriately turned the bed covers back, they fell into bed together. Virtually before Jayden had time to pull the duvet, and blankets, up over them both, and then turned out the bedside light, Sylvester had nodded off. Jayden, thinking Sylvester was already fast asleep, gave Sylvester a tender smooch, right on his lips, which lasted about 5 seconds; he then wrapped his arms around his birthday-twin and fell asleep; two pre-teenage boys arm-in-arm, and both very happy, with one of them also experiencing a special feeling of being safe, for the first time in many years.

 

In the middle of the night, Sylvester had to go to the toilet. Fortunately, just before he had dropped into the bed, some hours earlier, he had noticed that Jayden's room had an en-suite. He was there and back in a couple of minutes and looked lovingly down upon Jayden. Just like Jayden had earlier, in respect of Sylvester, this time it was the other way round, and Sylvester duly returned the special facial caress. At about 6.30 a.m., on Saturday morning, they both woke up in response to the sound of Winter Finches, out in the garden. Each thinking they had surprised the other, they both said, nigh on in unison, "What was that kiss you gave me last night, about?" Again, virtually in unison, they both said, "Coz, I love you, silly." By now they were both in a sitting position, on the large bed, which almost drowned two young men, of 12 years old. Suddenly they both fell forward, lightly, and gracefully embraced each other. Within seconds they were French kissing.

 

After a short while, they came up for air, and Jayden spoke, "I have loved you ever since our joint birthday party, but being a new boy in town, I didn't push the point." Sylvester responded similarly, by saying that he knew Jayden was new in town, and he hadn't wanted to scare him. They then hugged each other again and started quietly laughing, A few minutes later, Sylvester asked, "Do you have any idea what two gay boys do together, because that is obviously what we both are?" Jayden smiled, and leant under his bed, to pull out a big, but shallow drawer, "Voila, Gay Sex for pre-teenagers 101". Sylvester's eyes boggled, he had never seen such beautiful pictures, some in colour, most in black and white. He also quickly saw that some of the pictures had Jayden naked, and in bed, the very bed they were lying on, with his father, Scott.

 

He couldn't hold back any longer, he slipped his hand into Jayden's fly and pulled out the now half-hard cock that he found there. Jayden was uncircumcised and Sylvester started stroking this treasure. He had been stroking his own circumcised cock, for over two years now, as it made him feel good, but this was the first time he had played with another boy's cock. Jayden then encouraged Sylvester, "Bend down and suck it, but be careful with your teeth."

 

Sylvester duly bent over and started sucking. Within a few minutes, they had shuffled around to be lying side by side, with each other's mouths just inches from each other's, now quite hard, cocks. Just before he took Sylvester's cock into his mouth, Jayden said, "This is known as Onanie, or Onanism. Remember to lick me up and down, lick my piss slit, and take both balls into your mouth, while giving them a good sucking." They carried on this play for about half an hour, and both came in each other's mouths with five small globs of 12-year-old spunk. Jayden then turned around and faced Sylvester, face to face again, after which they exchanged a long spunk filled french kiss.

 

By now, it was nearly 7.45 a.m. and Jayden suggested that they go downstairs for breakfast. They tidied themselves up, it was, in fact, more a tidying up of each other, and Jayden, once again, came to the rescue, by making a loan, to Sylvester, of his spare dressing gown. Just after 8 a.m. Scott appeared, the boys had already had their cereal, and Jayden had made some toast for all of them, so Scott arrived at a nice presentation of four slices of toast, a selection of Pat's Preserves' jams, jellies, and preserves, including Scott's favourite, Sweet and Tangy Pepper Jelly, plus a very large glass of Orange Juice. The boys also had two slightly small glasses of OJ, one for each of them, plus Peanut Butter and Honey (the Honey was actually from Scott's own hives, as he was an amateur beekeeper and sold what he didn't need at the fortnightly local produce market in town, which occurred every other Sunday [from 9.00 a.m. to 2.00 p.m.])

