Care
By Li'l Ninja
nifty_little_ninja@proton.me
https://LittleNinja.world
Super serious disclaimer: The characters and events in this story are entirely fictional. Any possible resemblances to real-life people or events within this story are purely coincidental, I swear! This story contains naughty things that you might find...well... naughty. If naughty stuff offends you or it is illegal for you to read in your state, country, town, city, or whatever, then bugger off elsewhere! - Or just use a VPN or something - If not, then grab a box of tissues [for your eyes, you dirty sod!] and let's get started.
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Also, also, also, also, nah, I'm just kidding... On to the story :P
Wednesday, 12th December 1990
"Fuck! Shit!" Chase grunted in pain. He slammed the door behind him, panting breathlessly. His body was still full of adrenaline. Blood was dripping from his hand and he needed to find something to cover the wound. He sat down on his bed and rummaged through the small chest of drawers next to it.
Chase found his little first-aid kit that he was supposed to take with him to football games. Opening it up, he found a bandage and some sterile wipes. Shaking, he looked at the substantial cut on the palm of his left hand. There was still a small shard of glass in the wound that he attained while at the house he had broken into earlier. He was climbing through the broken window as quickly as he could to escape the men chasing him. As the adrenaline in his body started to wear off, the pain in his hand was becoming more and more apparent. Using his other hand he gripped the shard of glass. He took a deep breath in, held it, and scrunched his eyes closed. In one swift movement, he pulled the glass out of his palm.
"FUUUUCK! Shit! Fucking bastard! Shit-Shit-Shit-Shit!" he screamed, holding back tears of pain.
He used a couple of the wipes to clean the wound and that stung like a bitch, too. Once cleaned, he could see that the actual cut wasn't too big and that the bleeding was starting to slow. He wondered if it might need stitches but no one was home to take him to the hospital. No one was ever home. He decided that it would be fine and he continued to dress the wound and bandage his hand up.
Chase lay back on his bed. He needed to start processing what had just happened. He needed to come up with a plan to help the boys. Should he just tell the police? He didn't really trust the police. Well, more like the police really didn't trust him. They had arrested him and his parents on multiple separate occasions, and even raided his house, too. The front door was broken for weeks afterwards. His family really wasn't popular with the local cops. He also thought that 'I found two naked boys stuffed in a cage that was inside a house I was robbing' didn't sound like a great story to be telling the local police.
He considered telling his mum, but she was always out partying and getting shitfaced on all kinds of drugs and alcohol. His father was always out selling drugs or doing robberies, not that he was any good at doing either so he also spent a lot of time in the local nick.
Chase sighed in frustration and closed his eyes. The events at the house kept playing over and over in his head. He could remember the angry look on both of the men's faces just before he bolted back through the house and scrambled out of the broken window. He could remember the pain when he cut his hand on the shards of glass. He could remember not caring at that moment as he knew it would have been a lot worse if one of the men had gotten hold of him. He thought about what it would be like locked up in a cage just like those boys were.
His thoughts lingered on the twins for a while, those two incredibly beautiful twins. He couldn't stop thinking about how hot and horny they both made him feel.
The thought of stroking the boys' stiff erections in either hand made him smile. He felt his whole body flush and his heart started to beat faster as he fantasized about the two twins. The boy started to rub the stiffening bulge in his trousers. Thoughts of licking and sucking the twins' beautiful stiff cocks flooded his mind. He lifted his ass up slightly so he could pull his trousers and briefs down to his ankles and kick them off with his feet. Sitting up, he pulled his tee shirt off. Now only in his socks, he lay back and closed his eyes again. He rubbed his stiff little slab of boy meat with his right hand while the fingers of his bandaged hand explored his own body.
Chase imagined both twins rubbing him, playing with his body, and sharing kisses with them. The thought of being with the two hot boys was driving him crazy wild.
He rubbed his right nipple, making him let out a small moan. He was pumping away at his hairless four inches of boyhood.
Chase was well-developed for an 8-year-old boy. His legs were firm and the light imprint of a developing six-pack was evident, all signs of his athletic activities. Furthermore, he clearly knew his way around his own body.
