Date: Mon, 30 May 2011 18:55:08 +0200 From: Al Peres <al.peres@hotmail.com> Subject: Looking for an Heir 1 LOOKING FOR AN HEIR ---------------------------------- PART 1 ====== PROLOGUE ----------------- This is a sweet story of love, product of my imagination where egoism and selfishness are banned. It depicts sex contacts mostly between minors, though a few times adults are involved; therefore all warnings apply. English is not my mother language, therefore, please, be acquiescent with the syntax. Comments will be welcomed to: "al.peres@hotmail.com" I must express my gratitude and thanks to Harvey Schwartz for his guidance in the writing of this lovely story. CHAPTER 1 ---------------- Alex was nine y/o; in a few months, he would be ten. A typical Slav, waving blond hair, round beautiful face and two bright blue eyes, plus a lovely dimple on his little chin; these made men and women turn their heads and appreciate the child's beauty. He lived in the west of Manhattan surrounded by Latinos, Negroes and other races; a mix of people speaking different languages and customs. In spite of all of this, he felt alone; he was a lonely boy. He attended to a school not very far from their tiny home. He lived with his mom, his father had deserted them when he was born, and was reported dead three years later. His mother was young but had a congenital grave heart disease, so when his father abandoned them, the Welfare Service provided her with a job as a cleaner in a public hospital. The wage was scarce; therefore, they lived poorly but honestly. Alex was extremely intelligent and in the school he was a grade ahead of his age. When he returned home from school, besides his normal school home works, he had to clean the house and wash up dishes while his mom was at work. That took most of his time on the weekdays; sometimes on Sundays, after the church's service, he would walk out to a nearby park, but was rarely engage in plays with other children. More than one-year back, he spotted a man sat on his collapsible chair in front of an easel making a sketch of a lovely park corner; that attracted him as magnetic to iron. Alex always sat on an iron bench near the man, quietly, watching how the man's hand moved round the white paper, appearing magically the park corner on the white surface as a photo, but prettier. The man was aware of the child's presence when he came to this park; and he had observed that the boy rarely played with other children, but always kept watching him. That day, after two hours in silence, the man looked and smiled at him for the first time while collecting his drawing utensils. He knew the little boy had been all the time watching him. The following Sunday, as soon as they returned from the Church service, Alex ran to the park; the man was there, but in a different place. The same as the previous days, he was drawing another part of the park. The man noticed the boy's presence and grinned. After an hour of silence, the painter turned around on the seat and stared at the little boy. "Do you like painting? I have seen you watching me many times." "Yes sir, a lot; especially to make sketches of persons and animals. I never tried what you are doing. "What do you think about this one?" Alex approached and looked at the drawing. "It is beautiful; it is like you have transferred part of the park on your paper." "Like a photo?" "Oh no! A photo doesn't have life as your drawing has." The man looked surprised at the little boy's diagnosis. "Thanks for your observations. By the way, which is your name, little one? "My name's Alexander, sir; but near everybody calls me Alex." "Glad to meet you, Alex. Mine is Robert." The man extended his hand and shook Alex's. The boy blushed because this was the first time he had shaken an adult's hand. Robert then added, "Since we have been introduced, what about having an ice-cream on that stand?" Alex doubted for a moment, he wanted eagerly the sweet ice-cream, but his mom always says to him that he should be careful with strangers. The man guessed the boy's concerns. "We are not strangers, but colleagues." Alex grinned and both went to have the ice-cream. Alex felt very happy. They said goodbye when the finished the sweet cream. As soon as he returned home, he told all about to his mom. "Alexei, I have told you many times not to accept anything from strangers." "I know it mom, but he seems a good man and besides he did not invite me to go with him, only to have an ice-cream, and it is so long I had one..." The woman hugged her son tenderly. "Sorry son, you are a good boy, too. Will you see him next Sunday?" "I don't know mom; sure I'll go to see him painting; you well know how fond I am of making sketches of everything; my hand goes automatically as if something guided me. He has come after many months, probably due to the bad weather. I'll tell you what we can do: next Sunday, you come with me and speak to him." The following Sunday the man was not there and Alex felt empty and frustrated, but the next one he saw him, as usual sat under one of the biggest trees of the park. When they were near him, his mom stopped. "Alexei, I don't need to go. I know he's a good man." She had recognised the man when working in the hospital together with some other doctors. "Please mom, come with me, I'll introduce you to him." Reluctantly, the young woman approached the painter. "Good morning Robert, this is my mom." The young woman flushed as the man extended his hand. "How do you do, young lady? You have a nice and intelligent son." She did not know what to answer but shook the man's hand. "Thank you sir, yes, he's a good boy and I'm very proud of him." The man grinned and the little boy felt on the heaven. "Well Alex, I must go home; this man is a real caballero." She left still blushing. Alex did not mind; he sat down near the man in silence. He observed the great display of pencils, and he wanted to know the use of them; he only had one. However, he loved the silence round himself when he was drawing. "It seems you have lost your tongue, Alex." The boy smiled at the man. "Well, I like the silence when I am working, otherwise I lose my concentration." "We are not working, just enjoying our company and the lovely weather. Within a couple of months it will be impossible to be seated here." He paused. "Don't you have any question? My son, when he was your age, always was making questions." "Yes, I have many, but I didn't want to disturb you." "Remember we are colleagues, and pals do not disturb other pals." The boy grinned and started his unfinished questions. "I can see you have many pencils, but all of them are black, except those thick ones, that they are grey. I have only one that I use for everything." "Certainly they all look black, but they aren't. There aren't two the same." The man took a few from the large wallet and showed to the boy. "Look, they are numbered; that indicates the hardness of them." Alex examined the pencils as if they were sacred totems. "What about the letter?" "That indicates the intensity of the black carbon." "So, the thick ones must be very light because they are near grey." The man smiled. "They aren't pencils, but stumps and made from paper. Look." Then the man took a piece of paper, traced a line with a pencil, and rubbed softly the line with it; the line near disappeared leaving a shadow. The boy grinned satisfied. "It is magic." The man smiled and ruffled the boy's blond waving hair. They met near every Sunday while the weather allowed it. Suddenly Robert stopped coming and Alex missed him; he thought he should have not been so a pester annoying the man asking so many questions. He then preferred to remain at home reading books that his teacher gave him. On Sunday morning, he would accompany his mom to the Orthodox Church service and for a walk. Recently his pecker had started to get hard very often, especially during the night, and he enjoyed playing with it, ignoring he could go farther and get that funny feeling that he heard older boys in the school to talk about. In his class, most of the students were older than he was. There was one, Thomas Lopez, who has recently turned eleven. Alex secretly worshipped him; he ignored why that handsome boy was backwards in his studies, though there were many others of 12, 13 and even one who was 14 y/o in the same situation; but they were Negroes or Latinos and did not care much about school. They were always bragging about girls or robberies. Tom was different; he had many friends and laughed easily. He failed frequently on maths and the teacher admonished him to pay more attention. Tom had the whitish and smoothest skin he had ever seen; he showed two beautiful dimples on his cheeks when he smiled; that made many girls to sigh. In contrast, he had curly black hair to his ears that he did not comb and was free over his forehead. Large eyes and curved eyelashes completed his features. Alex longed to rub and touch that skin and even to kiss those dimples. He could not explain himself why he liked that so much whereas Tom ignored him. However, with the corner of his eyes he had caught Tom many times peering on him, though he never started any conversation with him out of simple school questions. Alex wondered why all boys, and especially his pals, respected Tom, though he never saw him fighting anyone. He would have gladly been very happy fighting near him, though his mom constantly was telling him never to fight, because she had not money to buy new clothes, but to amend them. Tom was not rich but always had money available to buy candies, and his sisters wore normal clothes, not ragged as his. Tom could not take his eyes off from that little blond boy when he was not aware he was peeking on him. Since he came to his classroom, two years back, he started adoring those pieces of blue sea of his eyes and that beautiful chin. He had jacked off many times thinking in that beautiful blond and lonely boy. Many times, he delayed showering after a soccer match in order to be there when Alex showered, then he would peek on the boy to get some glances on his beautiful little round butt. Since he came to his class, and without Alex knowing, Tom had built a ring of protection round him. He was alert just in case someone tried to bull or annoy Alex. First, he felt a need of protecting the child, though as the time passed, that need became a strong attraction to the blond boy, fantasising having him in his arms kissing and hugging him tenderly. He did not dare openly to approach him because his friends would consider him weak, talking to a little brat if not a fag. He thought he wanted to see the way to make contact with the younger boy, but did not know how. He had money to buy candies to him, because he was into hustling, but he knew this blond boy was very smart and would find out he was trying to bribe him. He thought would try next day to approach him during class, just asking for something, though he knew the boy was very poor and had nothing that he had not. He felt pity for him; there were boys who dropped things to the waste that this boy would use gladly. His clothes were ragged and had been mended many times, however, he always looked very clean and Tom loved cleanness. That Thursday morning their math teacher asked a question to Tom that he could not answer. Alex felt a sting in his stomach because the question was very easy. Then the teacher looked around over the rest of the students; and no one could answer. A little bit upset, the teacher looked at his favourite pupil. "Mr. Lorton, please, tell them the answer." Alex bent his lovely head and flushed as he answered the man. "I'm sorry sir, I don't know it either." The teacher looked at the boys and girls amused. He guessed the truth and admired deeply that little boy. The teacher had been living near all these lost children and in his heart regretted deeply he could do nothing to improve their situation. However, he knew Tom was different, he ignored why that handsome boy was not the first in his class. "Mr. Lopez, examinations are approaching and you must improve your maths, otherwise you won't be able to keep your current grade. Mr. Lorton, please, remain in the classroom after the bell rings." Tom looked tenderly to his loved boy; he would have hugged him right there because he knew he had lied for him. Alex felt Tom staring at him and his stomach grumbled as if it was full of flies. Alex's real surname was Lortonoff or Lortonov; however, they had shortened it for better identification. When the bell rang a few minutes later, the children stormed to the exit; Alex remained on his desk. "Alex, I know you knew the answer, why didn't you reply it?" The child felt embarrassed because he was too intelligent to ignore what he had done. He bent the head and kept silence; the teacher then ruffled his hair. "Okay Alex, I won't take it into account. You can go." "Thank you, sir." The man smiled to his favourite student; he liked to name him by his short name whenever nobody was present. Alex left. Outside he walked to the soccer ground while other children were playing. He felt Tom was there watching him, but he did not approach where he was. The blond boy was right; Tom was rarely alone outside class, this time he was peering onto Alex and sighed; his friends neared him and he left with them a little bit annoyed because they had interrupted his thoughts. Why did he like that little imp in that way? He felt a great anxiety to protect him, to hug and touch him. Why was he obsessed? But Alex was so pretty..., so weak. He noticed how his heart increased its speed when he sighed and thought about him. He decided to get an end with this; he should have done it two years before, but never is too late. He thought. On Friday Tom thought to wait for Alex on his way to the school, he lived only a couple of blocks ahead from his home to the school, but when he arrived, Alex was leaving his house; he followed him up watching his back and how he wiggled his little butt cheeks. He noticed how his cock started to get hard and felt ashamed. He was determined to initiate some contact with his boy, as he called him for himself. Since the previous day and after the teacher asked him, Alex had felt something strange, fortunately, his mom came soon, and any thoughts about Tom dashed away from his mind. He helped her in the house's duties. After dinner, he went to bed and his mind took him again to the beautiful eleven-year-old boy. Tom had two sisters, Brenda that had been his pal before he was moved a grade ahead; and the little Margarita that was eight; still playing with her dolls. The little girl was a copy of her brother Tom, and that attracted him. He watched her playing with her friends in the school. Just a week ago, Margarita and another two girls were playing skipping the rope; she was wearing a Scottish skirt to her knees. When she jumped over the rope, Alex could see partially her lovely thighs; that made his dick to start getting hard. A few times, she had asked him simple questions that he answered gladly and she sighed. On Monday, during class, in a moment that the teacher had paused, Tom rose from his seat and went to Alex's. "Alex, please, can I borrow a pencil from you? I forgot mine at home." Of course, he was not telling the truth, he had two pencils in his backpack. Alex felt how his heartbeats increased when he turned his lovely head to his adored boy. He felt a wave of warmness when he looked at him. He rummaged into his ragged backpack and extracted a short piece of a pencil that scarcely he could put into his fingers. "Sorry Tom, this is all I have." "Never mind, it will work." He returned to his desk and made as if he was using it; a few minutes later, he returned the pencil. "Thanks." Then slowing his voice he added: "And thanks for what you did when the teacher asked me about math, you are really a good friend." Alex stared at him and sighed as Tom returned to his desk. Walking up to his house was like flying on a cloud; he repeated to himself many times the wonderful sentences, but could not see Tom anywhere. The rest of the week Tom ignored Alex; at least that was what the blond boy thought. As every Saturday, Tom went to meet Alfred, his colleague in hustling; they spotted a john that paid them five greens for sucking them. They returned to the square, and about 11:00, met a client they knew. He paid for a good meal, then boarded his car and went to an Inn in New Jersey. It was a large room with two king-size beds; after a shower they were hard; the man fucked Tom between the legs while he sucked Alfred. Tom looked at his friend and grinned, then swallowed up his cock and started sucking him as the man fucked his legs and jacked off his dick. Tom's mind drifted to Alex as if he had his little cock in his mouth; he gripped his pal's butt cheeks to get the maximum of his dick into his mouth as Alfred moaned in ecstasy. Before the man started spurting his thick semen over Tom's crotch, the boys climaxed twice. During the quick shower that followed, Alfred commented. "Tom, you