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A Thing as Pure as Love – Chapter Eight

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October 16, 2008

A Thing as Pure as Love – Chapter Eight
By
Alex Hawk

I willed myself to be calm and to relax as I returned to Jared’s house.The idea that I was going to be making some more money was nice. The idea that I was going to be doing it by having sex on film with another boy…well… that wasn’t quite as nice.

“Nervous?” Jared asked as we got there.

“A little,” I admitted.

“You want to get stoned or something before we start?”

I shook my head. “No. Let’s just do it, ok?”

“Ok.” He put a hand on my shoulder. “You’ll do fine, Hunter. It’s just sex, after all.”

“Yeah. But it’s sex with another boy.”

“So? It’ll still feel good, trust me. Diego is REALLY good in bed.”

“You’ve had sex with him?” I asked, unsurprised.

“Yes. I’ve taught him all he knows.”

“Great.”

We got out of the car and walked into the house where Diego was watching TV. Naked. He waved at me and stood up.

“Hey, Hunter. I hear I’m going to get to have a lot of fun.”

“Yeah.” I felt my penis stiffening as I looked at Diego’s nude body. I’d never seen another boy naked before. He was pretty thin, and had much darker skin than I did. He also had no pubic hair, and his penis, which was erect, looked a little smaller than mine. Otherwise he looked about the same as I did, I guess.

“So you’ve never had sex with another boy before, right?” he asked,standing only a foot or so in front of me.

“Yeah.”

“Good! I think you’ll enjoy it.” With that he came up closer and put his arms around me, hugging me to his naked body. I felt his penis pressing against my thigh. “We’re going to have LOTS of fun.”

“Yeah… I guess we will,” I said, meaning it at least a little. I hugged him back.

“Ok,” Jared said. “Don’t you two start in yet. Let’s get into the studio.”

I followed Jared and Diego back into the room where I’d just fucked Cassie not long ago. The bed had been remade and the room had been cleaned up. Apparently Diego had been busy while we’d been gone.

“Alright boys, lay down on the bed while I get the light levels checked and everything.”

“Ok,” Diego said, hopping onto the bed.

“Do you want me to get naked now?” I asked.

“Yeah.”

Sighing quietly I began to undress. Once I was nude, I got onto the bed with Diego, a mix of feelings going through my body. I knew I was going to have a lot to sort out after this, especially if I wound up really enjoying it.

“Damn, that thing’s nice,” Diego said, wrapping a hand around my penis and jerking me slowly.

“Diego, behave. Wait until we’re ready,” Jared admonished him.

“Hmph.” Diego made a face and kept stroking. “I’m just jacking him, not blowing him.”

Jared rolled his eyes and shook his head. “What a slut.”

“Yep!”

I remained silent throughout this. It did actually feel nice having him masturbate me. I knew I was going to have to do the same thing to him,too, though, and that was a little less exciting, though to my surprise it didn’t gross me out too bad.

“Alright,” Jared said, getting behind the camera. “We’re rolling. Diego, you take the lead.”

“Ok.” He looked at me. “Jerk me off, pretty Hunter.”

Trying not to sigh again, I reached down and started stroking Diego’s penis. It was weird to touch it, but not really bad or anything. It felt kind of like mine, but it was smaller and fit differently in my hand.

The two of us laid there side-by-side masturbating each other for a few minutes. It felt good. Not as good as fucking my sister, but good. If nothing else, it was odd to be simply masturbating because I hadn’t done that since I’d began having sex with Cassie.

Just as I was starting to get into the whole thing of jerking each other, Jared said, “Why don’t you boys start making out?”

“Ok,” Diego said, turning his face towards mine.

I swallowed a little, suddenly nervous again. But then I figured, what the hell. If I could masturbate another boy, I could kiss him, too. I pressed my mouth to Diego’s, but kept my eyes closed as we began kissing. I relaxed a little once we started to French. For some reason that was more comfortable to me. So much so that I even relaxed enough to reach down and cup Diego’s ass as we made out.

Then Diego stopped kissing me and moved down my body. I knew what was coming, so I lay on my back ready to enjoy. Sure enough, when Diego reached my penis he gave it a couple strokes, a couple licks and then lowered his mouth around it.

As Diego began bobbing his head up and down, I quickly realized that,much as I hated to admit it, he was much better at sucking than Cassie. I knew I’d have more than a couple pointers for her when we did it again!

While Diego sucked me off, he began turning his body around. Soon his penis was level with my face. I could see now the tiny bits of stubble where he’d shaved off his pubic hair. I repressed another sigh. I knew what was expected here. I took it in my hand and stroked it a little then, sighing for real this time, opened my mouth and slipped it around Diego’s erection.

I had to admit, it actually wasn’t bad. It just felt kind of strange in my mouth, but not bad, actually. It didn’t really taste like anything, just like skin. To be entirely honest, it actually was a little better than going down on Cassie, who sometimes got a rather odd flavor to her vagina.

So, as I got into it, I started to get that nice feeling. I began to quickly reach the point of orgasm. Just before I was about to cum, though Diego pulled his mouth off me and I lay there on the bed, penis twitching as the desire to cumsubsided.

“Didn’t want you to blast too soon,” he said with a smile.

“Heh,” was all I could manage.

“Are you going to fuck me?” he asked.

I blinked. I hadn’t even thought about that. “Uh… sure, I guess.”

“Cool. Here.” Diego handed me a small jar. “Rub some of this stuff on your dick. Get it real slippery.”

“Ok,” I said, watching as he took a handful and put it down between his legs. I rubbed the gooey stuff all over my penis, startled by how good it felt.

Diego wiped his hands on a towel and then passed it to me. I wiped my hands off as he got down on all fours in front of me.

“Ok. Just get behind me and stick it in.”

“Uh… ok.” I got behind Diego and looked. There was only one hole there. I touched the tip of my penis to it, feeling really awkward and weird. “Right here?”

“Yeah.”

“Go in kind of slow, Hunter,” Jared said. I’d almost forgotten he was there. “Fucking boys is a lot different from fucking girls.”

“Ok.”

I took a deep breath and began to slowly push into Diego’s ass. As I began to enter him, I was aware instantly of how different it was from being inside Cassie’s vagina. Much, much tighter for one thing. Tighter even than when I’d fucked Cassie the first time. It also seemed much warmer. Almost fiery hot. Not bad at all.

Once I was all the way inside I took a moment to steady myself and then began to thrust slowly back and forth into Diego’s body. I never liked doing doggystyle with Cassie, but somehow it was ok doing it like this with Diego. Maybe it was just because of how everything was positioned.

“Yeah, that’s it, Hunter… fuck him good…” Jared whispered. “When you cum, pull out and shoot all over his back.”

“Ah… oh… ok… no problem…” I whispered breathlessly.

I had expected that in order to make myself cum, I’d have to think about fucking Cassie and how wonderful that was. Turned out not to be needed. Fucking Diego felt FANTASTIC, and I didn’t have to pretend he was a girl or anything like that. I was just inside him, and it felt good, and I was happy with that.

