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In the Deep End – Part two

In the Deep End

In the Deep End – Part two

Freshly showered, shaved, plucked, and most anything else she could think of to avoid the inevitable return to the madhouse, Janice put on her bikini and prepared to go out into the hallway. She now wished she’d brought more modest swimwear, but it hadn’t even occurred to her. Not that there was anything wrong with the bikini. It wasn’t particularly daring in any way, just a simple black swimsuit that for some reason now struck her as incredibly sexy.

Poking her head into the hallway, she was relieved to find she was alone. She’d almost expected Emily to be waiting for her. She went with some trepidation back downstairs. Perhaps she could talk the kids into going out, she thought suddenly. Putt putt. Did kids do putt putt anymore? That seemed like a safe activity. However, looking down at her bikini she realized she was pretty much committed. Besides, what was she so worried about? She was the adult here. She was in charge.

Filled with new determination, she marched to the back of the house. She knew the pool was in the back, a huge, glass enclosed structure surrounded outside with a large, private lawn, hidden by high shrubs and a security fence beyond that. The pool was through a set of glass doors in the living room, and as she neared she got an idea of the size, which was impressive. She’d only gotten a vague impression the night before, as the pool had been dark.

The pool was long. She knew the kids were both swimmers, with Emily being the distance swimmer and Logan being the diver. Their father had indulged them and installed a twenty-five meter pool equipped with starter blocks and an impressive five, three, and one meter dive platform as well as diving boards. The depth of the swimming lane section was six feet along it’s length, but there was a shallow section off to the side for lounging. The deep end under the diving boards and platform was thirteen feet.

Janice saw someone moving in the pool, a sleek form moving gracefully through the water. As she slid open the door she was hit with the smell of chlorine and the clean scent of plants, which were sprinkled throughout to mask the scent of the former. Sound echoed differently in the large space, and she could hear the swimmer now.

Apparently they could hear her as well, as a blonde head came to a stop and made it’s way to the side of the pool. “Hi, Aunt Janice!” Emily called. She waved an arm, beckoning her. “C’mon in!”

Janice lifted a hand in greeting and stepped forward. She realized she’d forgotten to close the door, but when she turned to do so she found Logan standing there. The boy was still in the same briefs from that morning. There was no longer a wet spot on the front, and he didn’t seem to be erect any longer, his penis just a small lump in the material now.

“You should ask her,” he called, obviously talking to his sister.

“But mom said,” Emily whined.

The boy crossed his thin arms across his skinny chest and said, “You should still ask her.”

“She’s family,” Emily insisted.

“Ask me what?” Janice asked.

Logan sighed and explained, “When it’s just family, we’re allowed to swim naked. I told Em she should ask before just doing it, but,” and he leaned around and pitched his voice louder, “she just doesn’t listen.”

“She’s family,” Emily repeated.

“Uh…” Janice stalled, “guys, I’m not sure how comfortable I feel with that.”

“See?” Logan said. “I told you.”

“You mean I gotta put my stupid suit on?” Emily responded.

“You’re not wearing anything now?” Janice asked, surprised.

“No,” Emily said, and suddenly she lifted the top half of her body out of the pool. Janice couldn’t help but lock onto the girl’s budding little breasts, shining with wetness. Seeing her aunt hesitate, she asked, with just a hint of coyness, “Do I really have to?”

“I… I don’t…” Janice stammered. “I don’t want you guys to feel uncomfortable in your own house,” she finally said. She wasn’t sure if it was the right decision. She wasn’t sure there was a right decision.

“Yay!” Emily cried, slipping back down into the pool without a sound.

“So I suppose you’ll -” Janice began, turning to her nephew, but she was startled to find he’d already shucked off his briefs and was standing next to her completely naked. She hurriedly avoided looking at him.

“Are you going to take yours off?” Logan inquired.

“Uh… I think I’m just going to sit and relax for a bit,” Janice said, not even turning her head to look at him.

She sensed more than saw his shrug, and then he was trotting past her, his pert little ass flashing as he picked up speed and dove with all the grace of an otter into the pool. Janice had seen no tan lines there, his taut ass just as dark as the rest of him. Emily by this time surfaced on the far side, and Logan soon joined her. Finding a lawn chair, Janice sank into it, aware that the kids were speaking in low voices together.

Janice worried what they might have planned, and then chastised herself for imaging that there was any sort of planning going on at all. After a few moments and a final entreaty from Emily to join them which Janice waved off, the kids set about playing together.

Janice was happy to find a book on a small table next to the lounger. It was some schlocky romance novel, the type she knew her sister loved to read. She tried to get into it, only occasionally glancing up when she saw one nude sibling or the other run by, luckily far enough away that she didn’t get a lot of detail. Both of the kids wanted her to watch them dive, Logan doing some impressive somersaults off the five meter board, but again, distance kept all but the vaguest details of their bodies from her, which was fine with her.

It wasn’t until she heard the voice nearly right over her that she realized she’d fallen into the story in spite of herself and hadn’t even realized that the kids had walked up on her. “You said you’d come swimming,” Emily reminded her.

Startled, Janice glanced up to find Emily was standing right at the foot of the lounger. The girl’s sleek young body was shining wetly, highlighting her burgeoning curves. She had her hands on each of her slightly cocked hips, clearly displaying herself. Her tiny nipples were erect, her breasts small, but deliciously pert, just beginning to round. Water dripped down over her stomach into a thin little dusting of dark blonde pubic hair, pasted against her little mound. She was standing with her legs far enough apart for Janice to see the sleek pink lips of her vagina.

Tearing her eyes away just led her into more trouble, as Logan was standing practically at her left shoulder, and a glance had her staring directly at his crotch. No expert on penises, she could only think of the Seinfeld episode and the joke about shrinkage. She imagined that must be the case here, as Logan’s naked penis didn’t at all resemble what she imagined it must have looked like this morning, had he been naked then. It was less than two inches long, and she could see rows of wrinkles along it’s pale length. The bit on the end was a bit bluish, perhaps from the water she thought, and the little wrinkled bag which hung underneath was hugged up close, allowing her to see two grape-sized shapes within. Logan, like his sister, had only a light dusting of silky hairs at the base of his penis, probably darker than usual for being wet. Her final analysis, after a moment of thought, was that it was sort of adorable.

“I did say I’d swim,” Janice said. “I just got caught up in this book.”

“Swimming is more fun,” Emily assured her. “C’mon!”

Trapped, Janice swung her legs off to the left of the lounger. Unfortunately, this left her less than a foot away from Logan’s penis. “Okay, let’s go,” she said.

“Are you gonna take off your suit?” Emily asked.

“Does your mom swim with you naked?” Janice had to know.

“Sure, all the time,” Emily said.

“And what about your dad?” Janice asked, curious as to what was going on in this house.

“Well,” the girl paused, “not with Daddy. Not anymore.”

“Not anymore?” Janice asked, curious despite herself.

Emily giggled, “Because Daddy kept getting boners. Like Logan but a lot bigger.”

Apparently feeling slighted in some way, Logan said, “Only because you were always rubbing against him.”

“It’s called hugging, dummy,” Emily responded and proceeded to stick her tongue out at her older brother.

“It’s not hugging when Dad is layin’ down and you sit on top of his thing while you’re both naked and start rubbing. It’s called humping.”

Wow, Rachael thought, no wonder Ray wouldn’t swim in the nude with them.

Emily shrugged as if the semantics bored her.

“But you two swim naked together?” Janice pressed, although the answer was obvious. She just couldn’t understand how two such obviously sexually charged kids could do that and not… well, she wouldn’t allow herself to think of that.

“Of course,” Emily said, moving over to her brother. There was a sudden twinkle in the girl’s eyes that Janice didn’t like. Janice watched as the girl slid herself up under her brother’s left arm, so that it was around her neck. She hugged herself to his side, her left hand reaching out to lightly caress his stomach. Logan’s hand hovered awkwardly between the girl’s small breasts. A quick glance showed Janice that Logan wasn’t entirely comfortable with the move and she knew that the girl was definitely the aggressor in their relationship, whatever it was.

“Are you gonna take off your suit?” Emily repeated. Her hand slid a couple of inches downward along her brother’s slick body, moving playfully just below his innie navel. “Logan wants to see your boobs,” Emily grinned.

“I do not!” Logan protested, turning crimson, but there wasn’t a lot of power in his voice, and his eyes flicked guiltily towards her breasts and then away.

Janice was trying to formulate a response as she watched Emily’s fingers slip brazenly downward, her eyes daring her to say something. The woman swallowed as she watched her niece begin to playfully run her finger through her brother’s sparse pubic hair.

“Okay, that’s enough,” Janice managed to croak.

“What do you mean?” Emily grinned, her finger not stopping.

“Emily, that’s not appropriate,” Janice said, but there was a hint of uncertainty in her voice she didn’t like and that surely the perceptive little girl picked up on.

“What isn’t?” Emily teased, and then she ran a finger down along the short length of Logan’s penis before gently taking it between thumb and forefinger.

“Em,” Logan said warily, glancing nervously at his aunt.

Janice didn’t know why she was allowing herself to be drawn into this discussion, nor why she couldn’t tear her eyes away. Already Logan’s small member was beginning to lengthen as Emily gently tugged on it.

“You guys are brother and sister,” Janice said. “You shouldn’t touch each other like that.”

“But Logan likes it, don’t you, Logan?” Emily replied reasonably. When she reached down to caress the boy’s small testicles his penis remained sticking straight out, but continued to lengthen and lift with each heartbeat.

Within just a few moments, Janice finally got to see what she imagined she’d have seen at breakfast if Logan had simply walked into the kitchen naked. Gone were the wrinkles. What she saw now was a smooth tube of pale flesh, standing almost perfectly upright, although with the slightest of curves to the left, and quivering with hardness. The little glans was now gaining more of a pinkish hue, and had widened, but was still a bit thinner than the shaft beneath, a sleek bullet shape. Head met shaft at a little V-juncture, where a tiny membrane of skin sat and melted into a slight collar of thicker skin that she took to be the remnants of his foreskin.

Along the shaft was what looked like some sort of thick tube underneath the flesh, and she could see traceries of red veins along its length. Down below, under his sister’s gentle ministrations, Logan’s teen scrotum was loosening, making it easier for his sister to manipulate the delicate little balls within. Janice estimated that the boy’s penis was just over four inches, and maybe an inch thick. While still not the discomfort-inducing things she remembered from her previous sexual encounters with men, it was still more formidable than it had been just moments before.

“See?” Emily said, wrapping her tiny fist around her brother’s erection; all the evidence needed to prove that Logan did indeed like being touched there.

“Do you do that in front of your mom as well?” Janice asked.

“Well, not like this,” Emily said, sensuously stroking her hand up and down the boy’s shaft a few times. Logan squirmed. “But sometimes when he gets a boner I’ll just squeeze it to tease him.”

“And your mom is okay with that?” Janice asked, disbelieving.

“She thinks it’s kinda funny,” Emily said. “She says not to be mean and tease him, but she usually laughs when she says it. And sometimes she squeezes it, too.” Emily giggled. “She baby talks to it. She calls it Little Logan. Like,” and she adopted a baby voice, “Is Widdle Wogan all stiffy wiffy? Poor baby.” Emily laughed. “Once she even said she was gonna kiss it and make it feel better, but she didn’t. But I do, don’t I, Logan?” she finished sweetly.

“Em!” Logan said, with real warning in his voice now.

Janice felt her eyes widening in shock.

Seeing her aunt’s reaction, Emily said, “Wanna see?” and she immediately dropped to her knees and pulled on Logan’s erect penis so that he had no choice but to turn to face her.

“Em, stop!” Logan said, casting a frantic look at his aunt.

Janice knew she should be the one saying something, but it was like she’d been struck mute and she watched as Emily pulled her brother’s cock down until it was sticking straight out, and then she carefully wrapped her lips around it.

“Em,” Logan tried again, but this time there was no force at all in his voice as his sister slid forward, taking more and more of his teen cock into her mouth.

Once the girl’s lips encountered the silky-haired base she pulled back slowly, until the shiny tip slid with a soft sound out of her mouth, but the preteen girl wasn’t quite finished, using her tiny pink tongue to swirl a sensuous circle around the shiny cockhead and taking just the tip back between her lips again for a couple of bobbing strokes. Then, releasing it from her mouth, but still holding it down to point at her face, she turned a triumphant look at her aunt, her eyes dancing mischievously.

“Have you ever sucked a boy’s thing before?” the girl asked.

Janice shook her head mutely.

“You might like it,” the girl said. “Do you wanna try? I could show you how.”

The urge to lean forward and take that shiny tube of young flesh into her mouth was suddenly a very real one, and Janice, shocked, recoiled. What the hell was she thinking?

“I have to go,” she said weakly, but she was stopped by two things. The first was the fact that in order to stand she’d have to move even closer to Logan’s tantalizing young erection, and the second was the fact that she didn’t think her legs would support her. She also realized, to her shame, that she was soaked through, and her pussy was suddenly pulsing with need.

Either she somehow sensed it, or Emily had decided to try a different tact. Taking a couple of shuffling steps forward on her knees, she came up to Janice and put her hands on the woman’s thighs. Janice looked between her nephew, who’s cock was back to pointing to the ceiling, and her niece, who’s hands were so warm on her thighs.

Emily, suddenly shy, or so it seemed, was lightly caressing her aunt’s legs. “Aunt Janice?” she asked.

“Wh-what?” Janice managed.

Emily twisted her skinny hips a bit against her aunt’s knees, until the woman had no choice but to spread her legs and the little girl instantly insinuated herself between them, pressing closer and closer, her hands rising higher and higher up her thighs. Then the girl’s face lifted and met hers, all wide-eyed innocence. “Do you think you could teach me about gay sex?” she asked softly.

Janice was shocked, and then startled when she felt the girl’s thumbs brush against her crotch through her bikini. “Okay! That’s it!” she exclaimed. She took a firm grip on both of Emily’s shoulders and moved her backwards so that she could stand. Then she maneuvered away from Logan, who was playing idly with the head of his young dick. “I don’t know what this game is,” she told them firmly, “but I’m not playing it. You guys… no more of…” and she waved her hands vaguely at them, “whatever this is. Not while I’m in charge. And the next time I see you, you’d better have some damned clothes on.”

And with that, she stalked away, once again feeling lucky to have escaped.

The End

Copyright 2024 – Rwxxx13
All rights reserved

Yes, really! The End. No more chapters will follow. Not written by me, nor by Rwxxx13. Sadly, he passed away and will never write another chapter. Even though I think it deserves a more satisfying ending, I’ll never write an end to it. I don’t want to touch this genius writer’s work, because I know I’ll never do it justice. But please! Feel free to do so yourself, and send it to me and I might end up posting it here!