 

After each of them had had one slice of toast, Jayden popped down off his breakfast stool, and went up close to his father; he then whispered, into Scott's ear, that Sylvester had seen the photos, demonstrated quite clearly he was gay and probably up for some more fun after breakfast Scott beamed a smile at Sylvester and said, "So, young man, I hear you've learnt the family secret." Ar first, Sylvester was a bit confused, but then the penny dropped and he said, "Yes, Scott, and I'd like to learn a lot more, before you take me back home tomorrow." Scott guffawed and simply said, "You'll sure do that, boy, you'll surely do that!". They all finished breakfast quite quickly and Scott said, "Jayden, you go upstairs now; get yourself, and Sylvester, ready for Daddy." Sylvester smiled, and Jayden simply said, `Yes, Sir", as he lead Sylvester back up to his bedroom.

 

Once they were in the bedroom, Jayden addressed Sylvester by saying, "Hopefully you noticed that I called Scott, my father, "Sir". For the next few hours, you and I will only address my father as "Daddy" or "Sir", take my lead as to when to use which word. On the other side of the bed, from where he had the photographs drawer, he opened another drawer. In there were various things, many of which Sylvester had never even imagined existed.

 

 

Jayden instructed Sylvester that they were now, slowly, to undress each other, with lots of caresses, and brief, but regular, pullings on each other's cock, plus, once they were `available', smart pinches of each other's nipples. The first step, he said, was to pull each other's cock out through their flys. Over the next few minutes, the plan was followed through, and, very soon, two naked friends were standing looking at each other. They then twirled for each other and were each duly impressed, with the looks of the other. Jayden now bent down into the special drawer and took out a couple of special leather underpants, a couple of collars (both studded with bright glass beads, which looked like diamonds), and a douche kit, They then walked into the en-suite, into the double shower and proceeded to wash each other, all over, paying particular attention to each other's cock and arse. After they had dried each other off, Jayden explained that they must now clean out each other's arse. Jayden said he would do Sylvester first, and then Sylvester could return the favour. It was a funny feeling being filled, up there, with soapy water, but Jayden was careful and eventually, Sylvester came to enjoy the process. After he had emptied his now watery bowels down the toilet, Jayden wiped his arse hole thoroughly, whilst checking for any small spots. Jayden then stamped his forehead with a large Green C, using a rubber stamp. Sylvester then did Jayden. Afterwards, Jayden put a collar around Sylvester's neck, and Sylvester put a collar around Jayden's neck. They then dressed each other with the special underpants, which each had a big hole where the arse would be, and a cage device where the cock would go. In all of this, Sylvester just followed Jayden's example. Jayden then briefly went out to the hallway, and made a special tapping signal on the balustrade. He then stepped, briskly, back into the bedroom and lay face down on the bed, Sylvester followed immediately. Jayden took Sylvester's hand and told him to be strong, Sylvester didn't fully understand why, but he had an inkling, and he soon learnt fast.

 

A short while later a masked man entered the room; the boys could see he was masked, because there was a mirror, at the head of Jayden's bed, and they were both looking at it. The man asked the boys what they were doing there. Jayden replied, "I ask to be punished for my wrong deeds of the last week, even though I may not realise what they were, Sir", and then Sylvester said the same. The man then said, "Get ready for me to do my best, and your worst." He scooped up two butt plugs from the drawer of toys and pressed them hard into the two boy's arses. "Hold them in there well, you scamps, otherwise it will be the worse, for you. The man then picked up a leather whip and gave each boy fifteen good strokes. After he had finished Jayden, followed by Sylvester, said, "Thank you, Sir, for giving us our just desserts." The man then told the boys to stay on the bed but also said that they might inspect each other's wounds and comfort each other.

 

About 20 minutes later, a second man came in, and told them to resume their face down position. The man told the boys that they each had nice tight bums and then he asked them what boy's arses are for. Jayden sparked up and said, "The prime purpose of a boy's arse, and bum, is to give pleasure, to their masters. The boy's arse is his `boy-cunt' and he must always be ready to have it fucked and played with, and he should also always be ready to have his bum punished with any tools that his master chooses." Sylvester was now getting the hang of this game and he replied, with a description of one of his fantasies, "The good boy whore should always be expecting that he might be double, or even triple, penetrated in his shit-chute, or, as Jayden said, his boy-cunt."

