Date: Thu, 5 Nov 2015 14:25:13 -0700
From: Ken Duxbury <kenduxbury52@gmail.com>
Subject: Dude, where's my dick? Part 6

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Dude, where's my dick?
Part Six


We went inside, and Derrick led us to his office.  Trevor motioned for him
to close the door, and Derrick complied, and then walked around behind his
desk.

"Is this room pretty sound proof?"  Trevor asked.

"Yeah, we like to be able to accommodate customers who do not want their
financial information known to anyone that walks by.  You could probably
fuck a cheerleading squad in here, without anyone being the wiser."
Derrick chuckled, thinking he made a good joke.  The blinds in the windows
were already drawn.

"Good.  Close to it, but I don't fuck women."  Turning to me, Trevor added.
"Strip, now. Down to panties and stockings."

I wordlessly complied, noticed Derrick's look of amazement out of the
corner of my eye, but kept my gaze on my Owner.  My Man.  I did it slowly,
too, to accentuate my muscular body.  Once finished, I stood there in my
teal lace panties and teal sheer stockings.

"Mmmph.  Baby, you look so good..."  Trevor said.  His package was, once
again, bursting the seams of his jeans.

Meanwhile, Derrick was stuttering `ums' and `ahs', but finally managed a
coherent sentence.  "Kyle?  What the fuck is going on man?  Your
underwear?"  Then, further scanning down my body, eyes coming to rest on my
crotch.  "Dude!?!  Where's your dick?!?"  His mouth was flapping open,
unable to close.

"It's a long story, my friend.  We will get to that later.  But now, I
think my Man has something he wants?"  I inquired of Trevor.

"You fuckin know it bitch."  He growled as he walked up to me, yanked my
panties down to the tops of my thigh highs, squatted down in front of me,
and started licking my pussy.  I was moaning, in complete heat.

"Kyle...you...you..."

"Have..."  gasp "a pussy?"  moan "Yeah.  I know..."  gasp.  I stopped
speaking then, knowing it would be unintelligible until after Trevor was
done.

"Babe, you sure you're ready for this?"  Trevor asked, concerned.

"Oh...god...please Trevor.  It's you.  I need you, please fuck me..."  I
begged.

"You got it..."  He said, as he stood up, and started sliding his cock into
my pussy.  He backed me against Derrick's desk, pulled the panties back up,
slid the front aside, then started to slowly work his enormous cock into my
small, sore pussy.

Derrick, in the meantime, not one to miss out even viewing a good fucking,
had moved around and knelt down, fascinated with what was happening in
front of him.  He watched close, as Trevor's huge dick forced its way in,
making itself at home.

Then Trevor started pumping in and out, steadily at first, then as a bit of
time drew on, more rapidly, finally culminating in a brutish flurry of
grunts and long, rapid thrusts.  I just spread my legs, leaned back, and
held on to the desk for dear life.  I started a high pitched moan, trying
to be as quiet as I could, as Trevor rutted his Manhood away in my cunt.

Finally, as Trevor climaxed, He started to come down.  But spoke up,
looking at me.  "You do not get to cum today!  That's an order.  Save it
for another day.  Come down...come down now...control it."

I clamped down hard, controlling the impending orgasm, or trying to get it
under control.  It's just hard.  Trevor is just that fucking good.  He's a
Master in the bedroom, despite his age.  I fought desperately, and finally,
the orgasm subsided.  I had obeyed.  It made me unbearably horny, but I had
obeyed.

Our orgasms abating, holding on to one another and calming down, I looked
down at Derrick.  He had an enormous wet spot on his slacks.  I giggled a
bit, and Trevor followed my gaze down.  He frowned at Derrick.  "Who told
you to cum, boy?"

"Umm...no one...Sir.  I didn't even realize..."

"Well, you may not have realized it, but you did.  Look at your crotch."
Trevor said, disapproval thick in his tone.

"Oh...oh shit.  Oh fuck.  I'm so so sorry..."  Derrick was truly mortified.
"I can't believe it...it's just that..."  He stopped, lost his words.

"Just that what, boy?  Go on."  Trevor ordered.