I started fucking Diego’s ass faster and faster as I got close to cumming. After only a few moments I called out, “Oh… ah… ok… here I go… I’m cumming…” With that I pulled out him, stroked myself quickly and soon was shooting my sperm all over his bare back.

When I was done cumming, I fell onto the bed. Diego turned around, sat up, positioned himself over my face and started furiously stroking his penis. It was pretty obvious what he was planning to do. I simply closed my eyes and let it happen, hearing him moan and feeling his warm sperm splashing all over my face. It was a unique, not unpleasant, experience. Once he was done with his orgasm, Diego leaned down, licked his cum off my face and then started kissing me. It was weird tasting his sperm when we kissed, but like everything else today, it wasn’t as bad as all that.

“And… cut!” Jared called out. “Wonderful! That was one of the best sex scenes ever!”

“Cool,” Diego said. He kissed me again. “You were pretty fucking great, Hunter.”

“Thanks,” I said with a smile. “I gotta admit, I liked it more than I thought I would.”

“You wanna do another?” Jared asked.

I shook my head. “Cassie and I need to get moving. We can’t stay in LA. There’s nothing for us here.”

Jared nodded. “Ok. Well, if you’re ever back down this way…”

“I’ll remember,” I promised, meaning it. I actually kind of wanted to experiment more with Diego. Idly I reached down and fondled his penis while I kissed him again.

Diego responded favorably, and started kissing back while he began stroking my rapidly hardening penis. After a few moments, he looked up at Jared and said, “Hey, can we be alone for a bit?”

“Sure! I’ll go work on the film. Have fun, boys.” He gathered his things and walked off.

“So you really liked it, huh?” Diego asked with a grin.

“It wasn’t bad at all.” I smiled back. “Yeah, I liked it.”

“Cool.” We kissed some more. “I’m glad I could be your first boy.”

I grinned again. “Me, too.”

Diego lay on top of me and continued kissing me as he ground his erect penis against mine. It was really cool. I was starting to understand there were things I could with another boy I couldn’t do with a girl.

“Let’s go take a shower. I wanna suck your dick some more, but not until it’s clean,” Diego said.

“Ok.”

I followed him into the shower, looking at his ass as he walked, thinking how cool it was that I’d been inside there not long ago.

Once we were under the water and soaping up, Diego said, “So tell me how you got into fucking your sister.”

Holding nothing back, I told Diego all about everything. From killing our father, up to our first time having sex, to her getting pregnant and all in between. Diego didn’t look judgmental or anything, he just sort of hugged me when I was done.

“That sucks, Hunter.”

“Yeah.” I shook my head. “Well… tell me about you,” I said as I got under the water.

Diego, it turned out, was thirteen, and was indeed Jared’s nephew. He’d been having sex with Jared for two years now, and last year had made his first movie, which featured him losing his virginity to an older woman Jared had been dating. Since then he’d done seventeen movies, mostly with other boys and men, but sometimes with girls and women. He’d even fathered two kids during his filming. He liked it all, he said.

“You know what, Diego?” I said when he was done.

“What?”

“I like you.”

“I like you, too, Hunter.”

I pulled him close and hugged him tight, kissing him as I did so. “Do you wanna come with me and Cassie to Portland?”

Diego grinned and squeezed my ass while grinding against me. “No, I’m happy here. But I thank you for asking.”

“You’re really happy?”

He nodded. “I get all the sex I want. All my needs are taken care of. I don’t really want anything I can’t get here. Plus I gotta take care of my two kids.”

“Yeah, but you gotta do the porn movies and stuff.”

He shrugged. “I don’t mind. I get sex when I do, and that’s cool. It’s not a bad life, you know.”

“You sure?”

Diego grinned and nodded. “If I wasn’t here, I wouldn’t have gotten to have sex with you.”

“True.”

Diego began stroking my penis and said, “And THAT would’ve been a real loss,” as he knelt down in the shower and began sucking me off.

I moaned a little and ran my fingers through his wet hair as the water beat down onto our nude bodies. He was a really nice guy. I wished he’d come with us. Even if it meant he fucked Cassie, I still wanted him with us. I wasn’t sure why. Maybe I just wanted someone else who could help out or something. Maybe it was just the chance to have sex with someone other than Cassie. Maybe I was just getting a crush on him. I dunno.

After a few minutes, Diego stood back up, kissing a trail up my body ashe did so. As soon as he reached my mouth, I kissed him and then dropped to my knees, taking his penis into my mouth and sucking him gently. To my surprise I kind of liked sucking dick! I made a mental note to get another guy to experiment with at some point.

Diego pulled my face off his penis after a couple minutes and kissed me some more. Then he said, “Let’s go back to the bed, Hunter. I wanna feel you inside me again.”

“Ok,” I said, kissing him a few more times then turning off the water.

We walked back into the bedroom, grabbing at each other’s butts as we walked, which slowed our progress a little, but we didn’t mind. Once we got there, we fell onto the bed and started making out with each other again.

Jared poked his head in. “You boys having fun?”

“Oh, yes,” Diego said around kissing me.

“Hunter, I’m going to make up some dinner. Do you wanna stay?”

I thought for a moment and shook my head. “I gotta get home to Cassie once Diego and I are done here.”

“Ok. I’ll make you something to take with you.”

“Oh, thanks.”

Diego straddled my waist, continuing to kiss me as Jared went back into the kitchen. “See?” he said. “I told you he was cool.”

“Yeah.”

Diego sat up, taking both my penis and his in his hand and stroking us together, which felt really awesome.

“Wow… I really like that,” I said, reaching up to run a hand across Diego’s bare chest.

“Cool.” He grinned and stroked a little faster.

“Ah… are you sure you won’t come with us?” I pleaded.

He laughed. “No, I’m going to stay here. I’d miss my kids too much.”

“Ok.” I leaned up and kissed him, thinking how weird it was that I was about to be a father and was having sex with a thirteen-year-old boy who had two kids of his own.

“Ok, Hunter,” Diego said, reaching over to grab the small jar of lube.”I gotta get you inside me again.” He rubbed some of the lubricant all over my penis, which nearly made me cum right there, then worked some up into himself. “Do you care if I’m on top this time?”

“Not at all,” I said with a shake of my head.

“Good.” Diego held my penis straight up, adjusted his body, and slid down onto me. I watched as my erection disappeared up into his tight young ass, amazed that anyone would do that and wondering how it would feel.

“Mmmmm…” I moaned, placing my hands on his waist and pushing up into him. “Oh, that’s so nice…”

“For me, too…” he whispered.

“It is?”

“Yeah… you gotta try it sometime…”

“Maybe,” I said without any real commitment.

Diego laughed. “God, Hunter… I wish I could come with you. I’d fall in love so quick.”

I grinned and started pushing into him with some real rhythm. “Yeah…me, too.”

“Really?” I nodded. “Cool.”

We made love silently after that. I began stroking his penis with one hand and holding onto his ass with the other as I fucked him. It was one of the most pleasant, most comfortable bits of sex I’d ever had. Even slightly better than some of the times with Cassie, though not better than most.

“Mmmm… ah… Hunter…? You keep that up… and I’ll cum soon…”

“Good,” I said, stroking faster. If this was the only other time I was going to have sex with him, I was determined to make him cum. The only real question was if he’d cum before I did.

