Date: Wed, 18 Nov 2020 21:18:29 +0000 (UTC) From: Albert Collins Subject: You were there - part 30 Disclaimer: This is a romantic love story about love between young adolescent boys. There are some explicit sex scenes in the story but they are not the main focus of the story. So if you are looking for a story with a lot of explicit sex action, you are in the wrong place. If you like to read a sappy romantic tory with occasional kinky sex scenes, then please sit back and enjoy! Thanks again to all those who wrote with comments and feedback! Of course, as usual, comments and constructive criticism are welcome! albert.c87@yahoo.com ************************** You were there -- Part 30 Luke and Diego stared at Gregg and detective Singh in shock. Frank cleared his throat, breaking the silence: "Luke, I think we'd better talk in my office. Diego, you should wait for us at the clubhouse." "Mr Frank, can I come with Luke, please!!" Diego pleaded earnestly as he held Luke's hand. "First, Fidget going away and now this ... Come on, Mr Frank, he really needs me!" "Ah, Diego, I'm sorry, I understand how you feel but I really don't think it's appropriate under the ...," Frank started explaining but was suddenly interrupted. "Excuse me, Mr Carter," detective Singh spoke up in a soft voice, "but I think it's all right if he comes along. As I understand, the boys are friends, yes? This isn't going to be quite the sort of a conversation you expect." "Oh," Frank arched an eyebrow, "well, that is a surprise ... All, right, Diego, you may come with us. Gregg, please do me a favor and take this cat carrier to my house and give it to Margie." "Frank, you've got a cat?" Gregg chuckled, picking up the carrier. "A three-legged cat, yes," Frank confirmed. "Her name's Roxie. I'll explain later." "All right, Frank, you got it," Gregg replied, chuckling again, "let's go, Roxie." He headed towards the front door of Frank's house. "Well, everybody, come with me then," Frank directed, and the group followed him through the side door to his office. Once inside, Frank pointed to Luke to the big chair in front of his table. Luke sat in the chair and Diego stood behind him. "Would you like to take a seat, detective?" Frank inquired of detective Singh, pointing to another chair, next to the wall. "Thank you, Mr Carter, maybe later," Singh replied. "I prefer to stand, or rather to walk while I'm talking." Frank raised his eyebrow a bit again but nodded silently. The boys observed detective Singh more closely. He was a slightly built man in his mid thirties, of distinctly Asian appearance, very dark skinned, with a friendly round face and a quick smile. He was short, probably shorter than Luke but stood really straight which made him appear taller. He spoke with a slight Indian accent. Frank settled in a chair behind his table, as usual. "You really a cop? From Altoona?" Luke asked suspiciously. "Don't look like a cop. Donn't look like you're from Altoona either." "Luke, come on now!" Frank admonished. "That's all right, Mr Carter," Singh reassured. "Yes, Luke, I'm a detective with the Altoona Police Department. But you're right that I'm not originally from there. I was born in Calcutta, in India. Came to America when I was four, with my parents. They were both engineers. Grew up in this country. Became a police officer." "Your folks were engineers? And you became a fu .. a freaking cop?" Luke questioned with disdain. "I bet they were freaking thrilled." "You're right, Luke, they disapproved," detective Singh admitted with a smile. "My father is still brokenhearted about it. Bit it is what I wanted to do. Where I still believe I can do the most good." "Yeah, right," Luke smirked dubiously. Frank cleared his throat: "Perhaps we should ..." "Ah, yes, indeed we should," detective Singh agreed. "Luke," he directed himself to Luke again, "first of all, I wanted to tell you that Peter Zwaleski has been arrested." "Who?" Luke replied blankly. "Peter Zwaleski," detective Singh repeated, "the monk at St Anthony's Center who ..." "Oh," Luke blinked in response. "Didn't know he got a last name. They always called him 'Brother Peter' there." Diego, who was standing behind Luke's chair, wrapped his hands around Luke's chest. "Well, he does," detective Singh confirmed, and in the arrest and court documents he's listed as Peter Zwaleski." Singh started slowly pacing across the room as he talked. "Could you tell us what happened?" Frank spoke up. "And what is he being charged with?" "Yeah, what did you nail him for?" Luke asked sharply. "And how did you do