The rate of Chase's breathing sped up as the young boy increased the speed and power that he was putting into working his cock. He moved his fingers over the small bumps of muscle in his chest, and his bandaged left hand headed even further down his body.
Gently, Chase used the fingers of his left hand to stroke his smooth scrotum, causing him to gasp with excitement and pleasure. His head was swimming as he fantasised about doing increasingly more sexual and dirty acts with the two twins.
After showing his small, little nut-sack some much-needed attention, his bandaged left hand continued its journey down his smooth, hairless body.
He squeaked out another gasp as he gently massaged his gooch, imagining one of the boys licking at the sensitive spot between the bottom of his nut sack and his anus.
"Oh fuuck," he moaned softly to himself as he continued to expertly service his own lusty needs.
He imagined being on his hands and knees. One twin feeding his stiff erection into his mouth as he sucked and savoured the delight of the boy in front of him. The other twin was pounding his tight little boy hole, grunting and moaning away.
His hand travelled further still. Using his middle finger, Chase gently rubbed his pink hole. As he rubbed the tip of his soft finger along the ripples of his virgin asshole he could feel himself getting close. He gulped as he felt the oncoming orgasm approach him.
Chase was now pumping away furiously at his boy meat as he used his forefinger and middle finger to furiously rub at his back entrance. His eyes rolled in his head as his whole being was filled with passion and desire for the two incredible twins.
Just before he reached his climax, he imagined both of the twins unloading their orgasms into his mouth and backside. This put him over the edge. Chase threw his head back as he arched his back. His toes curled. He was putting so much pressure on his anus that his middle finger actually slipped in a little.
"Shit! Shit!" he cried out in total pleasure. His orgasm was knocking and he was just about to open the door to greet it. "FUUUUUUCK!" His entire body shook and quivered as he rode through the most powerful dry orgasm he had ever experienced in his young life. His four inches of boyhood pulsed in his hand over and over again as it tried in vain to shoot ejaculate from the boy's undeveloped testicles.
He slammed his back down on his bed, panting. He swam in the ecstasy of his post-orgasmic high, thoughts of the twins still flooding his brain.
Once he had got his breath back, Chase sat up and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
"That was fucking intense," he giggled to himself out loud.
He sure had worked up an appetite. 'Shit' he thought to himself, remembering he had left his swag bag at the house. He had no way of getting any money for food.
Chase slipped on some shorts and a tee shirt and headed to the kitchen in the flat to see what there was in the way of food.
The fridge was more or less empty. There was a pint of milk that went out of date yesterday, a container of something mouldy in it, and a bottle of cheap, home-brand BBQ sauce.
He checked the cupboards. Some dry rice, some dry pasta, and a few slices of bread that were out of date by two days. He checked the bread out. The top slice was stale and hard. The other two slices were still a little soft but there was a few specks of green mould forming on the outer edges. Chase sighed to himself as he pulled the mouldy pieces of bread away from the rest of the slices. He then took the now mould-less slices, smothered some BBQ sauce on them and slapped them together to make a "sandwich". He devoured his dinner for the night hungrily and headed back up to his room to lie down and figure out what to do about the twins.
***
Saturday, 18th May 1991
It was starting to get late at the Berrycloth's residence. Steven, Iris, and Hazel had done a lot of talking to discuss the possibility of adopting little Dylan. They had decided that they would hold off a few weeks before telling either of the two boys and making a final decision. In agreement, they moved on to the next topic to be discussed.
"So, I understand it will be Dylan's first day at his new school on Monday," Hazel started. "Will you call me afterwards and let me know how he gets on, please?"
"Yes, that's a good idea," Iris said. Steven nodded in agreement.
"He's had a lot of problems with bullying at other schools due to his impaired speech," Hazel explained.
"Oh, yes," Iris remembered, "I needed to ask you about that. Why does a boy his age still have problems speaking?" Hazel pursed her lips as she thought about what she could and could not tell them.
"Dylan didn't learn to speak until much later than what is normal," Hazel said. "His original parents didn't nurture his development in the way parents should. It certainly didn't help that the boy's mother was still in school when she fell pregnant with him." A sad expression crossed the face of all three adults.
"Schools have special sessions to help kids that have speech problems, though," Steven said.