You and I Both

In You and I Both Rwxxx13 outdid himself again. His words:

This is the favorite story I’ve ever written. I realize it utilizes one of the more common tropes from this genre, that of the rich man and the lonely boy, but I hope I’ve managed to put my own spin on it. I really hope you enjoy it.

I think he did a more than excellent job! Unfortunately, the story ends a bit abruptly at the end of chapter seven. But it’s the same as with his other stories: this is it! No more will follow since, very sadly, he passed away.

But this doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy the amazing work he left us. Enjoy yourself with this classic!

You and I Both – part one
You and I Both – part two
You and I Both – part three
You and I Both – part four
You and I Both – part five
You and I Both – part six
You and I Both – part seven

You and I Both – Part seven

You and I Both

You and I Both – Part seven

The guys from the lawn service were hard at work when we arrived back at the house, the sound of lawnmowers suddenly competing with the sound of the big bike. The smell of fresh-cut grass filled the air. Without a garage door opener on the bike, I had to get off and open the door before rolling it inside. Adam stood and watched the guys working; one man on a riding mower, one man with an edger circling around the drive, and a final guy pulling weeds in the flowerbeds.

I came up behind him after ducking beneath the descending garage door and put an arm around his shoulder. “If I’d known you’d be so impressed by lawnmowers I wouldn’t have bothered with the motorcycle,” I teased.

Adam grinned up at me. “Do you think they’d let me ride on the back?”

I laughed. “Well, you could always ask. Would you like me to make you a snack?”

Adam thought a moment. “Fruit?”

“Did you just ask me if I’m a fruit?”

Adam giggled and punched me in the arm. “You’re a doofus.”

“Ow!” I said, doubling over as if in great pain. “You brute!” Then I straightened. “Fruit it is!”

I headed into the house with Adam’s backpack while he went to flag down the guy on the mower. I didn’t doubt for a moment that he’d be able to cadge a ride from him.

As I dropped Adam’s bag in his bedroom, I happened to spot the little journal he kept when birding. Curious, I picked it up. I wasn’t snooping, just curious. Really. I flipped through it, and almost immediately came across a drawing of a bird. It was actually quite good. He had a good sense of light and shading. The line work was a bit unsteady, but that would come with practice. There were several other pictures; apparently birds he’d seen. I made a mental note to add an easel to the studio, imagining teaching him to paint over the summer ahead of us.

That thought led to other thoughts of the future. The future. When was the last time I thought about the future? When was the last time I cared? Was I actually going to have a future with this wonderful boy? How had that happened? I suddenly felt dizzy and had to sit on the side of the bed. What did a future together even mean? This assumed it was even possible, of course. There were a few huge obstacles in the way of a future together as I saw it. Namely, his mother, the fact that I had no legal rights at all, and the niggling reality that I was engaged in some seriously illegal and morally questionable activities with him.

I sighed. It’s like I had been living the past few days lost in a dream; a dream that didn’t permit things like logic and laws. Perhaps it was time I gave some serious thought to the realities of Adam staying here with me. Determined, I went to grab my phone. Took me a minute to find it, and even longer to remember what Adam had told me about how to work the stupid thing. I finally managed to scroll through the contact list Adam had… I don’t know, transferred? Input? Anyway, he had all my numbers in there somehow. I scrolled until I found my lawyer’s name and hit call.

Two rings and a woman’s voice announced, “Berg, Young, and Hoffman, how may I direct your call?”

“Hey, Janeane, is Jerry in?”

“Brad? You wicked man. You don’t call, you don’t write. What’s a girl to think?” Her voice was amused. Janeane was actually in her late forties and happily married, but she loved to flirt with me.

“You know how jealous Jerry gets,” I teased. “I have to back off so he at least has the illusion that he has a chance.”

I could hear the smile in her voice as she said, “He knows you’re the only one for me. How are you, Brad? Surviving out there in the wilderness?”

“Should have done it years ago,” I said.

“Well, you certainly sound happy,” she said. Janeane was a very perceptive lady.

“I really am,” I assured her.

“Well, if anyone deserves it,” she said, and left it at that. “Let me get Jerry for you. You’d better promise to keep in touch.”

“You have my word,” I told her.

There was silence for a moment, and then, “Brad! How’s my favorite client?”

“I don’t know, I haven’t talked to Ryan in weeks,” I said, referring to his biggest client, a friend of mine who owned a brokerage firm.

“You wound me,” he joked. “What can I do for you, man?”

“I need a referral,” I told him. “You know someone in family law?”

“Whoa, you knock somebody up already? I knew those mid-western girls were easy.”

“Nothing like that,” I laughed. “Just have a little situation here and I could use some advice.”

I could hear keys tapping and a moment later Jerry said, “Joel Hirsch. Buddy of mine from Harvard. He’s with a large firm here, but specializes in family law. If I had an issue, that’s who I’d call. I’ve got his number here. You want me to text it or should I shoot you an e-mail?”

“Better e-mail me,” I told him. “You know me.”

“Yeah, the Luddite,” he said, deadpan. “We all mock you, you know.”

“You’ll beg for my forgiveness when the robots take over,” I said. He chuckled. It was an old joke between us.

We spoke for a couple more minutes, catching up while I watched Adam laughing and smiling from the driver’s seat of the mower. The guy was off to the side, watching, probably wondering how in the hell he’d been talked into letting an eleven-year-old drive his expensive mower.

By the time I hung up with Jerry, the worker was back in control of his mower and Adam was nowhere to be seen. I heard the front door a moment later. A moment after that Adam came through the kitchen. “Where’s my fruit?”

“I’m over here,” I said.

Adam giggled. He ran over and gave me a hug. Looking up at me, he asked, “Can I kiss you? The windows were on the mirror thing.”

“Then you may certainly kiss me,” I said with a smile. I bent down and Adam kissed me soundly, even slipping his tongue into my mouth for a quick exploration.

“You can’t be horny again already,” I said.

“I got a boner riding the mower,” he confided with a grin. “It’s bouncy.”

I reached down and gave him a squeeze. He was as hard as he said he was. He squirmed as I felt him through his skinny jeans. I scraped a fingernail up and down over his little package. “You’re a sex monkey,” I told him.

“Sex bunny,” he said, pulling me down for another kiss. Then he broke it and whispered in my ear, “Will you suck it?”

“Right here?” I asked, amused and a bit excited myself.

Adam shook his head. “Over there.” He pointed to a sofa that looked out over the lake. It also showed two of the workers going about their business.

I instantly understood. “So you can see them, but they can’t see you.” He grinned mischievously and nodded, biting his lip. I took his hand and led him over to the sofa. I sat and had him stand with his back to me, facing the window. I then reached around him and unbuckled his belt. I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. Taking a grip at either knee, I yanked his jeans down, leaving him in just his camo boxer-briefs. Adam had already kicked off his shoes at the door, and now he stepped out of his pants. I could hear his increased breathing. He was getting really turned on, showing himself off, without actually exposing himself.

Still reaching around Adam’s slim body, I caressed his stomach with one hand, while the other rubbed lightly over his cloth-covered erection. He pushed it into my hand. I placed a kiss on his back, just above his waistline, then licked at the tiny golden hairs there. Hooking a thumb into either side of his briefs, I slowly lowered them. Adam’s breathing grew even quicker.

With my face against his back, I reached down and caressed him from calf to hips. Hands on his hips, I kissed each of his pert asscheeks. Then my right hand reached around and found his slim little prick. Adam gasped as I gripped it between thumb and two fingers. I began to move them up and down, stroking him gently. My other hand reached around to fondle his hairless sac, rolling the little balls between my fingers.

“You gotta suck it, Brad,” Adam moaned.

I smiled and scooted to my right. I pulled him down so that he was sitting where I’d been. I slid onto my knees on the floor. Outside the large windows, one of the men was going back and forth on his mower. Another young man, early twenties, good-looking, blond, was working in the flowerbed, maybe two feet from the window. I knew he was seeing nothing but a reflection of himself, and Adam knew it too, but his proximity made this little act of ours seem all the more dangerous and illicit.

I moved down between Adam’s spread legs. I had him scoot down until his ass was right on the edge of the cushion. I spread his legs wide, and moved to sit between them. His three-inch erection stood straight up, quivering. I knew Adam didn’t need any teasing or foreplay. He just wanted to come, so without any preliminaries I took him completely into my mouth and began bobbing up and down while supplying steady suction.

Adam’s eyes immediately drifted closed. He was biting furiously at his lower lip, a look of intense concentration on his sweet, young face. I had my right hand pressed against the base of his cock, my thumb poking at his balls. My left caressed his chest, tweaking his tiny nipple. Adam was beginning to voice those little gasping moans of his. Every few seconds his hips would involuntarily twitch, giving a little thrust. I continued to work my mouth up and down, the slick sucking noises competing with the muffled sound of the mower going back and forth outside.

Adam’s right hand drifted down to his right thigh and I saw him squeeze his leg hard while his face twisted in a grimace, like he was fighting the pleasure with pain. Anyone seeing his face would think he was asleep, in the midst of a disturbing dream. Then both of his hands were at work on either thigh, squeezing, pulling, rubbing. He couldn’t sit still. His face was a series of grimaces and scowls and wide-mouthed gasps. Random twitches seemed to shoot through his legs, his arms, his neck and shoulders.

Then Adam’s hands were on the back of my head. He gave a deep, long groan, and then his little hips were working frantically, driving his tiny cock into my mouth. His legs lifted and his heels were on my back. His legs were squeezing me then, warm earmuffs which dampened the sound of his needy, yelping moans. His hips worked erratically, seven or eight short, desperate thrusts followed by one or two slow, shuddering ones, then back to fast ones. His hands held my head tightly against him while he fucked my mouth.

Then his legs were trembling around me, shooting straight out but still tight around my head. His narrow hips lifted up off the couch, his back arching. “Unngghh! Ungghh! Uhn, uhn, uhn, guhhnnnnnng!” he yelped while his little cock twitched frantically inside my mouth.

Adam vibrated there for maybe fifteen seconds before he finally collapsed with a sigh. Eventually his hands left my head, and with a last little suck I lifted up off his glistening little prick. I gave it an affectionate lick, which made him shiver. Slowly, his eyes drifted open. He met my gaze and smiled. “Can I have some fruit now?” he asked.

I laughed. I gave him a little kiss on the head of his cock. He squirmed against me with a giggle. “Greedy little piglet,” I teased. Adam giggled again, biting that lip, looking adorable. I sat back and just looked at him. He ran his hands up and down his thighs, obviously still alive with sensation. He shivered. Then he was leaning forward, his arms around my neck and kissing me sweetly.

I stood up, intending to head into the kitchen and get my boy his fruit. Adam stood after a minute, then shook his wiener at the guy in the garden with a giggle before gathering up his pants and underwear and heading into his bedroom. He came out a minute later wearing socks and a pair of soft cotton shorts. He was shirtless. He joined me at the kitchen counter and we ate grapes and strawberries and cantaloupe.

Eventually the lawn guys packed up their gear and left. Adam was sitting at my computer, probably looking at something he shouldn’t. I was in the kitchen, trying to decide what to do for dinner. That’s when I heard the bike outside. A Harley makes a pretty distinctive noise, and it’s loud enough to be heard even in the house with my thick windows. Curious, I started to make my way out of the kitchen. That’s when I saw Adam standing behind the desk, staring out the front window, a look of growing alarm on his face.

“Brad!” he warned.

I rushed out of the kitchen to the window. The guy was rough looking. About my height, six foot or so. Not as broad in the shoulders as I am. Long, stringy black hair. Sleeveless jean jacket, ragged jeans. Sorta handsome in a rugged, scruffy way. A hard ass.

“Who is he?” I asked.

Adam was at my side by the window. “One of my mom’s boyfriends. His name is Rick. He’s a moron, and he’s mean.”

“You stay in here,” I told him. Outside, the guy was getting off his bike. I ran to my desk. A quick search turned up a business card. I handed it to Adam. “Call this number. It’s Sheriff Perkins. Tell him what’s happening. Stay inside.”

Adam nodded. I went to the front door. I looked to my left, at the coat closet. Inside was a hunting rifle and a small gun safe holding two pistols. I decided to leave them there. Through the door, I could see the guy looking up at the house. Just as I put my hand on the door handle he leaned back, with his hands cupped to his mouth, and shouted, “Hey, faggot, you in there?”

I opened the door, stepped through and pulled it closed behind me. The guy’s attention was on me instantly. I saw him sizing me up, and then dismissing me. He grinned. That was a mistake. I’m not saying I’m Rambo or anything, but I can fight. After a fashion anyway. Over the years I’ve trained in several martial arts as well as boxing. Again, don’t want to give the impression that I’m some secret kung fu master. It was always just about exercise for me. I haven’t been in a real fight since I was fifteen. Still, I was fairly confident that this guy wouldn’t be a problem. After a certain amount of training, you can tell the dangerous guys just from the way they move. I was guessing this guy would be all fury and no finesse.

“Hey, Rick,” I said, by way of greeting.

That seemed to confuse him a moment, but then he managed to work out how I’d know his name. “Guess you got me at a bit of a disadvantage,” he said in his thick West Virginia accent.

“I can’t imagine anything I say changing that,” I responded.

I watched his wheels working, but he wasn’t going to make sense of that one. Instead he stuck that cocky smirk back in place and said, “Guess you’re wonderin’ why I’m here.”

“I couldn’t care less why you’re here, Rick, but I’m going to politely ask you to leave.”

“Angie’as right ’bout you; you really are a faggot, ain’t ya?” he said.

“Actually, it’s just courtesy and a firm command of the language, but I can understand how that might confuse you.”

“You talk too fuckin’ much, anyone ever told you that?” Seemed Rick was getting angry. He moved closer to me. Not overly aggressive, but I could see the calculation in his eyes. He was planning violence.

“Yeah, I completely washed out of mime school,” I said, frankly amused with my own cleverness. The rejoinder again seemed to confound poor Rick.

He shook his head, as if to clear it of confusion. “This is simple, faggot,” he said.

What is it with these people and the word faggot, I wondered.

“My old lady says you’re fuckin’ her rug rat. That’s some sick shit by the way, but hey, know what I say? To eat his own. Meanin’, I don’t give a shit what you do. My old lady does though, but the way we figure it is this, you can go on plowin’ that little faggot’s ass all you want, but it’s gonna cost ya.”

To eat his own? I was thinking. “So, just to make sure I understand,” I said. “You’re okay with me ‘plowing’ Adam, as you so succinctly put it, so long as I pay for the privilege. Is that about right?”

Rick grinned happily. “You got it.”

“Okay, I have to admit, you’ve peaked my curiosity. Just how much does a good ass-plowing go for these days?”