it so quick?" "Well, it's sort of an interesting story," detective Singh smirked slightly, "and we have Mr Frank Carter here to thank for it, and I guess you, Luke, as well. See, Mr Carter contacted an associate of his who lives in the area and enlisted his help." "That's Rusty Cranshaw, an old buddy of mine who owns a private security company in Altoona," Frank interjected. "I asked him to do a bit of private surveillance of 'Brother Peter' to see what else he might be up to. Creeps like that, they usually trip themselves up. Remember, Luke, what I said the other day, there're ways of working around the system." Frank gave Luke a quick wink. "Well, normally we don't encourage that kind of thing," detective Singh noted, "but in this case it did prove fruitful. Turns out that Peter Zwaleski also patronized the services of certain underage prostitutes in town. When Mr Cranshaw brought to us photographic evidence, we interviewed the young ladies in question ..." "Ladies?! He was doing young girls?!" Diego exclaimed in shock. "Yes, indeed." Singh confirmed. "See, for people like that, it's really about power and domination. The victim's gender is often not that important ... Anyway, those ladies did confirm the essential details and showed us the text messages where the ... arrangements were made. It was an easy matter to obtain a search warrant after that." "You searched that psycho's place?" Luke asked disdainfully. "What did you find?" "Quite a few interesting and rather disturbing things," detective Singh replied flatly. "It turns out that Mr Zwaleski liked to ... document his exploits regarding the boys he abused at St Anthony's. We found several DVDs with a large number of video files. Truly horrific indeed ..." "Oh, my god, that's horrible! So sick ..." Diego exclaimed as hugged Luke tighter. "Wait, was there one of Luke ..." "There was not," Singh cut Diego off. "I don't remember the bastard using a camera ...," Luke added somewhat uncertainly. "I'm sure he didn't," Singh explained. "From the videos we have seen on those DVDs, he only recorded his ... sessions once the boys were well and truly broken. Lost the will to fight." "The fucking bastard!" Luke exclaimed with feeling. "The sick fucking bastard!" "Indeed," detective Singh agreed in the same flat tine of voice, "as you so aptly put it, Luke." "So what's gonna happen now?" Frank spoke up again. "A trial?" "Oh, no, there'll be no need for that," detective Singh countered. "With that kind of evidence, Mr Zwaleski quickly agreed to plead guilty, to avoid the worst of the charges and a federal prosecution. He's still going away for over 40 years, which in his case means the rest of his life." "So Luke doesn't have to testify?" Diego asked incredulously. "No, Luke doesn't have to testify. We have all that we need to put Mr Zwaleski away already," Singh affirmed. "Wow," Diego exclaimed, "Luke, did you hear that?! It's over!" "Yeah, I heard," Luke eyed detective Singh suspiciously. "When did all this stuff happen?" "Mostly over the last week," detective Singh replied matter-of-factly. "Quite a few other things happened at St Anthony's too. Good things. Father Gilbert's been replaced, and both the archdiocese and the state are conducting full scale reviews of the facility. We are continuing our investigation as well, and there likely will be more people charged." "Whadaya mean?" Luke queried. "Not just Brother Peter?" "Correct," Singh confirmed, "it is likely that some other people knew what was going on and failed to report it and didn't try to stop it. They'll now be held accountable as well." "Wow," Diego repeated in awe, "wow ..." "So what's the big urgency? Why are you really here then?" Luke demanded, giving detective Singh another penetrating look. "I'm guessing you still want something from me, right?" "You're a smart kid, Luke," Singh chuckled, "yes, indeed, there's another reason ... See, right now we are trying to track all of Peter Zwaleski's confirmed and potential victims. And there's one boy in particular that we hope you might be able to help us with, that we haven't been able to account for so far." "What? Whadaya mean?" Luke went straight and rigid in the chair and his brow furrowed. "An African-American male, Jerome Jenkins," detective Singh explained, "he would be 12 years old now. Came to St Anthony's the same day as you did. Disappeared about the same time too. The staff claim that he run away... We were hoping maybe he run off with you, Luke. That maybe you know something about what happened to him ..." "Wait, his name was