"Yes, but Dylan has constantly been moved from school to school as he moved from foster home to foster home," Hazel explained. "Besides, it's hard to fix a child's impaired speech when the child won't speak." This was an obvious point that made both Iris and Steven feel slightly foolish for overlooking.
"That's a right catch twenty-two, huh?" Steven said.
"All the more reason I want to ensure Dylan gets settled somewhere permanently," Hazel replied. Iris and Steven looked at each other and both gave a half smile.
Dylan and Dominic lay on Dominic's bed. They were side by side and facing each other. They talked softly, told jokes, and shared their love and adoration for one another. Dylan loved how simply being this close to Dominic made him feel so relaxed, forgetting his troubled past. Dominic loved seeing his little brother so relaxed and carefree. It made a huge difference to seeing him upset. He wished he was able to keep Dylan in this state of happiness forever.
There was a gentle knock on the door.
"Boys, Hazel is leaving now. Come and say goodbye to her," Steven called softly. Dominic smiled tenderly at Dylan as he used his left hand to pull the boy of his dreams in for a kiss. He knew this would give the small boy the shot of confidence he needed to see the social worker off.
Both boys climbed off the bed and with a big intake of breath from Dylan they left the bedroom.
Steve and Iris were already standing at the door in the hallway with Hazel.
"I'm going now boys. But it was a huge pleasure to meet you both," Hazel said with a warm smile.
"Okay, Mrs Hazel. It was lovely meeting you," Dominic sang. Hazel found the way he said, "Mrs Hazel" was far too endearing to correct him.
"And you, too, Dominic. You're such a polite and pleasant boy," she said. "Make sure you take good care of the little mute," she smiled, gesturing a nod towards Dylan. This actually drew a little chuckle from the small boy.
"I will, Mrs Hazel," Dom replied.
"And it was lovely to meet you, too, Dylan," she said. "You're a very special little boy. Never forget that." Dylan didn't reply but he beamed a small smile at her. The sparkle in the little boy's eyes was all the reply she needed. "Oh, and Dylan," she continued. "Would you like me to bring this again next time?" she asked, pulling the Funnybones book from her bag. Dylan's small smile turned into his big, heart-melting smile, complete with dimples. Hazel chuckled. "Okay then.
"Anyway," she said, "I must get going. It's getting late." Hazel and the parents said their goodbyes and she left.
"I know it's a little late tonight, but dinner will be ready in half an hour, boys," Iris said.
"Okay, Mum," Dominic replied. "We're going to hang out in my room until then."
"Okay, sweetie."
The two boys resumed their positions on Dom's bed.
"So, what do you want to do for the next half an hour, Little Bro?" Dominic asked.
Dylan simply replied with a lusty grin.
The boys embraced and soon they were wrestling tongues. Both boys were incredibly turned on as their hot make-out session went on.
Suddenly Dylan stopped and sat up, shocking Dominic. He looked at his boy and wondered what was wrong. He needn't have worried though, Dylan had only stopped to remove his tee shirt. Dominic gasped in the marvel of Dylan's beautiful body.
Dominic sat up and removed his own tee shirt. Now it was Dylan's turn to do the gasping and marvelling. Dylan bit the inside of his lip and he gave Dominic a look of pure animalistic lust. This was a look Dominic still wasn't fully accustomed to yet and he tried to work out exactly what was going through the boy's head. The look ignited something inside him, however, as butterflies started having a party in his stomach.
Before Dom could fully process what was going off, Dylan pounced on him, knocking him onto his back.
Dylan straddled his big brother as he kissed at his chest and licked his nipples.
"Ohhh, Dylan," Dom moaned blissfully.
Dylan was humping his hard little package against Dominic's larger package that was just as hard. The feeling of the younger boy being in complete control of the situation was a huge turn-on for Dominic. He simply loved how this sweet little boy was able to turn into a commanding and authoritative figure, knowing exactly what he wants and exactly how to get it. He was at the mercy of whatever Dylan wanted from him as he writhed around beneath the boy that commanded this incredibly hot situation.
Dylan worked his kisses down his brother's body until reaching his navel. He explored it with his tongue as he used his nails to, not too gently, scratch up and down Dom's sides. The pleasure for Dominic was overwhelming. He had real trouble keeping his moans from being too loud. The parents were on the other side of the bungalow, but still, this boy was making him moan really fucking loud.