“See, I knew you was a faggot,” he smirked. “Le’s see… I figure fi- ten grand. Ten grand and you can have the little shit. Free an clear.”

“That’s quite a bargain,” I said, stalling for time. How long would it take the sheriff to get here? “Will you take a check?”

“I ain’t gonna take no fuckin’ check. Are you dickin’ me around? You don’t wanna dick me around, man,” he warned.

I couldn’t help myself. “Are you sure? You look like you could use a good dickin’ around.”

“What are you talkin’ about, man? That some faggot shit? You hittin’ on me?”

“Yeah, you’re fucking gorgeous, how could I resist?” Seems I was getting a bit angry myself.

“I hate you faggots,” Rick snarled. “Bible says that shit’s unnatural.”

Is this guy going to start quoting scripture at me, I thought, incredulous. “Rick,” I said, growing tired of the situation. “Leave. Now.”

“Nah,” the guy said, waving me off with a mean grin. “You don’t get it. You don’t pay, the kid’s comin’ with me. Ain’t that right, kid?” he asked, looking over my shoulder.

Shit, I’d told him to stay ins– BAM!

Guy clocked me as I turned to see Adam. As I spun away, trying to absorb some of the blow, I could see the front door was closed. No Adam. Okay, so maybe the guy wasn’t as stupid as I’d thought.

“Ooooo!” Rick crowed. “That had to hurt!” He was laughing, hands raised, bouncing around on the balls of his feet like he’d just won a title fight, psyching himself up. Okay, so maybe he was a moron after all. Lesson one, once a fight starts, finish it.

I turned and rose from the crouch I’d gone into, hand on the side of my face, testing. He’d gotten me just above the left temple as I’d turned. Was probably going to hurt like hell later. I twisted my neck side to side, rolled my shoulders. Working out the kinks. Then I set myself and waited.

“Ooooo, the pansy wants a fight,” Rick said, chuckling.

I waited. Always let them come to you, I’d been taught. He bounced forward on his toes, like a boxer, but I could tell he knew little about boxing. He was clumsy. He punched the air a few times, showing off as he moved closer. His punch, when it came, was so telegraphed I thought I should look around for a Western Union office. I twisted my body down and to the right, allowing his right fist to slide past me, then pivoted back, putting my shoulders into a blow with my right palm that hit him dead center in his solar plexus.

He coughed explosively as I hit him, the force of the blow knocking him back about three steps. He brought both hands to his chest, a look of surprise on his face as he struggled to take a breath. I set myself again and waited. After gaping like a fish and sucking no air three or four times, he finally managed a deep, shuddering breath. His eyes never left me.

Finally he got enough breath to say, hoarsely, “Yer gonna pay for that, motherfucker.” Then, eyes still on me, he backed until he was at his bike. Then he turned and quickly grabbed a baseball bat from a side saddle bag. I watched him warily.

I thought I heard a noise behind me, and then I heard Adam’s voice say, “Brad?”

Rick was a good thirty feet away, so I risked a glance at the front door. Adam stood framed there. In his hand was the iron fireplace poker. I was so proud. My boy was coming to my rescue.

“Hey look,” Rick said. “It’s faggot junior. Come to watch me beat the shit outta your boyfriend?”

“Fuck you, Rick!” Adam said defiantly.

“Fuck you, Rick!” Rick repeated in a high-pitched sing-song mockery of Adam’s sweet treble voice. “Fuck you, Rick! Gonna fuck up your boyfriend, and then maybe see about you, how you like that?”

“Adam, go back inside,” I said calmly, my eyes never leaving Rick as he sidled closer, swinging the bat lightly back and forth.

As it turned out, I never got the chance to test what I’d learned about disarming an assailant. At that moment, siren silent but lights blazing, a sheriff’s car tore up the drive. Painted in the lurid red and blue lights, Rick spun around. Then he turned to look at me and said, “You called the cops?” like I’d somehow betrayed him.

The car screeched to a halt, the door opened, and a voice I didn’t recognize said, “Put down the weapon, now!”

“Okay, okay, it’s down,” Rick said, carefully placing the bat on the ground and raising his arms over his head.

“Take three steps to your right,” the voice ordered.

As Rick was complying with the deputy’s orders, another car, lights also flashing, pulled in behind the first. It was hard to see through the lights, but a voice I recognized as belonging to the sheriff called out, “You okay, Mr. Canyon?”

“Fine here, Sheriff,” I called back.

I went up on the porch to join Adam as, between them, they got Rick handcuffed and placed in the back of the deputy’s cruiser. The sheriff joined us a minute later.

“Glad you called us, Adam,” he said. “You did the right thing. Glad nobody got hurt.”

“Brad was kicking his butt,” Adam said, coming to my defense. I had a moment to be thankful that Adam had thought to put on a t-shirt. More and more these days it seems that people think there’s something sexual about a shirtless boy. Well, there is, but they shouldn’t be thinking that.

I chuckled. “I don’t know about that. And he got one good shot in,” I said, touching a finger to the side of my face.

“Well, we’ll be able to add assault to his charges then,” the sheriff said. “So, revenge, I assume?”

I looked at Adam. “Adam, why don’t you go put your weapon away there while I talk to the sheriff.”

“Okay.” Then he was gone inside.

I pulled the door shut, then turned to Sheriff Perkins. “Actually,” I told him, “it was a business meeting. He tried to sell Adam to me.”

“He what?” the sheriff said, appalled.

I nodded. “Not an exact quote, but I believe he said that in exchange for ten thousand dollars I could ‘keep him free and clear’ and ‘plow his ass’ as often as I wanted.”

“Well, that’s just fu- lovely,” the sheriff said after a few moments of shocked silence, just stopping short of using the unprofessional expletive. He looked at the doors where Adam had disappeared. “The boy heard that?”

I shook my head. “He was inside until just before your deputy showed.”

Sheriff Perkins nodded thoughtfully. “Okay, I don’t want to disrupt your evening any further. Can I get you to come down to the office tomorrow and fill out a report?”

“Absolutely,” I said. “I can stop by after I drop Adam at school if that’s alright.”

We spent a couple more minutes talking. The sheriff said he’d arrange for someone to grab Rick’s bike. By the time everyone left, and I was able to get back inside the house, I found Adam waiting anxiously near the front door.

“Are you okay?” he asked, coming to me and wrapping his arms around me.

“I’m fine, bunny,” I told him. “That was some quick thinking with the poker.”

Adam grinned. “You didn’t need it though. I saw how you were kickin’ his butt. Could you teach me to fight like that?”

“Why would you want to fight?” I asked. Adam shrugged, a bit embarrassed it seemed. I thought I understood. He wanted to be able to stand up to the Ricks of the world. Of course, I wanted that for him, too. “I think I can probably show you a thing or two,” I allowed.

Adam gave me a grin. Then said, “Brad?”

“Yeah?” I asked, kissing him on his forehead.

“I’m starving.”

I chuckled. “Me, too. Hmm, a bit late for making dinner. How about you go get cleaned up and ready for bed and I’ll order us some pizza?”

“Pizza!” Adam said, excited.

“Pepperoni and sausage, right?” I asked, remembering an earlier discussion we’d had about pies.


I grabbed the phone and ordered the pizza while Adam headed upstairs to hop into the shower. Twenty minutes later there was still no sign of Adam. I emptied the baggy full of ice and melted water that had been wrapped in the tea towel I’d been holding to my head into the sink and headed up the stairs. I didn’t want Adam seeing it and worrying. Standing at the bathroom door, I could hear Adam singing softly to himself. I was surprised again that he actually had a very nice voice, very sweet.

I’m gonna paint you by numbers
And color you in
If things go right we can frame it and put you on a wall

And it’s so hard to say it but I’ve been here before
Now I’ll surrender up my heart
And swap it for yours

I opened the door slowly, hoping I wouldn’t interrupt his singing, but he saw me immediately. He was sitting in the tub, grinning.

“Are you gettin’ in?” he asked, perking up with excitement.

“Pizza coming, remember? I wish you hadn’t stopped singing,” I said. “You sounded great.”

Adam blushed, then asked, “Why did you come in, then?”

“Just wanted to make sure you hadn’t drowned. Guessing you found something to play with instead.”

Adam grinned and stood. Sure enough, he was stiff as a nail.

“You’re gonna wear it down to a nub,” I chuckled.

Adam thrust his hips. “Come and give it a kiss,” he teased.

“Pizza’s coming,” I reminded him.

“Just a itsy bitsy lil kiss?” he asked in a sing-song voice, pushing down on the base of his cock so it was pointing straight at me.

“Fine,” I smiled. I went and sat on the edge of the tub. Adam eagerly pushed his dick towards me. It was glistening with wetness and I have to admit I wanted to do a lot more than just kiss it. It was amazing to me just how sexy this little boy was. I reached out and cupped his tiny testicles while gripping the base of his cock between thumb and forefinger. Then I leaned forward and placed a soft kiss right against the very tip of him. Soapy.

Adam giggled, and thrust his hips forward. I opened my mouth to accept him and his slight length quickly slid to the hilt between my lips. “Mmmm,” Adam cooed, holding himself there. I sucked at him lightly, my fingers toying still with his balls. “Blowjobs are the best thing in the world,” Adam sighed.

I chuckled around his throbbing little dick and then began to slide my mouth back and forth on him. I reached up behind him and took a firm little asscheek in my hand. Adam moaned and began to work his hips. I held still, allowing him to fuck my mouth with slow, gentle thrusts, all the while working him with my tongue and suctioning mouth.

Adam brought his hands down to lightly grip the sides of my face, just as the doorbell rang. I stood, causing Adam to groan in disappointment. “Sorry, buddy,” I said with a grin. “You’ll just have to take care of this little guy yourself.” I gave his cock an affectionate squeeze.

“We don’t need pizza!” Adam cried as I turned to leave the bathroom.

I turned and grinned at him. “Man does not live by blowjobs alone.” Then I was gone and followed down the stairs by the sound of Adam giving me a raspberry. I laughed.

The pizza boy was one I hadn’t seen before, I could see him checking out the house as I paid him and took the box. I’d have invited him to take a look around, if it hadn’t been for Adam upstairs. I’d happily shown the place off to past delivery drivers who’d shown an interest.

Instead of the kitchen, I carried the box to the coffee table in front of the tv, then returned to the kitchen for paper plates and napkins. Adam joined me a minute later, still naked, and still hard. It was difficult to know whether or not he’d finished himself off after I’d left him. Knowing him, he could have jacked off twice in that time and still been as hard as he was still. Instead of heading to his room to dress, which is what I was expecting, Adam just flopped onto the sofa in front of the pizza.

“Dining au natural this evening?” I asked, amused.

Adam looked up and grinned. “I cleaned my butt.”

I laughed. “Well, it’s good to know the cushions are safe, but if you drip hot pizza sauce on your ween, don’t come crying to me.”

“You’ll just lick it off anyway,” he teased, and of course he was right.

So we sat and we ate pizza, and nobody had to lick anything off anyone else, and my cushions remained safe. That doesn’t mean that the meal was without drama however. While Adam was interested in the show we were watching, I was much more interested in watching Adam. He remained hard the entire time, thanks in no small part to his ever-present left hand, which stroked and teased throughout the show. Time and again I would find myself looking over at him with something akin to awe, at his beauty, his sensuality, and most of all, his presence in my life and my home.

By the time the show was over and it was time to head up to bed, I was practically bursting through my shorts. A fact that Adam didn’t miss, giggling and pointing as I stood to clean up dinner.

“You got a boner,” he said.

“You started it,” I said accusingly.

Adam hopped off the couch, his own erection so stiff it wasn’t even bouncing, and came to me. He reached out and groped me through my shorts. Then, he pulled down the front of my shorts and briefs and wrapped his hand around my naked cock.

“Geez, Adam,” I gasped, nearly dropping the pizza box and plates.

While I had a hand out to either side, helpless, Adam grinned up at me, his hand slowly jacking me now. He watched a little precum bubble up out of my slit, and he bent over and wrapped his mouth around my cock, his tongue swirling. I nearly collapsed. I must have made some sound of alarm, because Adam straightened and grinned at me, licking his lips.

“You liked that, huh?” he asked, mischief flashing in his eyes.

“You’re gonna make me drop something,” I warned.

“Your pants?” he joked, and then the little brat pantsed me!

“You little weasel!” I exclaimed. Adam danced away, giggling. Rather than try to pull them up, I just stepped out of my shorts. “You’re so gonna get it,” I warned as I headed quickly to the kitchen. Adam squealed with excitement and raced up the stairs, pale ass flashing. I hurriedly dropped off the plates and pizza box on the counter, figuring I’d clean them up in the morning. I wanted to race after him right then, but I had to shut off the lights and lock up, which I did quickly. Then, stiff cock bouncing, leading the way, I hurried up the stairs.

I burst into the bedroom expecting him to be in bed, waiting for me with that stiff little erection. The bed was empty. I stepped forward, as if he would magically appear if I got closer. The light in the bathroom was on, providing a swath of light which provided decent illumination into the room, but I didn’t even see him in the shadowy corners. Nothing.

“Ahhhhhh!!!” Adam screamed as he attacked me from behind.

“Ahhhh!!” I screamed back, running around the room with Adam on my back. “Get it off! Get it off!” I screeched like a girl. Adam was laughing hysterically. I circled the room a few times, swaying back and forth, causing Adam to have to clutch me tightly, difficult when he was laughing so hard.

Finally, a bit winded, I stood swaying at the foot of the bed. “I… I’m gonna faint,” I said. Adam took the cue and jumped back and off me as I collapsed onto the bed.

From flat on my back I glanced toward the head of the bed. Adam crouched there giggling. “I got you.”

“You got me,” I agreed with a grin.

“Now you gotta suck it,” he said with a cheeky smile. He moved around and squatted on my chest.

“How does that work?” I said. “You jumped me.”

“Right,” he explained. “So I win and you gotta suck it.”

“Uh uh,” I said, shaking my head. “No way.”

“Uh huh,” he grinned. He rose on his knees, leaning forward a bit to push his dick towards my mouth. I made a show of squeezing my lips together and then I made the zipper motion with my right hand. I grinned.

Taking his dick in his right hand, he rubbed it back and forth over my lips. Then he smacked me a couple of times with it. When that didn’t work, he starting making tiny jabs with his hips, poking me in the lips with his little cockhead. “Open up for the choo choo,” he sang.

I couldn’t help it. I laughed, and Adam didn’t miss the opportunity, thrusting his three inches into my mouth. I nearly choked, laughing around his little cock and then, still smiling, I began to work him with my mouth as he started to thrust himself in and out. Adam held himself upright, hands supporting himself on the headboard, as he fucked my mouth. Almost immediately he was gasping with pleasure. Then he stopped and pulled himself out of my mouth.