Jerome?" Luke repeated pensively. "So you did know him?" Singh pressed. "Ah, no, not really," Luke corrected. "I just noticed him in the processing line the day we arrived. Thought he looked cute, wanted to talk to him later. Never got the chance. Our bunkbeds were in the opposite corners of the dorm floor. And there were all these damn monks everywhere. Never even learned his name ..." "You didn't see him after you got hurt? At the infirmary? Or later?" Singh queried further. "Nah," Luke shook his head, "there weren't any other kids in that infirmary. And I never been back to the dorm area after that. Made my exit in a laundry basket a few days later." Luke smirked disdainfully. "So, what did happen to Jerome then?" Diego asked from behind Luke's chair. "Well, that's we're trying to determine," detective Singh replied with a sigh. "Damn, I was really hoping that you knew something about it, Luke." Singh slowly walked from one side of the room to the other and back scratching his forehead with the tips of his fingers. He sat down and continued, exasperation clearly felt in his voice: "I did read the statement you gave to Ms Jessica Rutledge, but I kinda hoped that you left a few things out ... Like, I said, the staff reported Jerome missing a couple of days after you run away. They thought that he run away too. And maybe he did ... But the timing does look suspicious. It's possible that something happened to him." "Oh, my god, you mean that Brother Peter ...," Diego covered his mouth with his palm. Luke's face turned ashen. "I don't know, kid, I really hope not," detective Singh replied ruefully. "I hope that Jerome really did run away. And Peter Zwaleski denies that he did anything to the boy. But his credibility isn't exactly stellar. We'll have to look into this matter further ..." "You're gonna find Jerome, right?! You gotta find him!!" Luke exclaimed desperately. "You gotta find him, please!!" "Luke, buddy, I promise you, we're gonna do all we can to find out what happened to Jerome," detective Singh spoke with earnest conviction. "And when we do, I'll make sure that you're informed right away. Okay, kid?" Luke stared at Singh silently and grabbed his head with hands. Diego moved alongside Luke, sat on the armrest and hugged Luke's neck, whispering something softly to him. Singh stood up again. "Luke, I do want you to know one other thing," he said decisively. "Peter Zwaleski's arrest, Father Gilbert's dismissal, all the other changes and good things that happened at St Anthony's this past week -- Luke, it was you speaking up that made all this possible. You made it all happen. Made a lot of kids safe. And whatever else might happen next, we are most grateful to you, Luke. You are a brave kid. A very brave kid. You should be proud." "Just find Jerome, okay?" Luke lifted his weary eyes. "We'll call it even then." Singh nodded to Luke and stood up, addressing Frank: "Well, Mr Carter, I must be off. Thank you very much for your help. I'll be in touch and keep you informed of any developments." He left the room and patted Luke briefly on the shoulder while walking by. A few moments of silence followed. "Luke, Diego, boys, I know you've got a lot of stuff to process and to think over," Frank spoke carefully in a measured voice. "It is a bundle of news, no doubt about that ... But, Luke, what detective Singh said at the end is true. You did your part. You spoke up. The bad guy's been arrested and now, thanks to you, the kids at St Anthony's are safe. And you don't need to go back to Pennsylvania, don't have to testify. For you, Luke, this case is over." "Yeah, but Jerome ...," Luke started protesting. "Luke, kid, the police will find out what happened with Jerome," Frank interrupted him. "You shouldn't carry the weight of the world on your shoulders. Jerome might still be all right. But even if he's not, it's absolutely not your fault. Don't you dare blaming yourself for that ..." "Yeah, but ...," Luke tried protesting again. "No butts about it," Frank cut him off firmly. "You were a ten-year-old kid lucky enough to escape with your life from a terrible situation. Nothing else you could have done or had to do. If Peter Zwaleski, did something to that other boy, Jerome, it's all on him, on this 'Brother Peter'. You are not responsible. Don't let him get into your head like that." "Yeah, right," Luke grabbed his head with his hands and stared into the floor between his feet again. "It's exactly right," Frank repeated. "Of course, an awful thing like what happened to you is not something you just forget. Nor