 

"Good answers, both of you". A second masked man then entered the room. They walked forward and lifted their chosen `victim, up on all fours. They lubed up their victim's arse, and their cocks; each man then speared his victim with his big cock, both of them were 10" long. Jayden was fairly used to all this, but Sylvester screamed a bit; the man fucking him said, "That's it bitch, take my cock up your tight arse!" After a while, they swapped the boys and carried on, until they came and filled their boy's arse, with cum. Over the next two hours, four more pairs pounded little Jayden and Sylvester; at the end, four guys came in (two pairs), each pair proceeded to DP each boy.

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The first man then returned, thanked the boys and told them it was now 12.30 p.m. and that they were free to remove the special underwear and collars. Jayden and Sylvester quietly said, "Thank you, Daddy" and locked the bedroom door after `Daddy' had left. Both boys were really crying by now and simply fell into each other's arms to comfort each other. They slept soundly until about 5.00 p.m. After they woke up, Jayden told Sylvester that he had earned $3,000 for his morning's work, but the money would be kept, for him, in a special investment account, until he turned 18; Scott managed this account. Jayden told Sylvester that he had been doing these films for just over a year now, and he had already earned $62,000 including interest and that Scott gave him a monthly statement on the 15th day of each month.

 

On Sunday, the boys just hung out, like any other two 12-year-old, Canadian boys. They slept together on Saturday night, of course, and they did do a lot of kissing and hugging, but nothing else. Though the `hanging-out' was fairly normal on Sunday, the two boys were naked most of the day, while upstairs in the bedroom, and Jayden taught Sylvester the joys of gentle, sensual gay massage and tantric gay sex. As he had promised, Scott took Sylvester home on Sunday afternoon, and the car arrived at Sylvester's house at 2 minutes to 4. Jayden and Sylvester had said their teary words of Au Revoir, in Jayden's bedroom, before they both got dressed (Scott had washed and dried all of Sylvester's clothes, which he had been wearing when he had arrived on Friday) and then he walked down the stairs, on his own, and out to the car, in which Scott was already waiting. Sylvester now began to see Jayden more regularly and made three more sex movies, through which he began to become more knowledgeable about, and more proficient in, all aspects of gay sex, including a particularly good one on the boys' birthday eve, Friday 15th May, 2020. Damien and Alison, though not fully realising why, of course, had seen how close the friendship, between Sylvester and Jayden, had grown, and so, as the birthday was a Saturday, they allowed Sylvester to go to Jayden's place for a sleepover; wow, was that some sleepover - the boys earned $10,000 each for that very special film.

 

 

At home, the punishment walks became more frequent, though Damien and Alison had learnt their lesson, a little, and they mostly now occurred before dark, and on the weekends during the afternoons. On the afternoon of Saturday 27th June, 2020, for a reason that Sylvester didn't even understand (it seemed that Damien and Alison were beginning to enjoy imposing these punishments, they were, in truth, simply bullying the boy), he was sent on yet another walk. It was quite a warm day, and so it was only 2.00 p.m.; Sylvester therefore only wore underwear, socks, training shoes, shorts and a polo shirt. He was not at Round Lake, this weekend, due to another punishment, in which Damien and Alison had stopped him from going there this weekend.

 

He trudged on out, and today he found himself ambling along in the grass verge of the road to Norwood, which was the Trans-Canadian Highway. He began to reflect on his life. Though he was really enjoying his relatively new friendship with Jayden, and the variety of gay sex, which that entailed, his home life was sheer hell - constant punishment, no encouragement and always smaller food portions than his younger `siblings'. Just as he passed a sign to a small road, named 12 Line, he slipped over in the grass and fell into a puddle. He was a little shaken, but, mainly, his skimpy summer clothes were sodden, and, despite the warmth of a good summer afternoon, he began to shiver a little. He had already walked about 4 miles from home, and he should have turned back, but he thought, "What the heck, it's a nice afternoon, I'm going on, and the exercise will dry my clothes. I have some dollars in my pocket, I can catch a bus back." He was still musing on his future, "I know I'm only 12, but Jayden, and his friends, think I'm attractive. I've heard of boys my age keeping themselves alive, in big cities, by being rentboys." A short while later he saw a distances' sign, which showed that Toronto was just 102 miles away. He thought, "I'll miss Jayden, but I need to get away from Damien and Alison; Aslan is Damien's son, so I'm sure he'll be OK. I'm going for it, Toronto, HERE I COME!" Fortunately, the Trans-Canadian Highway, alongside which he was walking, went straight to Toronto, so he shouldn't get lost.