“Can you get the buzzy thing?” he asked.

I laughed. “The buzzy thing?”

He scowled at me. “You know what I mean.”

I smiled. “You grab it, it’s in the nightstand.”

Adam eagerly crawled across the bed on his hands and knees and opened up the drawer. What a vision. He quickly returned with the little vibrator and the lube, which he handed to me. He then positioned himself on my chest again, trying to poke his little dick back into my mouth.

I sputtered and laughed. “You’re killin’ me, Smalls.”

Adam’s eyes widened in surprise. “I love that movie!”

“It’s a good movie,” I agreed. “Now, if you want to play with Mr. Buzzy, you’ll have to give me a minute to get him ready.”

“Hurry!” Adam laughed.

“I’m hurrying, I’m hurrying,” I assured him, as I carefully lubed up the little vibrator. Recapping the bottle of lube, I let it fall to the side while I reached up over Adam’s thighs and behind him.

While the fingers of my left hand found Adam’s rubbery little sphincter, and my right carefully moved the vibrator into place, Adam said “Choo choo!” again, in a not so subtle hint, and I dutifully opened my mouth to admit his throbbing little boner.

Adam immediately began thrusting himself again into my mouth. I tried talking, but it was useless. He realized I was trying to communicate though, and he pulled himself from my mouth again. “You’re gonna have to sit still if you want to do this,” I told him with a smile.

“Sorry,” he said. “I can’t help it.”

I took him back into my mouth and held him steady with my left hand while I pressed the vibrator against Adam’s sphincter. I slowly slid it inwards. I could feel Adam tense above me.

“Hmm hmm?” I hummed, unable to talk with his little cock in my mouth.

Adam nodded, understanding. “It’s big,” he said. “Keep goin’, though.”

I grinned around Adam’s dick and carefully pressed forward. Adam’s eyes were locked on mine and and I saw them grow wider as the full thickness of the vibrator spread the tight ring of his anus. He bit his lip and shut his eyes for a moment. I was worried he was in pain, and then I saw the tip of his tongue emerge and realized he was lost in the sensation. The vibrator was halfway in and I switched it on, my eyes on Adam’s face. His eyes flew open and he grinned down at me.

Adam shuddered and his little dick jerked in my mouth. “I love Mr. Buzzy,” he said. He hugged himself, like he was cold. I began to suck lightly on his cock. At the same time, I began to slowly work the vibrator in and out of his ass.

“Uhhhh,” Adam groaned, and his eyes drifted closed. He began to tremble. He didn’t seem to know what to do with his hands. He was rubbing his body, first his arms, then his chest and stomach, his sides, his thighs. All the while his small body was jerking, as if he were receiving intermittent electric shocks. Accompanying all this was a series of boyish sighs, “Uh… uh… uh…” One every five seconds or so.

After only a couple of minutes Adam sucked in a sharp breath and his whole body shook. “Nnnaa, naahhhaann,” he gasped while his little cock jerked repeatedly in my mouth. His tiny asshole closed up tight, making the lubed vibrator difficult to move, so I just held it in place.

Finally, Adam began to relax, and after a few moments he looked down at me with a huge grin. I pulled back enough to allow his still-stiff little prick to slip wetly from my mouth. “You liked that, huh?”

Adam nodded happily and slid down until he was lying on my chest. “It’s the best thing ever.”

“Well, I think maybe you’re the best thing ever, but I’m glad you enjoyed it,” I told him with a smile and a quick peck on the lips. I started to slide the vibrator out of Adam’s ass, but he reached back and grabbed my wrist, holding it in place.

“Don’t take it out, okay?” he asked.

“You like Mr. Buzzy, hmm?” I grinned.

Adam grinned. “It makes me feel all squiggly inside.”

I laughed. “Squiggly?”

Adam grinned and stuck his tongue out at me. I lifted my head enough to suck the tip of his pink tongue into my mouth. With a hungry sigh, he hugged me tightly and then kissed me lustily, his still-stiff cock humping against my chest. The taste of his mouth was so sweet. The way his small tongue worked against mine, the eager sounds he made into my mouth, all combined to drive me a bit crazy. While I worked the vibrator in and out of Adam’s tiny asshole, my other hand grabbed one of those firm little buns, squeezing gently.

Then Adam was moving himself downward. His lips left mine, moving to my neck. I gasped as I felt the heat of his body come into contact with the head of my cock. I heard another eager little moan escape my delicious little boy, and then he was stretching his arm back, and I felt his small hand wrap itself around my throbbing shaft.

“Mmmm, Adam,” I moaned. I shuddered as his hand slowly jacked me.

Then Adam pulled back and stared at me, an indecipherable look on his young face. “Brad?”

“What is it, bunny?” I asked.

“I really wanna do it,” he said.

“Do what?” I asked, confused for a moment.

“You know,” he said, squeezing my cock. “Please? I promise if it hurts I’ll stop.”

I tried to think of an argument, but to be honest, the look in his eyes and the feel of his hand on my cock were making rational thought difficult. “You really promise?” I said, finally.

Adam nodded, eyes flashing with nervous excitement. I slid the vibrator out of his ass, laying it on the bed and awkwardly twisting the base to shut it off. Adam adjusted himself on top of me, and then I felt the head of my cock pressed against the heat of his tiny pucker.

“Wait!” I said. Adam looked ready to protest, but I stopped him by holding up the bottle of lube. “This’ll help.”

Adam grinned. He grabbed the bottle and slid over to kneel on my right side. Opening the bottle, he carefully squirted a small puddle into his right hand. He snapped the lid closed against his chin and dropped the bottle to the mattress next to the abandoned vibe. Then he reached out and carefully spread his handful of lube over the length of my cock. I shuddered as he made sure every one of my five inches was slick and glistening.

“You sure about this, bunny?” I asked, as he straddled my waist again.

“I wanna try,” he assured me.

Once again, I felt the tip of my cock being mashed against his fevered asshole. I was tense, watching his face, the intense look of concentration on his beautiful features as he pressed himself back against me. I felt him shudder above me as he pressed his body downward, saw the strain on his face, then felt the center of him suddenly giving way, and with a mutual gasp, the head of my cock was inside him.

“Are you okay?” I asked, worried, seeing his eyes wide.

“It’s inside,” Adam gasped, but he gave me a look of triumph.

“Adam, if it hurts…” I began.

He shook his head, his coppery locks momentarily hiding his face. His hand left the shaft of my cock and then he was steadying himself with a hand on either side of my chest. He trembled on top of me as the tip of my cock throbbed at the entrance of his rectum.

“It’s really big,” Adam finally gasped, his shoulders trembling. “Just gotta get used to it.”

As Adam struggled with this new experience, I was having struggles of my own. As a lover of boys, I’d often fantasized about this moment of course, but the reality of the situation was nearly terrifying. Not the physicality of it, which was everything I’d dreamed, but the implications of the act. I was having sex, actual intercourse, with a boy. A young boy. Thoughts of prison went through my head, thoughts of an older Adam crying in front of a therapist, newspapers with my name in large, angry letters – and those were the more pleasant thoughts. Part of me felt compelled to put an immediate stop to it, but I’d been down that road already and we had reached this point for better or for worse. If this was what Adam wanted, I wasn’t going to stop him. Of course, the fact that I desperately wanted it myself may have been affecting my rationale.

It wasn’t reverie so much as mental masturbation, but whatever it was, Adam pulled me out of it as he began to force himself downward around my straining cock. My hands went to my little boy’s hips. I could feel the muscles in his ass tensing, his hips trembling, as he pushed down. I tenderly rubbed his asscheeks, offering silent encouragement.

“You okay, bunny?” I asked, unable to stay silent. Adam gasped, breathing hard, as if he’d been holding his breath. He probably had been. “Stop a sec, Adam,” I suggested. “Back off a few seconds and try again.”

I’d just intended him to slide back until only my cockhead remained inside, but he moved forward until my entire cock slid out of him. I desperately wanted to be back inside him. “Okay?” I asked.

“I’m doin’ it,” he grinned. Then he was kissing me. It was a hungry, fevered kiss, and when it ended I was the one gasping for air. I hadn’t even been holding my breath.

“I’m really proud of you, sweetie,” I said, thinking he’d appreciate the encouragement.

Adam grinned. Then he gave me a loud smack on the lips, arched his back, and reached behind him to take hold of my cock once again. With a small grunt of effort, my cock was back where it belonged, stretching my beautiful little boy’s asshole. Yeah, I said back where it belonged. I’m willing to admit when I’ve been an idiot. Almost have to be, as I seem to make such a habit of it.

I could feel the tight heat of him as he enveloped my throbbing cock. Adam was trembling atop me again and he pushed himself further and further down the length of my cock. I couldn’t believe the heat of him. My cock hadn’t been inside anyone for so long, and this tiny boy’s ass was by far the most amazing home it had ever found. Tight, gripping, burning with a sweet and gentle heat, like… the breath of an angel. Yeah, I can’t believe I just said that either.

Before I think either of us was really aware of it, Adam had fully engulfed me. He pressed hard back against me, but there was no longer anywhere to go. His eyes grew wide and he smiled, pride and wonder writ large on his shining face.

“It’s all in me!” he exclaimed.

“You’re okay?” I asked.

Adam’s eyes looked up and off, full of contemplation while he wiggled atop me experimentally. He slowly pushed his upper body back, eventually squatting atop me on his haunches. I saw that his cock was about half hard. He shifted back and forth. Then his eyes met mine with a huge grin.

“I really did it,” he said, awestruck.

“You really did,” I smiled. Then I flexed, causing my cock to jump inside him. Adam’s eyes widened.

“Do it again!” he said, eagerly.

So I flexed again, while I reached out and gently pinched the tip of his little penis between my thumb and forefinger. With very little manipulation it was as hard as ever.

“Does this mean I’m not a virgin?” he suddenly asked.

I chuckled. “I think it definitely qualifies.”

Adam grinned. “Cool.”

“You ready to try moving a little?” I asked, frankly desperate to start fucking, but wanting him to take things at his own pace. My beast was attempting to rear its head, and it was all I could do not to flip Adam under me and start pounding his delicate little ass.

Adam slowly leaned forward, his hands pressing into my chest, drawing himself off me. I shivered with a little chill as his heat was replaced with the coldness of empty space and it was all I could do to not pull him back down around me. I looked up at him, his face was in shadow, but the light from the bathroom created a coppery halo of his hair. His bottom lip was between his teeth, his eyes closed, his head tilted slightly back. The fading bruise around his left eye was lost in artful shadow.

He rose slowly, until only the head of my cock remained trapped by his warmth, then with a slow hiss of pleasure, he lowered himself once more. As his little balls settled against my groin and the hair of my pubic bush smashed against the satiny skin of his ass, Adam’s eyes opened and fixed on me.

“I love you,” Adam said, his voice barely more than a whisper.

“I love you too, beautiful boy,” I smiled. “Are you sure you’re okay? No pain?”

He shook his head and smiled. “I feel like a turkey.”

I laughed, and the motion caused us both to gasp in pleasure. “A turkey?” I said, confused but tickled.

“I’m stuffed full,” Adam giggled, and then we were both laughing, and gasping, pleasure and humor rocking us both.

Then Adam began to rock back and forth, already gasping and panting as my cock speared him over and over. I was frankly feeling a bit light-headed. Not only the physical sensation, but the sight of my boy atop me, pleasuring himself with my cock, was nearly too much for me. Already I could feel my body racing towards orgasm, but I forced it back, wanting to enjoy this as long as possible.

Then suddenly Adam rose to his knees. He knelt there over me, eyes locked with mine. Between his legs, his sturdy little cock rose stiffly. He began to rub his body, his stomach and chest and nipples as he began to rise up and down, riding me.

“I can believe how good it feels,” he gasped. “I’m so filled up.”

“Better than Mr. Buzzy?” I asked with a smile.

“Different,” he allowed, “but a bunch better.”

“You look so sexy like that,” I told him, which got me a grin.

He laid down again then, skin to skin, his head reaching towards me. After a moment he said, “I can’t kiss you.”

“So scooch up,” I said.

“But then your thing’ll fall out,” he pointed out.

“Just for a minute,” I reasoned.

So Adam moved forward along my body until my cock slid wetly from his gripping asshole. He kissed me hungrily, moaning into my mouth while his cock throbbed against me. I reached down to clutch his perfect little ass.

“Hug me,” Adam insisted.

So I wrapped him up in my arms while he straddled my sides. He settled his head against my neck then said softly, “I love you so much, Brad.”

“I love you too, bunny,” I assured him him, stroking his back.

Then he pulled back so he could look down at me and asked, “Can you put it back in?”

“Of course,” I said, beginning to move him downwards, but he stopped himself.

“Can you be on top?”

“Of course, Adam,” I said. “We can do it however you like, but you have to tell me if it starts to hurt.”

Adam slid off me while I rolled to my side. He thought for a moment and finally lay on his stomach where I’d been. “Can we do it like this? So you’re smothering me up?”

“We can certainly try,” I said with a smile.

So while Adam lay his face tenderly upon his crossed arms, I moved so that I was hovering over him. He looked so small and delicate lying there. Holding myself on hands and knees over him, I looked down between us and saw my cock straining between my legs. I took myself in hand while I carefully lowered myself.

“Lift yourself a bit, Adam,” I said softly, and his pale little ass rose a few inches to meet me. I maneuvered the head of my cock between his legs, feeling around with my finger until I located his little pucker.

“Are you ready?” I asked.

Adam nodded, but didn’t otherwise answer.

Carefully, I pushed myself forward. For a moment I thought I’d misaligned myself, but then Adam grunted and the tip of my cock was once again engulfed by his heat. Hearing no further protest, I began to push myself into him. He shifted a bit at about the three inch mark, but I pressed on and soon I was buried to the hilt inside him.

“How’s that?” I asked. I kissed the top of his head.

“Do it to me,” Adam whispered, and I could hear the strain in his voice.

Hesitantly, I began to slide backwards and then forward again. Adam gave a low moan and his ass gripped me tightly. Carefully then, I lowered myself until I was pressing against him, most of my weight pushing him down against the mattress. I slid my hands in from the sides, sliding them under his chest, palm up so that I was clutching his chest while my thumbs hooked into his armpits. With my knees firmly against the bed and my toes bent to give me traction, I began to work up a serious rhythm.

“Unnggghhh, Brad,” Adam gasped after only a minute or so and I felt him shudder beneath me as his rectum rippled around my fucking cock. His small hands reached out to grip the edge of the mattress, knuckles showing white.