The pace of my fucking and jerking increased and after another minute or so, I had my results as Diego whimpered in pleasure and began firing his sperm out all over my chest and face. Some of it landed in my mouth. I didn’t mind. Moments later I shot my own load of sperm into Diego’s wonderful, tight ass, gasping as one of the best orgasms of my life hit.

“Jesus…” Diego gasped after a bit.

“Yeah…”

He lifted off me, my penis withdrawing him his body as he lay down next to me. “That was incredible.”

“Yeah…”

The two of us laid there recovering for a bit, then Diego suggested (separate), showers. We got ourselves cleaned up and then I went into the kitchen where Jared was finishing up the food.

“So you had fun?” he asked with a smile.

“Of course.”

Jared grinned. “Diego’s a nice piece of ass.”

“Yeah,” I said with a laugh. “Jared? Why do you like boys?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know. I just do. It’s annoying, believe me, cause it’s really risky. If I get caught, I can get into a lot of trouble. But sex with Diego and other boys is just too wonderful. I can’t resist it.”

I nodded, feeling a little sorry for him and feeling quite a bit of empathy. After all, I was in an illegal relationship with my sister.

Diego wandered into the room, still nude, and kissed me. “I’m gonna miss you, Hunter. That was fun.”

“Yeah.” I squeezed his ass, watching his penis twitch slightly. Mine bucked a little in sympathy, and I wanted to get back into bed with him, but I knew I couldn’t. Cassie needed me. So I kept my sex drive under control, took the food, took the money,  gave Diego one last really passionate kiss and then went back to the hotel without so much as a backward glance the place where I’d had so many interesting times today.

* * *

Time went by…

Cassie and I made it to Portland just before Christmas. We were able to get a fairly cheap, but decent, motel room and we basically spent the week between Christmas and New Year’s just hanging around, making love, and being together.

I told Cassie all about my encounter with Diego. I wasn’t sure how she was going to take it, but she was surprisingly ok with it, and had, not to my real surprise, figured it out already.

As 1976 turned in 1977 I hit the job market with a vengeance. We were going through our money a little faster than I’d expected and I wanted to make sure we kept a roof over our heads. I figured it’d be pretty easy to find a job.

I was wrong.

By the end of January I hadn’t made more than a few bucks, and on the 29th my sister and I had to spend our first night out on the streets. It was cold, bitter and unpleasant. We were completely unhappy and very worried.

But that was nothing compared to February 1 when record low temperatures hit the city. My sister and I had no money at all at this point. We hadn’t eaten in two days and now we were stuck having to sleep in a doorway, trying to stay as warm as possible.

“Hunter…?” Cassie asked between chattering teeth.

“Yeah…?”

She was very quiet for a bit. I was aware only of the cold and the silence.

“We’re… we’re not going… to…”

I shook my head. “Don’t think like that, Cassie.”

After a very long silence, she whispered, “I’m sorry about everything, Hunter…”

“I’m not,” I said firmly. “There’s not a single thing I would have traded about this.”

She smiled a little shakily. “I love you, Hunter…”

“I love you, too…”

Cassie didn’t say anything after that. I moved as close to her as I could, placing a hand on her stomach, desperately wishing things had gone differently. Wishing that our baby could be born at the very least, but knowing it wasn’t going to happen. I’d lied when I’d said there wasn’t anything I would’ve traded. I would’ve given anything to have Cassie be safe and warm. We were going to die here, and there was nothing I could do. I never felt so helpless.

“I’m so sorry, Cassie…” I whispered. She said nothing. I looked ather. Her face was very pale and I couldn’t tell if she was breathing. It was getting so hard to concentrate. Hard to think. Hard to do anything. Hard to keep my eyes open. I did my best, though, wanting the last thing I saw to be the face of my sister, my lover, the girl I cared about more than anything else in the world.

Finally, inexorably, my eyes fluttered shut and the darkness closed in around me.

END CHAPTER EIGHT

Copyright 2006 by Alex Hawk, all rights reserved. Non terminus messor.

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A Thing as Pure as Love – Chapter Nine

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October 16, 2008

A Thing as Pure as Love – Chapter Nine
By
Alex Hawk

Pain…

Every part of me hurt. My head hurt. My legs hurt. My EYEBROWS hurt.

Then I began to slowly realize that I shouldn’t be feeling any pain at all. I should be dead. What was going on?

I was aware that I was laying down. I tried to sit up and felt the world spin around me.

“Whoa, there, son,” I heard a gentle voice say and felt hands guiding me back onto what I realized was a bed.

Aware that my eyes were shut, I tried to open them, then slammed them shut again as the light nearly blinded me. I worked my mouth and tried to speak.

“Oh, you’re probably thirsty. Here, take a sip.” I felt a straw at my mouth. I sucked on it gently, feeling cool water flood into my mouth. Before I knew it I had drank the entire glass.

“Thank you,” I whispered.

“You’re welcome,” came the voice again.

I slowly opened my eyes, feeling them adjust to the light. Soon they were open entirely and I realized I was in a hospital bed. Sitting near me, on a small chair, was a man, probably about fifty years old-or-thereabouts.

“Where am…” I started to ask, then stopped. “Where’s Cassie?” I asked in a slightly panicked voice.

The man held up a hand. “Don’t worry. Your girlfriend is just fine. She’s in the next room over.”

“Oh, thank god,” I whispered and laid back.

“I’m sure He’d say you’re welcome,” the man said with a smile in his voice.

I sat up again and looked at him. “Thank you, too, doctor.”

He laughed. “Oh, I’m not a doctor. I’m a minister. My name is Thomas Johansen.” He held out his hand. I shook it, the movement sending pain through my arm. “My wife and I found you and your girlfriend out on the street the other night.”

I blinked. “Oh. Well, then, REALLY thank you.” I swallowed a little. “I think we nearly… nearly died out there.”

“You nearly did,” he said with a nod.

I closed my eyes and shuddered. Then I opened them in a slight panic. “The baby…”

Mr Johansen smiled. “Don’t worry. Cassie, you said her name was?” I nodded. “Her baby, and I presume yours?” I nodded again. “The baby is fine.”

“Oh, good,” I whispered.

The room was quiet for a few minutes and then Mr Johansen said, “May I ask your name?”

“Huh? Oh. Hunter.”

“If you don’t mind, Hunter, may I ask how you and Cassie came to be out on the streets on a night like that?”

The question was innocuous, but I knew I had to answer it carefully. I certainly couldn’t tell him the full truth, so I settled for an abbreviated version. That Cassie and I were from far away, that she was trying to find her mother and I was along to help her. I mentioned nothing of our father, beyond saying that both my father and hers were dead. I didn’t go into a lot of detail, of course. I hoped he’d just figure I was too tired out to do so, which wasn’t far from the truth.

Mr Johansen seemed to accept my explanation and didn’t really push me any further. At some point after that I drifted off to a sound sleep.

When I woke up I saw Mr Johansen talking quietly to a woman who looked about his age. She looked almost like everyone’s grandmother. Grey hair, not exactly thin, obviously a woman who was used to smiling a lot.