should you. But it's over now. You did good, you did real good. It's okay to start moving on. It's okay to start looking ahead, to start healing ... Speaking of which, we still need to do your medical exam, just in case ..." "Oh, great," Luke groaned, "I almost forgot about that." "Come on, Luke, it'll be all right," Diego kneaded Luke's neck gently, "we should go." The boys got up and headed towards the door. "Diego, you take care of him, okay?" Frank called from his chair. "And Luke, son, remember what I said. You did good, and it's over now. Start moving on." As the door of Frank's office closed behind them, the boys looked at each other. "Well, this is one fucked up shit!" Luke said with anger simmering in his voice. "Just when it looks like it's over and I am finally free of him, that mother fucking vampire does this ..." "Luke," Diego took Luke's hand and gently stroked it, "let's talk about this later, okay? Let's go visit Roxie!" "Oh, yeah!" Luke's face brightened. "Great idea, babe, let's see how Roxie is doing!" Luke gave Diego a light punch in the shoulder. The boys quickly made their way to the front door of Frank and Margie's house and pressed the buzzer. "Luke, Diego, come in, come in, boys," Margie greeted them warmly. "I was just thinking about you two. How are you doing, sweethearts?" Margie hugged each of the boys. "Umm, we're okay, thanks, Ms Margie," Diego answered, "but we wanted to see how Roxie is doing! Is she all right?" "Ah, yes, of course, Roxie," Margie replied, "what a beautiful cat! I put a bed for her in the living room by the sofa. The poor dear might be asleep now. But you're welcome to come in and visit with her." "Thanks, Ms Margie, you're the best!" Luke declared. Luke and Diego took off their shoes and run into the living room, followed by Margie. Roxie's bed was tucked by the side of the sofa. Roxie was resting but not asleep and she turned her head towards the arrivals as they entered the room. The right side of her body was still heavily bandaged. "Oh, my god, she still looks so hurt!" Luke exclaimed as he and Diego sat down on the floor in front of Roxie. "Some people are such fu ...," he cut himself off. "Yes, Luke, sweetie, but she's getting better," Margie remarked. "Dr Richard called and said that he'll take the bandages off next week and remove the stitches. Roxie will be all right after that. She might be a bit groggy now from the medicine, though." Diego lay on the floor in front of Roxie and stared her in the eyes, blinking slowly. "Diego, dude, what are you doing? I don't think Roxie is up to a staring contest," Luke giggled. "No, no, I read somewhere that that's how cats say hello. By blinking," Diego explained. "I wanna see if she blinks back." Sure enough is a few moments Roxie gave Diego several long slow blinks in return. "Wow, Diego, honey, that's amazing!" Margie exclaimed. "Yeah, good work, Mr Cat Whisperer, but don't you get too cocky!" Luke chimed in as he wrapped his arm around Diego's torso, laying next to him on the floor. Diego slowly reached forward with his hand and scratched Roxie below her cheekbone on the side of her face. Roxie purred appreciatively. Luke did the same on the other side of Roxie's face. "You guys are gonna spoil her rotten," Margie laughed as she observed the action. "It's okay, she deserves it," Luke countered. The boys petted Roxie some more and then stood up. "Boys, would you like some tea?" Margie offered. "I have some fresh chamomile tea ready that I was about to pour myself. I hear you both had quite a morning ..." "Yes, thanks, Ms Margie, we'd love some tea!" Diego agreed quickly before Luke could respond. Luke shot him a look of mild annoyance but Diego just shrugged innocently. They followed Margie into the kitchen and settled at the kitchen table. "Luke, honey, how are you holding up?" Margie asked warmly. "You've had so much to deal with these last few days. Fidget coming and then going away. Now Roxie. And this visit from a detective from Pennsylvania. Frank hasn't told me much but I do know that something bad happened to you there ... So I'm really worried about you, Luke, sweetie. How are you dealing with all this?" "Mmm, I donno, Ms Margie, I really got no idea," Luke sipped some tea from his cup. "Mmm, sweet, I like it ... My brain is sorta blank right now ..." Luke sighed and sipped more tea, staring into the table. "It's like you said. Fidget's just left. Can't even think 'bout that ... The stuff in Altoona ... Can't really think about that either ... At least we got Roxie, that's good, right?!" Luke