 

He was fortunate enough to have been given a watch, by Alison, for his 12th birthday and when, a little later, he looked at it, he saw that it was already 5.45 p.m. He was beginning to feel a little tired, his clothes were still a little damp, and he thought to himself, "They might be looking for me by now. I DON'T want to go back. I must find a warm place to hide, and get some rest." Less than 2 miles further on, he spotted a new haystack of early-season hay, about 100 yards off the road. He climbed the fence and wandered over. The stack was quite large and he found a way to make a small hole, in the stack, and crawl in - he left a small hole, so he could still see outside and snuggled down; he was fast asleep before he knew it. A few hours later he woke up, still feeling quite weary, but he needed to pee. He stepped out of his `nest', opened his flies, and pulled out his willy, which was softly hard; he made a good full pee and then burrowed back into his self-made cradle. Having emptied his bladder, his cock started to stiffen, as he gently stroked it.

 

 

He took his shoes and trousers off, folded the trousers up so he could have a soft spot for his bare bum, and then took his red undies off (one of his 12^th-birthday presents from Jayden). He lay back and wanked his cock, thinking of his best friend, Jayden and all the lovely gay sex they had had during the last year. After only about 10 minutes, he shot ten full globs of spunk, over the hay, and pulled his undies and shorts back on. As he began to drop off to sleep, he dreamily thought about how he would get to Toronto. He realised that his deadbeats would probably now be looking for him; he would have to stay hidden, if he were to succeed in his goal of reaching Toronto. He decided that he needed to travel mostly by dark but he would also have to find some food. He decided he would walk until no later than 9.00 a.m. and set out around about 7.00 p.m. each day. He hadn't yet reached Norwood, which was only about 1½ miles away. He could see, from his glow-in-the-dark watch, that it was now 3.45 a.m. He decided to take another snooze, arise at about 7.00 a.m., and then walk into Norwood, to shop at Foodland, Norwood, which, he happened to know, opened at 8.00 a.m. He had only been away from home for less than a day, so he didn't yet look that scruffy, a condition which he knew would draw attention to himself, and lead to questions that he didn't want to answer. He happened to have $20 in his pocket, so he decided that he would buy a large loaf of bread, a block of hard cheese and a small jar of peanut butter, plus a recycle bag. After that, he would walk on out of Norwood and seek a new hiding spot. This plan was successfully accomplished and he soon saw what looked like a slightly run-down barn; he wandered in there. He found a few horse blankets, one of the more sound bits of barn wall and made another small, hard to see, roost, for a slightly lonely, but happy, AND FREE, 12-year-old human boy.

 

He ate a small, but sufficient, breakfast, had another good piss, and lay down to sleep. He didn't wake again until 5.45 p.m. He ate another adequate meal and tried to tidy himself up; he had a look around for a tap, which he was fortunate enough to find. He had a good drink and made a good effort at washing his face and hands. He also took off his shirt and washed his armpits, and then took his shorts and undies off, and gave his cock, balls and groin a good wash; his experiences, with Jayden, had taught him the importance of groin hygiene. He found a slightly thinner blanket to suit, in this situation, as a towel. By a few minutes before 7.00 p.m., he was ready and got himself back to the road. Little did he know, as he started out, that this night would nearly be his last.

 

He arrived at the road, and headed south-west. He tried to keep to the shadows, and, in this, was his undoing. After about 10 miles, and just as it was beginning to become really dark, he fell into a much larger puddle, which was in a quite deep hole. Fortunately, he kept good hold of his shopping-bag, and held the food above the water. He threw the bag out of the hole, was happy to hear it land quite close by and, fortunately, the jar did not break. He did then climb out of the hole, after a 30-minute effort. He was quite badly scratched up, he was clearly bleeding from a couple of spots on his arms, not too adversely, but clearly in need of a basic bandage. Sylvester was a resident of northern climes, and, unlike his southern `cousins', always wore a singlet. Just now the bleeding was more important, than his singlet; accordingly, he took off the singlet, so that it could be used as a make-do bandage. He was very tired and just sat there shivering; after less than an hour, he began to lose consciousness and, despite no longer being an active Christian, drew on his memories from those first seven years, with his mother, Diedre, to say his last prayers.