She seemed to notice I was awake. “Thomas?” she said, and pointed at me.

Mr Johansen looked at me. “Oh. Hunter. How are you feeling?”

“A little hungry,” I ventured.

“I’ll go get you something dear,” the woman, his wife I assumed, said as she left the room.

“That was my wife, Elizabeth. She’s been keeping an eye on Cassie.”

“Cassie…” I closed my eyes a little, trying to banish the image of Cassie freezing out on the streets. I sat up. “I want to go see her.”

“Alright,” Mr Johansen said calmly. “But why don’t you eat something first?”

I was about to argue, but then my stomach rumbled. I hadn’t really eaten anything before we’d wound up on the street, and now was really hungry. “Ok.”

Mrs Johansen returned with the food only a couple moments later. I scarfed it down quickly, even though it was quite bland and tasteless. I’d had enough experience with hospitals in the past (thanks to my dad), to know that was what was to be expected.

Mrs Johansen made small talk with me while I ate. She seemed like a very nice lady, and reported that Cassie was awake and doing well and looking very forward to seeing me. That made me eat all the faster.

After I was done eating, Mr and Mrs Johansen helped me stand up. She left the room while I got some clothes on, and then the three of us walked down the hall. Once we were outside Cassie’s room, they told me they’d wait outside. I nodded, took a deep breath and opened the door.

Cassie was laying on a bed. She looked like she was sleeping. I walked slowly over to her and brushed a little hair out of her face. “Cassie?” I whispered.

Her head turned towards me and her eyes opened. My sister’s smile was like a glimpse into heaven.

“Hello, Hunter.”

Cassie and I checked out of the hospital the next day and immediately went home with Mr and Mrs Johansen. We’d both initially declined their offer of a place to live, but in the end we saw the logic.

They offered to let us live with them for as long as we needed. Until the baby was born and then well past then. They’d help us get enrolled into school and take care of us. It was a chance for us to get our lives back into order after months of chaos. We couldn’t possibly refuse.

Over the next few days, we found out that they’d lost their only son back in 1969 when he’d died in Vietnam. They missed him terribly, and I think they basically viewed us as replacement children.

Cassie gave birth during the first week of June. We named our new son Luke, after a certain movie we’d seen the week before. His middle name was Thomas. He was just amazing. I couldn’t believe Cassie and I had made something so wonderful together.

The night after Luke was born, I went to Mr Johansen and finally confessed everything. I told him about our father. I told him about our mother. I told him about our relationship. I told him everything. I had to. I couldn’t keep living a lie.

Mr Johansen took it surprisingly well. It turned out he’d actually already suspected something like this. He wasn’t angry or anything. He was a little sad at our story and what we’d gone through, but he was also very understanding.

So it was because of him that I ended up with a lawyer and in August went back to New York to answer questions about the death of our dad. The authorities there briefly considered charging me with murder, but eventually decided there was no way they’d get a conviction, so I walked out free.

When I came back to Portland, I got an even bigger burst of happiness. Mr Johansen had tracked down our mother, and brought her to Portland. Turned out she’d been living in San Francisco, and hadn’t been in LA for two years. She’d written to us all the time, but our dad had always destroyed her letters.

As time went by the memories of those months on the road began to fade away. We both went back to school, and I eventually went to college where I majored in theology. I was determined to follow in the steps of Mr Johansen and become a minister.

Cassie also wound up going to college and ended up being a kindergarten teacher. She was very good with kids, as she proved by doing most of the work with raising Luke, who ended up being a wonderful child.

And now, all these years later, I look back at our lives and what we’ve done. Luke is married now and has kids of his own, making us the proud grandparents in the world. We’d raised him right, too. Never so much as spanked him.

He was also the only child we had. We’d not had sex with each other since before we wound up in the hospital. Once we were stable and in a home, well, we still loved each other, but no longer made love. Even now I’m not sure why we stopped. It wasn’t ever something we talked about. We just didn’t do it anymore.

We also never wound up being romantically involved with anyone else. I’m pretty sure she had sex with at least a couple other people in her life. I know I did. But there wasn’t anymore romance there. And that was ok.

I still regret how things had gone with our father. I’ve long since forgiven him, but it’s been harder to forgive myself, even though I know I did the right thing. Still, because of him, Cassie and I managed to find a thing as pure as love, and that, in a way, made all of life worth living.

END

Copyright 2006 by Alex Hawk. Love is a many splendored
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Ok, did any of you REALLY think I was going to let Chapter 8 be the last one? Come now. Those who paid attention would realize that whenever I end a chapter, it’s “END OF CHAPTER X” , but when I end a story it’s just “END”.

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A Thing as Pure as Love – Chapter One

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October 16, 2008

A Thing as Pure as Love – Chapter One
By
Alex Hawk

It was hard for me to tell which was worse. The feeling of my dad’s fist bashing into the side of my face, or the sound it made when it hit. As I fell to the ground, my vision going blurry for a few moments, I thought that it didn’t really matter. What mattered was that I was being hit to begin with.

“You stay the fuck out of this, Cunter!” my dad snarled. My real name was Hunter. He called me Cunter when he was drinking.

I slunk into the corner, holding my head as my dad turned towards my little sister, Cassie, and slapped her again.

“You little slut! You whore!”

“I’m sorry, Daddy!” Cassie whimpered.

“Sorry? Oh, you’re not sorry yet, but you’re going to be!”

This had all started when our dad came home after hearing a rumor that Cassie had been fucked by one of the boys at school. I didn’t know if it was true. She was only twelve, so it probably wasn’t. But he’d been drinking and he didn’t care. He got like this when he had booze.

He slapped Cassie hard a couple more times. I could see a little blood at the corner of her mouth.

“Please, Daddy!” she whimpered again. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

“Ha! I’ll show you sorry!” Then Dad threw Cassie onto the couch. Once she was there, he reached down and roughly tore off her skirt and then her panties. Then he rolled her over and started smacking her bare backside. Hard. Very hard.

I shook my head, trying to clear the fuzz from my mind. I’d seen my dad in many rages in my fourteen years, but this was the worst ever. He was so… angry. And there was more than just anger, too. I didn’t know what.

Then my dad rolled Cassie onto her back, spread her legs and snarled, “So you like to fuck, huh?” Then he tore her shirt open, leaving my sister nude. My eyes were drawn instantly to the small space between her legs. There were just a few strands of hair over a small slit. It was fascinating.

And now I knew with a full, certain dread exactly what was going to happen next. I watched, feeling numb as my dad reached down and started fumbling with his pants. Cassie knew, too, and had a horrified look on her face.

There was no way I could let this happen. I had to do something! I rose to my feet and, staggering slightly, made my way into the kitchen. I grabbed the large carving knife out of the block and went back into the living room where my dad had managed to get his pants open, and was reaching into his underwear.

“Please, no Daddy! Don’t!” Cassie screamed.

He punched her in the face again. “Shut up, slut!”

That was it. A blood-red haze fell over my vision. I came up behind my father with the knife in my hand. I lifted it up high and plunged it down into his back, feeling tissue, muscles and sinew spreading wide around the knife blade.