have never sucked me before as you have done today; you got me off twice. Why of that eagerness?" Tom grinned and sighed. "I don't know; I just wanted you to enjoy." Alfred chuckled and gave him a jab. They stayed around joking happily in the room with the man. After some time, they started again the sex session, this time Tom fucked his friend while jacked him off, and Alfred sucked the man. Exhausted they remained in bed during some minutes. He paid them twenty bucks each and dropped them into the Plaza; agreeing to meet again in two weeks. There was time for another client, but Tom preferred to go back home. Tom was thinking on Alex and about his poverty, he could not even have a pencil. Suddenly he saw several used items thru a dirty glass window-shop; one of them was something like a book without pages, only taps full of used pencils. He entered into the old shop and a still older Jew man looked at him. "What do you want, lad?" "How much is that folder with the pencils?" "Two dollars." "Two bucks? You are mad, they are all near finished and dirty." Probably that day business had not been good enough, so after some minutes of haggling Tom paid $1.50, and left with his purchase. He felt good, very good. "What a great surprise for Alex!" he thought and smiled. Still it was not very late, so he went to his secret place, a dark basement near his home; he got naked, hid the twenty bucks and looked for an empty can he had to wash himself after beating his dick. He got some hot water from the big boiler, unzipped the folder, extracted all pencils and other small utensils from the wallet, and sank it into the hot water. He washed it up carefully until it looked clean; even some letters appeared on the cover that had not any meaning for him. He placed it under the boiler to dry; he cleaned all items and hid them. After beating his dick thinking on his blond boy, he got dressed and left. On the next day, Sunday, he went to meet Alfred; he was not hurry because he thought they had time. Since they formed a team, both had good business. They had enough customers, so preferred to choose those they knew were not weird or poor. They scored three times with lunch included and fifteen bucks each in the pocket, so he returned home because he had some school chores to do. On Monday he got up earlier than usual, his mom had gone to work and his two younger sisters, Brenda and Margarita, started moving and getting dressed for school. He had other two elder half brothers of 24 and 22 that were living on their own; rarely he saw them. He slipped into the dark basement and found that the wallet was dry; he replaced all pencils and other items, wrapped it with fine paper, put it into his backpack, and left. Now the problem was how to give it to his boy. Alex had had a normal lonely weekend. On Saturday, he went out for a walk to the Park; in his mind was the idea to see Tom; but as usual, he did not see him around. He spotted some of Tom's friends that ignored him. On Monday as usual he left for school, after a few moments he heard the familiar steps behind him, he turned around and saw Tom with a little pack on his hand. "Good morning Alex. I, I have brought you a little present." Saying this, he introduced the large wallet into Alex's ragged backpack; the zipper was not totally close. Alex was surprised because he had done nothing to deserve a present, let alone from Tom; besides his birthday was still some months ahead, in October. "Please promise you won't open it until you return home." "I promise, but..." before he could say anything else, Tom ran to meet his friends, leaving Alex astonished. He touched his backpack trying to identify the object; only he felt it was square, thick, and not heavy. He was tempted to stop somewhere and open it; however, it was time to enter into class. He ran just in time as the bell rang. The day went by uneventfully; he peeked a few times to where Tom was sat, but the elder boy did not show any interest on him. During the break and lunchtime, Tom remained with his friends, however he grinned to himself when he glanced at the little boy; he looked confused and he liked that view. He was so cute with a visible frown on his face! He sighed. The school day ended and Alex ran home. He entered nervous into his small apartment; unzipped the backpack to extract the parcel, but suddenly he stopped and thought, "No, I must be disciplined as Robert told me. I'll wait until I finish my household tasks." As usual, he got naked, folded neatly his school clothes and started washing up the dishes and cleaning the kitchen. He had already done the school homework in the school library. Patiently, as testing himself, he took the backpack to the clean tattered and old couch, and trembling he extracted the parcel; separated the paper and found the blue large wallet; with his mouth agape and holding his breath, he unzipped it. "My God!" He exclaimed. He touched reverently the carbon pencils as sacred objects; he could observe that some of them had been already used, and the wallet had been cleaned, since still could be seen some dirtiness in the deep hidden corners; nevertheless, the pencils and sharpener looked almost as new. Alex kissed the wallet and murmured, "Oh Tom, Tom, I love you. How did you know I wanted this?" He had not appropriate paper to make a sketch and he could not use his notebooks, though he tried some of the pencils on a written sheet. He found himself touching his pecker as he was thinking on his hero. When his mom arrived, immediately he showed her the object. After watching it, she pointed out to her son: "It is similar as that your friend the painter had, and it looks new. Who gave it to you?" "It is not new, but second-hand and cleaned. Tom Lopez gave it to me." "Tom? He is not rich and this is an expensive object. It looks as he appreciates you, but most of the time he is hanging around with those nasty boys..." "Mom, he has the right to choose his friends, the problem is he spends too much time with them and does not care about the school work, especially maths. The teacher has warned him he won't pass to next grade if he doesn't improve his maths. He is good in the rest, but fails in this important subject." He went on explaining his mom what happened the previous week. "Now I know why he gave this wallet to you. Why don't you help him? You are very good at maths." "I would like to do it, but I don't think he would accept; even being worried, as he is, about not passing grade." "How do you know he won't accept your help? You haven't even suggested it." "I know him mom. He is very proud and the teacher is not ready to help him with extra time. I can't do it in the school because all his friends and other boys would make fun about a small boy teaching a big one; and you don't like anyone coming into our house." Alex paused and his mother kept silence considering her son's words. He had grown a lot lately and she should consider giving him more freedom and trust. "Alexei, you are becoming a little man, even I think you are too old for your age; I think I can trust you. I wouldn't mind if you want to teach him maths here; however, you must promise me you'll behave as good boys and no one, except you two, is admitted here." Alex looked tenderly to his mom and kissed her. "Thanks mom; really I want to help him and be his friend. I'll talk him when I thank for his present." The following day, Tuesday, Alex got up early; he couldn't stop thinking in what his mom had said. How would he approach Tom to teach him without hurting his pride? He was very happy when he got to the school. Tom came in and sat on his own desk, totally ignoring him; however, when he was concentrated on his duties, the elder boy watched him carefully and sighed. The day went by, and in the afternoon, they had gym as the last class of the day. Alex delayed his entry into the showers because he did not want to expose himself to the mocks of the older boys; some of them were already teenagers. Most of them were getting out from the showers when he entered into the last stall; a small boy was drying himself among the laughs of the elder boys, now leaving. Tom did not want to meet Alex in the showers because he wanted to jerk off and would not bear his friends teasing his adored boy; he prolonged his stay playing soccer, wondering whether Alex was there or not. As he entered, heard a shower starting, got naked and without hesitation entered into the last booth under the second showerhead. Both boys, each other ignoring their presence turned around. They stopped soaping as two robots waiting orders; as if they received the command, instinctively Alex launched himself into his worshipped friend's arms and wrapped his arms round Tom's back. Tom received him in a tight hug to his chest, and after a few seconds he murmured on his ears: "I love you Alex, I love you with all my heart." Alex hugged even tighter his friend while he rubbed his smooth back. He couldn't speak as his young heart was pounding into his chest. Tom continued rubbing his back neck and whispering, "I love you." They remained stuck to each other for what seemed an eternity, but in fact was only half a minute. Then, Tom more experienced, separated tenderly from Alex without leaving his smooth body, raised his chin, and kissed the blond boy on the lips. It was not a long and passionate kiss, but a tender and short one. Tom noticed how the younger boy trembled and hugged him even tighter. Then near in a whisper Alex said: "I love you, too, Tom." Tom stopped the water and cleaned his boy's face experiencing the smoothness of his cheeks; he noticed some warm drops, he knew Alex had been crying. "I love you, Alex; I love you very much." Alex looked into his friend's black eyes that he loved. He was near as tall as Tom; he dragged his face and kissed him on each dimple and then a longer kiss on the lips. His eyes beamed as two little stars. "Let me soap you and you will soap me if you like it." Tom said. Alex nodded and watched gladly how his friend's hand moved round his body. He couldn't remember when other person had soaped him, probably his mom; it felt good, very good as Tom's hands rubbed him; with the soap came kisses and he liked that even more; his pecker was harder than ever before and Tom looked as happy as he was. Pointing to his dick Tom added: "We haven't time enough, it is too late, though I would like to show you how much I love you." Alex was na‹f about sex, at least having sex, even he did not associated his dick hardness with Tom's hugs, but the smart boy knew instinctively what his friend meant. "Do it Tom; I have never done anything nor anybody has ever touched me before, but I want you to do it first." Tom's cock was hard as a rock but was aware of the time; he said reluctantly. "Not today. I love you too much and don't like anybody could catch us." He gave a peck to his boy and put him under the showerhead. He soaped quickly and went near him for a couple of minutes. Then dried, and as normal friends dressed and went out. Tom's friends were surprised to see them together. He then said to them: "I'll see you tomorrow, Alex has felt sick and I'm going to take him home." Alex grinned and sighed. "You have many resources to solve any problem. It puzzles me that you are a grade arrears." "Well... you are right, that's what mom and teachers are always telling me; but the fucking maths produce me headache; I wonder why you like them." They were now slowly walking; the happiness could be seen on their young faces. "Tom, you have made me the happiest boy of the world; I never thought..." He slowed his voice fearing someone could hear him. "I would love anyone as I love you." Tom stopped him. "Please, don't say it again or I'll hug and kiss you right here. I'm the happiest boy, even more than you are." They smiled. "Tom, we are like one, and I want us be together. Please, let me help you on maths; I'm sure that you'll keep my grade, and next year we'll in the next together." Tom stared tenderly at his friend. "No way. I love you very much, my little Slav, but what would my friends say seeing a little boy teaching me, a big boy?" "First, you are not so big, you have just turned eleven, and within a few months I'll be ten. And second, I don't need to teach you in the school, but in my home, with nobody watching us." "But what about your mom? I know she doesn't like visitors." "She likes you, and I have her permission for you staying with me here while she is at work." "So that means you already were determined to teach me without having my previous confirmation to it. It's not strange that my sister Brenda and her friends have a crutch on you from the time when you were in her class." "May I remind you that you didn't tell me anything about your present? It is the most beautiful thing I ever had; well. actually I don't receive many things." Tom felt his friend was getting sad, so he change the subject. "Well, when shall we start with the math classes?" "Tomorrow. I have some daily duties to make at home, like washing the dishes up, and cleaning the house; so give me an hour or so to do them. I'll complete the school homework in the library during the breaks so I'll be free for you." "I like what you have said about being free for me." He grinned as he added. "That has a lot of meanings." The smart boy chuckled and blushed. "You said we are one, therefore I'll help you doing your chores, so we'll soon be free for each other." They were at the main entrance to Alex's building. Tom turned his head on both sides and not seeing anyone that could hear, he said. "I love you." Alex had not time to answer him because Tom was running happily to his home. That night was very difficult for both boys to get rid from their young minds what had happened to them. Alex could not forget the kisses they traded and the smooth of his friend's white skin, increased by the soap. His pecker was harder than ever and he started rubbing it up and down until that lovely new sensation to pee overwhelmed him. Reluctantly he stopped because he thought would stain the bed sheets. With the image of Tom in his mind, he drifted to asleep. Tom was in the same situation; he murmured for himself as a pray, "my boy, my beautiful boy; I love you Alex." Tom was more experienced and knew how to get rid of his sexual tensions, at least partially; however, he was powerless to clear his mind. Repeatedly, he reeled back those sweet moments in the showers, his kisses and his boy's hug, and above all, those warm tears of happiness. He went into the bathroom and locked the door; he had never being so excited, even when he was near orgasm fucking his business pal, Alfred, for a man's service. He laid his back on the tub, put some saliva on his hand, and spread it over his hard cock. He started beating his meat quicker as never before, until that wonderful feeling came to him. He held his breath and moaned with pleasure as he reached his dry orgasm. However, the sweet face of his loved boy remained in his mind. He started again jerking off his hard cock. Then raised his legs to his chest, wetted with some saliva his middle finger and introduced it into his pucker; he rubbed that magic spot as when Alfred did to him during the hustling moments with some men. He reached again the point of not return and near screamed in pleasure. CHAPTER 2 ----------------- Alex had told his mom that they would start classes next day, when they returned from school and after doing his chores. Tom did the same to his mother, however, without mentioning the name of his teacher. She was greatly surprised and at the same time joyful that her son had taken that decision. In the morning, he got together with Alex. "Did you sleep well?" Tom asked his new friend. "Yes, with very happy dreams; in all of them you were the central of my universe." "Mine were nightmares with happy ends. Ugly creatures abducted you and I went to your rescue, then you paid me back with the sweetest smile and a kiss." With care no one could notice, he pressed his boy's hand and murmured, "I love you." Alex grinned and sighed. Tom's friends saw how they were enjoying their company; after separating from Alex at the school main gate, and when he joined the group, one of them said: "Are you babysitting that shit of brat?" He laughed; Tom looked sternly at him with his fists clenched. "I am not babysitting him because he doesn't need it; he knows how to take care and defend by himself, even against you. Moreover, he is not a shit of brat; he demonstrated it last week when he lied to protect us, assuming didn't know the answer. I doubt any of us would have done the same, including you." "Please Tom, don't get pissed, it was just a yoke." Then another one asked: "In that case, why we don't admit him in our gang?" "It is up to him. On the other hand, his mom is a friend of my mom, and she told me to prevent him to fight any bully that may jeopardise his records. He respects us, so we must respect him." They entered in the school to their respective classes. The day