Jesus heard those prayers, from his young child, and sent the only rescuer he could, Clive, who we last met in Chapter 1; he arrived just in time. When Clive `rescued' Sylvester, that scared little boy was probably less than half an hour from death, or at least severe frostbite: Clive just happened to be driving his truck along this remote section of Canadian highway, between Norwood and Peterborough, in Ontario. By chance, the spot, where Sylvester had fallen, was near the top of a slight hill, and Clive had his high beam headlights on; Clive was a good driver, and kept himself alert at all times; deer, and moose, were a constant hazard. On this occasion, though, he saw a small boy who was clearly in a bad way. Now Clive was not just a boy lover, as we saw in Chapter 1, but he also loved children, particularly boys: he was always ready to help any child, when they were in a bad way. More than once he had secretly delivered a boy, or girl, to a community clinic, for urgent life-saving treatment. He screeched his truck to a halt and bolted the forty yards back to Sylvester. Somehow Sylvester had retrieved and clung on to his shopping; Clive bundled him, and his small bag, up into his big truckie arms and dashed back to the truck. He rapidly put Sylvester into the cabin, wrapped him in a couple of blankets and then put him into the double sleeping bag, into which he quickly followed. He put his big, hairy arms around Sylvester and snuggled up to him; whilst he was clearly enjoying it, sex was not his interest at this time, he just wanted to bring this little, clearly distressed, boy, back to a proper fullness of life. After a little while, he leant forward, for just a few moments, locked the truck doors, left the parking lights on, and resumed his life-saving mission.

 

It was not until way after dawn that either of them woke up. First, it was Clive, he gently felt Sylvester's head and arms and knew that he had been in time. Sylvester woke up to the feel of an adult male's hand stroking his forehead, he smiled, and said, "Hello, I'm Sylvester Morganstern, who are you: and, please, I've run away from home, where I am regularly bullied, by my step-parents, both my parents are dead." Sylvester said this in one great rush and then fell silent, in fact, he had dropped back to sleep but his breathing was normal and his pulse was what might be expected for a 12-year-old boy, 80 beats per minute. Clive decided to drive on, his load was due in Toronto, by no later than midday; his kindness had already lost him his early delivery bonus, and he could not afford to incur a late delivery penalty. Quite amazingly, Sylvester did not wake despite the noisy traffic of Toronto and the delivery yard. Clive did not now have another load to pick up, until 7.00 a.m. the next morning.

 

Clive, therefore, drove to a quiet area, which he was familiar with - the Hilton Falls Conservation Area, in Milton, just a little over 25 miles across town. Just as he was arriving there, Sylvester woke up. He explained to Sylvester that they were now in a quiet part of Toronto, 40 miles from Toronto Union Station, Sylvester found his bag just beside himself and quickly made himself a sandwich of bread and cheese. Clive was patient and also offered, to Sylvester, a cold can of coke. Sylvester spoke politely and said, "Thank you, you saved my life, what is your name, please?"

 

 