looked up at Margie and Diego brightly. "That's right, honey, it's wonderful that Roxie is here," Margie laughed gently. "But I'm a little upset with Frank on that score ..." "Oh, no, Ms Margie, it's not Mr Frank's fault," Diego interjected urgently, "bringing Roxie here was our idea!" "No, it's not that, Diego, sweetie," Margie chuckled, "it's just that Frank told me that Roxie was going to be your cat. Yours and the other kids. But he really should have asked me first. I've wanted a cat for a long time and Roxie, well, she's such a dear ..." "Oh, no you don't, Mr Margie, no way!" Luke protested loudly. "We've got the dibs on Roxie! Mr Frank promised us! ... And you just said it yourself: I am in such a fragile state ..." Luke made his best puppy face. "Well, I'm glad to see you're feeling better, honey," Margie laughed, tousling Luke's hair. "And maybe we'll work out some kind of a cat sharing arrangement ..." "Do you know what kind of a cat Roxie is, Ms Margie?" Diego inquired, changing the subject. "You mean her breed?" Margie clarified. "I'm not sure, Diego, dear. I think she's a mix of some kind. A very beautiful coat. That blue grey tint she has, I think she's part Burmese. And her eyes, they're green, kinda like yours, Luke, sweetie. Yes, she definitely has some Burmese in her ..." "See, Luke," Diego giggled as he stroked Luke's neck with his fingers, "I think we found your long lost relative." "Yeah, maybe we have," Luke admitted, "Roxie is way cool! We might be related." They all laughed. "Umm, Ms Margie, what's gonna happen when Roxie's leg heals?" Diego asked as he drank from his tea cup. "Will she be able to get around okay?" "Yes, dear, I think so," Margie suggested. "It'll take her a while to get used to it, but cats are really agile. She'll learn to get around. She'll just need a lot of exercise. And you boys will need to play with her a lot. I'm afraid you do get me beat in that department ..." They looked back towards the living room and saw that Roxie was sound asleep. "Don't you worry, Roxie, girl," Luke said with a wide smile, "we're gonna play with you and take care of you and love you ... You've got nothing to worry about here! Maybe we'll even find you some three-legged mice!" "Oh, Luke, honey, that's morbid!" Margie protested while Diego laughed. "What's fair is fair," Luke countered cheekily. The boys finished their tea, said goodbye to Margie and Roxie and left Frank's house. "What do you wanna do?" Diego asked quietly as the walked towards the clubhouse. He tapped his arm around Luke's shoulder and gently tweaked Luke's ear. "Let's just go home," Luke sighed, "I feel beat." "I think we missed lunch," Diego reminded. "It's okay, I'm really not hungry," Luke replied. "And we probably still have some food in the fridge." "Okay, sounds good, babe," Diego smiled at Luke brightly. "Babe, yeah, now that does sound good!" Luke grinned back playfully. The boys quickly headed back to their cottage. As they entered their room a few minutes later, Luke kicked off his shoes and plopped on the chair by the computer desk. "Wow, man, it's been a day!" he exclaimed with a sigh. Diego walked behind Luke and picked up the wooden hand sculpture from the shelf. He run it slowly through Luke's soft brown hair like a comb. "Penny for your thoughts?" Diego asked softly, continuing to comb Luke's hair with the wooden hand. "Oh, babe, I'll take a penny but I got no thoughts," Luke closed his eyes and leaned his head back, enjoying Diego's ministrations. Diego spoke quietly, without interrupting his combing motion: "Luke, I know you've been worried about something lately ... and I think it was me ..." "What? Oh, shit, Diego, you noticed?" Luke sat up and stared at Diego with a start. "Come on, Luke, I love you. And you said it yourself, I am an empath, right? Of course, I noticed ...," Diego replied gently. "Plus you aren't exactly Mr Subtle, he-he! Ever since we told Mr Frank about Brother Peter you've been acting really ..." "Anal?" Luke completed the phrase staring forward between his knees. "Scared. Fidgety," Diego corrected. "Even before Fidget got here. Like something was really eating at you ..." "Shit, sorry, Diego, I didn't want you to worry ... Maybe I should've told you ...," Luke turned his head and looked at Diego with a guilty expression. "Yeah, you should have," Diego replied with a slight chuckle and kissed Luke softly on the lips. "That's what boyfriends are for." "Well, see, it's like this ...," Luke started explaining, taking Diego's hands into his. "Way back, two years ago, before