went by uneventful. After finishing school, Tom, Alex, and a couple of friends joined; after a few minutes walking and chatting the other two boys took a different direction. Quickly they stepped up the stairs, Alex used the key hanging from his neck, and both boys entered; leaving the backpack on the racked but clean sofa. Tom took his friend from behind and kissed him on the cheek. "I love you." Alex started to get naked and folding neatly his clothes; Tom thought they would start having fun and quickly got naked, too; their cocks were already hard. Alex stopped him gently. "You don't need to get naked to help me in my household tasks." "But you did; I thought we would start having fun. You are so wonderful..." Alex grinned throwing him a ragged apron. "First we must work, discipline above all; that's what always Robert says." "Robert? Who's Robert?" Tom asked with a sting of jealousy in his voice. Alex grinned and gave him a peck on his white cheek. "Nobody you can have jealous about. He's an adult man of about 50 y/o, a painter that I knew in the park last year. I have talked to him many hours, near all the time about painting. He is great, and in such a way, I love him. I would introduce you to him, if you like. "No. By now I'm not interested on painting. Let's start." Soon they were engulfed in their task, joking and happily sharing their company. After that, they sat down in the dinning room and started the class. Alex was greatly surprised how quickly Tom understood his explanations and how his logic worked solving the math problems that he presented to him, even they forgot they were naked and their cocks were sleeping. At the end, Alex said seriously: "Tom, I still wonder why you are not two grades ahead of me. You have an amazing logic to solve math problems and that is what you need. Why are you arrears?" Tom looked at his friend tenderly and kissed him a peck on the smooth check. Alex sighed. "Really I don't know Alex; but our teacher doesn't explain them as you do." He kept silence. He knew that was part of the problem, but only part. He stood, placed his book into his backpack, and hugged his new friend. They started wrestling on the old ragged carpet, their boyhoods hard as rocks. Tom pinned Alex on the floor, approached his face to him and they kissed; this time a long and passionate kiss. "I like it Tom, do it again." The experienced boy looked tenderly to his loved boy. They joined their mouths, but this time Tom parted Alex's teeth and introduced his tongue inside his mouth. Alex looked surprised but soon he started enjoying it, pressing Tom head against him. "That was fantastic, Tom. I feel I am going to pee." Tom grinned, scooted down, and without any word, took Alex's long pecker and balls into his mouth. The younger boy could not explain what was happening to him, only that he felt in the heaven, but with a strong need of peeing. Tom was jerking his dick off; Alex with stammering voice said. "I'll pee your mouth." Tom did not leave his sucking nor say anything. Alex moaned with ragged voice as that wonderful feeling came to his dick while his whole body jerked. He arched his hips, held his breathing, and flew into the stars. When he recovered, opened his lovely eyes, and saw his beautiful friend near him kissing his belly. "Where's your pee?" Alex grinned, put his arms round his friend's back, and turned him over, now he was on top of him. He looked into those black wells of his eyes and without telling him anything, he kissed him gently, then passionately as he parted Tom's teeth. He was a fast learner; that explained why he was the number one of his class, Tom thought. Yet Alex did not stop there, he loved lapping and enjoying their body contact, skin against skin; that felt marvellous. He watched how Tom's cock was jerking with each heartbeat and he did not doubt a second: he engulfed into his mouth that lovely tool. Tom extended his strong arms and dragged his boy to him in a 69 position trying to swallow his entire package. They sucked each other for a few minutes until that wonderful dry orgasm hit their young bodies. Alex recovered his original position; they remained like that enjoying their body's contact. Tom liked to caress Alex's hair waves, kissing his face from time to time. "I love you my beautiful boy." Alex kissed him back." "I love you, too, Tom. I would like to be like this the whole day and night." Tom grinned satisfied. "Please, let's do it again." They started once more the lovemaking until their young bodies were exhausted. Then Tom got dressed, took his backpack, and kissed his little lover. "Have nice dreams, my boy. I love you Alex." Still nude, Alex kissed his lover and locked the door. He was excited and exultant. He went into the bathroom and had a shower. He would have liked to invite Tom to shower together, but that meant more water and they were very short of money. The following day was a copy of the previous, except when they arrived to the sex point. They had showered carefully in the school so started kissing and rubbing each other, then Alex said: "Let's do it on my bed, it will be more comfortable; mom will not find strange it is not made properly." They jumped on the bed, Tom lying on his back. They started kissing and caressing each other, their cocks grinding against each other's crotch. Alex enjoyed it very much because he felt Tom's smooth skin against his, and that increased his excitement. Within a few minutes they reached the point of not return; their young bodies tensed and each other pushed up to meet the other's crotch. The quick feeling subsided and they kissed tenderly. Alex kissed Tom's dimples several times. "I love your dimples." "I want to do something special to my boy. I'll send you to the seventh cloud where the rainbow is." Alex smiled because he knew his friend could make him that happy. Tom turned his boy on his back and kissed him a peck. "You can do to me whatever you like, but please don't touch yourself." He started licking and sucking his boy's ear lobes, then nibbled on his neck; Alex shrugged and started to breathe quicker as he felt his friend's tongue on his skin. Tom reached down licking the young boy's armpits. A sensation of ticklish and lust overwhelmed the young boy, increasing when Tom sucked his nipples. He could not understand why he felt so good when his friend touched those places of his body. They stick their mouths and tongues swirled inside. Desperately Alex took Tom's head as their cocks rubbed near their orgasms. Tom stopped, gave him a peck, and scooted down to his young lover's body. He missed his hard jerking cock and started sucking his toes, then his thighs that Alex spread instinctively for better access. That was too much for him; he was moaning with pleasure and his eyes closed. Then Tom rubbed inside his smooth legs and took into his mouth that beautiful pack of cock and balls, near as his, but his dick was a little bit thicker than Alex's. Only he needed a few sucks to send his young lover to the outer space. With a lovely groan, Alex raised his hips and placed his hands on Tom's head. Tom was jerking his cock off while he was sucking his Alex, so both came together. And, as he had promised, Alex saw a wonderful rainbow with many colours in the peak of his dry orgasm. Still with cracked voice, he dragged Tom to him. "I love you, Tom. That was great. I didn't know I had so many sensible places to make me feel good. Thanks." Tom grinned and kissed his friend's forehead softly. "Still there is more that you will learn every time that we make love." Alex grinned; half an hour later, they were again engage in a 69 exercise until their bodies went satisfied. They progressed, not only in sex, but also especially in maths and on other school subjects. One Friday, the teacher made an explanation on the blackboard and asked a question about the subject; Tom raised his hand. The man was not surprised, he knew about the capacity and intelligence of this boy, he needed only a good company, and he had seen both boys together. Tom gave the answer and the teacher said: "Can you explain it for all of us, Mr. Lopez?" "Yes sir." He stepped to the blackboard, took the chalk, and displayed the formula." As he went back to his seat he winked to his little lover." "I see Mr. Lopez you have substantially progressed; if you continue working like that I don't have any doubt you will be in the next grade on September." "Thank you, sir." A year had elapsed from the time of these events. Now Tom was twelve, and Alex almost eleven; they were not just friends, but best friends and lovers, though Alex respected him and never asked why he could not see him on weekends. They had continued with the same pattern of life. Tom kept in Alex's grade and now their objective was that Tom reached the first places in the classroom. Alex had grown a lot and was near as tall as Tom was, but thinner. He had lost some interest on painting because he did not see his master Robert in the park. Countless of times, he went to the park without success; he thought perhaps he had had a road accident and had passed away; that made him sad because in such a way he loved his master and had learnt a lot from him. During the previous short summer, the whole gang went to swim and, at Alex's idea, they visited some museums, especially about Nature and Sciences, however, that cost money and they had not much available, so they spent a lot of time playing soccer or basketball. Margarita's birthday was one of the best days of his short life. Tom invited them to the movies, watching a lovely picture about a prince and a princess with happy end. Alex sat between Tom and Margarita; and as soon as the lights went off he felt Margarita's hand on his. However, some time later, the movie showed the prince in action trying to rescue his princess from a dragon; in a moment that the beast attacked the prince, the scared girl could not resist the images, and in a sudden move, she hid her face against Alex's chest. Alex grinned, placed his left arm round the girl's shoulders and cuddled her against his chest; instinctively he kissed her clean hair. Margarita sighed feeling herself the happiest girl in the world. A couple of minutes later, she realised was acting as a baby, but she felt protected and good, so turned the head a little and continued watching the movie as she was; they remained united until it ended. Tom watched his sister and grinned. As usual, Tom was not available on weekends, and Alex persisted going to the park, though he knew his master would not be there. Yet, since some years back, and imitating High Park, many persons of all ages gathered near the pond to play chess on Saturdays and Sundays. He liked that, and his mom and teachers had encouraged him, though he preferred painting. Alex was with three other boys when they approached the pond; they could see pairs of children and adults playing under the large trees' shadows. He watched some of them and assumed they were not good enough for him. He saw a well-dressed man alone with the chessboard ready to start, but no one approached to play with him. Alex thought that man was on his fifties, because his hair was white, but he was not very old. He then told to the black boy that was near him: "Blocky, I'm going to play with that man." His fatty fourteen-year-old friend looked at him in puzzlement. "Are you crazy? Nobody wants to play with a communist. My uncle told me that this man is the Cultural Attach‚ in the Soviet Union Consulate." Alex had heard about the communists that they were demons and America's worst enemies. "I know what people and some teachers say, however, if they are our enemies, why that man is in New York and isn't arrested?" Blocky was not very bright, so he couldn't argue against his clever friend to whom he admired. "Well... I don't know; but if you need us we'll be over there playing basket." Blocky pointed out to a fenced square and Alex nodded. Then he went to where the man was sat on a stone bench concentrated on the chessboard. "Excuse me, sir; may I sit down near you?" The man stared at him and grinned. "Do you want to play chess?" "Why not? I'll try. My friends say I'm not bad at it." He paused as the man examined him. "By the way, my name is Alex." The boy extended his little hand to the man as he had done to Robert the first time he met him. "Glad to meet you, Alex." The man said in an Oxford English ascent. Then he turned into Russian. "My name is Petrovich. Are you Russian?" The boy did not know how to answer the man, however he felt of good education to respond in the same language, since he knew it. "No. I'm American, my father was American, and my mother came to US when she was a little girl." Now Alex looked at the man and asked him bluntly: "Are you a communist?" The man smirked. "Yes, I am; nevertheless, today I am not wearing the tail or the horns, so you are safe with me." Alex laughed loudly and some persons turned their heads. Broken the ice the man laughed, too; but not as noisy as Alex did. They started a match and after five minutes, the man cornered the boy. "Checkmate." Alex could not believe what he had watched; he had lost only in five minutes! He stared at the man. "May I have the revenge?" The man grinned and turned around the board to Alex, now he had whites. However, this time the man took ten minutes to beat the child; Alex thought he was improving. He tried a third time and the man spent near half hour to win the boy. "I thought I was good enough, but now I see I'm not." He said sadly. The man would have ruffled the boy's hair. However, he encouraged him. "You are good, Alex; better than you think; I was not as good as you are when I was your age, with an expert teacher you would be even better than I am." Alex gazed the man and grinned. "When you play, before you move, think that you are your counterpart and what you would do." "That means as to play against myself." "Yes, you must think as the evil that is in front of you with his red tail and horns." He laughed again, though this time not so aloud. "I know you have not tail or horns, but my mom says your communist Stalin killed many persons, amongst them, my great grandfather, because he helped his son to fly away to America, in spite he was an excellent painter that was helping to restore the Kremlin." The man did not answer immediately to the smart boy, but he noted that the little boy in front of him was not a common child. A sad grimace crossed his face. "I'm sorry, Alex; fortunately Stalin died some years ago and now things have changed a lot. If you were now living in the Soviet Union, you would have been into a special school for smart boys with the best chess masters of the world teaching you." "I don't want to become a chess master; what I most want is to become a good MD." The man grinned. "If you want to improve your chess abilities I'll be glad to teach you here some." "Thanks Mr. Petrovich, I take your word. Glad to have met you." Alex extended his little hand and the man shook it warmly. During that hot summer, they repeated the encounters and played chess, however, he never told his mom about these encounters since she didn't ask him. Another item was little Margarita that now was nine, near ten. He had found himself longing to kiss the little girl and accompany her from the school, he watched her closely when she was playing with her friends; she was aware of the boy's presence, and more than once she glanced at him with a beautiful smile. Alex melted and sighed when he observed her lovely dimples, nevertheless, Tom seemed not very happy when he mentioned girls. Other thing was his cock; it had grown in parallel with his body, it was long and fairly thick; always ready to get erected; especially when he was in bed and had not made out sex with Tom; so he had to jerk it off very often. Fridays were days of sport during the last two hours in the school. Tom and Alex enjoyed it as the rest of the boys; that was really fun for most of them, a relax time for those neglected beings that lived in extreme poverty conditions, nothing to do with the rest of the country, even the city. As they had agreed, played until the last minute; they had not any other intentions except to wash carefully and deeply without being disturbed. They went under the showerheads when all boys had gone. To watch each other naked was something they enjoyed and a trembling sensation went thru their bodies, let alone when they rubbed each other. They soaped one another, paying special attention to their butts. "Why do you insist in our puckers be neat and clean?" Alex asked. Tom did not want to explain that good customers wanted them clean when they put their tongues in the boy's hole; that was the difference amongst hustlers; Alfred and himself, were first class ones, because they were very clean. "I just want to be clean, that's all." He changed the subject because he did not want to give his lover the minimum clue related to his weekend activities. A special john would take the team to his cabin in the Connecticut