"That was just so fucking amazingly hot!  Holy fuck!  I mean, did you see
that?!?  Well, of course you saw that.  You did...that..."  He said,
gesturing at my cunt.  "I don't mean...I'm sorry, nothing wrong with that.
It's actually freakish, super fucking hot!  Kyle!  That's fucking gorgeous,
man!"

Trevor started giggling with me then.  He reached down, pulled the front of
my panties back over, and a bit of cum seeped down onto the lace.  But I
was getting better about learning how to contract my ab and groin muscles,
and it paid off by only letting small amounts of cum leak out of my pussy
at a time.  It was Trevor's, after all, and I never wanted to let go of
anything he gave me.

My slight, less than masculine (due to the sheer nylon thigh highs) foot
funk and the smell of Trevors cum wafted around the office, so Derrick,
after composing himself, opened an outside window, He also started wiping
his crotch down with a towel, hoping to at least mostly dry the big cum
blotch.  I pulled on my clothes, once again seductively slow, to show off
my muscular body, and sat in the chair next to Trevor, and got down to
business.

After everything was said and done, and answering a few sporadic questions
from Derrick and promising to fill him in on the whole thing later that
evening, Trevor and I drove home in our new vehicles.  He had his GL65.  I
opted on a metallic black AMG SL65 hard top convertible.

With night approaching fast, we hit the gym, and then went home and I
cooked a good, nutritious meal for us.  We both were getting tired fast,
although Trevor was horny (again), but was a little concerned about my
emotional well-being.

"Kyle, we need to talk about what happened to you.  I know I pushed it
today at the dealership, and I hope I didn't cross any lines.  You seemed
receptive, but I want to make sure you're ok."

"Yeah.  I know.  Look..."

"We can just scrap sex for however long it takes, if you need it.  And I'm
always here to talk."

I was getting exasperated, but still had a compulsion to show deference to
my Man, so I spoke carefully.  "Trev, honestly, the first night was awful.
I felt like I had maggots crawling all over my skin.  Paul is so...vile.  I
really wish I would have never have touched him before."  I paused, looked
Trevor in the eye, and started back.  "But.  I'm over that, at least
mostly.  Sex with you today didn't feel in any way bad.  Actually, it felt
amazing.  Liberating.  I really do love sex with you."

"Ok..."  He said hopefully, but still doubtful.

"Don't feel like we have to stop.  What happened with Paul is in the past,
already.  What we have between us is the future.  So, please, whatever you
do, do not stop screwing me stupid!"  I laughed, prompting a chuckle from
him.

"Ok.  Deal.  Now, concerning my rule about having sex with others.  I'm
reversing that.  You, from now on, are not allowed to have sex with others,
unless it's an occasional fling and I'm directly involved.  I just cannot
see you go through that again."

"Understood.  And thank You."

"You're welcome.  However, and this new rule might be kind of tough for
you, but what I said earlier today remains in effect.  And it's becoming a
new rule for you.  I don't want you cumming unless I tell you to.  And no
masturbation, no playing with your pussy.  Your orgasms and ejaculations
belong to me."

"Understood."

"How does it feel to have me taking control?  Be honest."

"It feels..."  I search for the right words.  "Well, the best way I can put
it is it feels natural.  I guess this part of me was always inside."

"And you overcompensated by trying to be a swaggering Alpha Male."

"Yes."

"Well, I'm not a `Master'.  There are a few things I want control over, and
we've discussed them, but I don't want to be a boss in every aspect of your
life.  I want us to form a solid, mutually respecting, loving
relationship."

"I want that too.  Very much."

Trevor leaned into me and kissed me.  "Well, then I guess it's time for you
to pleasure me.  But, it's your choice tonight.  You want it in your ass or
pussy?  Remember the no-cum rule."

"Umm...maybe ass Sir?  I'm not sure I could hold off a second time."

"You'll have to work on that.  But, for tonight at least, ass it is."

With that, he grabbed my hand and hurried us up to the bedroom.  He took me
in the bathroom, and had me clean out my rear first, then took me to the
bed, pushed me onto my back, and made very passionate love to me.  I still
had a tough time not cumming.  His strokes in and out, while full strokes,
were not urgent.  He wasn't in a hurry to breed me tonight.  He wanted
tonight to last for a while.