St Anthony's, when I was a street kid in Altoona. Well, I was really good at busting up cars in parking lots. Knew how to pick the ones without the fucking alarms. Got sorta famous with the fucking cops around there. Got on their nerves too. Some might still remember me, maybe wanna get even." "Yeah, but that was ages ago," Diego countered. "I'm sure it doesn't matter now. I'm sure they'd have forgotten." "Oh, Diego, babe, you don't know the coppers the way that I do," Luke replied ruefully. "You don't know how the fucking 'system' works ..." He sighed and paused briefly. Diego squeezed Luke's hands and Luke smiled gratefully in return. "Anyways, when we told Mr Frank and this entire thing came back into the open," Luke continued, "I knew I might have to go back there. And the cops there, they might still want me, for those stupid fucking cars. Might try to send me to a juvie over there, or worse. I can handle the juvie, but no fucking way was I gonna let them take me away from you. And I was scared to death what would happen to you if they did ..." "Oh, my god, Luke, you really should have told me!" Diego exclaimed as he threw his arms around Luke's neck and buried his face in Luke's face. "See, Diego, that why," Luke gently caressed Diego's elfin ears. "I just couldn't face it ... The thought of being taken away from you was bad enough ... But thinking of what you might do if that happened ..." Diego leaned down and put his head on Luke's lap. Luke continued caressing Diego's face tenderly. "Oh, elf-boy, of course I was scared. And fidgety," Luke chuckled gently and paused. When he continued, his voice turned edgier. "See, that pale-faced vampire, the fucker finally really got into my head. I didn't wanna you to have to deal with that ..." "Yeah, Luke, but it's over now! Your are free! You heard what that detective said. They don't want you. You don't need to go back there. It's over." "Oh, Diego, babe, the fuck it is," Luke sighed dejectedly. "Yeah, the cops in Altoona, looks like I don't have to worry 'bout them. But it's not over for me till I know what happened to Jerome." Luke got up from the computer desk chair and moved to Diego's bed. Diego sat next to him. "I just have this sick feeling," Luke continued, staring into the floor, "this real sick feeling that that psycho fucker Peter, after I run off, took it out on Jerome and ... It's all because of me, you see, Diego, all because of me! That bastard, he's still in my head. And now I really need to know ... Fuck it, I really screwed up this time!" "Come on, Luke, don't talk like that!" Diego took Luke hands into his and looked into Luke's eyes earnestly. "Whatever might have happened to Jerome -- if anything did happen to him -- it wasn't your fault." Diego paused and squeezed Luke's hands harder. "And somehow," he continued quietly, "I have a feeling that Jerome's okay. And it'll take time but the police will find him. Yeah, I really believe it." "Shit, Diego, how could you possibly say that?!" Luke shouted out almost angrily. "I donno, I just do," Diego shrugged simply. "I have a feeling that things are gonna work out. I just believe it." "Fuck it, Diego, is this the god thing again?" Luke smirked disdainfully. "'Cause if it is, I want you to remember Brother fucking Peter and how it all started in the first place." "I know, Luke, and I know," Diego admitted. "I'm not sure if it's about god or not ... But sometimes you just gotta have faith. And remember that it's okay not to worry. Like the old willow said." Diego smiled sweetly and stroked Luke's cheek with his fingers. "Shit, Diego, you know what?" Luke grinned back. "What?" Diego continued smiling. "You're a good boyfriend!" Luke kissed Diego's lips tenderly. "And you know what else? I want you to make love to me right now!" "What?" Diego's brown eyes flew wide in shock. "You heard me, elf-boy!" Luke demanded gleefully. "I want that beautiful love weapon you're hiding in your pants buried deep inside my butt now! That means 'now', Mr!" "Luke, come on, it's the middle of the day," Diego replied uncertainly. "We really should get something to eat ..." "No, Diego, please!" Luke's voice turned serious and urgent. "I really need this, please, Diego!" Luke held Diego around his waist and peered into his eyes desperately. "Okay," Diego smiled gently. "Okay!" Luke breathed back. "Okay!" He hugged Diego tightly and planted a long hungry kiss on his lips. "Wow!" Diego giggled when he came back for air. Luke grabbed Diego by the hand and pulled him towards Diego's bed. "I haven't visited here for