Mountains for an overnight stay. That surely will make him sad because he did not want to be separated from Alex, his adored love. However, he had started to like that man; he was not a simple customer. They ended happily the shower, dressed, got their backpacks, and walked up home. "Today you have been great in class and I'm very proud of you." Alex said and Tom smiled. "Thanks to you, we pissed off the teacher." "You are absolutely wrong. You did it and the teacher was not pissed off. If you were watching him, you could have observed that he was even happier than you were. To give classes in the West must be vocational." Talking they entered into Alex's home; the boy started to get his clothes off and Tom stopped him. "Please forget the class for today. Let's go to eat something TGF; you are my teacher and I must pay you back. You are my guest." He accepted reluctantly. "Don't you remember what day is today?" "As far as I can remember today is May 15th, 1960. What do you mean with TGF?" Tom grinned. "Thanks God today is Friday. Today is one year we met under the school's showers." Alex grinned and sighed remembering those beautiful moments. "What would you like to eat, burger or pizza?" The younger boy approached Tom and kissed him tenderly. "Thanks Tom for all the beautiful moments we have shared together." Tom looked at those beautiful blue eyes and returned the kiss. When they were outside, Alex added, "TGF... I thought it was a new food." Alex started laughing and Tom followed him; people turned their heads watching the two happy boys. They went thru the nearby blocks to a burger shop, but Tom dragged him by the hand. "Not here, they are too dirty." Then slowed his pace and whispered on Alex's ear: "I'm not going to take my love to a nasty place on our first anniversary." The blond boy blushed. Four blocks ahead, there was another one with a canvas covering the entrance, they entered and a few minutes later took their trays with a large burger with salad between, and seven up. Tom extracted a fiver and paid the meals. Alex couldn't be more surprised, but said nothing. They ate in silence and after finishing the meal, a lovely belch came to their mouths near at the same time. They laughed happily. Finally, Tom got up and one minute later came back with two ice- cream cones. "Let's go, unless you are not satisfied." "I'm full." He looked around and pressed his friend's hand. "It is a long time I have not been so happy; I never ate a burger like this; it tasted lovely." Tom peeked on his friend and, as usual, a tremendous happiness overwhelmed him. He thought, "How anyone could not love a boy like this?" They returned home and together made Alex's home chores. They were already naked and their dicks hard; Alex pulled Tom to his bed. They kissed tenderly and Tom pushed his lover on his back. "Now I am going to show you why I like your butt clean." Without any more preliminaries they started kissing, their tongues danced into their mouths; Tom stopped the kiss and straddled the boy, and rubbing their bodies at the same time he scooted down, sucking and licking his nipples and navel. Then took his boy pack into his mouth and sucked it. Alex was in the heaven, his breathing was hard and near his orgasm. Suddenly, Tom left his dick and balls, raised the boy's white legs to his chest, and licked the crevice, then he put his tongue on the pink ass hole trying to screw it. Instinctively, Alex closed it even tighter. "Please relax." Tom tried again and this time the tip of his tongue perforated the sphincter. The sensation was so great that Alex could not stop his dry orgasm, panting hard and moaning in pleasure. He dragged Tom to him and kissed him softly. "I love you Tom. I did not know how good it felt." After a pause, he added. "You aren't done, do you? I want to do it to you." Tom grinned, that was what he has been waiting for since a long time. "You'll do it, but in a different way." Alex did not know what to say, but Tom added lovingly, "You will fuck me, not with your tongue, but with your cock." The smart boy grinned expectantly, that was even better. They traded positions and after sucking Alex's dick, he put some saliva round his hard cock; Tom raised his legs to his chest and relaxed his sphincter, Alex pushed his long tool; in the first attempt, the head was in, and in a second push, half of his cock went into his friend's guts. Alex was amazed with the warmness that he experienced round his cock, even better than when Tom took it into his mouth. "Now retrieve a little and push totally inside me." He did as instructed until his ball smashed against Tom's butt cheeks. Alex noticed how Tom squirmed when he slammed his cock into him. He stopped for a moment to recover his breath because he was near his climax again. He bent over his friend and kissed his nice dimples, now pink with the excitement. Tom kissed back his boy. "End your job, boy. I'm very hot." Alex did not wait; he started again in/out his lover; at the same time took his fist round Tom's hard cock. These two actions took Tom outside of the world, especially when his friend's dick rubbed the nice spot into him. Both came near at the same time and Alex fell on his lover's chest breathing hard; their young hearts beating at the same pulse-rate. They remained quiet and in silence in the bliss of their orgasms, each one involved in their own thoughts. Alex thought how happy and lucky he was having Tom with him. Tom thought with a little sadness that during the weekend he could not see his lover. He could have taken him to his secret basement and continue their lovemaking during hours. He was really in love with this wonderful boy. Then Alex kissed his friend as he slid to his side. "That was marvellous Tom. Thanks for teaching and feeding me. Tomorrow we can find a place to continue, since mom will be here. I would like to be the whole time with you." He appreciated some quick sadness on his friend's face. "Have I said anything inconvenient?" Tom stared tenderly at Alex, and looking into his blue eyes, he kissed him on the lips a very tender kiss. "Alex, why are you so fucking clever? You guess my thoughts." He paused. "I can't be here tomorrow until Sunday afternoon. I must go to work?" "To work? Where can a twelve years old boy works?" "Please Alex, don't ask me; it is nothing criminal, but I can't tell you. You must trust me, please." Now the shadow of sadness was clear, and Alex's heart felt pity, however, in that moment he felt his lover arms round him and kissed his face. "Let's not to spoil this wonderful moment." They went into a 69 and continued their lovemaking until their dicks were limp. CHAPTER 3 ---------------- That weekend was different for both of them; it would mark a special point in their lives. Tom went to the Plaza to meet his colleague Alfred; his friend was not there. While he was waiting for him, a john approached, he wanted to suck and fuck him; he would pay thirty greens. He rejected it arguing he was not into fucking. A few minutes later appeared the client he was waiting for. He was a well-dressed man on his thirties, driving a convertible red painted Ford. He smiled at him: "Hey Tom, where is Alfred?" "He has not come yet. He should be here long ago." The man opened the door. "Come in; we cannot wait, it is a long way." Tom grinned at the perspective of spending the whole weekend with the nice man. This man was one of the few that Tom knew well; he was the director of a large bank branch near Central Park and was not married. Tom knew the man was homosexual, however difficult to notice. The man knew him right from the moment he started hustling near two years back. He appreciated the cleanness, beauty, and sincerity of the boy; they were friends, too. Tom had secretly started to love that man; he felt very glad with him and most of the times, he would have liked Alfred was not present when they met. Deeply in his heart he did not want to share him with anybody else, even with Alfred. "I wonder why Alfred has not come. He liked this trip as much as I do." I don't mind Tom; actually I'm happy he's not here; our friendship is older and I like you a lot." Tom smiled as the man extended his right hand and rubbed the boy's thigh. Tom was wearing a khaki shorts as those used by the boy-scouts and explorers. They stopped for a late breakfast in a luxury restaurant; the waitresses stared at the lovely boy and grinned. The car roared thru the empty road, and half an hour later, they entered into a large wooden cabin. In spite of being near summer, Tom felt the chilly air of the mountains. The house was placed in a lonely spot near a little brook; pine trees surrounded the house. Tom looked around and sighed. "Thanks John for bringing me here, it is a beautiful place." "Yes it is; but nothing compared with your lovely face." The young man stared at the boy and put away a tuft of curly hair that covered his forehead, he sighed. "Tom, don't you realise that you are a very pretty boy?" Tom grinned at the man's word. "Thanks John for your kind words, but you must realise you are not a common man. It is not strange you manage that bank being so young." These words brought to his mind Alex's image. "We can stay naked if you like it; there's not any person round us in miles." In spite of being chilly, Tom took off all his clothes, his cock was near hard; the man put his arms round the boy from behind and kissed him on the cheeks. He knew Tom didn't like his tongue inside his mouth, and he respected him. Tom turned around and started undressing the man. He was hard as a rock and his medium sized cock spitting precum. Tom took his hand and dragged him into the large bedroom; he lay on the bed and the man took him in his arms starting kissing and licking his neck, nipples, and finally took his package into his mouth. Tom squirmed as his climax approached. He closed the eyes and his mind switched to his adored boy. "I would pay all the gold of the world to be with him in this place." He thought. That was enough; he reached the point of not return; he dragged the man to him in an attempt to take his mouth off his cock. The man grinned as he motioned the boy to lay on his right side; he introduced his wet cock between Tom's smooth butt cheeks and started shoving his fat cock between his lovely thighs. Tom felt the big cock-head pushing against his ball sack every thrust as the man fucked him there. Soon Tom felt the warmness of the man's thick load between his smooth thighs as he reached his dry orgasm. They remained quiet during a few minutes. "I like the feeling of your dick between my legs." "It would feel better if I could put it into your butt." Tom turned over facing the man; he caressed the well-shaved face and gave him a peck on the lips. The man opened wide his eyes shocked; that was not part of the business and he appreciated that. This had been the first time that Tom kissed him on the lips. "I don't want it in me yet; however, I promise your dick will take my virginity out, but not now." "Why, Tom? "Really I don't know; it is not that it might hurts, because I know no one will take care as you would about me; yet I am not sure." He changed the subject. "Let's have a shower; I would like to explore this lovely place." They got up and after showering, went for a long walk. The man took some sandwiches and refreshments in a portable fridge bag, and in shorts, they started their hike. They stopped and have sex whenever they wanted it until their needs were satisfied. They returned late in the afternoon when the temperature started being chilly. They lighted the fire and, after dinner, sat naked on the large sofa facing the fireplace, Tom resting his curly head on the man's lap. "What are you thinking about Tom? It seems you are engrossed in heavy thoughts." "You are my friend, John; therefore I can tell you. I wouldn't tell anybody else." The man caressed gently the boy's lovely shining hair encouraging him to continue. Tom had his large eyes fixed on the flames that shone in them like mirrors. "I am in love." He said with all the tenderness he could muster. They kept silence for a couple of minutes. "I suppose he is a boy. Alfred? He is a lovely one." Tom laughed. "Oh no! Alex is hundred times more beautiful than Alfred and me together." The man grinned; that was a typical answer from someone in love. Tom ignored the man's grin and continued. "He has the loveliest waving blond hair I've ever seen; it is like silk. He is ten, near eleven." The man was to make a question but he thought the boy would answer thru his own thoughts, so he kept in silence. "He is not only pretty, but also the smartest boy of the school. He is in my grade, so a grade ahead of his age, and still is number one. He started teaching maths to me privately at his home, and now I answer the teacher all the questions he makes to me. The teacher assured the class that I will go into the next grade if I work as up to now. Before, he had threatened me I would not. Alex could not be happier. I think he was happier than I was." "Is he into hustling, too?" "No. He is probably the poorest of all of us, and doesn't know what I do. I would like to help him, giving him money, or buying him new clothes; his are ragged and mended, almost certainly obtained from charity; but he is fucking too clever and would find out; I don't want it." The man caressed the boy face and kissed him on the hair. "You underestimate yourself, Tom. You are as great as Alex is and still you can do and reach many things, if you propose yourself to make them come true." "That's impossible, John. I'm sure am gay, and sooner or later that will be a real handicap for me." The man dragged the boy to his chest while Tom continued. "I have told him I don't like girls and he didn't mind. He told me he didn't want to share me with anybody and that he loved me, too. Most likely he will change, because he's straight, but I'm sure I will not." "No, Tom. You are wrong and it is not too late, you have just turned twelve. Think it about; we'll have time to speak about this in future visits alone to this place. Agreed?" "Yes, it is a deal. By the way John, what do I need to open a saving account in your bank?" That surprised the man. "Are you serious?" "Yes, I am. I have about thousand bucks in different hideouts and I don't want someone could find them." "Well, since you do not have a father, we would need permission from your mother." Tom responded harshly. "No. I don't want her to interfere in my business, I'm sure she would take the money away; she earns enough money with her art gallery to feed us, so she doesn't need mine. "We don't need her presence, only her signature as an authorisation; she will not be able to extract any money, unless she could demonstrate it is to cover some emergency of yours; however, in any case, you will not be able to get that money back until you are eighteen or over. We would invest it, so you'll get a fair return that would increase account and savings." "Can I put other name in case something happened to me?" "Yes. But you must take into consideration that he/she could take the money in the same instances as you would." "No, he is younger than me. I want to inscribe Alex as the second owner; so if something occurred to me he would take it." "You can go to my bank anytime and ask a young man named Carlos, he would give you all papers to set up an infantile saving account. I'll keep your saving book in my desk; so no one can gather any information related to that account. When you get the signatures, bring the papers and the money. Don't worry; I'll instruct Carlos, he is a good and efficient young man." They had sex several times during the day; the man was still young and the boy ready to start anytime. After dinner, they were lying nude on his back in front of the fire and Tom between the man's legs; his head on John's belly, and his prick near Tom's neck. The boy was caressing the man's penis while they were in silence and now it was hard. Tom smiled; suddenly, he turned around, and straddling the man's chest, he placed his arms round his neck and kissed him on the lips introducing his tongue into John's mouth. That was the first time he ever did to a man, and John was taken aback. Still they had the nice flavour of the tooth cream in their mouths. When the boy broke the kiss, the man dragged him to his chest and hugged him very tight and gently. "Why that, Tom? You never liked to kiss like that a customer." Tom separated and stared at the man on the eyes. "I don't know really; you are not a customer for me, but a real friend and I like you heaps." He paused laying his curly head on John's shoulder; then as in a whisper said in his ears: "John, let's do it tonight." The man separated him quietly, and kissed his nose. "To do what, Tom?" The boy kept quiet for some seconds. "To fuck my butt. I know you want it and I will be glad you doing it. No one had done it to me, except Alfred in business and Alex with love." The man hugged the boy again, and without releasing the hug, he said: "Haven't you realised that I might like you heaps, too?" They kept silence for some seconds. "Yes Tom, I like you heaps as you say; and the same as you would never hurt Alex I would never hurt you, and that implies pain, if not planned duly. I guess we'll have time enough; meantime if you like to do it to me, I am ready. "Not until you do it to me first; but I like a good 69 just now." They grinned and engaged in a sex session, now more as lovers than as customers. They spent the rest of that crucial weekend enjoying their company and the incoming love. On Sunday afternoon, John dropped the boy near the Park Corner, saying: "In two weeks at 9:00, in this place." Tom gave a peck to the man and jumped out the car. When he introduced his hand on his pant's back pocket, he found five green twenties. He sighed. CHAPTER 4 ----------------- That day, while John Corporate was driving up to the mountains with Tom near him, Alex got up early, as usual. He searched into his backpack and found the six paper sheets that his teacher had given him, three din A3 and three din A4. He wanted to spend the day drawing using the tools that Tom gave him. He needed a folder to keep the large sheets; he descended to Mr. Korlowsky's grocery and took an empty carton box; with scissors, he made two taps and with some narrow strap, he made the folder. He opened the wallet and looked for an objective to paint; the white sheets were not the appropriate material but it would do, he thought. He saw a kitten on his windowsill that was licking and cleaning its paws while enjoying the warm sun of the early morning. The animal knew him so it ignored the boy. Alex started and was amazed himself how the figure was being conveyed to the sheet as a living creature, fixing shadows and contrasts. Two hours later, his mom approached to see her son's work. "Alexei, it is marvellous, the kitten looks alive." He grinned, as his mom hugged him from behind. "You are as good as your great grandfather was. He formed part of the team that restored the Kremlin in Moscow; they chose only the best painters of the Soviet Union to do that job." "I didn't know we had had a painter in the family." "Yes, we had; but those were another far and happier times." She left to care about the house. Alex knew the story about his ancestor but liked to hear it again from his mother. Alex did not go out; he painted a pot with some red flowers that his mom had in the windowsill near where the cat was; she cared that pot tenderly. He did that using colour pencils that Tom had also bought for him; but he liked more the black and white carbon where he could use the stumps for blurring. Robert, his master, came into his mind and he sighed with sadness. "What has happened to him? Where is he? I did not annoy him as mom says. I am not a pester. Probably he had an accident and is dead or in the hospital." All these thoughts came to him as he started making the sketch of his master as he remembered him. He spent the rest of the day squeezing his mind to remember all details about him and translating them on the paper. After a recess at midday, he resumed his task. It was near dark when he finished his artwork. He was not fully satisfied but he thought he would not show it to anybody, so did not matter if it was good or not. On Sunday, as usual, he accompanied his mom to the Church; when the service was over he dragged his mom to the Park; he had lost the hope to see his master again, however he did not give up so easily, or "perhaps I'm really a pester." Those were the young boy thoughts. There was a pond on the east side of the park, not far from his home, with many swans and ducks lazily going from one side to the other whilst children throw them food. Alexandra liked that place; still she was young and had remembrances of her early childhood in the Soviet Union. The park was the pride of all West inhabitants; probably the streets would be dirty and not well cared, but the park was a jewel for all of them, a sacred spot, even the teenager gangs met there to discuss and solve their differences, never to fight, no matter what was their skin colour, race, or origin. "Let's go to the Swan Lake." The boy, a little serious, looked at his mother. "Mom that is a piece of lovely music from our old country, but this is only a pond." She liked her son's rectification, especially as he did it in Russian and not in English. That was the common language they used when were alone. Everybody called him Alex; however, his mother used Alexei, short name of Alexander in Russia. Suddenly the boy stopped, his heart accelerated as he spotted the painter under one of the big trees. He left his mother and ran to where the man was, this time using oil painting. He yelled: "Robert, Master! Master!" Robert heard the child's voice as Alex ran to him and hugged the man, wrapping his little arms round his waist. The man left the paint and caressed the blond boy's hair; some persons turned their heads grinning before that explosion of affection. "You are alive, you are not dead! Oh Master I have missed you a lot; I thought you didn't come because I was a pester!" The man separated the boy tenderly. "As you can see still I am alive and nothing has happened to me. Yes, it is some time, a year I haven't seen you; the weather, the hard work, and a forced trip to abroad. but now I am here again." "Didn't you miss me?" The boy said innocently. The man was to answer but stopped because he did not know what to say, and he might hurt the boy. Certainly, he had had in his mind many times that angel face, especially when he was in the operation theatre treating a child. The boy without expecting any answer continued, as his mother approached. "I have good news and I want to share them with you." Alexandra greeted the man not knowing what to do. Then Robert said: "Alex, I am going to demonstrate that I did not forget you. I have a little present for you." "Thank you; but first I'll show you my news." He started running and soon disappeared amongst the trees. They sat near a little refreshment shop and the man invited Alexandra to a cold drink. "Your son is a great boy. I didn't recognize him before he hugged me; he has grown a lot during the last year. He's quickly becoming into a handsome little man." "Yes. He is more than great, he is marvellous. You can't imagine at what extent. I don't know how I gave life to this smart a beautiful boy. He takes care of me more than I do of him. He will be eleven on October and is number one in 6th school grade. "If I am not wrong, he should be in grade five. How happen..." "The school board promoted him and they were not wrong; yet he lives with boys between twelve and fourteen y/o; difficult for a little boy; but he manages. He has paired with another boy of twelve who is intelligent but I suppose indolent. During the past year, he started teaching him maths at home and the boy has progressed quickly; he made a present to him and that is what he's going to show you, I guess. "Sorry if I am a little bit rude, but I see that his father and you do not spend much on this little creature, as he deserves." Alexandra near interrupted him. "His father? He deserted us before he was born, when he knew I had a congenital heart disease. He expected me to be a breed-woman and to bring many children. He was reported dead when Alex was three. Due to my sicknesses, I can't be promoted in my work. To be honest, they have me there for charity. Alex doesn't know anything regarding his father, except that he is dead." She paused and the man seemed to think. "Sorry Mrs. Lortonoff, I think I had formed myself an opinion beforehand without any foundation and consideration to you." In that moment Alex arrived excited, his cheeks beaming red with the folder containing the sketches and the wallet. Gasping to recover his breathing, he showed it proudly to the man. The boy displayed the wallet with all pencils. "Alex, this is near as mine; it is fantastic, your friend knows you well." Alex flushed with the man's words recalling his evenings with his adored lover. "Have you used it?" "Well... I didn't have appropriated paper, but yesterday I spent the whole day working on these sketches, it was great, Master." He opened the folder and the man grinned seeing how the boy had managed to keep the sketches safe. He took the first one with the kitten and studied it carefully, he frowned his forehead. "Did you do it alone, Alex?" "Yes, I did. It is not good enough, but next time I'll improve it." "Alex, it is marvellous! I don't think you can improve it. Who taught you to do this?" Without any hesitation, the boy responded with pride: "You did it, Master. I painted only what I saw; you gave me the ideas." The man was astonished. How a boy of ten could answer and make a sketch like this? He thought as he took the second one in colour. It was good but not as the previous one, since the boy lacked the technical abilities to mix the colours, besides near impossible with pencils. "It is good Alex, but to mix colours you must go to a special school and use different tools, not pencils." "I knew it, Master, but I was anxious to make something in colour." Then the man took the third sketch. He examined it carefully; he had to make a great effort to contain his tears as the image of his son came into his mind when he was near Alex's age. He saw himself trying to teach his son, and he despising what his father was trying to inculcate him. Then Robert dragged Alex to him and hugged him very tight. "Alex, may I take this with me to show it to my wife?" Alex smiled and sighed. "They are not good enough Master; but you can take all of them, if you want them." The man stood. "I have something for you. I'll come back in a minute." The boy could not be happier looking radiant to his mother, while the man walked up to his car. A few minutes later, Robert came back with two parcels. "This is a block of sheets appropriated to paint with carbon." The boy took the large block into his trembling hands. "Is... is... it for me?" "Yes. It is for you, colleague." The boy smiled and hugged the man." Now my second present depends on your mom." Alexandra looked at the man with perplexity. "Next weekend, my wife and I are going to put some order on a cabin we have in the Connecticut's countryside; it used to be a farm-house, and I would like you to accompany us. There are beautiful landscapes and mountains. You don't need to carry with you anything; we have all we need in there." The boy was astounded; he could not believe what he was hearing. He had never been outside the city, much less in Connecticut. He looked at his mom with a pleading stare. "I'm not a painter and I need to rest, so I can't go; but Alex can accompany you and your wife, if you agree." Alex was confused; he did not want to leave his mother alone, but that was very exciting and new for him. "What do you think, Alex? The man asked. "Yes, I'll go with you." The man smiled. "In that case, next Saturday morning at 8:30 I'll pick you up at the Park Corner." Then addressing to Alexandra he added. "To close the deal I invite you now to have a good lunch; I suppose this young lad is by now hungry." Alex grinned; he had never been in a restaurant before, except in the hamburger with Tom. The three entered in a nice establishment attended by waiters; he did not know what to say, he was only staring to everything as new. In a moment that his mother went to the toilets, the boy extended his little hand and placed it on top of Robert's arm, pressing it. "Thank you." The man grinned and ruffled the boy's hair. "You are welcome, little caballero." Robert answered tenderly. They finished their lunch and said goodbye until next Saturday. Alex would have hugged his master, but his mom was there and he thought perhaps it was not correct; however, in his heart, he wanted to do it, and the man knew it. Robert arrived home in New Jersey, and after some minutes his wife Julia entered. He explained all about the boy and showed her the sketches he had made. She looked at them and sighed. "He's all we expected from our son and we never had." She stared at her husband, placed her arms round his neck and kissed him tenderly. "Be careful Robert Leigh, your heart is anxious to love a little being like this, but after all, he is a stranger for us." "You are right, but I would have liked you had seen him in the park and later in the restaurant; he expressed with his eyes what he wanted without any word. I saw it, but his mother was in another world. Next Saturday you will see by yourself what I mean, since I have invited the boy to come with us to the farm." Alex and his mother returned home; he was anxious to open the parcel that his master had given to him. He tore out the paper wrapping it and opened the box. He could not believe what his eyes were watching. A pair of blue jeans with straps to hang from the shoulders, so it did not need any belt, and a breastplate to cover his chest; it had large round pockets, too. A blue and white squared flannel shirt. In addition, a pair of real rough leather boots and wool socks. "I should have hugged him in spite mom was present." He thought. He had never possessed such garments, especially the boots. No one would dare to fight him in the school; but no, they are to walk in the countryside. All these were the little boy's thoughts. "Mom, mom, look at these! Real leather boots, neither Tom wears something similar!" In those moments he would have liked Tom had been there; his mom stared at him quizzically, she was not sharing his happiness. She was sure that Robert and Tom would hug him telling how great those boots were, but she was absent. He folded carefully the clothes and put everything into the box. "I would like tomorrow be a rough winter day to wear all these items to show them to Tom." He sat near the window and took the large block of sheets, extracted some carbon pencils and started to draw. Tom's lovely features came into his mind and transmitted to his hand; his large eyes; those beautiful dimples; and especially that wonderful smile he had when he was happy! He sighed. It was diner-time when he finished his friend's portrait. He did not want to show to his mom that had gone to exchange gossips with the old neighbour. He did not like that lady; she was always watching where he was going and to whom he spoke to tell his mom. He was polite with her, but nothing else. One day he heard how the witch was advising his mom to get married, and give him a father. "I don't miss any father and now less than ever before; I have friends." The boy thought. He got naked and went under the bed quilt in his small room. He felt the lovely sensation of his body against the clean sheets; his pecker started to get hard and to his mind came the sweet moments with Tom. He started rubbing his dick up/down and amused he saw a drop of clear precum at the tip of his swollen dickhead. He smeared it over the head and started masturbating; some minutes later that fantastic feeling approached; he closed his eyes and inexplicably, the image of little Margarita with her plaits came to him seconds before the wonderful rainbow of colours hit him. "Why was that?" He thought with a sweet sensation as he recovered his breath. A few minutes later, he was fast asleep. Next morning when he was ready for school, he thought about his friend's portrait. He decided to keep it in the large folder that his master had brought with the block of sheets and had replaced his handmade one. Happily, he went out and seconds after he stepped outside, he met Tom's beaming and lovely face. Both at the same time said: "I have great news..." They stopped and started laughing for the coincidence. "What's that great news?" Tom asked. "You first." "No. You first; I'm older, therefore you must obey me." He looked at his friend tenderly. "I have missed you a lot Tom." "Me too. When I was there I thought how great would have been you were with me." Suddenly he realised he had started. "You fucking clever got me started. Now is your turn." "Let's leave it for tonight after the class; we have a lot of time and I want to show you something." The day went by uneventful. Yet Tom showed a more high preference for Alex than for his old friends. Together they came back home, got naked and started the housekeeping. Tom had started to like maths and he had progressed rapidly, so Alex thought it was a good idea to revise the rest of matters; however, they had fixed a time and that was completed. Tom put his books and notebook into his backpack and before Alex could react, he hugged and kissed him from behind. "Alex, let's go to the bed, I'm very hot." Tom dragged Alex from the hand as he lay on his back on the bed, and Alex on top of him. Their mouths joined in a long and wet kiss that lasted a few minutes; then Tom turned Alex over and under him and started sucking and licking his nipples. That was something Alex loved more. Again, they locked their mouths in an eternal wet kiss as their dicks started leaking precum and their crotches grinding