I’d known Adam was a vocal lover before, but my earlier experiences with him were nothing compared to this. Each thrust of my cock elicited a strangled cry from him. They sounded pained, but Adam assured me I wasn’t hurting him, so I continued to fuck the little boy while staring at a spot on the wall, trying to trick myself into believing that I wasn’t driving my cock in and out of this beautiful little boy, as each glance at his face in profile against the mattress, eyes closed and mouth gaping as he moaned, made me shudder and feel closer to orgasm.

After another two or three minutes Adam shivered again, his agonizing gasps of pleasure peaking again as another orgasm ripped through him. Then he was gasping, “Kiss me!”

It took a moment for me to wrestle control of my body back from the animal side of my brain. I carefully pulled back until my cock slid from Adam’s body. Like a fish desperate for escape, Adam twisted beneath me and hooked his arms around my neck, pulling himself up until he could reach my mouth with his. Then he was practically devouring me while his legs wrapped around my sides.

“Again!” Adam gasped, and I looked down into the face of this gorgeous boy to see a fevered, dreamy look upon his face that almost made him look like a stranger.

“Keep your legs wrapped and slide down,” I told him.

Adam figured out what I wanted quickly and he wiggled his way downward until his legs were around my hips, his ankles locked above my thighs.

As I went to take all my weight on one arm, Adam said, “I’ll do it!” Then his hand was down between our bodies and suddenly gripping the slimy length of my cock. It took a few moments of adjusting, but eventually we were able to get my cock back into position and Adam gasped as my cock once again slid into his asshole.

I had to lower my weight to get any traction. Underneath me, Adam’s little body was bent practically double, his ass raised upward. Now I could watch my boy’s face as I began to work my cock into him. His head was shaking back and forth, his eyes fluttering. I began to give in then.

Thoughts of being careful, of paying close attention to Adam’s condition, began to get lost in the haze of the fever which was filling my head. With each meaty slap of my crotch against his ass, I went further and further down the rabbit hole. Rabbit hole. Bunny, asshole. Okay, a moment of clarity there as I recognize what I’d just thought. Then I was back under and fucking as hard and fast as I could.

I’m not sure how long I was gone. It couldn’t have been as long as it felt, because I was already struggling not to come. What brought me back was the staccato vocalizations slipping from Adam’s throat.

“Bra… ad… I nee… nee… need…”

I wasn’t sure what Adam needed, but it snapped me out of my daze and looked down at my boy to see him staring at me wild-eyed, his mouth hanging open. He was clutching my shoulders desperately and gasping while his body shook. Once again I felt that rippling sensation up and down the length of my cock which told me the boy was coming, and with a last, powerful thrust, I felt myself explode.

I held myself stiffly, pressing forward as hard as I could while my cock lurched mightily, spitting out thick globs of cum deep into Adam’s bowels. I saw his eyes widen as I filled him.

“I can feel it,” he said, voice hoarse but full of wonder.

Suddenly worried that the vicious pounding I’d just given the boy might be painful, either now or later, I carefully worked myself onto my back while holding him against me. I pulled the covers over us, even though I was sweating profusely.

For the next couple of minutes I just stroked Adam’s back while his ass continued to milk my cock. Eventually I softened enough that Adam’s body expelled me.

“Are you okay, bunny?” I asked finally.

Adam raised his head so he could see my eyes. He gave a soft smile and said, “That was amazing.”

“You really liked it?” I asked.

He nodded. “It hardly hurt at all and only at first. Then it was… well, I don’t know how to describe it, but it was awesome. Plus I cummed so many times I lost count.” Then he asked, “Did you like it, too?”

“It was the best thing in my life,” I assured him.

“You promise?”

“Cross my heart,” I said, doing just that.

Adam lay his head back against my chest and said softly, “I’m glad.”

We lay like that for a bit. Adam eventually said he was warm and we pulled the covers back. I could still feel sweat on his back, as well as the wetness of more sweat between our bodies.

I was actually getting drowsy when Adam lifted his head and said, “Maybe next time we can…” and then he trailed off.

“Adam?” I asked, sensing something with was off.

With a look of alarm, Adam was off me and racing for the bathroom, hand held behind him between his legs.

“Adam?” I called out. I got a grunt in return.

Worried, I hopped out of bed and went to the bathroom to find Adam squatting on the toilet, arms around his middle. I knelt in front of him, hands on his knees. “Are you okay, Adam? Did I hurt you?”

Adam shook his head and I saw him tense and lean forward. He grunted. “I got a cramp,” he said in a strained voice. Then he farted loudly and gave me a look of pure mortification. “I’m sorry!”

I moved around till I was squatting on his side. I stroked his left thigh and caressed his back. “Adam, I think it’s air. I’m pretty sure I’ve read that air can get in there when you do… what we just did. It can cause cramping, and… you know… air. Let me go check the internet.”

“I think it’s getting better,” Adam said, reaching out to grip my arm.

“Are you sure?” I asked, still worried.

Adam nodded and slowly straightened. He took a couple of breaths. “I think it’s gone,” he said.

“Okay, bunny, but you tell me if starts again, okay?” He nodded and I helped him stand. I didn’t see it, but I imagined my cum leaking out of his ass. “How about we hop in the shower and get cleaned up?”

So we did that. I was really worried that Adam would relapse, so I made sure we kept it very utilitarian, then I took him back to bed. Just to make sure, I went and got a heating pad and laid it over his stomach.

“Is that okay?”

“Feels nice,” Adam softly, and I could hear the exhaustion in his voice.

I lay down beside him and gently brushed the hair from his eyes, then softly kissed his forehead. After turning out the lights I lay back beside him and caressed his chest, listening to his soft breathing. Eventually sleep also found me.

The end.

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You and I Both – Part six

You and I Both

You and I Both – Part six

The alarm woke us at seven the next morning. Adam’s school day began at 8:10am. I’m not exactly a morning person, but I was excited to see Adam off for the first time. As for the boy, he was disgustingly bright and cheerful. He had showered the night before, so just ran a damp towel over his hair to combat his bed-head, and he was ready to get dressed.

While he did that, I got breakfast started. First, though, I went to my pc and loaded up Adam’s favorite new website, www.24hoursofhappy.com. The sound of Pharrell’s ‘Happy’ filled the house. Adam had said I shouldn’t bother with breakfast, that he was used to just a bowl of cold cereal, but as I didn’t even have any in the house it was going to be more eggs and bacon. Besides, I wanted to cook for him. It warmed me, knowing I was sending him off to school with a good meal in him. I’m sure my mother would be proud of me. Hmm, made me wonder what she would really think about me and Adam. Best not to go there.

“How do I look?” Adam asked, entering the kitchen, bouncing with the music. He spun for me, modeling his new clothes with a smile. He was wearing orange pants with a bright blue cloth belt. Up top was a matching blue and white striped shirt with an orange shark on the front. On his feet, white and blue sneakers. He looked adorable.

“You’re adorable,” I told him.

Adam gave me a half eye-roll. “I wanna look cool,” he said.

“Adorably cool,” I assured him with a grin.

“Thanks again,” he said softly, coming over to give me a big hug.

I gave him a squeeze and gently kissed the top of his head. He smelled wonderful; maybe even better than the bacon. “Thanks for being here for me to spoil,” I told him. I got a quick kiss and a smile for that one, and then we sat down for breakfast.

We swayed happily in our chairs as we downed bacon and eggs, toast and orange juice. Finally, with a glance at the clock over the stove, I got us up and moving. As Adam gathered his backpack, it dawned on me to ask, “Did you have any homework over the weekend?”

Adam turned to me with a bright smile. “Awww, that’s so cute.”

I had to laugh. “Leave me alone!” I said with a grin. “I’m new to this.”

Adam hugged me. “I did my homework Friday before school even ended. Thanks for askin’ though,” and he gave me a kiss.

I felt all warm and fuzzy. The smell of bacon gave way to that of green growth and the flowers around the house as we exited through the front door. Adam skipped ahead of me towards the garage, spinning with his hands over his head, looking so happy I felt myself melting a bit.

Adam was first into the truck and was leaned over the seat trying to push my door open, but didn’t quite have the reach, so he was basically stretched out and flopping his hands uselessly, which made me chuckle when I opened the door and saw him, especially as he kept flapping those hands and looked up at me with a goofy grin on his face.

“Move over, goof,” I told him.

“Maybe I’ll stay right here,” he teased, his face where I was trying to sit. He raised a hand to his mouth and pretended to suck an invisible cock. I couldn’t help it, the look on his face was enough to waken things that didn’t even realize it was daylight yet.

“Move!” I said with a grin.

Adam ignored me, giving voice to a realistic sounding moan while his other hand rubbed at his crotch. His tongue flicked suggestively over the invisible cockhead. “Lord help me,” I said. “Arise, sex monkey!” I intoned. “Move thine ass or I shall smite it!”

Adam giggled and sat up then. He buckled his belt and then his hand went to his crotch, squeezing and leaving little doubt that he’d gone and gotten himself all hot and bothered.

“Well, that plan backfired, didn’t it, smartypants?” I asked, reaching over to give his crotch a little squeeze of my own.

Adam gave a real moan this time, and said, “Brad could you… you know, before school?”

“Could I what?” I teased.

Adam gave an exasperated sigh. “You know…” then in a softer voice, as if he could be overheard, “suck it.”

“Sorry, sport,” I told him, turning on the truck and backing out of the garage. “We’ve barely got enough time to get you there on time as it is.”

“But my dick’s gonna be hard all day,” he complained. “See?”

I glanced over to see his stiff three-incher rising obscenely from his fly. “Geez, Adam,” I said, half worried, half amused. “Are you trying to get me arrested? Put that away.”

Adam glumly returned his little erection where it belonged. “Sorry.”

“If it gets bad,” I told him, “then take care of yourself in the bathroom. I promise to make it up to you when you get home, okay?”

“You promise?” he asked.

“Scout’s honor,” I said.

Adam grinned. “What are you gonna do?”

I laughed. “Anything you like. You think about it and let me know after school, okay?”

“If I think about that all day, then I’ll definitely have to do it in the bathroom,” he groused.

“Aww, life is so unfair,” I teased.

Adam shot me a pouty look. “Meanie.” He couldn’t maintain it though, and he quickly giggled.

By that time, we were nearing the school. It was an old one-story building, made of faded red brick. There was a long line of vehicles dropping off children, as well as buses and students walking and on bicycles.

“You can drop me off here,” Adam said as we sat on the corner across the street.

“You sure?” I asked.

Adam nodded. Then, taking a careful look around to see if we were being observed, he gave me a quick peck on the lips. “Remember, three ten, okay?”

“I’ll be here,” I assured him. Then, with a last glance, he was gone. I watched him carefully cross the street. I’d have watched him all the way to the door but a car pulled up behind me and I had to move. The last I saw him he was weaving through a crowd of kids, quickly lost to view.

Back home I took care of the breakfast dishes and cleaned up the kitchen. Pharrell was still singing ‘Happy’, but it wasn’t the same without Adam there, so I turned it off. I went to open up the doors and windows, wanting the fresh air through the house. While I was doing that, I saw Henry about to head past my place in his little rowboat. I went out back and waved. He waved a hand in greeting, so I jogged out to the end of the pier. He angled in, and I helped stop him against the wooden dock.

“How are they biting?” I asked, by way of greeting, taking a seat on a little bench there.

“Can’t say, as they aren’t,” he responded.

I chuckled. Then we sat there for a few moments in companionable silence, enjoying the quiet of the lake.

Finally, Henry spoke up and said, “I see as you’ve got yourself a young guest up to the house.” I opened my mouth to deny it, but Henry overrode me. “Seen him t’other day,” he said, “strollin’ ’round inside. Not a stitch on ‘im.”

“Henry…” I began, mind racing, wondering how I could explain.

Henry grunted and waved a dismissive hand at me. “Ramsey boy, ain’t it?”

I nodded cautiously.

Henry nodded in acknowledgment. Then he hocked up some phlegm, turned his head and spit into the water. “Damned shame ’bout his mother. Beats ‘im like a rug. Everbody knows, and nobody’ll do a damned thing.” After a pause he reached out and patted me on the knee. “Good for you. Doin’ the right thing.”

“Thanks, Henry,” I said slowly. Was that to be the end of it?

Henry nodded. Then he looked up under his wide, hairy brows and gave me a wink and a sly smile. “Suppose it don’t hurt none, him bein’ cute as a Junebug.” Seeing my shocked look, he chuckled. “If I was twenty years younger,” he said, and sighed ruefully.

He patted me again on the knee. “Well, these fish ain’t gonna catch themselves. Help me push off here.”

I stood up and put a foot on the side of his boat, still reeling a bit. As I gave him a little shove, he looked at me with a smile and said, “We’ve all got our pasts, son. You treat that boy right.” Then he was off, drifting into the early morning haze.

I stood for little bit, watching him row off, wondering about the paths we take in life. Henry seemed quite content with the life he’d led. With a smile, I turned back to the house. I glanced at the time, suddenly at a loss as to how I was supposed to fill the hours until Adam was freed from school. My daily routine suddenly seemed empty and meaningless.

I wandered through the house, looking for something to clean or straighten. I made my bed. I found Adam’s pajamas in the bathroom and I folded them and then put them in his downstairs bedroom, but not before lifting them to my nose and inhaling, smelling Adam on them. The bathroom could have used a quick wipe, but I left it, again thinking of our camouflage. Eventually I found myself back in the kitchen with my head in the fridge, not even sure what, if anything, I was looking for in there. I realized, though, that we could use some groceries.

Grateful for a task, I made a quick list of essentials I needed, then grabbed my keys and headed out to the truck. Even though it was a bit out of the way, I drove past the elementary school. There was nothing to see. I wondered if any of the tiny figures in the windows was Adam. Was it possible to miss someone this much after knowing them such a short time? Adam had filled a hole in my life that I hadn’t even realized had been hollow, and now his absence howled through me like a mournful wind.

I made short work of the grocery shopping. Nobody seemed to notice, or at least comment, on the fact that I bought twice as much food as usual along with a large assortment of things I thought an eleven-year-old boy would appreciate. I got home, put away all the groceries and once again found myself checking the time. Still over five hours to go. Sigh.

I sat down at my computer to check emails. I went ahead and turned ‘Happy’ back on, enjoying it this time around. No emails. Eventually, I headed to my studio, but it was hard to concentrate. I would stop every couple of minutes to check the time, which never seemed to change. So I went for a late run, tried to watch tv, tried to do things around the house. Swam a few laps. Anything to eat up the time. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, the clock hit two-fifty. I practically ran out to the truck.

I made myself drive at a reasonable rate of speed, but I was still at the school a full ten minutes before it was to let out. Cars were already queuing up outside. I parked near where I’d dropped Adam that morning, across the street from the school. The minutes passed with glacial slowness. I sat in the truck with the windows down to enjoy the breeze, radio off so I wouldn’t miss the ringing of the bell.