"Oh... Dylan... I love you.... so much," he gasped. His erection was painfully hard now and Dylan could feel it bulging and pulsating against his throat as if it was trying to break free from his jeans.
When Dylan had decided that this divine torture had gone on long enough, he worked his way down to his next spot and unbuttoned Dominic's jeans.
The young boy rubbed his face against the stiff package in his big brother's grey briefs. He inhaled deeply, taking in Dominic's scent. This made Dylan drunk on horniness and lust for the one he loved. He couldn't wait any longer.
Dylan pulled down Dominic's briefs. Dom helped by lifting his pert little ass up off the bed so Dylan could help slip them off, discarding them on the bedroom floor.
Once more, just for good measure, Dylan inhaled the older boy's pheromones, sending him into a frenzy.
Dylan attacked the rigid boyhood of his lover with his tongue from every angle. Dominic had to really work hard to not blow his load right there and then.
"Fuuuck," Dominic cried as he continued writhing to the pleasure of the young boy. This made Dylan grin; Dominic basically never used swear words.
Before going in for the main course, Dylan made sure his tongue was nice and wet. He then licked all the way from the bottom of Dominic's balls, along the underside of his aching erection, and right to the tip, greedily slurping away the precum that Dom so generously offered. Dominic's entire body shivered from the immense pleasure. This was a million times better than all the times Nathan had ever sucked him put together. This kid was really something special.
Suddenly, Dylan took the entire length of Dominic's four-and-a-half inches into his warm wet mouth. Dom threw his head back and gasped.
Dylan started to expertly service Dominic's tasty cock. He loved the sweet taste of his older brother's precum as it oozed into his mouth. He ensured that not one drop didn't get tasted by his tongue. It was some kind of crazy aphrodisiac for Dylan. Not that the young boy needed an aphrodisiac right now. He was so into getting Dominic off that both parents could walk into the room right now and he wouldn't stop. He had worked hard so far and he wanted his reward.
Reaching up with both of his hands once again, Dylan gently ran his nails up and down the side of Dominic's torso. His pace increased and he tightened the force of his soft lips around the incredible piece of boy meat that was running in and out of his mouth.
It wasn't long until Dominic's toes started to curl. His breathing became even more irregular. His ass cheeks began to tense and he knew he was close.
Dylan knew all the signs so he continued pumping his mouth up and down the beautiful preteen cock.
"Dylan, I," Dominic panted as he gripped the bedsheets on either side of him in tight fists. "I... I..." the boy was so close. Although it had only been a few seconds, it almost felt like he had been on the edge of his impending orgasm for minutes, maybe even hours. "I... I... AHHHHHHRGGHHHHHhhhhhhhuuuuu!" he cried out shooting four jets of sweet, tasty boy fluid into his little brother's mouth. Dylan, of course, dutifully savoured and swallowed every drop.
As Dominic lay there trying to get his breath back, Dylan was ensuring his lover's cock was totally clean, not forgetting to run his tongue around the inside of Dom's foreskin.
When he was done, Dylan crawled back up Dominic's body so they could kiss.
"Oh, wow, Little Brother," Dom said, still getting his breath back. "You're insane! I've never felt anything like that in my life." Dylan beamed gleefully with pride at his brother.
The two boys wrapped their arms around each other and kissed passionately.
Dylan started chuckling. It started off slow, his little shoulders bobbing up and down. Soon he was chortling.
"What?" asked Dominic, starting to feel incredibly self-conscious.
"Ahhhrgghhhuuuu???" Dylan sniggered questioningly, barely able to contain himself.
Dominic turned an entire pallet of shades of red. Dylan's chuckles turned into full-on belly laughter.
It didn't take Dom to see the funny side and he joined his little brother in the laughter. They laughed and laughed until their tummies and sides hurt, tears streaming down their faces.
"I'll... get you... back for that," Dominic gasped in between breaths of hysterical laughter.
The was a knock on the door.
"Boys, dinner's nearly ready. Don't forget to wash your hands on the way through," Steven called.
***
Thursday, 13th December 1990
"Oh shit," Chase groaned groggily, slowly opening his eyes. "I can't believe I fell asleep. I'm such a bell-end." He looked over at the clock on top of his bedside drawers, 7:59.