As Sylvester's vision grew accustomed to the slightly dark cabin, his eyes fell upon a few very special photos that were nearly hidden in a corner of the cabin roof. His eyes widened a little, just to be sure, and then he said, "I see you are a boylover, sir. I have had quite some experience, with gay sex, over the last year, and I would be happy to repay you in whatever way you desire." Clive, in a slightly embarrassed voice, said, "My name is Clive and I didn't rescue you with a hope, or even expectation, of reward: but, if you are really wanting to thank me, we could 69 and, in exchange for your shirt, shorts, undies and blood-soaked singlet, I will give you 2 completely new sets of 12-year-old boys' clothing (one for summer and one for winter plus a backpack, also, if I can fuck you, as well, I will pay you $200 cash). Sylvester, beamed, here was his first `punter', who he was both thanking, but also receiving some clothing and money from. "Let's go ahead, Clive, we'll do everything you requested." Clive switched on the dim cabin light and drew the curtain. He gently undressed Sylvester and lay beside him in a 69 position. Just as he was about to cum, he withdrew, pushed Sylvester back into the nappy-change position, lubed up his cock, and Sylvester's arse, and gently entered Sylvester's experienced arse. Sylvester was smiling all the time and after Clive had well-filled his arse with juicy man spunk, they lay together and kissed. Sylvester soon slid down and gave Clive's cock a good clean; he then shuffled back up and they exchanged a long, loving, juicy French kiss. While Sylvester dressed in the new summer clothes, put the remaining contents of his bag, plus the winter clothes, into the rucksack and put the $200 inside the sock in his shoes, they chatted more; in fact, it was more like a brief retelling, by Sylvester, of why he had run away, and what he had decided to do for the next six years, until he was 18. Clive, slightly shyly said, "Well, Sylvester, I suppose this is where we go our separate ways. I will always remember you and please remember this very special password "Turkey Clive Safety". He went on to ask Sylvester to repeat it many times, until he was sure that Sylvester had it word perfect. I gave that same password, to a boy named Gavin, just two days ago. He was a couple of years older than you, but said he was planning to do, just as you are; this is a picture of him, sitting in this same cab, just like you are now, and he was heading to Toronto Union Station. Please may I take some similar pictures of you, just before you leave? Sylvester of course agreed and laid back, in as coquettish a manner as he could think up, while Clive snapped away.

 

After he had taken about a dozen pictures, Clive said, "Sylvester, I will give you another $500 if you will step outside, take all your clothes off and let me take pictures of you naked, both front and back. Further, if you agree to pose with a butt plug up your arse, a cock cage around your cock, and wearing balls' weights and stretchers, you can make that $500, $2,000." Sylvester hesitated for a moment, but then realised it was nothing more than he had done a month ago in the special birthday eve video with Jayden, so he said, "Yes, Clive".

 

 

They stepped outside and walked a short distance away from the truck, with Sylvester carrying all his presents in his new rucksack. Once Clive was sure they could not be seen from the road, he asked Sylvester to strip, except his shoes and socks. Over the next ten minutes, all the agreed pictures were taken, with flash. When they were finished Clive stepped over and gave Sylvester a series of parting kisses, first on his still slightly stretched, and red, arse rose, then on his perineum, then his balls (where he didn't just simply kiss, but sucked them, first singly and then both at once), then Sylvester's piss slit, then the two nipples, and finally a very long French kiss. While Sylvester put his clothes back on, Clive had one last thing to say, "Sylvester, if you ever feel unsafe, go to 55 Locarno Street, in Brampton (it's a Toronto suburb), the home of Matthew, Leo and Patrick, who are all gay, and say that password. I can assure you that you will be very safe, from then on, for the rest of your life, and you will not have to ever again do some of the more extreme things that you have been doing, nothing, even, like what you have just done for me, right now. I did and said the same things with Gavin, when we briefly met two days ago. You'll find the Milton GO Station, about seven miles in that direction, where you can catch a train to Union Station. I hope you find Gavin, I think you could make a lot of money, if you work together, and watch each other's back. May all good fortune go with you, for the rest of your life." With that, Clive slipped away and Sylvester put the rucksack on his back. About one and a half hours later, Sylvester found himself at the Milton GO station. One hour later he was at Toronto Union Station, ready to begin his search for Gavin.

 

To be continued.

 

Other stories on Nifty, which have been written by this author

 

Lance and Philip - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/relationships/lance-and-philip/
(I am the Philip and this is an if only story.)

 

Mr Hughes and the Brightons -
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/mr-hughes-and-the-brightons
(I am Mr Hughes and this is another if only story.)

 

Jim and Pete - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/beginnings/jim-and-pete/
(All I can say is - Pete is me (in substance, but not all true, though much is), and Jim is loosely based on a real person BUT it didn't work out anything like the story.)

 

After Bosworth Field - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/historical/after-bosworth-field/
(An historical drama flowing out of the Battle of Bosworth Field – it will probably never be finished, but it will be an ongoing task and I have encouraged other authors, though I have never yet received any offers, to write additional back stories, extensions of the model etcetera)