Finally, my patience was rewarded. Faintly I could hear the ringing of the bell, then moments later the double doors burst open, disgorging a horde of rushing children. I sat up straighter in my seat, eyes straining, desperate to pick my boy out of the crowd. Finally, I spotted that shock of coppery hair and I think my heart literally skipped a beat. At the sidewalk in front of the school Adam paused for a moment, searching, then he spotted me, smiled and waved, and started across the street at a jog, backpack bouncing on his back.

I waved in return, then turned over the engine. So focused on Adam was I that I didn’t notice the figure step out from behind a nearby tree and say, “So who the fuck is that?”

Adam had stopped dead in his tracks, his face stricken. I looked to the right and saw what could only be his mother. According to Adam, she was twenty-eight; she looked forty. Her hair was straw-colored, or might have been if it were clean. As it was, it was a greasy, tangled mop. Her teeth were yellowed and blackened with rot, a sure sign of meth use. She was dressed in a black t-shirt, which read, ‘Classy Bitch’. Really sums it up right there, without needing to mention the work boots and the too-tight cut-off shorts.

I shut off the truck and stepped out. I walked up behind Adam, and he backed until he was pressed against me. I could feel a shudder go through him. His mother turned her attention to me. And I wasn’t the only one. I sensed the attention of others behind me.

“So, who the fuck are you?” she asked. “When the little shit didn’t come home all weekend I figured he’d got up to something.”

“Ma’am, my name is-” I began, but didn’t get any further.

She snorted laughter. “Ma’am?” she said, incredulous. “You some kinda faggot?” Then she stopped laughing and her eyes grew wide. I could feel a crowd growing behind me. “Holy shit!” she said. “You are a faggot, ain’t you? Are you fuckin’ my little faggot kid? He is one, ya know. Caught the little freak trying on my makeup once. He ever tell you that?” She laughed again. “Hell, he probly didn’t need to. You two probly fag out together, puttin’ on dresses and shit.” Then she turned her attention back to her son, oblivious or uncaring of the fact that he was trembling. The look of disgust on her face was horrible. “Told you you was a fuckin’ freak, little faggot.”

I felt disgusted, not just at her, but at myself for not stopping her. Too late, I moved and put Adam behind me. I felt his face against my back. “Enough,” I said, quietly, but in a voice quivering with barely-restrained rage.

She opened her mouth to speak again, but I cut her off. “One more word,” I said, my voice full of quiet menace. “One more hateful word from you is all I need.”

She must have seen something in my eyes, because she backed a step, looking nervous. “Who the fuck you think you are?” she asked, all false bravado now, but her eyes were on the crowd behind me. “He’s my fuckin’ kid.”

“Leave,” I said, still not raising my voice. I wanted nothing more than to beat her there on the sidewalk until she couldn’t move. I could feel Adam against my back and it was all I could do not to scream. She opened her mouth as if to give another protest and I said, “Now.” Her mouth snapped shut.

She looked again at the crowd, and must not have liked what she saw there. “Fine,” she said, disgusted. She walked about ten steps and then turned and snarled, “Don’t think this is over, faggot.”

I turned then and wrapped my arms around Adam, who buried his face against my chest, trembling terribly. I looked around at the faces that had been gathered behind me. Many of them were watching Adam’s mother walk off with a mixture of anger and disgust. Others were watching me suspiciously, but the majority were looking at me with sympathy and gratitude. It was to these people that I nodded.

Then I knelt before Adam, holding him at arm’s length. His face was a mask of pain, his eyes squeezed shut. His cheeks were wet with tears. Quietly, providing as much privacy as I could, I said, “Adam, look at me.” He slowly opened his eyes. There was a depth of pain there that stabbed through me with such power that it took my breath away. I gasped, then gathered myself, meeting this beautiful boy’s eyes with as much love as I could infuse into my gaze. “She’s sick, Adam,” I told him. “Don’t listen to a word she says. She doesn’t know what she’s saying. There’s something missing inside her. Nothing she says has any truth to it. You’re perfect. You’re beautiful. You’re a miracle, Adam. A blessing and a miracle. Please believe that.”

And then my boy was in my arms, sobbing against my neck. Two or three lingering adults started towards me, clearly wanting to help, to show their support and love. I gave them a grateful nod, acknowledging them, but indicating that I had things under control. I stood, lifting Adam in my arms. He wrapped his long legs around me like a much younger child. I just stood there with him, holding him while he cried.

Eventually the sobs diminished. Still holding him, I walked over to the truck and pulled open the passenger side door. I bent then, until he was sitting on the seat. For a moment, he refused to let me go, then with a shudder and a sniff, he released me. As I wrapped the seatbelt around him, he met my eyes.

“Can we go home?” he asked in a small voice.

“Of course, bunny,” I said, cupping his cheek for a moment before closing his door and jogging to the other side of the truck.

Adam had curled himself into a sadly familiar little ball by the time we got back to the house. As the garage slid down behind us, I shut off the truck and went around to Adam’s side. He was awake, but quiet. When I unbuckled him and took him into my arms, he hugged me fiercely, burying his face again in my neck.

Although the sun was warm on my back, casting brilliant dappled shadows as the branches swayed overhead in a soft breeze, my mood was dark and somber, and it made the beauty of the day fade around me in response. I walked slowly up to the house, Adam’s feet bouncing loosely against my knees. I opened the door and shut off the alarm, and then headed directly up the stairs.

Without a word between us, Adam looking so sad and alone, I gently undressed him and put him into my bed. His clothes and backpack I took down to his bedroom, then I returned up the stairs. Adam was on his side under the covers where I’d left him, eyes open, but unseeing. I crawled onto the bed next to him, on top of the covers, and molded myself to his back. Then I just gently stroked his forehead and whispered to him softly, all the words of love and comfort that were mine to give. Eventually, emotionally drained, we both slept.

I was awakened some time later by the sound of tires whispering over the brick drive outside the house. A quick glance at the clock showed we’d been sleeping nearly three hours. It was twenty past six in the evening. I carefully stood and glanced out the large window to the front. What I saw froze my blood. There was a police car pulling up outside my house.

Adam was just beginning to stir when I went to him and shook him gently, but urgently. “Adam, you have to get up,” I whispered. Then, when he didn’t open his eyes, “Adam!” His eyes flew open. He must have seen the panic in mine because his eyes widened. “The police are here,” I told him.

I saw the fear in his eyes and did my best to calm him, to calm myself. “It’ll be alright, I promise,” I said, knowing I could promise no such thing. “You just need to hurry down to your bedroom, okay?” Adam nodded. “Get into the bed,” I continued. “Make it look slept in. Make sure you put on some pajamas.”

Adam rose, ready to rush downstairs, but I stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. A glance out the window showed the cop walking towards the front door. “Careful of the windows, some are open,” I warned him. “Not the flap pajamas, okay?” Adam nodded in understanding. “Okay, go!”

I quickly followed Adam downstairs. I was grateful that the windows were still set on reflective, as I’d been too distracted earlier to change them. I reached the front door quickly. The police officer was about fifteen feet from the door. I worked on calming myself, slowing my pounding heart, as I watched Adam disappear into his bedroom. The door snicked shut, and I opened the front door just as the officer was reaching towards the doorbell.

He stepped back, startled, when I pulled the door open. I took a moment to study him while I put what I hoped was a calm and reassuring smile on my face. He was about fifty, with close-cropped gray hair, a bit darker on top than it was on the sides. He had a lean, angular face, friendly for the most part, but with a cop’s eyes. The kind that had seen a lot and observed more than most. He was clean-shaven. His uniform was a mixture of khaki’s and browns. The nameplate above his breast read Perkins.

“Sorry to startle you,” I smiled. “Saw you walking up.”

The man smiled in return, his eyes on the diminishing gap in the door as I stepped forward and pulled it shut behind me. “You’d be Mr. Canyon,” he said, reaching out his hand.

I took it and we shook, firm and friendly. I was glad he wasn’t one of those types who tried to crush your hand in his grip, as if he were overcompensating. His palm was dry as, I hoped, was mine. “Please,” I said. “Call me Brad.” I stepped over to him, trying to make it look natural, but in truth trying to pull his gaze away from the house, not that there was anything to be seen. Then, because I felt it seemed right, I said, “I’d imagine you’re here about Adam.”

He nodded his acknowledgment. “After a fashion,” he allowed. Then he explained. “Of course I’ll want to see him, but mostly I wanted a chance to talk to you. About him, of course, but also about the incident this afternoon.”

“Would you care to sit?” I asked, indicating some comfortable chairs set out on the deck. Then, so as not to appear to be hiding anything, I added, “Of course, we can go inside if you prefer. Adam should still be sleeping. He was… upset, after the… incident.”

“Shouldn’t take more than a few moments, then maybe we could go inside,” he told me. “First, just let me clear the air a bit here. I don’t want you thinking I came out here with any sort of agenda. Legal or otherwise. I’m basically just responding to complaints about what happened this afternoon at the elementary school. As you can imagine, a town as small as this, we hear from half the population when something like that happens.” I nodded my understanding, and he continued.

“Most of the calls were folks concerned for the well being of the boy, and you should know that those folks had nothing but good things to say about you and the way you handled the situation today. As I understand it, things could have gotten much uglier than they did.”

“It’s my fault, honestly,” I sighed. “Frankly, I was a bit shocked. I eventually came to my senses and put a stop to her… tirade, but I should have stopped it much sooner. I’d you’d seen the look on Adam’s face…” I trailed off.

“I understand, but don’t blame yourself. I’ve dealt with the woman myself, so I know.” He sighed. “Of course, some of the calls we received today were from busybodies with little minds full of dark thoughts, and while nobody has filed a complaint, because frankly, there would be no grounds to do so anyway, I still felt obliged to come out here and at least take a look around.” He looked at me, seeking to see that I understood. “I hope you understand.”

“Of course,” I allowed. Then, because I felt he expected more, I said, “It’s… an unusual situation.”

He nodded thoughtfully. “You haven’t been around here quite long enough to know many people.” Then he laughed and said, “Of course, I’ve been here for nearly twenty-five years and I’m still thought of as ‘that sheriff from the city’. Small towns,” he grinned. I smiled in return, sharing his insight.

He continued. “I went out to the Ramsey place, trying to find Angela. She wasn’t home, but I got an earful from Edith Monroe, whom you’ve apparently met.”

I smiled fondly in remembrance. “If I recall correctly, her advice to me concerning Adam was, and I quote, ‘to get my head out of my ass’.”

Sheriff Perkins laughed. “That sounds like Edith alright. She’s a tough old bird.” Then he sobered. “She and some of the other folks there in the motor court do the best they can, looking over the boy, but it’s still a bad situation.”

I felt I had to interject there. “That’s what I don’t understand, Sheriff,” I told him. “How does something like this even happen? How can he still be there with her?”

The man sighed, and I could see the shame and frustration in his eyes. “I hate to say,” he finally said, “but it’s just bureaucratic bullshit. Excuse my French.” He sighed again. “Look, we all know what’s going on there, and we do our best to shield him from it, but he doesn’t help matters. Not that I’m blaming him,” he hurriedly corrected, seeing the sudden anger in my eyes. “It’s just that he won’t speak up against her. Look, I’ve personally called DCF, that’s Department of Children and Families, out here on at least a dozen occasions. The problem is that the nearest DCF office is in Charleston, which is a three hour drive. Six hours both ways. That means travel vouchers and fuel and all the red tape crap that goes into that sort of trip, so DCF can’t justify coming all the way out here and not get a chance to conduct their interviews and home inspection. So they call ahead and schedule, to make sure all parties will be present.”

“But that’s-” I began to complain.

“Idiotic,” he interrupted. “I know. That’s bureaucracy for you. So Angela has time to make the boy presentable, and clean up the house a bit, and bring in some groceries. So that by the time DCF gets there, things look halfway decent. She puts on her best behavior, in order to keep her checks rolling in, and when Adam doesn’t speak out against her… well, it really leaves our hands tied.”

We stood there for a few moments, each lost in our own thoughts, but I’m sure each of us were contemplating the unfairness of life and a system that could so let down the people it was meant to protect. Then Sheriff Perkins broke the silence.

“I’ve checked you out a bit,” he said, a bit apologetically I felt. “No record of course. Did a Google search. Read about your company. Your work with charities. Not too many people around town have had a chance to meet you, but I spoke with Edith of course. Also heard from another friend of yours. Henry Wallace.” He looked at me, as if expecting a response. I assumed he was talking about Henry, the old guy from the rowboat, and nodded to show I knew him. He continued. “Henry had nothing but good things to say about you.”

“He’s a nice old guy,” I told him. “He fishes out on the lake. We’ve had some nice talks.”

The sheriff nodded. “Henry was sheriff here before me.” He was watching me, judging my reaction to this news. He must have been satisfied, because he said, “I’m guessing he didn’t tell you.”

“He never mentioned it,” I assured him.

“Old Henry’s not much of a talker. Honestly, I was surprised to hear from him, and even more surprised to hear him speak up for you. Not that there’s any reason he shouldn’t,” he hurried to assure me. “Just that Henry isn’t the most outgoing man I know.”

“He’s always seemed very friendly to me,” I told him.

“Which says a lot about your character, in my book. So,” he paused. “Look, Mr. Canyon. Brad,” he said, when he saw me about to correct him. “I’m satisfied that for now Adam is better off here than back with his mother. If I can just have a quick talk with him, I’d like to get statements from both of you about what happened today. Some of things I’m being told that she said… well, let me assure you we take mental abuse just as seriously as we do physical, and we finally have some first-hand accounts of just that. So I want you to know that we have started an investigation into allegations of mental abuse, and we’re going to be pursuing it vigorously.”

“I see,” I said. I think it was finally sinking in that I wasn’t going to be the victim of some sort of pedophile witch-hunt.

“It would really help if we could get Adam to make a statement as well,” the sheriff continued. “Do you think-” and he broke off then because the front door opened.

Adam was standing there, looking red-eyed and tired. He was dressed in another one-piece pajama I got him. These were alternating horizontal stripes in white, grey, and light blue, with black cuffs at wrists and ankles, as well as a black stripe up the front with the buttons, which then wrapped around the collar. Probably not the best time for me to be thinking about how cute he looked in them, but Adam just had that effect on you. I’d be surprised if the sheriff wasn’t thinking the same.

Thinking it perhaps, but what he said as he walked to stand before my boy was, “Hey, Adam. I’m Sheriff Perkins. You remember me, right?”

Adam nodded warily.

“I heard you had a rough time today. I’m really sorry that happened.” I noted he was a natural with Adam. His voice was very calm and kind. Adam glanced at me over the sheriff’s shoulder and I gave him a soft smile and an encouraging nod.

Adam gave a small shrug. “It’s okay.” His voice still sounded hoarse from crying.