I wasn't bullshitting him earlier when I said sex didn't bother me.  With
him, I felt good.  I felt safe, even though there was quite a bit of pain
at first when he eased his cock in my ass.  I never felt threatened, and I
knew our sex was an act of love and intimacy, whether it was short or long.

He came once, about 15 minutes into the fuck.  But stayed hard, and laid on
top of my chest, my legs splayed letting him stay inside me.

"Oh, baby, that felt so good."

"Yeah..."  I panted.  "...so, so good Trev.  I love it when you hit my
prostate."

"Like this?"  He flexed his cock and jabbed inward a bit, hitting my joy
spot perfectly.

"Oh...oh...yeah..."  I moaned and panted some more, writhing around under
him.

"Well, I'm just getting started.  Time for round two.  On your hands and
knees."

I obeyed immediately, he pulled out, and once I was in position, he wasted
no time.  Just lined up his cock with my ass and plunged in.  I didn't make
a fuss.  I was already opened up from his first round, so him plunging in
all at once only caused a moment's pain.  I groaned in lust.  "Oh, fuck.
Yeah, please, fuck me."

"Mmm..."  He mounted me, bent over and growled in my ear.  "Rrr..."  There
were no words this time.  Just frantic thrusting, skin slapping skin, and
animalistic growls from him, accompanied by animalistic whimpers from me.

His fuck, his round two, was primal.  We made savage love.  He didn't stop
till he came in me a second time that night, and it was just a savage and
primal as the whole session.  He ended up squatting over me, my head and
chest had been pushed to the bed with my ass still raised in the air, one
of his (very smelly, but erotically arousing) feet planted directly on my
sideways turned head.  I was constantly clenching down and releasing my ass
muscles, desperately trying not to cum.  A vast amount of pre fuck was
drooling out of my cunt by the end of round two, and I was panting and
moaning, beyond words.  I let his smells (mostly his foot, toes planted
right on my nose) and his grunting, rutting sounds envelope me and take me
to a high I had never experienced.

Trevor let out a half moan, half roar, as his second load was blasted deep
in my gut, then in one move, stood, rolled me over on my back again with
his foot, and nestled himself once more between my splayed legs, driving
half his cock back up into my hole.

"Fuck...Trevor...that was amazing..."  I panted so hard, barely getting the
words out between breaths, trying to catch my breath.

"Mm...Yeah, babe.  Yes it was."  His lips locked with mine, and he made
love to my mouth with his tongue for the next several minutes.

"One more babe.  Gentle this time."

My eyes rolled back in my head as his cock started to slowly exit all the
way and just as slowly fully impale my stretched out ass-cunt.  "Trev...not
sure...I can...take...much...more" I said between ragged, lusty gasps for
air.  And I was serious.  The orgasm that had started during his primal
fucking hadn't stopped, and I was fighting with every bit of strength I had
not to have a full blown anal orgasm and ejaculation.  My prostate, simply
put, was battered and exhausted.

"You can do it.  Do it for me, Kyle."  He said breathlessly, between
strokes.

I bit down on my lip and clamped my muscles hard, hearing his
encouragement.  I knew he was serious about keeping me chaste at that
point.  Anal orgasms were fine, just no ejaculations from my pussy.  I was
amazed at how much easier it was to get to that point now.  And at how much
longer my orgasms lasted.  When I had a cock, I remembered, the orgasms and
ejaculations were in tandem, and only lasted seconds.  This orgasm I was
currently having had been going on for half an hour.

"Oh, yeah, baby, clamp down.  That's it.  That's my horny girl.  Clamp your
ass pussy muscles down on your Man's massive cock."

Oh, fuck, please don't talk Trevor, I was thinking, you're going to make me
cum just from talking.  I didn't say that though.  I just kept fighting
back the orgasm crash.  It became a mission for me.  My Man wanted to keep
me horny, didn't want me to cum, so it was my responsibility to obey.  That
thought helped.  I started riding the orgasm high again, and once I felt it
plateau, I just rode it.  My ass muscles started pulsing to his thrusts;
wide open for entry, clamp down on exit, repeat.

"Holy fuck!  Yeah!  That's it Kyle, make love to my cock, just like I'm
making love to your hole baby!  Yeah!"  Victory for Kyle!  I'll have to
remember this trick.