in the ecstasy of an approaching orgasm. It came and both groaned in the peak of their pleasure. Tom slid to his side facing his boy, still breathing hard. When he recovered his breath, began gently kissing his lovely boy everywhere. "I love you Alex. I wonder how I'll manage without watching and touching you." Tom realised he had committed a terrible mistake; his heart had spoken instead of his mind; he added immediately, "I mean how I'd manage." He knew Alex was too smart and sooner or later, he would have to say the truth about what he was planning into his mind. Nevertheless, there was not anything yet. A shadow went into Alex's heart; however, he did as he had not heard anything. "I love you, too, Tom. My heart will break and bleed the day we separate, and I am sure that day will come." With that, they were even. They hugged and kissed again. "I guess that day is still far away; so let's enjoy the present." That rubbed from their young minds that strange sensation, but both knew in their hearts that this event was not too far. Tom nibbled his friend's tummy, and then licked his buttonhole; he did a couple of sucks to Alex's pole and raised his legs to the boy's chest. Tom separated the younger boy butt cheeks and tried to screw his clean butt hole. The tip of his tongue went inside and Alex screamed in pleasure, but then Tom went into a 69 and Alex took his friend's cock eagerly into his mouth. Some minutes later, they reached the point of not return, kissing and caressing each other. They spent a few more minutes on the bed enjoying in the bliss of their orgasms. "Now, please, tell me that great news." Alex jumped from the bed, his long cock gliding with saliva and precum as his rounded beautiful butt cheeks wiggled. Tom sighed. "Please, close your eyes and don't move until I come back." Alex disappeared and a couple of minutes later he returned dressed as a countryside boy; his cheeks beaming with happiness. After some seconds, he ordered: "Please open them." When Tom opened the eyes, he felt amused to see his friend dressed as a farmer, but immediately he knew that was only the beginning of something he had feared. "Wow boy! Where did you get those clothes? With those boots you'll be able to kick most of us." Then Tom left the bed and took off his friend's flannel shirt, introducing his hands thru both sides of the pants until he reached his cock and butt cheeks. "That is a good idea to feel you there." Alex grinned satisfied and put the large block of sheets on the bed. He took off his boots and jeans and folded them neatly on a chair. Then he sat down on the bed near his friend and explained in detail all what had happened to him on Sunday. They kept silence as digesting what he had said. "I would have liked to have you with me when we went to that nice restaurant. All waiters were watching us." Tom kissed his friend a peck on the lips. "No, Alex. They were watching you, my precious lover, not your mom, or your Master." He paused and then added, "I guess your master is a good man; I can tell you there aren't many like him." Alex could not understand his friend's words, so he extended his hand and reached the large block of sheets. "I hope you don't laugh at it." He put apart the cover and showed his friend his portrait. Tom opened wide his lovely eyes and looked fixedly at the sketch. He did not know what to say. "Am I like this boy? Am I so handsome?" "Even more. I wish I had the talent to show your real beauty, Tom." Tom put aside the large sheet and with all tenderness he could muster, he kissed his boy on the lips a kiss of real love. Two tears dribbled down his cheeks as he savoured his boy mouth. "I love you Alex; I don't think I'll love anyone as I love you." Then he jumped out from the bed and rummaged into his backpack. He found what he was looking for, a tube of KY. In silence, he smeared some on his butt hole: "Please Alex, fuck me; I want you inside me; believe me, I don't know why, but I want it more than any thing." He went on his back and raised his legs to his chest. Alex got hard immediately and inserted easily his long tool into his lover's hole. They did not say any word while Alex slammed the older boy for a few minutes. Soon only gasps and moans were heard as the old bed creaked. They screamed as their mutual dry orgasms hit their young bodies. Again, on the peak of his rainbow, Alex saw the image of the little Margarita. He fell on top of his lover breathing hard, yet he didn't say anything to his friend. A few minutes later, Alex's cock went flaccid and came out from his friend's butt. Tom kissed him tenderly and Alex slid to his right side. "Well, I suppose it is my turn about the news." Alex smiled and kissed Tom a peck. "On Saturday a friend of mine took me to Connecticut's Mountains. I have never been in a place like that. We were miles away from any person, surrounded by large trees; there was a small stream not far from the house. We could swim but the water was terrible cold, even during the first hours we had to wear long jeans." He paused and Alex said: "Probably that's the cause my master bought me long jeans and woollen socks. He said the farm is on a valley, not in the mountains." "Well, we were not right in the mountains, but near them. We remained naked the whole time into the house; and after lunch, we had a hike. We started naked and joking, but as we climbed we had to wear clothes." "Weren't you hard being naked?" "Yes, but we had sex whenever we wanted. Those were the moments I missed you more. It was a beautiful lonely place to be with you like we are now." Tom sighed. "Was him pretty, Tom?" Alex asked with a hint of jealousy. Tom guessed his little lover's thoughts. He then kissed him a quick peck on the lips. "Well, not exactly pretty but handsome; there is no one in the world like you Alex, at least for me." Alex smirked and sighed as Tom continued. "His father is the manager of a bank and he can drive. He's sixteen and had a large cock." He paused in his partial lie. "I knew him during a soccer match, some moths ago; he was the referee." "How happen you had sex with him?" "Well, he's gay and likes boys. On Saturday morning, my friends and I went to High Park and as he saw me, we started chatting. He proposed me to go to the mountains where he has a great cabin. I phoned mom and she accepted. That's all. He is a good boy." Now Tom was thinking on John Corporate. "When he dropped me, I found in my pocket fifty dollars that he had introduced there." "Wow! That's fantastic! You enjoyed and besides he gave you money." The smart boy thought for a moment that perhaps there was something else. He again felt a sting of jealous when he continued. "Did he fuck you, Tom?" "Well, to be honest, I think he invited me with that intention, but I rejected it. I told him I was too young and he had a large cock, almost eight inches and very fat. Surely, that would have hurt me. Besides, I told him I had a little lover to whom I adored and I was not ready to betray him." That melted Alex that thought for some seconds perhaps was not true; but he felt good and sighed. His cock was again hard. "Thanks Tom, but we are lovers because I love you, too; I am ready you fuck my butt anytime; after all, we are best friends, and friends must help each other." Tom attracted the little blond boy and kissed him long and wet. He then changed the subject. He did not want to speak about this subject. "Alex, I have decided to open a saving account in my friend's bank. He told me what I need to do. I have some little money hidden and I want to put it safe, just in case." "Just in case of what?" "I don't know, just in case something could happen to me; like a road accident, for example." "But in that case, if nobody knows that you have that money, it will be lost." "That's the point. I have thought to put your name as my second counterpart; this means, if something happened to me, you would be the owner; so you would look for my heir to give it to him or her." "And why don't you state your heir's name instead of mine?" "Because I don't know him or her right now. I don't want to trust on anybody else." Alex blushed happily staring at his friend's beautiful eyes. "I love you Tom, and I don't mind at all whether you are gay or not. I don't think you are, but if you have assumed it, I guess you have your own reasons to think like that." They paused for some seconds each one engrossed on their thoughts. Alex then continued. "You have just turned twelve, I suppose you will need your mom's consent to open that account." "That's a good point and I have thought how to sort it out. I had planned both of us going to the bank for the papers next Saturday, but your trip had changed everything. Tomorrow we won't have our daily class. As soon as we finish school, I will rash to the bank; then get my mom's signature; she reads scarcely anything because she need to wear glasses. I'll present the paper as something from the school. She knows about our classes and the report from our teachers. The only problem would be if Brenda sees the papers. My sweet little Margarita would say nothing. I always compare her with you; I love her with all my heart." Tom said these last words almost as a pray. "Why don't you put Margarita as your heir?" "Because she is too good and honest; mom would convince her and would extract until the last dime. Brenda is a little witch and wouldn't need it. I'm sure she will manage to convince an old and rich man to marry her, because she is very pretty. Definitely, we will proceed as planned, unless you think otherwise." Alex grinned. "Yes, but what I'm thinking now is that you should continue teaching me how to give a good blowjob to you and to a girl, as you say, just in case." They laughed and as they were on the bed, Tom, the expert, taught his lover what and how to do it; mostly in his own benefit. CHAPTER 5 ---------------- As usual, on Tuesday, they went together to the school; the day went uneventful except that Tom reached a further step at their teachers' opinion. This time was not on maths, but in Geography; he raised his hand and answered the question. Tom winked to his little lover because the previous night they had been working on that subject. As soon as the bell rang, Tom rushed out, and soon he was out of sight. Alex walked home with the rest of the gang appearing as if he was surprised of Tom's run. A few minutes later Margarita approached him and took her boy's hand on hers. They considered her as a little girl though she was only nine months younger than Alex was. He had not paid much attention to her lately. He did not mind that she took his hand; however when their hands clenched, a wave of warmness and happiness invaded his body and mind, ending in his pecker that started to get rigid. He thought in those moments when the nice feeling arrived being with Tom; and when he saw her white thighs jumping over the rope. He slowed the pace of his walking as they started talking about childish things of the school and friends. She was a copy of her brother, except she had lank brown hair to her shoulders, combed normally in two plaits with red laces at the end. He liked her a lot. They reached his house before he could realise it. "I like you, Margarita. You are very pretty." She sighed as Alex kissed her cheek, breaking the enchantment. She had felt very happy giving her hand to the prettiest boy of the school; she touched her cheek where Alex had kissed her. She would never tell anyone the cheerfulness she had felt; however, the following day she would brag with her pals during the breaks about Alex had accompanied her, even arguing he was her boyfriend. He arrived home and immediately got naked, folded neatly his school clothes and started making his home chores. He finished and took his backpack beginning to prepare his school works for the following day. He was near finished when he heard someone knocking on the door. He caught the new jeans and quickly wore them without anything underneath. He opened the door and was surprised to see Brenda standing there. He was astonished; Brenda was a seductive and pretty girl, nothing to do with the sweetness of her sister Margarita. He did not like her, though he always was polite with his formerly school pal. "Aren't you going to invite me to enter?" "Oh sorry, come in." She looked at him and grinned as the boy closed the door. "I have seen the sketch you made of Tom and I would like you to make me one." Alex turned to fetch his things; he did not want to appear as he was discriminating the girl. Then Brenda, from behind, introduced her arms thru the baggy jeans; grabbed Alex's near hard cock with a hand and his balls with the other. "But I want you to paint me with this pencil." She gripped the jeans' straps to the sides; in seconds, the garment dropped to the floor and Alex stepped out of them showing his hardening cock. He quickly spun and kissed her lips. She did not expect that quick reaction. "Let's go to the bed." Brenda said. She took her blouse away showing her little breasts that had started recently to spring and Alex helped her to yank down her skirt and panties. Soon he was on top of her; she guided his long boy cock and it entered into that marvellous warm cave. He started practising what Tom had taught him; however, where was the hardness, the seal that makes a girl virgin? He put aside his thoughts and started fucking Brenda. She turned over so she was now on top of him. Alex closed the yes as he was experiencing the most fantastic moment of his short life. His mind drifted to a different image, on top on him now was the sweet Margarita. He smiled as Brenda fucked herself, now near her orgasm. She near screamed as she reached the peak of her climax. That broke again the enchantment and Alex, too, went to the outer space. She fell on top of the boy still breathing hard. When they recovered, she commented grinning: "You draw very well. If I had known it before... You have an excellent pencil, better than..." She stopped and they laughed. She fucked well, but did not realise that the boy near her was a smart one. Alex immediately knew why his dick had not found any resistance entering her; she was not a virgin at all. She had fucked before, though he did not mind. "I will demonstrate you how I can make a good sketch." She grinned about the boy's bragging. He went of top of her and started nibbling her ear lobes, then scooted down and licked her neck; the boy's dick was now leaking precum and grinding her pussy. She moaned wanting him inside her, but he disappointed the girl when he continued down licking and sucking her little nipples that got hard immediately. Alex tried to screw her navel with his tongue, and finally spread her legs. She thought the great moment had arrived, but instead of his dick, Alex introduced his tongue, but only the tip touching her clitoris. She was breathing hard and excited. "Fuck me bastard, fuck me! She near screamed with uncontrolled will. However, Alex did not hear anything; he then took in his lips the little clit and sucked it. She raised her hips and pushed Alex's head against her pussy; she was mad and out of control. Alex grinned satisfied as everything was happening as Tom has told him. Next step was to fuck her with his penis; he entered her deeply and hard. Their mouths should join in a wet and passionate kiss, but Alex did not like Brenda's mouth; she was not as clean as her brother was, so he remained on top of her, his long dick going up and down into her. A yell marked the point of not return and both reached their climaxes near at the same time. Still panting Alex slid to his side. When they recovered, Alex said: "Did you like the sketch and the pencil?" She smiled and gave him a peck on his cheek. "You have had a good master. Who taught you to paint like this?" Alex thought not to disclose his master, nevertheless, he had the feeling she had not a good opinion about her brother. "Tom did." She looked amazed as if someone had struck her head. "My brother? You are mad if you think I'll believe you." "You may or may not believe me, but that's the truth. I taught him maths and he taught me sex." "That's impossible because he's fucking gay and doesn't like to fuck girls as you do. Besides, he's not my brother, we are half-brothers; Margarita is, but not I." Alex did not want to argue. Certainly, they were different, but he knew positively the girl fantasised and, unlike Tom or Margarita, she was a real liar. "I don't mind if he's gay or not, besides it is too soon. The teacher said that until we reach full puberty, round fifteen or sixteen, the sex personality is not fully determined." "He's more than determined, I can tell you; the same as myself, I like to fuck boys and probably within a few years men." She paused. She had not liked the support that Alex gave to her brother Tom, so she got up and dressed while Alex watched her. "You are a good boy and better painter, Alex; don't mix yourself with queers like my half-brother." Alex was to argue but she stood and left. He grinned as