“I know it’s tough,” Perkins said, “but I was hoping maybe we could talk about it a bit. Do you think we could do that?”

“I guess,” Adam allowed.

“Well, that’d be good,” he said. “I’ll tell you what though, before we do that, maybe you could show me where you sleep? How about that?”

I tensed, knowing this was more than a simple request. The sheriff might say he was satisfied, but he was still investigating me. Adam didn’t even glance at me, which I thought was great. He just said, “Sure,” and turned back into the house.

The sheriff at least had the good grace to throw me an apologetic look before following Adam into the house. He followed Adam, and I trailed them both, hanging back just a bit.

“Wow, this is your room, huh?” Perkins exclaimed. I could hear Adam’s voice, but not what he was saying. “Yeah, it sure is,” the sheriff responded. I could hear drawers opening as well as the closet and Adam’s voice, which must have been telling the man all about his new clothes. “Well, much better than those old hand-me-downs, I’m sure,” he responded. I moved closer.

Adam said something again, which I just missed. As I leaned into the doorway the sheriff was standing in front of the first painting I’d done of Adam, the one of him in the autumnal forest. “Wow,” he exclaimed, “that really is you, huh?” Then, sensing my presence I suppose, he turned to me and said, “That really is a fine painting. You’re quite the artist, Brad.”

“Thanks,” I said. “Helps having a good subject.” I smiled at Adam, who came to me and melted against my side, both his arms wrapped protectively round my left arm. For a moment I began to worry about how that might look to this man who had seen so much, but then realized I simply didn’t care. I loved this boy, and I wasn’t going to hide that or make it a secret.

The sheriff’s eyes missed nothing, I’m sure, but he gave a gentle smile, met my eyes, and said, “Well, let’s see about taking these statements, okay?”

So we took places around the dining room table, the sheriff across from me with a pad and pen, and Adam in a chair as close to mine as he could get, still clinging to my arm. I told him about the incident with Adam’s mother, providing all the detail I could, not just about what she’d said, but what I honestly felt, including my rage. Adam clung to me the entire time. Then it was Adam’s turn.

“Do I have to?” he asked me.

I turned to face him. “Of course not, Adam. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.” I glanced at the sheriff. Turning back to Adam I said, “Sheriff Perkins is just here to help. What your mom did today, what she’s done for a long time… it’s not good, Adam. It’s not right. You know that, right?” Adam gave a small, hesitant nod. I couldn’t help it. I reached up and cupped the side of his face. Adam’s eyes closed and he melted into my hand, as always. I ran my thumb over the yellow bruise around his eye. “Maybe you could even tell Sheriff Perkins about your eye,” I said gently.

Adam turned and looked at the sheriff, who gave him a gentle smile and an encouraging nod. “Okay,” Adam said softly. My heart swelled with pride for him.

I leaned back and then rose. “Where are you going?” Adam asked, a bit panicked.

I knelt down by his chair. “I’m just going to start dinner. Give you guys a chance to talk, okay? I’ll be right behind you, I promise.”

Adam turned to look at the kitchen, as if to judge how far away it was. “You’ll be right there?”

“The whole time,” I assured him.

“Okay,” he said in that too small voice.

I smiled encouragingly. I stood and tousled his hair. “You’ll be okay, Adam. I promise.”

Then I left them. I didn’t exactly tune them out, but I allowed myself to become occupied with dinner. I thought Adam was in need of some comfort food, so I decided to make a meatloaf along with garlic mashed potatoes and some green beans with bacon, like my mom used to make when I’d had a rough day.

With the meatloaf in the oven, the beans simmering, and the potatoes boiling, I had nothing else to do. In the dining room, Adam was sitting a couple of feet from the sheriff, talking quietly. I joined them, once again kneeling beside Adam’s chair. He turned and gave me a tired smile.

“We’re doing okay in here?” I asked.

Adam nodded and the sheriff said, “We’re doing great. Adam’s being very brave.”

“He’s a brave kid,” I said, tousling his hair again.

“I think we’re about finished here, actually,” Perkins said, gathering his things. “Seems you’ll be eating soon.”

“You’re welcome to join us,” I said, being polite.

“Thank you for the offer,” he said, “but if I don’t get home to my wife, I won’t hear the end of it.” He stood and held out a hand, which I shook. “Maybe you could walk me to the door?”

“Of course,” I said, another twinge of worry going through me.

The sheriff turned to Adam and said, “Adam, you’ve been a big help. Thank you again for talking to me.” Adam gave him a soft smile.

Sheriff Perkins began walking towards the front door and I followed him. When we reached the door, I skipped ahead to open it for him. He stepped outside and then turned to me. I stepped forward and pulled the door shut behind me, steeling myself.

“You really care for him, don’t you?” he asked.

I nodded cautiously. The sheriff nodded in return, looking thoughtful.

He took a breath and said, “Look, Brad, I’m going to be straight with you.” He gave me a look, not unfriendly by any means, but not exactly what you’d call warm and fuzzy either. It was a calculating look. “We both know how this looks. If the circumstances were different…” he faded off, then shook himself after a moment, “well, they aren’t, so it doesn’t matter. You seem to genuinely care for the boy, and he obviously cares for you. To paraphrase something Edith Monroe told me, the kid needs any bit of happiness he can get. So, if you can look me in the eye and tell me you’re not doing anything to hurt that kid, then as far as I’m concerned, there is no issue here. Can you do that?”

I thought about it. I didn’t just want to blurt out the obvious answer. I thought about Adam, and what he meant to me, what I meant to him. I thought about the things we’d done, the secret fears that plagued me, the guilt. Then I thought of the way he looked at me, and the way I felt when I looked at him. I still wasn’t one hundred percent sure that I was doing the right thing by Adam, but I was one hundred percent sure that I loved him, that he loved me, and that I would do everything in my power to protect him. I met the sheriff’s eye and I said, “You have my word.”

The sheriff seemed to consider that for a moment. Weighing me. Judging me. I endured it. Finally, he nodded and held out his hand again. I took it and we shook. “You have a good evening, sir,” he finally said. “If you ever need anything, you just call.”

And with that, he was gone. I stood and watched as the taillights disappeared into the growing gloom. I felt like a weight had been lifted from my shoulders and I took the first easy breath I’d had in hours. A glance at the sky told me night was nearly here. I finally turned to find Adam standing in the doorway, watching me.

“You okay, bunny?” I asked. He nodded. “We’re gonna be okay,” I told him. “You believe me?”

Adam nodded again, and then he came to me. I went to hug him, but that wasn’t enough apparently. Adam jumped into my arms again, so I held him, my hand stroking his back.

After awhile, I heard Adam’s soft voice in my ear. “I love you, Brad.”

I felt tears sting my eyes. “I love you, too, bunny,” I assured him. That’s when I really believed everything was going to be okay.

The next morning Adam insisted on going to school. I actually tried to talk him out of it, but he was determined. As he took a shower, I got breakfast ready for us. Frozen waffles today, with sausage, a slice of cantaloupe and a few strawberries. Adam seemed to be in a much better that morning. Still a bit somber, but quicker to smile and resolute about his decision to go back to school.

He emerged as I was setting out breakfast, his lingering solemnity not reflected in his choice of clothing. He wore a dark blue and pink striped polo shirt with a white collar, faded blue skinny jeans, and the pink and gray striped tennis shoes I’d liked. He looked stunning.

“You look stunning,” I told him.

Adam blushed prettily and came up and gave me a hug and a wet kiss, which tasted of mouthwash. “Love you,” he said.

“Love you more,” I grinned. Adam smiled in return. “Okay, eat up, bunny. If you really want to go through with this, we’re going to have to get going soon. I think you maybe spent too much time trying on clothes.”

“Maybe,” Adam allowed with a smile.

Breakfast was consumed quickly and we headed out to the truck. We drove in silence, each with our own thoughts, but this at least was a comfortable silence. When we got near the school, I found a parking spot and turned off the truck. Adam looked at me quizzically.

“I’m going in with you,” I explained.

“Why?” he asked. Not worried, just curious.

“Ashamed to be seen with me?” I teased.

In answer, Adam unbuckled his belt and then got onto the seat on his knees, scooted over and gave me a quick kiss. “No,” he grinned.

“I just want to talk to someone,” I explained. “The principal or something. If something happened, and nothing is going to happen,” I rushed to assure him, “but if something did, I want them to know to call me. And I want you to know, that if, for any reason at all, you are uncomfortable today and want to come home, you have my permission to call or even text, okay? I’ll be here in minutes.”

Adam looked at me, his eyes gently gazing into my own. “Thanks, Brad.”

I smiled. Then took a deep breath. “Okay,” I said, visibly gathering myself. “Let’s do this!”

We each got out of the truck and met at the front, staring at the school, which was down the road a bit still. We started off, me on the lookout for any odd looks from parents or students, as well as any crazy blondes hiding out in bushes. I hadn’t forgotten Adam’s mother’s threat to me. As we walked, I felt Adam’s hand slip into mine. I worried for about two seconds what others might think, then decided I couldn’t care less and gave his little hand a squeeze.

As we neared the school, I said, “Man, I hope this is okay. I don’t think I could handle detention.”

Adam giggled. “I think you’ll be okay.”

We did get a few looks as we reached the crowd of kids milling around out front. Although whether that could be attributed to our holding hands, the knowledge of what had happened the day before, or the simple fact that Adam truly was stunning in his new outfit, well, that couldn’t be determined. Likely it was a combination of all three.

I was pleasantly surprised by the number of smiles I saw from students as well as adults as we made our way through the crowd. I returned several friendly nods and smiles. Eventually we reached the steps, and then we were inside. The entry echoed with the sound of young voices, and that was familiar, but it was the smell that hit me hardest. Old wood, pine-scented floor cleaner, books, and the scent of little bodies. It was a heady cocktail that took me right back to my own elementary school years.

“The office is over there,” Adam said, speaking up a bit to be heard over the crowd. “Do you want me to come with you?”

“You really think I’m safe from detention?” I asked.

Adam laughed. “I can come with if you want.”

“Go,” I smiled. “I’ll be okay if you will. I’ll see you right outside at ten after three, or before if you call.”

Adam gave me a quick hug, and then he was off down the hall, falling in with two other boys who’d apparently been waiting for him. He gave me a quick wave before turning to his friends, and then he was gone, lost in the color and noise. I turned my attention to the office.

It was about what I’d expected. A long counter, lowered to accommodate the smaller stature of the students. Behind that, several desks with middle-aged women working at ancient looking computers. There were several kids waiting around, giving me curious looks. I realized I should have asked Adam the principal’s name. There was one woman behind the counter talking to one of the students. I waited for them to finish before stepping forward with a smile.

“Can I help you?” she asked, cautiously polite.

“Hi,” I said with a smile. “My name is Brad Canyon. I’m Adam Ramsey’s… guardian?” I said, unsure myself.

The woman nodded sympathetically. “I heard about… well, it’s nice to know he has someone… looking out for him.”

“Yeah,” I said, very unsure of my footing here. “Well, I was hoping I could speak with someone about Adam.”

The woman smiled. “I’m sure Principal Weston will be happy to speak with you. Just a moment.”

With that, the woman turned and made her way to a closed door in the back of the small work area. With a small knock, she opened the door and stuck her head inside. After a moment, she turned, smiled and beckoned me forward. I got a couple of curious glances, and one quite unfriendly one, which shocked me a bit, as I made my way through the office workers to the door.

The lady who I’d spoken to ushered me into the room and said, “Ruth, this is Mr. Canyon. Mr. Canyon, Principal Ruth Weston.”

The woman rose from behind her desk and stepped forward with her hand out. I stepped forward to meet her, pleased to note she had a firm handshake. So many women never learn how to shake a hand properly.

“Please, have a seat, Mr. Canyon,” she said, offering me a chair. The other woman left, silently closing the door behind her.

“Brad,” I insisted, taking the chair. The office was a bit nicer than the reception area. Lots of dark wood shelves filled with books. The desk wasn’t ornate, nor was it just functional. A nice, sturdy dark wood desk. Very neat. The woman behind the desk was probably in her late fifties, or perhaps a well-preserved sixties. Her hair had been red in her youth, but was now mostly gray and white. It was cut short and fit her attractive face. I thought she had kind eyes. She was dressed conservatively in a gray flannel skirt, well past knee-length, and a white blouse.

“Then you’ll please call me Ruth,” she said as she settled back behind her desk. “So, how can I help you, Brad?”

“Well,” I began, “I should say I’m not here in any sort of… legal capacity. I told the nice lady up front that I was Adam Ramsey’s guardian. While that’s true, it’s certainly not true in any legal sense.”

“I understand,” she said. “I had a chat with Sheriff Perkins yesterday about the sad business outside our school, and again this morning. He explained your… arrangement, with young Adam.”

There was no judgment or censure in that voice, which gave me the confidence to go on. “I was just worried about Adam,” I told her. “He… didn’t take it well. What happened.” She nodded. “I have to admit, I tried to talk him out of coming to school today,” I continued, a bit guiltily.

“I’ll try not to hold that against you,” she said, smiling to take the sting out of her words.

I smiled, warming quickly to this kind woman. “Well, he insisted, and here we are. I admire his courage frankly. However, I don’t know how Adam does here. I mean, I don’t…” I paused a moment to gather my thoughts. “What I mean to say, is that we haven’t really discussed how well he gets along in school. I don’t know if he has friends, or if he’s bullied, or what. After yesterday, I worried that any added stress might be too much for him. He was in a very bad place yesterday.” She nodded, sympathetic. “So, while I don’t have any legal rights where Adam is concerned, I just wanted to come to you, to let you know that I was available if he… should need someone. Or if his mother were to show her face again. I just wanted to ask that you please give me a call if anything were to happen,” I said, finishing in a rush.

Ruth leaned back in her chair, appraising me, but in a friendly manner. Finally, she nodded, as if she’d made up her mind about me. “Well, Brad,” she began, “you’re right in assuming we wouldn’t normally contact someone who wasn’t a legal guardian, but given the circumstances, and taking into consideration my conversation with the sheriff, as well as your obvious concern, I don’t believe that will be an issue in this case. However, just to ease your mind, I really don’t believe you need to worry.”

“You don’t?”

She smiled. “Adam is a remarkable young man, isn’t he?”

I had to smile in return. “I’ve certainly found him to be just that,” I assured her.

“Anyone else in his situation…” she trailed off, then visibly shook herself. “Well, frankly, I’d rather not think about it. The fact is, you’re right to be concerned. A boy like Adam, with his hand-me-downs, and his… unusual behavior and interests, well, he would normally be a huge target. As we know, children can be cruel and ‘different’ is rarely good. However, Adam is such a genuinely nice boy, outgoing and friendly and not a mean bone in his body, that he counters much of that. Not that he doesn’t get bullied. I’ve caught bits of it here and there. There are always going to be children so caught up in their own misery that they feel they have no choice but to take it out on others. That’s where bullying comes from, of course. However, Adam has many friends here. He’s a favorite of teachers as well. Always attentive in class and always top marks. So I don’t think you need to concern yourself.”