My dad let out a strange gurggling scream and started to turn around. I grabbed the knife and pulled it out of him, then plunged it back down again and again and again and again. I kept stabbing, letting all my rage and fury go out of my body and into the knife. I lost track quickly as to how many times I stabbed him, but I know it was a lot.

Finally I stopped as my father fell onto the carpet. I knew he was dead. I’d killed him. My own father. I was distantly amazed at how much blood there was. It was all over me, him, the couch and Cassie’s naked body. I looked over at her, breathing hard.

“Hunter,” Cassie whispered. She leapt up off the couch and threw herself into my arms, crying and sobbing and saying my name over and over again. I dropped the knife to the floor and held her tight, starting to cry myself as I realized what I’d done. We fell to the floor, continuing to hold each other and cry for a good half hour or so. We were crying for each other, for ourselves and even for our dad.

Eventually the tears stopped. Cassie was still whimpering a little, but now my mind was in overdrive, trying to figure out what to do next. I knelt down next to my father’s bloody corpse and thought about what I should do now. It took me a few minutes, but finally I made up my mind.

“Cassie?”

“Wha… what?” she said with a little hiccup. She was never a pretty crier, even when she was naked. One part of my mind was noticing that her nude body was rather attractive, but I pushed that out of my head.

“We have to leave.”

“What?” She looked up at me. “Leave?”

“Yes. We can’t stay here. The police are going to know who did this.”

“What? But you saved me from him! They can’t get you in trouble for that… can they?”

I shook my head. “I don’t know for sure,” I admitted. “But I don’t want to find out the hard way and be wrong. We have to leave.” Our dad had taught us never to trust the police. In retrospect this was probably because he didn’t want us to report him for child abuse. No matter his reasons, he’d made us rather paranoid.

“Where will we go?”

“I don’t know for sure.” I went over to the coffee table and picked up my father’s wallet. It was the Friday of Memorial Day Weekend, 1976, and he’d been paid today. I opened it up and looked inside, counting out one-hundred dollars.

“There’s some money here,” I said. “We can take this and get out of town. It’ll be enough to live on for a while.”

“But… I don’t want to leave. All my friends… our school…”

“I know, Cassie,” I said gently. “Look, I guess you don’t have to leave if you don’t want to, but I do. At least until we find out what the police will do about this.”

Cassie sat there silently for a few seconds and then said, “I can’t let you leave without me. If you have to leave, I have to go with you.”

I nodded. “Alright. Look, go get a shower. Get cleaned up. Then pack up some clothes. Not too much. Just a suitcase and your backpack. Just stuff you’re going to need, ok?”

“Ok.” She stood up. “Hunter?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.”

I nodded and tried not to look at my father’s dead body. I was a murderer now, I realized. “You’re welcome. Now get cleaned up.”

“Alright.”

Cassie vanished to the bathroom. I stripped down to my boxers and threw the bloody clothes into the corner of the room. Then I just stood there, looking at the body of the man I’d just killed, and lost myself in my thoughts.

Eventually I heard Cassie’s voice. “Hunter?” She walked into the living room wrapped in a towel. “I’m done in the shower. You should take one, too.”

“Right,” I said with a ragged sigh. I walked past my sister and went into the bathroom where I tossed my boxers aside and spent about twenty minutes in the shower. When I finally felt clean enough, I got out of the shower. I toweled off and went to my bedroom where I got dressed and started packing.

Cassie came into my room. “Hunter? I’m all packed up.”

I nodded. “Ok. I’ll be ready soon. Go into the kitchen and get all the food you can, ok? All the stuff we can easily carry with us. Like peanut butter and bread and stuff. Things that don’t need the fridge.”

“Ok.”

“Oh, and toss Dad’s beer into the trash,” I added as an afterthought.

Cassie grinned a grim smile. “No problem.”

I took one last look around my bedroom. There was so much I wanted to take with me but couldn’t. So much I’d never see again. My comic books, my records, my posters. I at least made sure to find room in my bag for my favorite books. Heinlein, Asimov and Bradburry would be going with me wherever I went.

I joined my sister in the kitchen just as she finished tossing the last of Dad’s beer into the garbage. I put a hand on her shoulder.

“You ready?” I asked.

“Are you sure we have to do this?” Cassie said, looking up at me.

I nodded. “I’m sure,” I lied. I was anything but sure, but it seemed like the right thing. Dad had always told us the police would try to screw us over at any chance. If they found me… well… I didn’t want to think about it.

“Alright,” Cassie said with a sigh. “Let’s go.”

The two of us left the house and walked out into the night. Cassie looked back at the house as we left. I didn’t.

Two hours later, Cassie and I had made our way from our family’s house in Queens out to Grand Central Station. During the trip, I’d formulated a little plan. We would go to Los Angeles, where our mother lived. We didn’t know exactly where she was. We had no address or phone number. But we knew she was out there.

When we got to Grand Central, I bought two tickets to Washington, DC. It took up a decent chunk of our money. I could have afforded two direct tickets to LA, but I figured it would be best to take a longer route in case the police ended up chasing us.

Once we were on the train, I let out a faint sigh of relief. It seemed like we’d gotten away clear so far. I wondered how long our luck would last?

Cassie snuggled up next to me. I put my arm around her, feeling very protective. I’d killed my father in order to save my sister. What a weird thing to think about. It still hadn’t really sunk in yet.

I actually managed to doze off for a bit as we rode on the train. I woke up just as we were getting into the DC suburbs. Cassie was sleeping in my arms still. I gently shook her to wake her up.

“We’re almost there,” I said.

“Ok.”

As we rode into DC, I looked around. There was red, white and blue bunting everywhere. Not only was it Memorial Day Weekend, but the Bicentennial was in July. I wondered where Cassie and I would be then.

When the train stopped we got off and stood there in the station, momentarily lost while I tried to figure out what we should do next. Finally I settled on getting a cab and asking the driver to take us to a cheap hotel. He put the car into gear and we rode in silence to a hotel.

Once there we went to the front desk, paid for a room (twenty dollars), and then made our way into the room we’d rented. It wasn’t much. Just a pair of beds, a bathroom, a dresser, a TV, nothing really big. Some really bad paintings on the wall.

“How long are we going to stay here, Hunter?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know. Probably only a couple days.”

“Ok.”

We watched TV for a little bit, but it was getting late and we needed to sleep. We turned the television off and eventually drifted off and dreamed, images of my father’s dead body mixing with images of my sister’s naked body.

* * *

I woke up at about 7:30, disoriented and wondering where I was. Then it all came flooding back, especially the knife. I’d never forget the knife. It was currently inside my suitcase, where it would stay until I figured out a safe way to get rid of it.

I reached down and gave my hard penis a couple tugs. It was always erect when I woke up. Most mornings I’d just jerk off and take care of it. But with my sister sleeping not more than five feet away, I thought it would be a bad idea.

Sighing, I got up out of bed and went to take a shower. By the time I got out, Cassie was awake and watching TV.

“Hey.”

“Hey,” she said back.

“I’ve got an idea for today,” I said.