he murmured. "You fuck dirty little whore!" He went to the bathroom and had a quick shower to get rid of Brenda's stench. The following morning Tom was waiting for him outside; he had a brown envelope in his hand; then put it into Alex's backpack. "These are the bank papers; I don't want the witch of Brenda to see them; sometimes she comes around while we are in the break and look into my backpack. I don't know what she expects to find in it. Timothy told me he caught her searching my things." Then Alex told him all about her visit the previous evening while he was at the bank. "I told you she is a fucking witch; and now you understand why I don't want to put her as my heir. She is a copy of my mom, but prettier and cleverer. This evening after class, we'll fill up the papers; Brenda surely will not be there tomorrow when my mother comes from work. On Wednesday after school, she goes to pay a visit to a friend of her; perhaps to fuck her brother, a thirteen-years-old red-haired boy." They laughed. School was like everyday, but Tom asked their math teacher to write a simple note in order he could give it to his mother about the improvements he had made. Gladly the teacher did it. When the bell rang, announcing the end of the day, they rushed out; little Margarita ran to hang from her "boyfriend's hand" Tom looked at her; he loved his little sister but he wanted to talk to Alex about their project. "Margarita, don't be a pester and go with your friends." She bent her head, tears trying to come out and tried to detach from her "boyfriend's" hand. Alex stared at Tom and he nodded with a sigh. "Please stay with us, Margarita. I like you and you are not any pester, at least for me." She stared at him, her eyes sparking with joy; and Alex could see the blur on her large and black eyes. They entered into Alex's home and Margarita continued to theirs. As usual, they made their chores and Alex taught Tom about differences he did not appreciate in some parts of maths. They were excited about the papers, even being naked and together, the horny boys did not think about sex. Tom extracted a large sheet from the envelope and Alex read it. "We must fill only these lines with your name, address, zip code and the name of your mom. Then my name; the rest of blank spaces must be filled by the Bank. Take my pen and do it with block letters." "But what about the address? Banks send usually papers to their clients as publicity and information; my mom would start questioning why I receive it if I don't write even letters to anybody." "Don't worry. It isn't illegal to lie about the address. What about if you fix your address at "27, Wall Street, New York?" They boys started laughing as Tom made mocks as being a businessman. They finished, and the following day, Wednesday, Tom took the papers and when he was sure that Brenda was not there, he showed the report from the school to his mother; she made him to read it; satisfied she signed the "acknowledgement." As soon as he had it, he flew to Alex's home. He showed it to him. "Did you have any problem?" "Nil. I explained her. She saw your name on it and that was signal of guarantee to her." They laughed. "I'll take them on Saturday morning with the money, so you must keep them here." "But I'm leaving at 8:30 with my master, and my mom shouldn't know anything about this." "No problem. I'll come before you leave. I can't keep it at home risking the witch may find the envelope." "Everyday you surprise me more, Tom. You are bright near all the time, getting quick solutions; there's not any difficult matter for you." Tom looked his adored boy and hugged him tenderly. "You inspire me, my beautiful blond. This weekend will be a long one knowing that you are with someone not me, wearing those jeans." Their mouths joined in a tender kiss. Alex dragged his lover to the bed and they made real love without any limitation until they were exhausted. Both boys, for different reasons, were excited that morning. At 8:00, Tom came and Alex was already dressed with the new jeans; he looked terribly beautiful, and in a moment that his mother was not present, Tom hugged and kissed him a long wet kiss. "I love you." Then he left. His young heart beating into his chest, he went to the basement and searched for the money in three different hideouts; he counted it, 900 dollars, plus a few coins he had in his pocket. He took the sub and stay away from anyone, just in case. The train speeded stopping from time to time until it reached High Park. Two blocks ahead, he saw the big building that he knew so well. He entered into the large hall and looked at the big clock now marking near 10:00 am. He thought in Alex that in those moments probably was as excited as himself, travelling to the countryside. He sighed. Then he spotted Carlos; however, as he neared him, a fat woman towing a little boy stopped him; kindly the young man attended her, motioning Tom to sit on the large leather couches. A few minutes later, Carlos touched his shoulder. "Sorry, I couldn't say no to the barrel." They laughed gladly. Have you brought everything?" Tom gave him the envelope and quickly he examined the papers. Tom was to extract the money, but Carlos stopped him. "Not yet. Please come with me." He followed Carlos to his desk; he filled some details on the papers and laughed. "You are a great businessman living in the Wall." He put some other papers on a typewriter and filled them; "Please sign this paper." Tom did and then Carlos placed the whole set of papers under a machine and punched it. "Let's go to see Mr. Corporate." Tom was to take one of the general lifts, but Carlos dragged him from the arm to a little corner and took a small private lift. "You are a special customer." They smiled and while they were moving up, Tom asked: "How long are you working in the bank?" "Since I ended my school, eleven years ago. Mr. Corporate wanted me to go to the University, but I preferred to work; however, I continued attending to a special night school after the daily working hours, to continue my training." Tom felt that Carlos had a strange and proud attitude; was he gay as he felt himself? Carlos guessed his thoughts. "I am happy married and have twins; two beautiful one-year-old boy babies. I love them very much." The lift stopped and automatically opened. They entered into a large carpeted space; a middle-aged woman was sat behind a desk, she smiled at the boy and greeted Carlos. "Please, sit there; Mr. Corporate has a visit, but it is due to end in ten minutes." She then looking at Carlos said. "He had fifteen minutes before his next visit arrives." The message was, "be quick, he is much occupied." They sat and Tom shot his next crucial question: "How long do you know Mr. Corporate?" "From the time I was ten y/o. I was an orphan mostly living in the streets. I will never thank God enough for meeting him that day. He took me away from the streets, gave me a good foster home, and placed me into the best school of New Jersey. He was not the Manager that is today. I loved and still love him with all my heart. I would give my life for him if necessary. He had been like the father and mother I never knew. He adores sincerity and hate liars." The lady called them as John showed up. "Come in." It was a large room with windows looking to the harbour. A large desk, and on one side a large wooden table with six leather chairs. Everything looked expensive and comfortable. Carlos extracted the papers plus a little brown book, like a passport. He then left leaving the door ajar. "Do you have the money, Tom?" Tom introduced his hand and extracted the green bank notes. "Yes, 900 dollars." John grinned. He took his own wallet and extracted a new $100 note. "Let's make it $1,000." He put all together and called his secretary. "Mrs. Lock, please, go to the Cashier and credit this money into this infant saving account." She took the saving book and the money, counted it and left, closing the door behind. Tom then looked into John's eyes for a few seconds and jumped onto his lap. He placed his boy arms round his neck and kissed the man lovingly. It was not a sex kiss but pure love one. Tom was aware of the time, though he would have liked to remain there for the whole morning. "I love you heaps, John." The man attracted the boy to his chest and hugged him tenderly. "I love you, too, my precious eyes." He kissed the boy's cheek. Tom wiped out two tears and sat on the armchair; those were tears of joy. "I'll see you next Saturday at 9:00 in your park corner." The man knew what was crossing thru the boy's mind. Mrs. Lock entered and delivered the little book to her boss, now it could be seen 1,000$ as capital. "This is yours." He extended his hand to the boy, however he did not move. "You better keep it; I will not need that during the next seven years." "Carlos will teach you how to see what you have in your account. He has a little present for you from the bank." Before Mrs. Lock called, Tom kissed the man's cheek, murmuring in his ears. "I love you." He got up and left. Carlos instructed him how he and Alex could consult his account. He gave him a tracksuit and a pair of boots as a new young customer of the bank. He took the sub and after a few minutes, he was in the Plaza meeting his sex-business colleague. Alfred greeted him. "Sorry Tom I failed you last Saturday; but I got a fucking cold in the school. Now, we are ready; a client is waiting for us. Come on! "I need to score; otherwise I will come back home walking." They laughed as they boarded the car that would take them to enjoy a new sex session with one of their fix good customers. CHAPTER 6 ----------------- Alex almost could not sleep that night; he would know the countryside. He had never been away from the large city, the maximum the Isle of Ellis where the school took the class and their parents last year as a history class. He was impressed where the authorities had retained his grand father and his mother for some days during the Stalin purges. He remembered clearly his mom explaining all details in Russian. At 8:45 am, he was awaiting the appearance of his master's old Ford; however, a large off-road car sounded its klaxon calling their attention. He saw his master and a middle-aged lovely woman descending from the car; he was so excited that ran to meet the man forgetting his mom that walked up to the car behind him. He wrapped his arms round the man's waist in a quick hug. "What about me, little genius?" Alex blushed deeply, as he realised what he had done. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Leigh." Alex saw in the woman's green eyes love and understanding; as a person used to deal with children. Before she offered her hand, the boy on his tiptoes kissed her cheek. She was not as tall as his master was. Robert introduced his wife to Alex's mother who did not know what to do, so she extended her hand and grinned. "Well, let's go; still there's a long way to go." Alex jumped into the back seat and the car started as the boy waved to his mother. He heard his mom telling him to be a good boy. He smiled. "I am not a stupid baby," he thought. "You will like the trip, Alexander; it is a beautiful place." "Sure I will; I have never been out of town. Please call me Alex, as my master does, it is shorter, and I like it; mom always call me Alexei or Alexander." "In that case, let's make a deal, you call me Julia, and I'll call you Alex." "Okay Mrs... Julia." He extended his hand thru the seat and took Julia's in his. It was a strange sensation as if he had shaken that hand before. The man driving was excited with the conversation between the boy and his wife. They had connected immediately. Julia was a good woman and used to deal with young children in the luxury hospital where both worked as MD surgeons. The boy asked repeatedly about every building, factory etc. that they were crossing thru. Some miles away from the large city, they stopped to refill the car's tank with gas and have some breakfast. "Did you have breakfast, Alex? The woman asked. The boy blushed because he was hungry all the time; however, that morning he only had a glass of milk. "I took a glass of milk just before we left home." Robert entered into the parking lot, parked the vehicle and they went into the restaurant. A young waitress approached and looked at Alex's bright blue eyes. "You are very handsome young lad; I think that your father must be very proud about having such a son; am I right sir? Robert was to answer that the boy was not his son, but that would have extended the conversation with that talkative young woman, and he was hungry. "You are right, young lady. Well, what are we going to have, Julia, as usual?" "Yes please." "Son, what about you, Alex? As usual, too?" "Yes please." Alex did not know what "as usual" meant, but he thought whatever was must be good. "Please, for my wife, toasts, and one boiled egg. My son will have an orange juice, some corn flakes, scramble eggs and bacon, crispy bacon. The same for me, except that I will not take any cereal, but coffee." Alex could not speak; how his master knew he liked crispy bacon and scramble eggs? He had never spoken about that to him. The man guessed the boy's thoughts; he patted him on his back. "Don't worry son, you will like it." They smirked amused. Alex liked the word son in a man's sound. Alex opened wide his lovely eyes when he saw the large tray with all they had ordered. He ate in silence and slow, as always his mom advised him; no matter he was starved. Julia was sipping her coffee when a strange small gadget she had in her pocket started "beep" "beep" sounding. "It is from the hospital, something must have happened; they know I am travelling." She asked for a telephone and a few minutes later came back with a frown of disappointment. "I'm sorry gentlemen, your must proceed by yourselves; the hospital needs me. A boy of five is grave. They are getting ready the theatre to operate him." "In that case we'll return and drop you into the hospital." "It's not necessary. A patrol car will be here in a minute." When she was finishing talking, the patrol car with lights on entered in the compound. A police officer and a sanitary man asked for her. "Sorry Mrs. Leigh we have spoiled your trip." "Nothing to sorry about if we can save that child. Let's go." She kissed her husband and Alex; she murmured on the boy's ear, "Don't worry my prince, we'll have other times." She left. That impacted deeply in the boy's mind; he did not know a child was so important. Where he lived a boy or a girl that was hurt never came an ambulance, let alone a police officer. There everybody hated the police. "Let's continue Alex. This profession is like that, you must be ready 24 hours a day, if you love it." Alex felt that perhaps his trip could be ruined if they called his master, too. "Can they call you, too?" "No; I am not on guard. There is another person like Julia who will be called instead. If he is my patient, I will study his case next Monday; meanwhile some other person is in charge of him or her." He paused. Have you ever been into a hospital?" "Only once for a special checking. All class went there; a boy had died two days before; and they ordered us to take some tablets during a week; that was all. I have never been sick, except with colds in winter and measles when I was little." "You are lucky, Alex; I hope you continue like that." The conversation dropped as Robert saw the boy was near asleep. The excitement, not sleeping properly and an abundant meal was passing its toll to the young body. He stopped the car, took the boy into the back seat, covered him with a heavy blanket, and trapped with the security belts designed especially in case of injured persons. He resumed the drive, and after two hours driving, Alex started to move. They were now in the countryside. He parked the car in a clear. "Where are we, master? Sorry I couldn't stand and I have missed part of the way." "Still we are an hour from our destination; you were really tired." They grinned. Now completely refreshed the boy sat near the man and continued their trip. The large trees, the cows and horses in the meadows, everything was new to him; he seemed to be into a dream. "All this is beautiful; I never thought there were places, cows, horses, and mountains like I see now. We see milk in bottles; and meat in Mr. Helmut's shop. No mountains at all." The man smiled thinking how many children must be like this one, smart and handsome that never saw a mountain. He sighed. After an hour, they left the main road and entered in a narrow one, scarcely two cars could be together. They went thru a forest of large oak trees. The boy tried to reach the top of them. "They are like fantastic giants shown on tale books. How tall are they, master?" Robert was to say he should not name him as master, but he kept it for later. "Some of them more than fifty yards." "They are very tall, aren't they? The man smirked. Suddenly the car entered into a very open space where miles and miles were of meadows and scattered