Round three lasted for at least half an hour, at the very least.  You know
how it is, time doesn't mean anything during sex like that.  All you can do
is remember what time you started, then what time it ended.  He came in me
once more, then just lay there, sated and beginning to soften but still
lodged in my ass, and the last thing I remember was looking at the clock
before I passed out from sheer exhaustion, legs still splayed and my Man
still inside me, laying on my chest, and a full two hours had passed since
we came upstairs.  I felt like I had just finished first in the world's
longest marathon.  I can't remember ever falling asleep as happy as I did
that night.

The next morning, we slept late, and when I got up to read the paper and
have my coffee, the front page left me both disturbed and relieved.  It
read:

Atlanta – A local man was found in a back alley, severely beaten.  The
man, identified as Mr. Paul Malone, was found by an unidentified pedestrian
in an alley off of Cheshire Bridge Road NE, between Alco and Lavista.  The
man had been castrated and violently raped, and is currently in Piedmont
Atlanta Hospital.  His condition is currently listed as stable.  It is
unknown as to who the attackers are, or why he was attacked, and the
victim's statements are providing police with no leads.  Investigation is
currently underway, but an official for the police department has given a
statement to the effect that there was no evidence left at the site that
the victim was found, and detectives are doubtful that the victim was left
at the crime scene, as the victim stated he was placed in a vehicle, type
unknown, gagged, blindfolded and restrained and transported to a different
location.  The police department official stated that in cases like these,
where there are so many "unknowns", law enforcement simply does not have
enough information to work off of.  The victim's family has stated that
Paul was a well-liked and respected member of their community and church,
and they know of no one who would be able to carry out such a heinous act.

I started chuckling at reading the last part.  Yes, I'm sure he was
well-liked and respected.  In the community and church.  Yeah, sure, you
bet.  I sat back in my chair and laid the paper down, picked up my coffee
and took a couple sips.  It, all of a sudden, tasted very good.  I heard
Trevor padding down the stairs, and he came up to me (wearing a pair of
black Andrew Christian boxer briefs, his favorites), and hugged me from
behind.  I pointed at the headline.  Trevor rested his chin on the top of
my head and simply said "No one fucks with my gurl.  No one."  I grabbed
his arm, and hugged it close.

The days started to go by quickly.  Ron, from the rival ad firm, had
called, and arranged a meeting that Monday with him and his boss.  They
offered me a job on the spot, and a sizable raise over my previous salary
to boot.  I took it on the spot.  I would be starting with them the
following Monday.

Ron and I stayed for a bit and had a few drinks, and he started asking
questions about what he saw in the gym, so I told him everything.  And I do
mean everything.  He assured me that his boss, who we referred to
respectfully as Mr. Trudeaux, wouldn't do anything remotely close to that.
He shuddered, put his hand on my shoulder, and expressed his deepest
sympathies and told me if I ever needed anyone to talk to he would be
there.  I told him thank you, but Trevor is my rock, and I'm learning to
accept my new life.  He also mentioned that I shouldn't be worried about
changing at the gym anymore.  I guess more than one of the guys that go
there has an underwear fetish, and I would probably make friends if they
saw me changing in and out of panties and stockings.  I thought about it,
but that call would be up to Trevor, and I told him so.

A week after that, there were more headlines in the paper.  Trixie and her
daughter had been arrested on tax fraud and tax evasion charges, and the
word had been passed to all the clients they had dealings with about their
unscrupulous activities.  To my knowledge, several civil suits have been
filed, in addition to the Federal charges.  As soon as Paul was released
from the hospital, he was arrested as well.  Actually, from what I heard,
the Feds were waiting for him as soon as he stepped out of the hospital
doors.  All three of them would be going away for a very, very long time,
including several of their employees.  I was summoned in, along with the
handful of respectable employees, but told I was not being charged with
anything, and that they only needed my testimony.  Which I was happy to
give.

We had a celebratory dinner after everything was concluded, and I invited
several of my new colleagues, as well as Betty and Derrick, and of course
Gary and Linda.  It was fantastic, and the somewhat serious news and
discussion of my old agency was replaced by some great news.  Gary and
Linda were pregnant.  It was unplanned, but they were happy about it.
Trevor was kind of taken back a bit, I think, but soon decided he would
like being an older brother.  The party just got better after that, and
several toasts were raised.