“What?”

“I’m going to go to McDonald’s and get us some food. Then I’ll come back and we can eat. After that, I’m going to head out, get a bus and see if I can get to the suburbs. Find some people who need their lawn mowed. If I mow four lawns a day, our room is covered and if I mow five, then we have food. All that without having to use up any of our money.”

“Ok.”

I gave Cassie a hug. “You gonna be ok when I’m gone?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine.”

“Alright.”

As I rode on the bus out to the suburbs around Washington City, I thought about what I’d done when I killed my dad. I didn’t really feel any guilt or sadness about it. I didn’t feel any pride or sense of accomplishment, either. Really, all that I felt was that I’d done what had needed to be done. I’d killed my dad just like squashing a bug. I knew I should feel more than that. Maybe I would later.

I finally got out to what seemed to be a suitable area. I left the bus and started walking around, knocking on doors and offering to mow lawns, trim bushes, clean gutters or whatever else it was people needed to have done. I ran into two problems quickly. I didn’t have a lawn mower of my own, and since it was Memorial Day Weekend, lots of people weren’t home.

But I did have some luck. Two homes in a row wanted me to mow their lawns and one needed me to clean out their gutters, so I ended up with fifteen dollars quickly. One more job and I’d have enough money to pay for the hotel room for another night!

It was at the last place I visited that something strange happened.

I knocked on the door and a woman answered. She was pretty attractive, I guessed. Nothing big, but not bad. She was probably in her early thirties. She smiled at me.

“Can I help you?”

I nodded. “I actually hope I can help you. I’m going around trying to find work to do. Cleaning, yard work, anything.”

“Oh, yes? How much would you charge to get the leaves out of my pool?”

“Five dollars,” I said, promptly.

“Good. That lazy husband of mine won’t ever do it.” She smiled. “My name is Norma, by the way.”

“I’m Hunter,” I said, shaking her hand. “Where’s your pool?”

“This way.” Norma lead me back to her backyard where I saw a fairly good sized pool. My heart sank a little. I knew it was going to take so long I wouldn’t be able to do any other work, but at least I’d make some money here.

I picked up the skimmer and got to work. It wasn’t very much fun. Her pool was just full of crap. Leaves, mostly. It took me over two hours to finally get everything done. When I was finished, I walked into the house.

“Done,” I said, coming up to Norma. She was watching President Ford talking on the news.

“Yeah? Let’s have a look.” She stood up and walked over to the window, peering out at the pool. “Very nice, Hunter.”

“Thank you.”

She placed her hand on my head and ruffled my hair a little. “Come on. I’ll get your money.”

“Ok.”

I followed Norma upstairs to the bedroom where she rooted around in her purse.

“Hmmm…” she said after a moment. “I seem to only have a twenty.”

“Oh! Well, I can make change,” I said, reaching into my pocket.

“Well… don’t worry about it, Hunter. You’re obviously working hard and you seem to really need the money.” Norma held out the bill to me. “Keep the change.”

“Wow, really?” I smiled widely. “Gee, thanks!”

“No problem.” She smiled at me again. “You’re a very nice boy, Hunter.”

“Thanks.”

“Really cute, too.”

I was taken aback. “Uh… thanks.”

“Do you have a girlfriend?”

Totally lost as to why she was asking that, I said, “No? Why?”

“Just wondering.” Smiling again she put her hand on my chest. “A boy as cute as you should have girls lining up for him.”

My heart was beating fast. I had no idea where this was going or what to do. “Thanks,” I settled for saying again.

Norma licked her lips and then, to my incredible surprised, leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. I stood there, shocked for a moment, and before I could really adjust to that, she moved her mouth down and kissed me on the neck. I was completely floored by this. What the hell was going on? She had a husband, right? Why was she kissing me?

“Lay down, Hunter,” Norma said, pushing me gently onto her bed. I let her push me down, still unsure about what was going on.

“Norma? What-”

“Shhhh.” She put her finger on my lips. “Don’t say anything, ok?”

I nodded.

Norma kissed me on the mouth again and then placed her hand on my jeans. She unbuttoned and unzipped them, reaching inside, into my underwear, and pulling out my extremely hard teenage penis. Then she moved her head down slowly, and before I knew what was happening, I felt the luscious sensation of her mouth slipping down around the shaft of my virgin erection.

I let out a little moan. I’d heard of blowjobs before, but I never thought I’d be getting one, especially from an older woman. I never felt anything so good before! Her tongue and lips were slipping around all over my penis, giving me more pleasure than I’d ever experienced in all my fourteen years. I stopped questioning why this was happening and simply laid back, closed my eyes, and enjoyed it.

Norma apparently knew exactly what she was doing, too. She was obviously trying to prolong this experience for me as much as she could. She’d get me to the brink of an orgasm and then pull back, then push me towards it again. All in all, my first ever blowjob ran about fifteen minutes before I finally released a series of gasping moans and felt my penis start pulsing inside Norma’s mouth, my sperm firing down her throat.

When I was done cumming, I laid there on Norma’s bed, panting, my mind spinning. She moved back up and smiled at me as she wiped her mouth off.

“And how was that for a tip?” she asked.

I grinned a little. “I… liked that…”

“Was that your first blowjob?”

I nodded.

“Good.” She reached down and squeezed my penis then looked at the clock. “You should get going. My husband will be home soon.”

“Ok.” I stood up and pulled my pants up then was escorted downstairs by Norma.

“Thanks for all your hard-” she grabbed my penis through my pants, “-work.”

“Thank you,” I said with a dazed grin.

Minutes later I was back on the bus heading back to downtown DC, thinking all about what had just happened, unbearably horny and very happy. I stopped by McDonald’s again, getting some food for my sister and I, then went back to our lodgings.

When I got back to the hotel, I paid for another night and went to the room.

“I’m back,” I said, opening the door.

Cassie leapt off her bed and gave me a big hug. “Oh, Hunter, I was so worried without you being here.”

“Hey, it’s ok.” I hugged her back. “I got plenty of money and I got us some food, too.”

“Really? Cool!”

I divided the food and sat there eating with my sister as we watched tv. It was almost normal. Almost. But my mind kept flipping between images of my sister’s naked body on the couch, my dad’s dead body on the floor and how it had felt when Norma gave me the blowjob.

Before I went to sleep I went into the shower, partly to get clean and partly to jerk off. I mostly thought about Norma’s mouth around my penis, but also thought about my sister when I’d seen her naked. She was the only girl I’d ever seen nude before, and I told myself later that was why I’d wound up cumming while thinking about her.

END CHAPTER ONE

Copyright 2005 by Alex Hawk, all rights reserved. Trahimur omnes studio laudis, so send me some, damnit!

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A Thing as Pure as Love – Chapter Two

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October 16, 2008

A Thing as Pure as Love – Chapter Two
By
Alex Hawk

One week later my sister and I were in Charleston, South Carolina. My efforts at earning money had been sporadic after that first day, and we were down to only fifty bucks when we rolled into town. Thankfully we were able to find a hotel in easy walking distance from the bus station.

“We need a room, please.”