“Well, that’s great to hear,” I told her, genuinely relieved.

“I do so appreciate your concern,” she told me. “It warms me to know Adam has someone looking out for his best interests.” She rose then and came around the desk. I stood to meet her. “You do have Adam’s best interests at heart, don’t you, Brad?”

“I believe I do,” I told her honestly.

She smiled and took my hand in both of hers. She squeezed it warmly. “I’m glad,” she said. “Now, if you’ll talk to Carol again at the desk, you can leave your contact information with her. If it becomes necessary we’ll be happy to contact you.”

“Thank you, Ruth,” I said, sincerely.

“Thank you, Brad,” she smiled.

After leaving my info with Carol, I made my way out of the school. The halls were quiet upon my exit. Just the the faint sound of muffled voices behind closed doors. I wondered again where Adam was right then, what he was learning, and perhaps if he was thinking of me, as I was thinking of him.

Reassured that Adam was likely okay, I found it easier to get a little work done that day. I finished off a couple of illustrations I’d been working on and got them off to a publisher I knew would use them. I took a break before lunch to swim a few laps in the pool. The pool house seemed empty without the sound of Adam’s laughter echoing off the walls.

After lunch, to kill some time, I took the Harley out for a ride. Late spring in West Virginia was just beautiful. Both sides of the road were thick with forest; oaks, walnuts, poplars. The roads themselves were perfect for riding a bike. Lots of hills and gentle curves. I should have been wearing a helmet, as it was required by law, but I’d rarely seen any police on these back roads and was enjoying the wind through my short hair.

I actually lost track of time there for a while. By the time I thought to check my watch I realized I was in real danger of not making it on time to pick up Adam. I broke a few traffic laws, but I was entering the outskirts of town with about two minutes to spare. I pulled over a moment to put on my helmet. Back roads were one thing, I was almost sure to get a ticket riding through town without it. However, I realized I wasn’t going to have time to make it home and grab the truck. I’d just have to get Adam on the bike.

Probably not the brightest idea I’d ever had. Not that there was anything wrong with the bike, but first, I only had the one helmet, so when I gave it to Adam, as of course I would, that left me at risk of a ticket. Secondly, a Harley is definitely not the ride for someone trying to keep a low profile, as I’d hoped to do. The sound of the powerful bike was already turning heads far down the road from the school. By the time I made it to the pickup area, I practically had an audience.

I pulled up to the side of the road in front of the school, putting feet to pavement. After a few moments where I failed to jump up and start shooting, or whatever it is the onlookers were expecting, they went back to the business of getting themselves home, either by bus or bike or vehicle. I scanned the crowd, looking for Adam. I finally spotted him, standing on the sidewalk, looking across the street where I’d dropped him the past two days. I was off to his left and he couldn’t see me, even after I waved to him.

Realizing I didn’t have much choice, I waited for a little break in the traffic. A minivan finished loading kids right in front of where Adam was standing, both boy and girl apparently saying goodbye to Adam. The moment it pulled off, before the next vehicle could take that spot, I revved the bike and rudely shot forward and cut him off. I got a short honk of frustration and I raised an arm in apology. Adam just stared at me, slightly startled, like I was some sort of apparition.

I lifted off the helmet and said, “Hey, little boy, want a ride? I’ve got some candy here somewhere.” I patted the pockets of my light leather jacket.

“Brad!” Adam exclaimed, and then he jumped forward and hugged me, careful not to burn his legs against the exhaust on the bike. He stepped back, eyes wide with excitement. “I didn’t know you had a motorcycle!”

“I have many secrets,” I said, having to speak up to be heard over the idling bike. “You ready to get out of here?”


I was so happy to see that smile, that look of excitement in the face of the boy I loved. I handed him my helmet. “Put this on,” I told him. He eagerly shoved it down onto his head. Twisting to the side, I was able to help him adjust the chinstrap. When it was secured, I hit him on the side of the head a couple of times and said, “All good?”

Adam nodded, and I helped him hop onto the bike behind me. He quickly situated himself and wrapped his arms around my waist. “Ready?” I practically shouted, to be heard over the bike and through the helmet. I heard a muffled shout behind me, which I took to be an affirmative. Checking the traffic carefully, I pulled out. I noticed quite a few people watching us, and many of the kids waved, returning Adam’s excited waving behind me. Then I got the break in traffic we needed and with a roar, we shot forward. I could hear Adam whooping behind me.

Minutes later we were nearing the pull off to the house, but I thought Adam was enjoying himself too much to stop just yet, so we raced right by it. Twenty minutes later, I spotted a little dirt road I knew from my previous explorations of the area. It led to a beautiful scenic overlook. Not one of those official ones with a sign. I think it might have once been a logging road, but it hadn’t been used in some time. I’d seen evidence on my previous visits of a fire with lots of beer cans strewn around at the end of the little road, but the cans were faded and several years old.

As I reached the end of the road, I shut off the bike and just stared, as I’d done on my two previous visits. We were about one hundred feet above the valley that spread out before us, all green trees with a sparkling ribbon of water weaving through it. Birds soared above the valley and sang in the trees around us after getting over the shock of the bike.

I felt Adam get off the bike behind me. He struggled for a moment with the chinstrap, and then he pulled off the helmet, his reddish hair a static halo around his head. For a moment, he stood staring out at the beautiful view spread out before us, and then he was against me, kissing me soundly.

He pulled back with a smacking of lips and grinned. “I missed you,” he said.

I took him a bit awkwardly into my arms, having to twist a bit on the bike. I kissed the top of his head. “I missed you, too, bunny.”

He looked up and smiled at me. It was a smile of love and contentment and joy. I felt the same and more and squeezed him and kissed him gently on the lips. “So beautiful,” I said softly.

I turned so I could sit sideways on the bike, pulled off my jacket, then pulled Adam between my legs, his back to my chest, my arms around him as we looked out over the valley. Adam lightly rubbed my arms where they wrapped around him, his fingers playing idly with the golden hairs there.

“It’s really pretty,” he said.

“You’re really pretty,” I said with a smile. He tilted his head back so he could look up at me and grinned. I asked him, “How was school?”

“It was good,” he said, once again enjoying the view. “Everybody was nice.”

“I didn’t realize you had so many friends,” I said.

Adam shrugged his little shoulders. “I don’t really. I mean, I like a lot of people, and I think they like me, but they aren’t really friends. Not like us.”

I chuckled. “Well, I hope you don’t have too many friends like us.”

Adam smacked my arm. “You know what I mean,” he said. “Like a friend I can talk to. Somebody you can tell secrets to. Somebody you love.”

I bent over and kissed his cheek. “You’re my only real friend, too,” I assured him.

“You wanna hear a secret?” he asked me then.

“If you want to tell me, I do.”

“Get closer so I can whisper it,” he said. Then, when I’d bent my head down even with his, he said, “I got a boner.” He giggled.

“That’s not a very big secret,” I teased.

He smacked my arm again. “Meany. Anyways, you know you like it.”

I turned him around. Glancing down, I could indeed see the thin little tube of his stiff penis in his skinny jeans. “Anybody behind us?” I asked, just to be sure.

“No,” Adam said, grinning with excitement.

I reached forward and ran a finger boldly up along that little bulge, making Adam squirm a bit. His jeans were tight, again purposefully purchased a size too small, but I was still able to take that little, throbbing shape between my fingers. My heart was pounding in my chest, not just from excitement, but fear. We were pretty isolated here, but there still existed the possibility that someone could surprise us. This was not a smart thing to be doing.

Smart or not, I reached up and quickly undid Adam’s belt. Leaving the blue cloth dangling, I unbuttoned, and then slowly unzipped his jeans. Pulling the flaps apart I could see his underwear. They were boxer-briefs, with yellow, blue, and black in a camouflage pattern. Even the camouflage couldn’t hide the eager little outline of Adam’s young cock. I placed my hand over that hidden hardness and Adam gasped and pushed forward, pressing himself into my hand.

“This is stupid, you know,” I had to say.

“Nobody is coming,” Adam assured me, voice already growing husky with lust.

“Not yet,” I said, teasing. “Gimme a minute.”

Adam’s face was wild with mischief and abandon. He leaned forward and kissed me hungrily, his tongue instantly invading my mouth as I jacked him through his underwear. I released his cock then, my hands sliding down over his firm ass, under his jeans, but over his shorts. I squeezed each cheek, causing Adam to moan into my mouth. Then, despite the risk, I was pushing those undershorts down, along with his jeans. He was left naked from waist to knees. While one hand continued to caress his ass, I reached my right around and took his throbbing little dick in my hand. It was still moist from being stuck in his pants.

I caressed that hot little spike of flesh as Adam’s hips began to work, thrusting himself into my fist. I loved the silky heat of his three-inch erection. I let my fingers tickle his swinging little nuts as he thrust away at me, his mouth still sucking hungrily at my own. He began to feed me those little moaning gasps of his, with which I was growing so familiar, and for which I was gaining a growing appetite. The fingers of my left hand found the sweaty cleft of his ass and worked their way inward. Adam shuddered as my fingers found his rubbery little sphincter and began to caress him there.

Adam broke the kiss then, his head going back, his eyes squeezed shut, his mouth working, while his small body shuddered and his cock jerked in my fist. “Ungh! Ungh!” he grunted as he came. His cock jerked a few more times as he had his dry cum, and then his head fell forward and he sucked in several shallow, rapid breaths.

Finally, he looked up at me, his face a mask of contentment. “Thanks, Brad,” he said and gave me a kiss. “I needed that a lot.”

“I’m not kidding when I say it was my pleasure,” I told him, giving his cock one last squeeze before reaching down to help him pull up his pants.

Adam zipped up and finished buckling his belt, and then he grinned at me. He reached out and put a hand over the lump I had in my own pants and squeezed. “Your turn,” he said.

“That’s okay, bunny,” I assured him. “I’m fine. Besides, we shouldn’t push our luck out here.”

Adam was already shaking his head. “Sorry,” he teased. “Wish I could stop,” he was already attacking my belt. “My hands just can’t stop,” he said, unbuttoning and then working down my zipper. “Maybe I’m possessed or something,” he said, reaching his hand inside my pants and squeezing me through my briefs. I gasped and sat up straighter, unconsciously giving him better access.

With a glance over my shoulder, Adam was then bending over me. With one hand, he pulled down on the front of my briefs, and then his lips were wrapped around me. “Oh God, Adam,” I gasped, feeling the heat of his mouth surround me.

“Mmmm,” was the only thing Adam could say in return, the head of my cock in his mouth. I felt his tiny tongue flicking at me, swirling, poking. Then he was moving lower, taking more of my cock into that incredible heat. He paused for only a moment as he fought against a gag, and then he was going even further, until only an inch of my cock remained outside his mouth. That was apparently all he was prepared to take, and he slowly rose up until only the head remained. I reached out and carefully adjusted the mirror on the bike so I could see behind us, although it was difficult because my eyes were continually drawn back to the sight of this gorgeous little boy swallowing my cock.

Adam knelt then, my dick still in his mouth. He looked up at me, eyes sparkling with mischief. He released me then, and he took me in his hand, my cock glistening with wetness. “You like that,” Adam said with a grin. He ran a thumb expertly over my frenulum, making me squirm. I got the feeling I’d created a monster, but what a monster!

“I love that,” I assured him.

Adam grinned happily, then, eyes still locked on mine, leaned forward and flicked his tongue repeatedly against the place his thumb had just rubbed. Then, tilting his head a bit to the side, he pressed his lips widely against my shaft and began to move his head side to side, sucking at the flesh moving back and forth against his lips.

“Oh shit,” I exclaimed, unable to help myself. Adam’s eyes twinkled and a grin tugged at the corners of his mouth. “How did you get so good at this so fast?” I gasped.

“I’m a fast learner,” he said with a grin. Then he grinned even wider and said, “Plus, I have internet now.”

Of course, I thought. I get the kid a laptop and the first thing he does is find porn. What else had I expected? Still, it’d be stupid to complain at this point, especially if this was the result. I gasped again as Adam took me back into his mouth. His head began to bob up and down quickly, his fist rapidly jacking the base of my cock. My balls, still trapped inside my pants, began to swell. I caressed the side of Adam’s face as my other hand worked to keep me upright on the bike. The last thing I needed was to fall over the damned thing or have it fall out from under me.

Watching Adam’s soft pink lips wrapped around my cock, rising up and down, his eyes dancing with excitement, this was a sight which I wanted to sear forever into my memory. Could anything be sexier than this? The sight alone was nearly enough to make me come. Factor in the wet heat of his mouth, his firm grip on the base of my cock, and the greedy little noises he made as he worked my cock, and I was doomed.

“Almost there,” I managed to gasp, my eyes locked on Adam’s. I began to thrust myself upward, hips working as I drove my cock into this sweet little boy’s mouth. He took me without complaint, his eyes boring sexily into mine, willing me to fill his mouth.

“Coming!” I growled, and then I was shuddering, my hips jerking as my balls exploded and my cock bucked in Adam’s mouth, suddenly spewing thick globs of cum into his greedy mouth. He coughed once, my seed squirting out of the corners of his mouth, and then he was swallowing rapidly, taking each hot spurt.

Adam continued to suck lightly at me, milking me for the last of my cum. Then he let my half-hard cock slide, glistening, from his mouth. His tongue gave one last swirl around the head of my cock, his lips one last, quick suck, and then he was staring up at me, hand still wrapped around the root of me while my cock slowly wilted in his fist. The sight of him there, his tongue snaking out for the dribbles of cum at each side of his mouth, suddenly had my cock filling with blood again. Adam saw this and grinned evilly and moved to take me into his mouth again.

I pushed him away playfully. “No way, Jose,” I laughed. “You trying to kill me?”

“Only after you put me in your will,” he joked.

I made a mental note to put him in my will. I made another mental note to not tell him I’d put him in my will, not if I didn’t want to die by blowjob. I carefully stuffed my wet cock away and then zipped and buckled up my clothes. Adam rose to his feet and I pulled him in for a quick kiss.

“You ready to go home, bunny?” I asked, hands lazily squeezing his ass.

“Yes, Braddy,” he said with a grin.

“Braddy?” I asked, amused.

Adam nodded and smiled. “Braddy.”

I playfully rolled my eyes and said in a disgusted voice, “Braddy.” Adam punched me, but I’d asked for it.

Getting the helmet back on Adam, I started up the bike and got us moving towards home.

End of part six

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