The months passed by quickly after that, and life had settled down.  Trevor
was true to his word.  He was turning into a loving and respectful mate for
me, although he still kept the rules in place.  I knew he had a dominant
streak, but it wasn't too hard to live with, and most of the time it
actually ended up improving our love life.  The no cumming rule was tough
at first.  But, it kept me horny for him 24/7 (so horny that I had to start
wearing pads in my panties...I would leak pre like a sieve all day, every
day), and every two months he allowed me a release.  It would be intense,
and normally on a weekend when we had all day to ride an orgasm high.

Ron was right about the gym.  Some of the guys weren't receptive to it at
all and muttered some pretty nasty derogatory comments at me, but for the
most part I gained several admirers.

One closeted guy, named Ken, who had been staring at my crotch and attire
every single time we were at the gym, confessed to me in the parking lot
one evening that he had fantasies about becoming exactly like me every
single night.  So, I got him in contact with Doctor Chakrii.  A month later
he was back at the gym, with a noticeably, very flat package.  Just like
mine.  I caught up to him in the parking lot that night, gave him a hug,
and congratulated him on not only stepping out of the closet finally
(which, he kind of had to after the surgery) but also for having the guts
to make his fantasy come true.  I gave him my number, which he put in his
phone right away, and told him if he ever needed anyone to chat with Trevor
and I would be there for him, and suggested we all get together often.
He's become a permanent fixture at our home.

Ken is a bit older, at 40, but is an avid gym rat.  He has dark hair like
mine, but is starting to get the salt and pepper look.  His eyes are a
peculiar shade of honey, which adds a striking contrast to his olive
complexion and dark hair.  He apparently had used steroids at one time, to
loose fat and gain muscle, and now is a big beautiful, buff but cockless
stud like me.  Although, I have to admit, his muscles and sheer mass make
both Trevor and I look like bean poles.  The dude is just fucking huge.  He
takes care of himself very much, and has helped a ton around the house with
his knowledge of dietary health and supplements to help with mass gaining
and staying trim and healthy.

His body aside, his personality is timid.  He does not stand up for
himself, abhors violence, and will be the first person to back down from a
fight.  Looking at him you would think `there's a bully'.  But, when you
interact with him, you can tell he's the one that was bullied in the school
yard.  And from what he has told us about his past, his family was no
better.  Trevor and I discussed him at length one night, and decided that
he needed a home, with us, to protect him.

Trevor has been a constant source of amazement.  He ended up graduating
early, 4.0 student, and valedictorian of his huge high school.  I was so
proud, his parents, Ken and I sat together at the ceremony and none of us
had dry eyes.  Through the year, he just continually surprises me with how
mature and rational he is.  He is supportive of me, and me in return.  I
wasn't surprised in the least when he basically ordered Ken to move in with
us.  There is very little sexual activity between the three of us...usually
only once every two weeks we three have sex together.  And that's not why
Trevor wanted Ken to be part of our family.  He just cares for him as a
human being, and part of his family.  Although, he does keep Ken to the
same rules as he keeps me to.

Trevor and I still have our passionate love making, every night.  I ride
that orgasm plateau the entire time, since having learned how to control it
better, and give Trevor my body gladly.

On an especially hot June night, Trevor called a family meeting.  Ken and
I, dressed in our normal panties and thigh highs (house rule for "the
gurls"), took our seats in the living room and Trevor walked in.

"I applied for a few colleges, as you know..."  He never kept secrets, we
knew where he applied...actually one great thing about our family was that
there was no such thing as a secret...ever.  "...and I got a few acceptance
letters back.  First college is Georgia Tech.  It's a good school, but I'm
not certain I want to become an engineer, which let's face it.  That's what
that school is renowned for."

Both Ken and I nodded our heads.  "You have to pick a school that will
cater to teaching you something you love.  Something you want to do."  I
piped up.

"Yes.  Glad we agree on that.  So, the other school of particular interest,
well, that's why we're having this meeting."  He stated.  It didn't concern
me, but Ken seemed somewhat nervous at that statement.  I know the poor guy
had gone through untold uncertainty earlier in his life, and his family was
hardcore religious fanatics, and had formally disowned him after the
surgery and him coming out as gay.  He doesn't deal with uncertainty well,
to be precise.  Trevor looked at me and continued.