“Alright,” said the bored looking manager. “$14.95, please”

Well, at least the room was cheaper. When we go to the room, though, we saw that it had only one bed. I picked up the phone and dialed the front desk.

“Do you have any rooms with two beds?” I asked.

“No, but I’m sure you and your girlfriend will make arrangements just fine,” he said with a snicker and then hung up.

I scowled at the phone. “Looks like we just have this bed,” I said to Cassie. “You sleep on it, I’ll take the floor.”

Cassie shook her head. “You’re the one who’s going out and working. You should get a good night’s sleep. YOU sleep on the bed, and I’LL take the floor.”

“I’m not letting you sleep on the floor.”

Cassie shrugged. “Well… why don’t we share the bed? It’s big enough.”

I thought about that. There wasn’t any real reason not to. “Ok.”

Cassie and I sat up and watched TV for a while, but there wasn’t really anything much on. Finally she said, “I wanna get to sleep.”

“Ok.”

I turned off the TV and turned off the light before the two of us stripped down to our underwear. Once we were largely unclothed we crawled into bed and went to sleep.

Or at least Cassie went to sleep.

I had almost drifted off when Cassie turned around in her sleep and backed up, snuggling against me. Since I was lying on my side, this meant that her butt was now rubbing against my crotch. My virgin penis hardened instantly. I felt my pulse quicken at the unexpected contact of her body against mine.

I swallowed hard, trying to think about what I should do now. What I should do, I guessed, was pull away. I started to do so, but Cassie whimpered and pushed closer to me, something that really made my penis twitch.

Not wanting to wake up Cassie, I simply put an arm around her and held her tight, trying to calm myself down, willing my erection to go away and wishing that I was somewhere else. Maybe if I just ignored these feelings they’d go away and I could get to sleep.

My sister whispered something in her sleep and moved slightly under my hand. I felt a strange, soft mound under my palm and after a moment I realized that I must have had her breast in my hand.

My penis, which had softened very, very slightly, now returned to being completely hard. I was holding one of my sister’s breasts! I could feel the gentle mound and the hard nipple underneath the thin fabric of her undershirt. It was incredible.

Now what should I do, I wondered. I squeezed Cassie’s breast very gently, very tenderly. It was soft and warm and yielding. I wondered what it would feel like to actually touch it for real, not just over the cloth of her shirt.

I knew it wouldn’t be right for me to try. But it’s not like it would actually be WRONG, would it? I mean, I’d just be touching, just feeling, seeing what it was like. I wouldn’t actually be doing anything bad.

Cassie’s undershirt was sleeveless. It was an easy matter to pull my hand away from her breast and slowly slide it under the fabric. I felt the softness of my sister’s skin, and then, as I traced my fingertips along, I could feel a gentle, sloping curve start to form.

Swallowing hard again, I moved my fingertips along the mound until I found them brushing against Cassie’s nipple. Slowly, gently, I stretched my palm out until I was completely cupping her small breast.

I was actually touching my sister’s bare breast! My penis twitched against her butt. Oh, god, this was soooo fantastic! I couldn’t believe I was actually doing this! It was the most wonderful thing in my entire life! I started wondering, in the back of my mind, what else I could do.

Then a horrible mental image of my father between Cassie’s legs, her naked, vulnerable body under him as he unzipped, getting ready to do something horrible to her.

Strangling a little scream, I jumped out of bed and dashed into the bathroom, standing at the sink and breathing hard, not daring to look into the mirror. Oh, god, what had I done? I’d just almost molested my sister! I’d almost…. I shook my head. I was turning into my father. That evil, booze swilling bastard. I was turning into him! No right, good, decent person would do what I’d just done!

I splashed some cold water onto my face and then looked into the mirror. I’d almost made a terrible mistake in there as I’d laid next to my sister. I vowed that it would never, ever happen again. I loved my little sister. I’d killed to protect her. I couldn’t ever let myself turn into someone that would harm her.

Shakily I made my way back into the bedroom. Cassie was peacefully asleep. I pulled the blanket up over her somewhat exposed body, gave her a kiss on the cheek, and grabbed a pillow from the bed. I laid it and myself down on the floor and finally, eventually, drifted off to a sound sleep.

* * *

The bus ride to Atlanta was very bumpy, almost to the point of making me car-sick. It’d been a month since Cassie and I had left our home in New York. We were taking a long time to get to LA, but it seemed like a good idea to take it slow, just in case the police were on our tail.

Cassie was sleeping, a small transistor radio on her lap. I’d bought it for her the day we’d left Charleston. We’d done pretty well there. I’d been able to get enough money that I knew we’d be able to be ok until we reached Atlanta. After there, I didn’t know what would happen to us financially, but our plan seemed to be working out well so far.

Cassie hadn’t said anything about that night in the motel room. She’d asked me why I’d wound up sleeping on the floor, but I’d made up an excuse about the mattress being uncomfortable. I’d kept myself from sleeping next to her ever since then. I just couldn’t risk turning into my dad.

When we finally got into Atlanta we checked ourselves into our standard flophouse hotel. This room was nicer than most, but still not great. It was also more expensive than we were used to. I thought about a cheaper place, but cheaper than this would have been really, really bad.

The next morning I set about trying to find some work to do. I was really hard, though. I went out to the suburbs and tried to find people who needed their lawns mowed, only to find out that there was pretty much no one who wanted me to work for them. Oh, there were a few. Enough to keep Cassie and I in our room, but not enough for us to get ahead. Not enough even to cover food. We were working our savings down to nothing.

Finally on the fifth day of looking for someone who needed work done, I knocked on the door of an old, grand looking house. The door was opened by an even older, grand looking black man in a nice suit.

“Help you, suh?”

“Yeah, I’m looking for some work to do. Yard work, house work, whatever. I just need to earn some money. I’ll do just about everything.”

The man looked me over. “You just wait right here. I’ll get Mister O’Daniels for you. This is his house.”

“Alright.”

I stood there, shifting my weight from foot to foot, wondering if I’d be able to do anything. Finally, after waiting nearly five minutes, the door was opened again by another man. He looked to be in his fifties. He was wearing a white suit and carrying a drink of some sort. He smiled at me.

“Kensworth says y’all are lookin’ for some work?”

“Yes, sir,” I said with a nod.

“Hmmm.” The man looked me over from head to toe. “How old are you, boy?”

“Fourteen, sir.”

He reached out and placed a hand on my arm, squeezing gently. “You’re in pretty good shape. Must work out a lot.”

“I get lots of exercise doing yard work,” I hinted.

“Come on inside.”

As I followed the man inside, I looked at his house. It was very nicely decorated, but it had an odd smell of age to it. It distantly reminded me of my grandmother’s house.

“What’s your name, boy?”

“Hunter, sir.”

“Hunter? A good name. My name is Ashleigh.”

“Like the guy from ‘Gone With the Wind’?”

Ashleigh smiled a thin smile. “Exactly. My mother knew Margret Mitchell, you know.”

“She did?”

“Oh, yes. Come. Let’s go to the drawing room.”

We went into a small room devoid of any easels or anything that might be used for drawing. I sat down on a slightly dusty old couch with red upholstery.