a while," Luke remarked with a grin while shacking off his clothes as fast as he could. Diego, smiling, was taking off his shorts and then his t-shirt. When he finished and stood just in his briefs, Luke was already naked. Diego smiled at him shyly, pulled down his briefs and stepped out of them. "Oh, Diego, babe!" Luke exclaimed, his eyes watering fast. Luke dropped on his knees in front of Diego and pressed his cheek against Diego's privates, exhaling deeply. Diego run his fingers through Luke's soft brown hair, stroking his head gently. Luke took a few deep breaths and turned his face towards Diego. He grabbed Diego's semi-hard dark brown penis and swallowed it to the root. "Ah," Diego's legs trembled and his fingers dug deeper into Luke's silky hair. Luke was suckling Diego's dick hungrily, desperately, like a young calf who had been away from its mother for too long and was finally reunited. Diego steadied himself and started caressing the sides of Luke's face. Diego felt an explosive wave beginning to build up within him and he knew that Luke felt it too. Luke pulled off and looked up at Diego, smiling happily. "Mmm, elf-boy, you do taste particularly good this afternoon," Luke remarked with a grin. Diego gently pulled him up: "I think it's my turn now ..." "Yeah, but not in the way that you think," Luke replied as he pulled Diego towards the bed. Luke climbed on Diego's bed and lay on his back with his hands hooked below his knees. "Get to work babe," Luke ordered with a wink. Diego got onto the bed and sat back on his knees behind Luke's upraised butt. "Wait, Luke, don't we need lube? Should I get that ointment?" Diego started saying. "No, not today, today I'm good and ready," Luke cut him off, "and so are you!" Suddenly Luke twisted around, brought his face forward and gave Diego's penis one more quick suck, generously covering it in saliva. Luke then resumed his previous position, grinning at Diego widely. "You are so bad!" Diego chuckled. "Yes, I am!" Luke agreed emphatically. "Now, Diego, babe, quit stalling and get to work!" Luke raised his butt higher. Diego scooted closer and took aim at Luke's slowly pulsating pucker. "Luke, you sure?" Diego checked one more time. "Come on, Diego, I really need this!" Luke pleaded urgently. "Please, Diego! Please!" Diego rubbed the slick head of his fully erect dick against Luke's back entrance and Luke's body shuddered. Diego took a deep breath and pushed. Just like last time, he went in easily. Luke took in his breath with a hiss. "You okay?" Diego inquired with worry. "Great," Luke confirmed lifting his head, "feels fantastic! Come on, Diego, give me more! Please!" Luke pulled his knees back harder. Diego pushed in. Luke threw his head back and moaned lightly, his red lips parted and burned brighter. Diego pushed gently on Luke's thighs as he started rhythmic steady thrusting movements. This time being inside Luke felt similar yet not the same. Same gripping moist wild heat grabbing him tightly, binding them stronger and stronger. And yet it also felt different, more natural, more intimate, more at home. Luke's body, still so precious, felt more familiar. He knew it. It was home. "Ah, ah, ah," Diego moaned gently. His eyes met Luke's sparkling joyful gaze. Luke moved his right leg further to the side and brought his right arm forward, starting to slowly jack his dick. "No. This is mine now, remember," Diego gently moved Luke's hand away. Diego cupped Luke's package with his left palm. Luke's green eyes grew wider and he grinned playfully as he shifted both his arms back behind his head. Diego pushed Luke's left thigh back with his right hand and used his left hand to ply and knead Luke's young hardness while continuing driving deeper and deeper in his warm secret passage. Luke's love weapon felt hot, hard and pliant in Diego's hand, trembling with raw power of youth, boyhood and passion. Luke's body twisted, moved and writhed under Diego's touch, responding like a marvelous violin played by a virtuoso. For a few timeless moments Diego thought that he could see every tiniest muscle in Luke's beautiful body, every bead of sweat, every shade of light playing on Luke's tender silky skin. And through all this Luke's green eyes shone towards him with love, laughter and compassion. Diego's eyes watered. His Luke. So amazingly beautiful. He was holding Luke. He was inside Luke. Luke was pulling him in, deeper and deeper. They were together. He no longer kneaded Luke's penis, he caressed it. Caressed Luke's testicles, caressed Luke's hot cavernous love canal