"I know where I go, you go Kyle.  And I hope you realize vice versa."

I nodded and smiled.  "Of course, love."

Trevor looked at Ken.  "But, I can't expect you to just blindly follow me.
Although, you've been a fantastic, and very desired, addition to our
family.  Ken, you are welcome to follow if you want.  And I hope you do, I
really do.  But, I will understand if you say no to this."

Ken was on the verge of tears.  "Umm..ok..."  He shakily responded.

"We are moving."  I wasn't surprised, nor was I upset, at Trevor's
announcement.  "To England."

Both Trevor and I stared at Ken then, trying to gauge his reaction.
"So..."  He started off, voice kind of shaky.  "You really want me to come
with?"  He tentatively asked.

"Well, yes.  I think that's what I just said."  Trevor replied, half joking
but keeping his tone free of admonishment for the relatively silly
question.

"Well..."  Ken looked at a loss.  "I mean, I have been to England before.
I love it over there.  But..."  He paused, not sure how to phrase the
following words.  "Are you sure?  I mean, sometimes I think I'm just a
third wheel here.  And I'm happy.  Happier than I ever have been.  But..."

"Don't overthink things.  No, you aren't a third wheel, right Kyle?"
Trevor stated and asked.

"Not even remotely."  I responded immediately.

"You are a part of this family, Ken.  And the occasional sex is fantastic.
Right, Kyle?"

"Oh hell yes."  I said, without hesitation, and a bit of a chuckle at the
end.

"So, the real question is, are you happy, Ken?  Do you want to stay with
us?"

"Yes."  Ken answered, no hesitation at all.

"Well, then it's settled.  You're coming.  No arguments."  Kyle.  He knows
exactly when to tread lightly for the sake of someone's feelings, and on
the same coin he knows when to be The Boss.  Is it any wonder I love this
Man with my heart and soul?

A few tears rolled down Ken's cheeks, casually.  He finally spoke, after a
few minutes of silence.  "I really don't deserve a family like you two.
But, I will do my best to be worthy."

"Wrong on both counts.  You do deserve to be in this family.  And you won't
do your best to be worthy.  You will just simply be worthy.  Understood?"

"Yes Sir."  Ken beamed.  I thought he was going to explode in a burst of
light at that moment.  I just chuckled, heart warmed by this gurl being so
happy to be part of our family.

Needless to say the sex romp that night between the three of us was
magnificent.  Kyle fucked us both stupid, and I even got out the strap on
and reamed Ken's pussy (till he just about had an accident and disobeyed),
then his ass, while Kyle was pounding mine.  Kyle let me cum, but told Ken
that he was being punished for being silly and questioning his Owner's love
for him, that he was on indefinite cum ban for the next several months.
Which I whole heartedly agreed with.  Ken took it like a trooper, but I
could tell he was sad at the order.

Since that night, Trevor has let up on most of the house rules.  He still
has banned Ken from cumming (he's been desperate for it for the last 3
months, and goes through a couple pads per day to keep his panties dry),
but everything else he's decided to lift.  I'm still deferent to Trevor,
but he treats me as his equal now.  It doesn't matter to me in the end.
All I really care about is Trevor's love; everything else is secondary to
me.

I have stopped feeling `less than' all the time.  I realize I have just as
much, actually more, value as a person now than I did before.  Trevor makes
me see it in different little things he says and does.  I'm just as much of
a go getter now, at work, as I was before.  The change in companies did
wonders for my work performance.  And seeing that despicable family get
their comeuppance did wonders for my self-esteem.  However, I also realize
how loathsome I was previously as well.  I made a promise to myself to
never return to that ego maniac that I was.

By fall, we had made the necessary arrangements to move.  Sponsors were
lined up, green card acquired, and I even got referred to (and got the job)
at one of the largest agencies in the world, headquartered in London.  Ken
finished his second degree, and is now ready to work in the field of diet
and nutrition, to which end we will find him a good job in the health and
fitness world in London.  Trevor is ready to start school.

Linda is coming along well, her and Gary's second child is due in a few
months, and they are getting very excited.