“Kensworth! Oh, Kensworth!” Ashleigh called out. Kensworth came into the room.

“Yes, suh?”

“Why don’t you bring our young caller a Coca-Cola?”

“Yes, suh.”

Kensworth shuffled off as Ashleigh turned towards me. “Kensworth has worked for our family as long as I can remember. His father even used to work for us.”

“Oh, ok.”

Kensworth returned in a moment with a bottle of Coke on a silver tray. He set it down on a coaster in front of me and then shuffled off, closing the drawing room doors behind him.

“So, Hunter. What brings a young boy like you around lookin’ for work?”

I licked my lips. “Well… my sister and I are on our way to Los Angeles. Our father died recently and we’re trying to get out there to find our mother. We don’t have a huge amount of money, so I’ve been doing basic work for people as we go.”

“Why, what a good brother you are, to take care of your sister that way!” Ashleigh said with a smile as he took a sip of his drink.

“I try to do what I can, sir.” I took a sip of my Coke. It was really, really good.

He smiled again and set his drink down. “Sadly, young Hunter, I have to confess. I don’t have any work around the house that needs doing. Kensworth does most of it, and what he doesn’t do, his nephews take care of. Those people all stick together, you know,” he said. “They help one another out.”

“I see.” I was disappointed, but at least I’d gotten a Coke out of it.

“Now, don’t look so downcast, young Hunter. There may be something we can work out.”

“Oh?”

Ashleigh took another sip of his drink and set it down with a happy sigh. “Kensworth does know how to do the most amazing things with a mint julep.” He smiled at me. “I have a proposition for you, Hunter.”

“Ok.”

“You’re a very attractive young man.”

“Uh… thanks?” I was confused, but not worried.

“I’ll make you a deal, Hunter.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out an old looking wallet, from which he pulled five new looking twenty dollar bills.

“What sort of deal?” I asked, my eyes fixed onto the money as he set it on the table.

“I like you, Hunter. I like attractive young men.”

“You do?”

“Oh, yes.” He smiled again. “So here’s the deal. If you’ll undress and let me have a look at you, I’ll give you twenty dollars.”

“Undress?” I squeaked. He wanted to see me naked?

“That’s right.” He took a calm sip of his drink.

“Oh. I can’t… I mean…”

“It’s very easy, Hunter. All you have to do is undress and let me see you in the nude. Then you get twenty dollars.”

My mind spun while I looked down at the money on the table. I wondered distantly what I’d need to do to get the other bills. It wouldn’t be so bad, I knew, just to take off my clothes and let him see me naked. It would get me money. Then I could always go out and try to do some more yard work.

“Alright,” I said softly.

“Wonderful.” Ashleigh sat back in his chair and said, “In your own time, Hunter.”

I stood up and rather shakily pulled my shirt up and off my body. Then I reached down and unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. I paused long enough to kick off my shoes and then removed my pants. Finally I let my briefs slide down my body and stood there nude before this rather strange man.

Ashleigh took a sip of his drink and let out a soft sigh. “Very nice, Hunter. Very nice. You’re quite a beautiful boy.”

“Thank you, sir,” I mumbled.

“Turn around.”

I turned around in place, showing my entire body to him.

“Very nice,” he murmured. He handed me a twenty. “I’ll give you another one if you get yourself hard,” he replied, gesturing towards my mostly soft penis.

“Really?”

“Yes.”

Closing my eyes I thought about what it had felt to have Cassie’s breast in my hand as I reached down and touched my penis. It didn’t take much more than that before I was completely hard.

“Oh, very wonderful. Very, very wonderful.”

“Thank you.”

I was a little creeped out by all this, but I needed the money, so I let my mind wander elsewhere while this was going on. At least he wasn’t trying to touch me or anything. I wondered if I’d let him if he did? Of course I would, if he had the cash.

Setting a second twenty on the table, Ashleigh said, “Now. Do you want the other three of these, Hunter?”

“Yes, sir.”

Smiling, Ashleigh said, “I bet you do. Well, it’s really easy to get.”

“Alright.” I wondered what he had in mind.

“All you have to do, dear young Hunter, is just lay down on that there couch and… enjoy yourself. Until you’re done.”

My mind processed this. “You want me to jerk off until I cum?”

“Rather a bit crudely put, but yes.”

“And I get the rest of the money?”

“That’s right.”

I licked my lips. I didn’t really want to do it, but it wasn’t all THAT bad of a deal. My penis was still really hard, and I hadn’t had the chance to masturbate in over a week. Getting off would be pretty nice. And if I got paid to do it… well…

“Ok.” I laid down on the couch. “Once I’m done cumming that’s it, right?”

“Right.”

“Ok.” I closed my eyes and took my penis in my hand, stroking it rapidly. I didn’t really want to waste any time. I wanted to make sure that I came pretty fast. I didn’t want to be doing this for too long.

To help myself cum, I pictured various girls, like I always did, and thought about all sorts of sex acts. That was usually enough. At least this felt good. There were certainly worse ways to earn money, that was sure.

After about five minutes, I really wanted to get off and get out of here, and it just didn’t seem to be happening. My mind had been trying to drift down a certain path the entire time I’d been masturbating and finally I figured I might as well let it go there.

So it was that I started remembering, once again, how it had felt to be cupping my sister’s breast and what it was like having her butt pressing against my penis as she slept. I started wondering about what was between her legs. I’d seen it that one night, of course, but I started to wonder what it would be like to touch it, to kiss it, to slide my penis inside of her vagina and… and… and…

I let out a series of sharp gasps as my penis began to convulse in my hand, my sperm flying out all over my naked body as I laid there on this strange, dusty old couch. It was far from the best orgasm I’d ever had, but it certainly wasn’t the worst.

As I began to recover, I looked over at Ashleigh. He was simply looking at my naked body, his drink still in his hand. With his other hand he reached into his suit and pulled out a small handkerchief. He dabbed at his upper lip briefly and then tossed it to me.

“Clean yourself up, now.”

I wiped up my sperm and handed the handkerchief back. Ashleigh folded it neatly and put it down on the table.

“Can I get dressed now?”

“Certainly.”

As I got dressed, Ashleigh put the rest of the money on the table and stood up.

“You’ve done very well here today, Hunter. Enjoy the money. I hope it helps you and your dear sister. Kensworth will see you out.”

With that he left the room and just as I finished dressing, Kensworth came into the room.

“Are you ready to leave, suh?”

“Yes, sir.” I followed Kensworth towards the front door, stuffing the money into my pocket as I went. He handed me one last Coke and then shut the door behind me.

I made my way back to the motel, my mind spinning. I felt a lot of guilt about the fact that I’d climaxed while thinking about fucking my little sister. That was just wrong, no question about it.

Well, so far since we’d been on the road, I’d had a woman give me a blowjob and now an older man had paid me to masturbate in front of him. What was WITH these people? Still, it had made me enough cash that I was no longer worried about what Cassie and I would do for the next few days. That made it all worthwhile.

END CHAPTER TWO

Copyright 2005 by Alex Hawk, all rights reserved. Mea mihi conscientia pluris est quam omium sermo.

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