A few seconds later, it switched to 8:00 and the alarm started beeping. With a grunt, Chase pressed the button to silence his alarm and began his morning routine.
The boy was starving and there was still no sign of food anywhere in the house and still no sign of either of his parents. Luckily, Miles's mum knew that the little blonde kid was having troubles at home and clearly wasn't being fed well. She cared a lot for her son's best friend so she would usually give him some breakfast in the mornings when he stopped by for Miles before school in the mornings. Chase was highly grateful for this. It made him feel guilty that someone else's parents had to feed him. However, he found out a long time ago that refusing her was an exercise in futility and learned to graciously accept her generosity.
Miles's house was only about ten minutes walk away from his own and Chase arrived at about 8:30. School wasn't until 9:00 so they usually hung around for about twenty minutes or so before heading off for school. He knocked at the door and Miles's mother answered the door.
"Good morning, Chase," she said excitedly, giving the boy a quick, friendly hug. The blonde boy hugged her back.
"Morning, Elaine, how are you this morning?" he asked politely as Elaine ushered him into the house.
"I'm very well thank you, Chase. Are your parents home yet?"
"No. I haven't seen them since the fuc... Uhh, the weekend," he said. He always tried his hardest not to swear while in the presence of Miles's mother. Sometimes it would accidentally pop out though and she would always give him a jokingly disapproving look.
"I take it you haven't had breakfast this morning then?" she asked in a disappointed tone. How could parents leave this adorable 8-year-old boy alone at home for nearly a full week? And to make it even worse they leave him with no food or money. She had considered calling Social Services numerous times but Chase had always begged her not to, giving her his best puppy dog eyes.
The boy shook his lowered head and stared at the floor.
"It's a good thing we've got plenty left over then," she smiled. She used her index finger to gently lift Chase's head and looked into his deep blue eyes. She smiled a smile that told him what he needed to know. It was a smile that reminded him how long he and Miles had been friends, how long he'd been coming around and playing together, and ultimately how Elaine had always told him that he was always welcome around at any time. She really did treat the boy like another one of the family.
Chase smiled back and Elaine gave the boy a wink of understanding.
"Come on," she said. "We've got American-style pancakes, square sausage, and scrambled eggs for breakfast." Chase's face lit up with delight. He loved Elaine's American-style pancakes. Elaine chuckled at the boy's expression and led him through to the kitchen.
"Chase!" two small blonde boys shrieked out in delight. They were sat at the kitchen table eating their breakfast wearing nothing but matching blue Thomas The Tank Engine briefs. The 4-year-old and 5-year-old blonde brothers climbed off their chairs and ran to Chase to hug him.
"Uh-oh," Chase laughed, "here come the trouble brothers."
"Hey, man," said Miles as he turned around on his chair to greet his best friend.
"Hey, Miles," Chase said with a smile.
"Chase will you play football with us?" the 5-year-old said.
"No, Chase, come look at my new art set," the 4-year-old said.
"Chase, I have a new goal, too. I want to be a proper footballer like you."
"Chase... Chase... Chase..." the barrage of questions and information went on for a minute or so while Chase smiled and giggled at the two cute twins fighting for his attention.
"Oliver, Jacob!" Elaine snapped, shutting the two boys up instantly. "Go and get dressed for school and leave poor Chase alone."
"Awwwwh, but Muuuum..." Oliver, the 5-year-old moaned.
Elaine shot Oliver a glance and the young boy stopped his protest. Chase chuckled at the scene that played out the same way most weekday mornings. The boys scampered out of the kitchen and up the stairs to go and get themselves ready.
"Take a seat, Chase," Elaine said as she brought a fresh pan of piping hot scrambled eggs and emptied it into the bowl of scrambled eggs on the table. Chase eyed up the stacks of American-style pancakes and square sausage, the steaming bowl of scrambled egg, and the assortment of syrups and sauces. This made his tummy rumble and he gladly took a seat next to Miles and started to tuck into the delightful breakfast.
"Thanks, Elaine, your pancakes are the fucking bomb," Chase said with a mouth half-full of food. Elaine gave him the trademark jovial disapproving look. "Oh shit. Uhh. Sorry, Elaine," Chase sputtered. "I mean your pancakes are always the best."