with his long steady thrusts, caressed Luke's face with his loving longing gaze. Luke threw his head backwards, his bright red lips parted again, his breathing getting rugged. "Diego, please ..." Diego lifted Luke's left leg and hooked it on his right shoulder, leaning further forward. Diego's smooth dark golden colored tummy pressed against Luke's moist testicles, trapping Luke's straining hardness between their stomachs. So hot, its burning heat, pulsating energy binding them closer together. "Diego, please ..." Diego's left hand caressing Luke's chest, his clean long tender neck, feeling the muscles rolling under the young silky skin. "Diego, please ..." Diego brought his right hand around Luke's body, behind his neck, with Luke's left leg now hooked on Diego's shoulder. Diego's face was now almost directly above Luke's, the boys' eyes locked with each other lovingly, tenderly ... Diego moving deeper and deeper inside Luke, every stroke melding them harder, burning hotter, sweeter ... Ah ... Ah .. Ah ... Diego, please ... Ah ... Ah ... Ah ... Diego's left hand caressing Luke's face, neck, lips, moving away the small green turtle from Luke's chest. The boys' heads nearer and nearer. Their noses touching. Luke's breath on Diego's face. Diego, please ... Please ... Please, Diego, please ... Diego's hand on Luke's chest ... Heart thumping ... Whose ?? Lips getting closer, closer, closer ... Ah ... Mmmph ... So ... Sweet ... Ah ... Ah ... Ah ... So ... sweet ... so ... beautiful ... love ... Luke ... Ahhhhh!! A flash of green lightning exploded and Diego collapsed on Luke, burying his face in Luke's neck. For a few more seconds Diego's dick continued jerking and twitching inside Luke, which Luke continued gently caressing Diego's back. Luke slowly unhooked his leg from Diego's shoulder and brought it down. "Thank you, babe," Luke whispered softly ask he stroked Diego's hair and ears. "Thank you." Diego lifted his heard and reached with his hand for Luke's face, caressing it gently. He traced Luke's cheek with his finger and felt it wet with tears. Diego kissed Luke's cheekbones softly. "Luke, why are you crying?" Diego asked asked he caressed Luke's brow tenderly. "I don't, Diego, babe. I don't know," Luke exhaled. Luke turned on his side and Diego turned towards him and cradled Luke to his chest. "Nobody is taking you away from me. Nobody," Diego covered Luke's face with soft tender kisses. "Diego, babe, how do you always make me feel so good?" Luke replied with a soft chuckle. "What?" Diego laughed gently and kissed Luke's nose. "Didn't I say something like this once? Anyway, it's a gift, he-he!" "It's definitely something," Luke kissed Diego's eyelids back. Luke lay on his back, put his hands behind his head and said pensively: "I miss Fidget. I miss him so bad already ..." Diego turned towards Luke and drew a circle on Luke's chest with his finger: "I know, I miss him too. We should go and visit him soon." "Do you think he's okay over there?" Luke asked worriedly, lifting his head. "What if the other cubs are mean to him?" "Come on, Luke, it's Fidget!" Diego chuckled gently. "He was your kid, if only for a little bit. And I think he's a lot like you." "Like me? Whadaya mean? All cuddly? Or all furry and hairy?" Luke inquired with a smile. "Yeah, well, no, cuddly, sure, but that's not what I meant," Diego explained drawing another circle around the turtle pendant on Luke's chest. "I mean he's tough. And smart, really smart. Look, he got away from those poachers, right? Then came all the way here. Found us. I'm sure he can make it anywhere. Certainly at a place as nice as that 'Bare Necessities'." "Yeah?" Luke pressed. "Yeah," Diego repeated with conviction. "Yeah, I guess you're right," Luke agreed as he caressed Diego's arm tenderly. "We'll visit Fidget soon. But we've got Roxie to take care of now ... And you know what else?" "What?" Diego queried with a chuckle. "You really are a good boyfriend!" Luke lifted his head and gave Diego a gentle soft kiss. "Mmmm, and you taste good too!" Diego smiled back at Luke sweetly. "You know we should get up and shower or we're gonna miss dinner too," Diego giggled. "Oh, come on, Diego, I want to stay here, with you," Luke pouted, "let's stay like this just a little longer ... I think we earned it, right?" "We certainly did," Diego chuckled in agreement. Luke snuggled closer to Diego, put his head on Diego's chest and cupped Diego's privates with his hand. "Here, now, that's better," Luke whispered softly. Their breathing gradually slowed ... *********************