forest; just about a mile away they saw the large house and a nearby tall barn. "We are at home, Alex." The car stopped in front of the restored large house. All made from heavy wood trunks with two levels. It was painted in light blue; and windows, doors and widow sills in white. It had a large porch with two swing chairs. Everything looked clean and tidy. Two large trees gave some shadow to the house, they were not as tall as those they had gone thru, but wider. They descended from the car and Alex ran a little back in order to have a full and better perspective of the house and trees. "It's amazing beautiful! I would spend my life in a place like this!" The man felt a pang as he thought in his own son; he hated the place as much as he loved it. They offloaded from the vehicle parcels containing groceries and canned food; Robert extracted a key and opened the house. Alex could see that the hall was larger than his house; you could not imagine from outside the house's interior. There was a fireplace and a large iron stove that divided the hall into two well-defined parts. A wide stairs now polished and carpeted, led to the upper level rooms. In front of the fireplace, there was a large wide leather couch and two big armchairs. Alex tested the couch and smiled. He looked at the man that was watching him. "It is very comfortable." Robert smiled. "What do you want to do now? It is warm now and we can go for a hike, if you are not tired of course; or we can wait until the afternoon. In this case you can explore the house, to paint or do whatever you want." "Master, what about if we do something mix? I'm not tired at all. We can take some picnic, go for a hike, and explore all these beautiful places. At the sunset, we can return and stay into the house." The man looked at the boy and motioned him to sit near him on the couch. Alex sat near him. "It seems a lovely idea; we'll take it. Now, what about if you stop calling me master, my little prince?" The boy grinned as he called him prince like his wife. "How shall I call you?" He was going to say master again. "It is up to you; however you should not use nicknames. You are a smart little boy and I think you have the resources to find it." Alex got serious. Alex seemed to think about Robert's words. "From the first day I talked to you I know how I would like to call you; however I did not dare even to tell you." "Please go ahead, prince." The boy grinned. "For me, you are greater than a king; Julia called me little prince; you also called me son. Can I..." the boy doubted, "may I call you dad when we are alone, like now?" The man looked into the boy's blue eyes, and attracted him to his chest kissing his silky curly blond hair. "Nothing would please me more, my son." Alex jumped onto the man's lap and hugged him very tight. "I love you, dad. I love you very much." The man felt the spasms produced by the boy sobs. He started rubbing his back and neck, until the boy stopped. Robert extracted his handkerchief and gave it to Alex as he sat again on the couch. "Sorry dad, I have behaved like a baby, but it is so great to have a father like you... "It must be the same of having a smart son like you." Now stand and we'll prepare the food for our hike." He helped gladly his new father; they had dropped everything in the hall, except those items that needed to be in de fridge. They put everything into the kitchen's pantry and Robert placed some packed food into their backpacks, then the man asked his new son. "Alex if you want any beverage you must carry it." "Only water. The teacher says that's the best when you are thirsty." "He is right. We'll find many streams from which you can drink." The man stared at the boy and went into a room; after a few minutes, he came with a pair of trainers, a cotton white tee shirt, and a pair of light beige shorts. "You better change into these. Within an hour it will be too warm for your current clothes." Alex looked at the garments. "Dad, are we going to a church service?" "Why son?" "They are too good to wear in the mountains. I may dirty and spoil them." The man smiled understanding the boy situation at his home. Then he kissed him on the lovely hair. "Don't worry son, we have a machine to clean them again." Without hesitation Alex got near naked, except for his underwear, folded neatly his current clothes and quickly wore the new ones. The man looked at the young and slender body and he thought that body needed to put some extra weight before it started puberty. Alex looked at himself with the new shirt and pants and was amazed how he fitted into them. "I'm ready. I look as if I am going to a wedding." The man slapped his butt and they went out. They crossed large meadows, little forests, streams, and many crystal water brooks. He was startled of such beauty. Suddenly he stopped; his excellent sight spotted two animals in a far field. "What are those, dad?" He asked pointing out with his finger. "I have seen them on the books, but I can't remember the name." "Good sight. They are red deer, probably a female, and its young baby. Let's approach slowly to see them nearer." They hid behind a large thorn bush. After a few minutes, the animals detected them and started running to a nearby forest. The boy could not be happier. "Dad, it was marvellous, a lovely theme to paint." After a while, they climbed to a plateau, and as they reached it, Mother Nature showed in all its splendour and glory. They saw a lagoon of quiet and crystal waters; on the opposite side, there were some large trees along the northern bank. On the background and very far away, it could be seen the still snowed peaks of the mountains reflecting on the lagoon as a gigantic mirror. To complete the beautiful picture, some ducks were moving lazily on the surface, leaving a trail on the water as mini- ships. Alex exclaimed. "Wonderful! Amazing! I never thought there existed something so marvellous and beautiful as this. Thanks dad for bringing me here." "I thought you would like it. Still it is untouched. This place was a theme for one of my best oil paintings. Unfortunately a gave it for an auction in order collect money for charity. Someone paid a good money for it." "If anytime I reach talent enough and technique with colour as you, I'll try to emulate you." Robert sighed and rubbed the boy's hair. "I'm sure you will." They stopped under a large tree near a brook that fed the lagoon. The boy took off his sneakers and stepped into the clear waters. Immediately he took his feet out. "It is frozen, dad; though I am hot. Let's stay here to rest and have lunch." He looked at his wristwatch; it is near 2:00 p.m. "Aren't you hungry? I am." The boy smiled. "I don't know what's happening to me lately, I am always hungry, and today much more. However, the hike and with so many exciting things, I forgot my hunger." He paused, then continued: "Dad, do you mind if I get rid of my clothes? I am hot and I want to be fresher." The man grinned." "No. I don't mind at all, even I encourage you to do it whenever there is not anybody around who might think different. We are in the middle of the Mother Nature, and remember, like that young deer, we were born without clothes." The boy grinned. "You are great, dad." Alex got naked and tried to get again into the water; he did only to the waist, he stepped out immediately; his white skin got blue and his wrinkled dick near disappeared into his abdomen. "God, it is too cold!" "Where's your pecker gone?" The man laughed. Alex looked at him and he jumped onto his father, starting to make ticklish to him. They wrestled together, the man dressed, and the boy naked. Finally, happily they stopped and started to lunch. After a rest, they continued their hike. Alex placed his clothes into his backpack and continued nude. Robert could not but to admire the beautiful little cherubim's features. Some time later, Alex felt cold as the sunset was approaching and he got his clothes on. He gave his hand to Robert and returned gladly home. "While I get the fire on, you better start showering." Alex looked at him, and said tenderly: "No dad. We came together, so we'll set the fire together and shower together. You are my dad and I am your son, so we don't need to be separated; or are you shy?" The boy grinned. "I don't know what I shall do with a son so smart." Alex kissed a peck to his new father and went to a nearby adjacent room to get some pieces of wood. The fire looked lovely and as the sun was declining, they felt needed it. Robert then pointed out to a door. "That's your room. In the chest, near the large wardrobe, you can find pyjamas in case you want to wear one; I guess you don't." The boy, more for curiosity than for the pyjama, went up the wide stairs and entered in the spacious room; still the sun was shining thru the large window. It had a king-size bed; a table near the wall with some electric appliances; two nightstands, two large armchairs plus the chest and the large wardrobe. Old posters showing aeroplanes and singers that Alex did not recognize, covered the walls. Clearly, it was the room for a boy. He approached the wardrobe and he slid easily to the right, one of the three sliding doors. He covered his mouth with his hand to prevent a scream. There were maybe hundreds of dresses of all kinds and measures; starting from the age of a boy of eight to near a man, all hanged in perfect order. On the bottom, many pairs of shoes, boots, trainers, sleepers and sandals. He opened one of the drawers and found pyjamas; he touched one of them, it was silky light blue with a red narrow strap round the edges. In another drawer, he found many underwear classified by size. He took a pair and a large white towel and went to the bathroom. It was larger than his living room with a round tub. The man entered behind him. "I suppose you are surprised about so many clothes and the room. We'll talk about it lately. Now let us get clean. Then we'll have an abundant dinner, especially you; and after that, we can talk about any subject that you may like." Alex smiled as he was amused how his new father guessed his thoughts. "Do you always guess the thoughts of people? Are you a shaman?" The man smiled. "Not of all boys, but most of them, especially if they are as beautiful princes like you are." They laughed. Robert soaped his son, and as he reached to his pecker, he added. "Do it yourself, it is too sensible and my hand is rough. Take care to clean it carefully." Alex looked into his new father's eyes and said seriously: "I don't mind you doing it, dad; you are my father." And he did it. Then the turn was for the man. Alex got him seated and soaped him. He then asked. "Dad, how did you get these hard muscles?" "I go three times a week to a gymnasium since I was young; that keep me fit and well." "Please stand up; I want to soap you down." Alex soaped naturally Robert's legs, ball sack, and dick. He did not need to retract the foreskin because his penis had been circumcised. "Your penis is huge, dad." He paused. "Well, I am a grown man; in the future your will also grow at the same size or even bigger; I am not large; there are other men with larger penises." The boy grinned. Then they rinsed and dried. "Why are you circumcised? Where I live not many boys are with their foreskin off." "Well, I did not choose to be circumcised. My parents did when I was a baby. Why they did it? I don't know and I never asked about it. My personal opinion and even from a medical point of view, I think it is an error. US is the only Christian country where still this type of mutilation is performed. In Europe rarely you can find a circumcised male out of Jews and Muslims. I suppose Mother Nature had reasons to have that skin there." Alex thought for a moment that in the future, they would have time to talk about this and other subjects that he was anxious to know about, so he turned to a more practical thing. "Shall we clean the bathroom? I always do at home." "Not necessary; we have used it only once, and the day after tomorrow a couple of persons will come to clean the house. I pay for it." "We could save the money, dad." "You are right, son; but fortunately I have enough to pay these expenses." Alex thought it was silly because they could do together. While Robert prepared dinner, Alex put extra logs on the fire and got everything ready for dinner on a small low table near the fire. He felt really good and hungry and liked to remain nude as he was in front of the flames. When he saw the large entrecotte, plus some vegetables, his eyes went wide. "Dad, do you think I can eat so much meat?" "You just try. You need to cover those beautiful ribs." He smiled. "Tom says that meat goes to the meat; I mean, my penis will grow larger if I eat meat." Robert grinned and imagined the boys' conversations about sex. "Well, partially he is right. Meat means proteins, and proteins are body builders, the base for growing." In silence, they ate, but Alex could not finish the large piece of meat, he left a little bit. "What would you like as sweet?" "Nothing else, dad. Thanks, I am full." They took all dirty dishes and cutlery and placed them into the washing machine. Robert wore a light silk pyjama and sat in front of the fire; Alex remained naked; he lay on his back on the couch and used his new father's leg as a pillow. The man sighed. How he missed moments like these! His real son never did it; however, he could remember that many times he did with his own father. His father called them "moments of confidence." After some time in silence, Alex said: "I suppose your son was very proud of you and mom Julia." That took aback the man off his thoughts. "Why Alex?" "Well, you bought him many dresses; this beautiful place to stay and have a dad and mom MD that attend children. I would have been myself." Robert thought about his answer, this was not a common child. "Alexander, you are a very special child. Believe me, there are not many like you. My son had everything he wanted, he was born having those things; but you and I were not, that's the reason why you appreciate them." "I guess you also were a special child, dad. When I become an adult, if I have children, I'll teach them that not everything grows on the trees; as my math teacher always says. Everything needs efforts to appreciate the value. At the beginning, I did not understand, but he kindly explained it to me. "He must be a good teacher and a better man." "Oh yes, he is. To teach in a school as mine, with so many boys and girls repeating grade, needs a great dose of effort and enthusiasm. Most of the boys appreciate him and some hate him too, because he has the key for passing them into next grade. Tom is bright, he is twelve; however, with the classes I am teaching him and his efforts, he will be next year on the next grade, like me. "Apart of being a good student, I suppose you play some sport." Yes, but I am not very keen on sports. I play soccer with Tom and his friends; I also like chess and they say I am not bad." "What about if we play? I have a set here." "Lovely, I like that." The man rose and brought the chess box and pad. Robert was good at chess but he had to recognize that Alex with a good training could be much better than he was. Almost like every Russian, it was in his blood. Time for bed came and everyone went to his room, however, ten minutes later, Alex knocked on Robert's door. "Anything wrong Alex?" "No." The boy doubted for a moment. "May I sleep with you?" The man looked a little bit surprised, since the boy still was naked. "Are you scared?" Alex grinned. "Oh no; I'm not a baby. Just I thought we came to be together and your bed is large enough for two." The man smiled and raised the covers; Alex jumped into the bed, and snuggled among the man's arms. "Dad, why do you keep so many dresses? If he ever returns, he will not wear them. I suppose he is already a man." Robert had the answer but that would take hours talking and he knew the boy was tired. "Because they are magic." "Magic? You are joking; aren't you?" "They are magic because belong to the boy who wear them, unless he dies." Alex laughed. He turned over facing his new father. "You mean I have to take with me all that I wear, like the shirt, shorts and underwear?" "Exactly. Otherwise they would follow you as ghosts, no matter where you go." The boy laughed again." He knew what his father was suggesting him. He kissed him good nights and turned on his right side, cuddling into the man's arms and legs. He felt the warmness of his new father's belly and the flaccid cock against his upper legs; it felt good and comfortable. A couple of minutes later both were rock asleep. This was an example of the many weekends that Alex would spend with his new parents in the old farm. They spent the following day riding two old bikes and visiting some other places. After lunch, they returned home. At the Park Corner, his mom was waiting for him. The boy's eyes blurred when he said goodbye. He hugged and kissed a peck on Robert's cheek. They would see each other in two weeks time. End of Part 1