Elaine laughed at the now-blushing boy and shook her head slightly. However, she certainly liked to hear compliments from the boys on her cooking.
"Can we leave a little earlier this morning, Miles?" Chase asked in a whisper. "I have something really important I need to talk to you about."
Miles raised an eyebrow at his best friend. He could tell it would be pointless asking him what it was about.
"Yeah, fine," Miles agreed. "Let me just finish getting ready and I'll be back down in five minutes."
"Thanks, bro," Chase said. Miles flashed the blonde the smile that makes him hate the fact that his hot best friend is straight.
"I'm just going to get ready for school, Mum," Miles said. "Thanks for breakfast. It was great."
"You're very welcome, Honey," she said with a proud smile.
Chase stuffed his face until he couldn't eat another bite.
"Woah, I'm stuffed. Thank you for breakfast, Elaine. It was perfect," Chase said gratefully. Elaine smiled at the adorable blonde boy. He was so sweet when he wasn't swearing like a trooper.
"You're very welcome, Chase," she said. "I'm guessing you don't have a packed lunch for school, either?"
Chase shook his head. "I get free school meals though." Because Chase's family were on a low income and claiming benefits, this made Chase qualify for free meals at school. These free school meals were a godsend for the boy. It meant that, at the bare minimum, he would get at least one hot, square meal every school day. It also included a pudding and a small carton of milk or juice.
"Well I made this for you anyways," Elaine said, pulling a Tupperware tub from the fridge and placing it on the table in front of him. "I'll wrap the breakfast leftovers for you, too. It would only go to waste if you don't take them. That way you have some food to keep you going at home." She smiled a caring smile. Chase opened his mouth to politely decline. But he knew Elaine wouldn't take no for an answer. Besides, it was a very nice gesture and it meant he wouldn't have to go out robbing houses for food money for a few days.
"Thanks, Elaine," he said. He wanted to say more than just "thanks" but he couldn't find the words to express his gratitude.
"You're most welcome, Sweetie," she said. "Oh, and Chase?" she said in a more stern voice
"Yes?"
"Never go hungry at home. I've told you hundreds of times, you're always welcome here and I'd be happy to feed you any time of the day, okay?"
Chase nodded "Yes, Elaine. Thank you, Elaine," he said, smiling sweetly at her. Elaine ruffled the boy's mop of blonde hair and gave him a wink.
Curious to see what was in the Tupperware, he peeled the lid off the top. It was jam-packed with different sandwiches, chocolate bars, little boxes of raisins, and a few small lunchbox-sized packets of biscuits. He smiled and tried his hardest to hold back his tears of gratitude.
There were squeals of laughter as, what sounded like a herd of elephants, came running down the stairs and into the kitchen.
"Raaaaah! Now I've got you," Miles shouted as he scooped up the two smaller boys.
More squeals of laughter from the two excited little boys.
"Mum, Chase and I are going to leave for school a little early today," Miles said. This announcement elicited moans of disappointment from the two youngest brothers. "Sorry, boys. We have some stuff to talk about."
"Okay, Honey," she said, reaching into the fridge for Miles' packed lunch before handing it to him.
"Thanks, Mum," he said, giving her a hug.
"Have a nice day at school, Son."
"Com'on, boys. Give your big brother a hug," he said, kneeling down. The boys ran to their big brother for a hug and a kiss on the cheek. They then went and did the same with Chase.
When Chase stood back up, he turned to Elaine and thanked her once more and gave her a hug. She returned the hug and gave the boy a kiss on the cheek. After saying their goodbyes the two boys left the house and began a slow walk to school.
"So what did you need to talk to me about, Chase? Is everything okay?" Miles asked, more than a little concerned.
"Not exactly," Chase said. "Look, you're not going to believe this but..."
***
Sunday, 19th May 1991
After all that happened on Saturday, Dominic and Dylan decided it would be best if they skipped going to Nathan's house and to have a nice quiet Sunday at home with each other. Besides, it was Dylan's first day at his new school tomorrow and he needed to prepare himself both physically and mentally. Dylan was still in Junior School, in Year 5. Whereas, Dom was in Senior School, in Year 8. The schools were right next to each other, so they would be walking to and from school together. However, they would not see each other at all during school hours.