Trevor is continually getting more romantic with me.  Flowers, body rubs,
holding doors open.  Telling me constantly either how good looking or how
sexy I am (usually `beautiful' when he's just being sweet and `sexy' when
he wants to fuck).  I know he's doing this, not to boost my ego, but to let
me know how much I mean to him.  In return, I give him a foot massage, with
my mouth, every time.  He loves to have his toes sucked, and I've come to
love his scent and watch him as the pleasure of it overcomes him.  After
that, he usually fucks me stupid.  I can honestly say, that the
machinations of a certain conniving cunt (who is now behind bars for many
years) has worked in my favor.  Big time.  I met my soul mate because of
it.

Packing went swiftly with the three of us, and the house was practically
sold before we left.  Derrick found buyers for our vehicles (Ken didn't
have one; when his family disowned him they took back the car they had
given him years ago...which honestly was no big deal, it was a piece of
shit, and I would be buying him one when we got to England regardless).
Everything was going according to plan.

Our farewells to our friends were tough, and on the day we got on the plane
to take us to our new home, almost every one of my co-workers came to see
us off.  Gary and Linda were there, plus a couple good friends of Trevor's
from high school.  Everyone that was important.  From the back of the
group, I saw Dominic, smile and wave at us, and then walk away with a big
smile on his face.

One thing that did kind of bring Trevor and I down, however; No one showed
up to wish Ken farewell.  Although, this was partly due to me.  He was
still smiling and hugging a select few friends of ours, but I could see him
glance around every so often, and his gaze would cast down until someone
came up to him to give him a hug.  Then his face would light up again.

He didn't say anything, but I know he was hoping someone from his family
would show up.  He let them know a few weeks before our departure.  Well,
he tried to.

I remember, back a few weeks, he left two voice mails on his parent's
phone.  No one had returned those calls.  The next day, I saw the small
notebook that contained all of those numbers and email addresses of his
family and old friends, sitting in the trash.  Making sure he was gone, I
pulled the book out, and got the address and number for his parent's place,
then put the book back in the garbage and hauled it out to the dumpster.

Not telling anyone where I was going, I drove to that address, and noticed
a few cars sitting out front.  I parked a house down, and purposefully
strode up to the house.  I knocked, and a man and a woman answered the
door, a few people milling in the hallway behind them.  They looked vaguely
(like poor imitations) like Ken, so I knew I had the right place.  I
started in, calmly but coldly:

"Mr. and Mrs. Crowley I presume?"

"Yes.  And you are?"

"My name is Kyle Baudman.  No, you don't know me.  But I know your son."

They froze, and everyone behind them froze.  The man finally spoke.  "Look,
he chose this life.  We are done with him..."

"No.  You have that wrong.  He is done with you.  He is part of my family
now.  Good people.  People that don't judge others, based off of some
schizophrenic belief system.  I'm not here to argue, or fight with you."
My temper, getting a bit out of check, I continued.  "But, as part of my
family, I will not allow you to hurt him.  You listen to this, and remember
this..."  I put my hands on my hips and puffed out my chest.  "...you will
never try to contact him again.  Or I will make certain you will regret it.
No matter the circumstances.  You've done enough damage to him.  He.  Is.
Done.  With.  You."  Their faces had gone white.  At seeing that, I turned
and walked to my car, muttering loud enough for them to hear as I did,
`pathetic waste of skin'.

Bringing myself out of the reverie, I stood next to Ken, and grabbed his
hand.  Trevor saw this, and knowing full well what had happened and what
Ken was feeling, stood on his other side and grabbed that hand.  Ken just
looked at each of us in turn, and I saw a slight tear roll down his cheek,
followed by the warmest smile I've ever seen.  He knew he belonged with,
and to, us now.

The flight's general boarding was announced, and we said our final
farewells.  Last were Gary and Linda, who gave us each a tight hug, and
Trevor rubbed his mom's stomach.  We turned, walked down the ramp, then
boarded our plane, sat in our seats, and began the journey to our new home.

The End (?)

Author's Note:

I am uncertain if I will write more of this story.  I had other events
planned to begin with, and more drama/action with Ken, but I just feel like
this is a good happily ever after ending for the boys.  I also have more
stories to finish and more to start, so I'm still uncertain.  You never
know, if I receive enough feedback from people wanting this to continue,
then I might.  Again, thank you to all who sent feedback.  I hope you are
satisfied with where the boys ended up.