Dominic did his best to keep Dylan from worrying too much about the following day. They played together, snuggled up on the sofa with Mackie and watched a couple of movies, and spent a great deal of time in Dominic's bedroom making out and exploring each other's bodies. They even tried doing a '69' together, which they both really enjoyed. The two lovers were adding to their repertoire at an incredible rate.
After dinner, the boys had their usual bath together and then did some more snuggling up on the sofa with Mackie as they watched The Simpsons on Sky.
"Uhmm, Mum... Dad?" Dominic asked in a coy tone.
"Yes?" Steven said.
"Can Dylan sleep in my bed tonight?"
The two parents looked at each other.
"Well," sighed Iris, "he seems to end up in there most nights anyway. So I don't see any reason why not," she said with a smile. Steven nodded in agreement. Both boys grinned with happiness.
"Yeah, he gets bad nightmares most nights," Dominic explained. "I just thought that, with tomorrow being his first day at his new school, he should get as good a night's sleep as possible."
"That's very thoughtful of you, Dominic," said Steven.
And so it was. Curled up in his big brother's protective arms, Dylan had the best night's sleep he had experienced in many weeks.
***
Thursday, 13th December 1990
The young blonde was surprised that Miles had believed his crazy story about the twins. Mostly, Miles was just happy that Chase had managed to get away from the men. He worried terribly about Chase getting caught and never seeing him again. Although, despite the danger, Miles had promised his best friend to figure out some form of plan to help the twins escape. They had both decided to wait until the weekend though. This would give them time to hatch a plan and execute it on a day where they didn't have to think about school.
On the way home from school and football practice, the boys took a detour and Chase showed Miles which house the boys were being held captive in. They carefully scoped out all around the house to check out doors, windows, and any other possible ways in or out. After all, this is something they did together quite often. Usually, though, Chase would make Miles stay outside. If the worst happened, he didn't want his best friend to get caught up in it. But they had a rule that dictated what Miles should do if Chase wasn't back within seven minutes.
Once they had thoroughly checked the outside of the house out, they both went their separate ways to go home.
Chase unlocked the door to his flat and let himself in. He was incredibly tired after school and football practice. He headed to the kitchen to put the food that Elaine had given him into the fridge. As he did, from down the corridor, he could hear the sound of the TV in the living room. Someone was home.
He slowly pushed the living room door open to see who was there.
Sitting on the couch with her head back and her mouth slightly agape, he saw his mother, out for the count. Chase noticed she still had a hypodermic needle sticking out of her arm.
"For fuck sake, Mum," he whimpered. His lips quivered as he tried to hold back his tears. He hated seeing his mother like this and it certainly wasn't the first time, either. Although she was a useless mother, Chase still loved her dearly. They used to have a happy life together and he held on to the wish that someday they could get that life back.
Wiping away the tears in his eyes, he walked up to his mother and gently removed the hypodermic needle. A large bead of dark red blood escaped from his mother's vein. Putting the hypodermic needle carefully on the table, he picked up one of the Steri-Pads next to his mother's works and used it to clean and sterilised his mother's injection site. It was clear that he had done this before.
The boy gently lowered his mother down on the sofa and rolled her onto her side. He propped a cushion behind her so that she couldn't roll onto her back. Then, he grabbed a blanket from a small cupboard beside the TV and used it to cover her before giving her a soft kiss on her cheek.
After regarding his mother once more, the boy sombrely turned the light down low and headed to his bedroom.
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Monday, 20th May 1991
Dylan awoke from his deep, comfortable sleep. Dominic was still fast asleep, making cute little half-snoring sounds. Dylan found the sounds of his big brother sleeping incredibly endearing. He pulled the arm Dominic had over his side closer to him as he shuffled his naked body back into Dom's equally as naked body. He felt so warm and safe and he loved the feel of his lover's boyhood nestled firmly between his butt-cheeks.
Dylan smiled as Dom sighed and pulled him closer still, grinding his stiff erection further into his buttocks.
The young boy was incredibly turned on. He slowly guided Dominic's hand over his pulsing little erection and used his own hand to manipulate Dom's hand to cup his pulsing little boner.
The feeling of Dominic's warm hand covering his entire crotch was breath-taking.
The young boy began grinding his soft little ass up and down Dominic's stiff slab of pre-teen boy meat that was wedged deep in Dylan's ass cheeks. The sleeping boy gave out a soft moan.
As he grinded against his lover, he further manipulated Dominic's hand in sync with his body movements.
The feeling of Dominic's velvety-soft cock skin gently caressed the small boy's puckered hole, making Dylan purr in delight.
Dylan's speed gradually increased until he felt his climax approaching. Dominic, although still asleep, was no longer snoring and his breathing was becoming shallow and erratic.
The young boy tightened the muscles in his backside as he felt the first waves of his orgasm begin to set in.
Suddenly, Dominic let out a long muffled moan as he felt the sleeping boy shoot four shots of hot, preteen boy cum into his buttocks, lubricating the movement of Dylan grinding up and down his big brother's pole. The sensation was enough to drag Dylan over into orgasmic bliss. Letting out a high-pitched squeak, he thrust his chunky little boyhood into the hand of the sleeping boy as hard as he could as wave after wave of intense orgasm washed over the young boy. He held Dominic's cupped hand as close as he could until it was over before collapsing back mushily into Dominic's arms.
"Morning, Horn-Dog," Dominic said sleepily. "I was just having the most amazing dream."
"Yeah, Dom-nic, I know," chuckled Dylan, rubbing his cum-filled buttocks up and down Dominic's still-hard erection. Dom shuddered out a blissful moan.
"Wait, did you do this?" Dominic asked, lifting himself up on his spare arm. Dylan didn't reply but he could see the side of Dylan's cheeky, shit-eating grin.
Both boys burst out laughing. And Dominic, for one, felt incredibly turned on by the thought of what Dylan had done to him in his sleep.
"Come, we should take a shower, Bro," chuckled Dominic. "Unless you want a sticky bum for your first day of school."
"Otay," Dylan agreed with a little laugh.
The walk to school was peaceful and the sun was out. The boys agreed on where to meet after school. Dominic pointed out the building he had to go to, although Dylan already knew as Iris had taken him to meet his new teacher and show him where his classroom was last week. Dylan appreciated Dominic looking out for him, however.
"Good luck, Dylan," Dominic said, embracing his little brother and kissing him gently on the top of his head. "And remember, I'm only in this building," he said, pointing at a larger school on the opposite side of the road. "I'm not far, okay?"
Dylan was feeling a little anxious, so he simply nodded in agreement.
"I love you, Little Buddy," Dominic said. "You'll do fine."
Dylan smiled. And with one big breath in, he headed off to join his new class.
Dominic stood and watched his boy until he entered the building before heading across the road to his own school.
Dylan nervously made his way through the noisy school halls, unfamiliar faces of other kids staring at him as he passed them. Thankfully, due to his little escapade with Dominic this morning, he felt somewhat more relaxed than he expected to be. Maybe he might have to make that part of his morning routine, he thought to himself with a smile.
Eventually, he reached it: 5B, his new classroom. He was so incredibly nervous but he managed to finally force himself to slowly open the door.
The classroom was noisy. He could see that the teacher hadn't arrived yet and boys and girls were running around, talking loudly, playing games and...
He paused. His heart was in his mouth.
He became flush and his breathing became shallow, making him feel lightheaded.
"No! It can't be," he told himself.
He started to feel dizzy as he stared at the back of the boy's head.
"Oh. Oh. What? No? How? What?" Dylan's scrambled mind was awash with confusion and emotion.
He gulped hard over the lump in his throat.
The boy hadn't seen him yet.
He saw the two girls that the boy was talking to look his way and whisper something into the boys ear.
The boy instantly swivelled around in his chair, looking in Dylan's direction.
Yep, it was him.
The boy's eyes grew large and his jaw practically hit the desk.
"What... The... FUCK," the boy said. "Dylan, is that you?"
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I thought I'd have a little break from the really dark stuff this chapter and let the boys have some fun together. I hope you enjoyed it. Next chapter, we go back to see what's happening with Hunter and Cole. What, you didn't think I'd forgotten about them did you? :P
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