Date: Tue, 31 Mar 2015 18:59:30 +0200
From: Al Peres <al.peres@hotmail.com>
Subject: Eternal Love 1

Dear reader,

This is a lovely story entirely product of my imagination, where egoism and
selfishness are banned. It depicts sex contacts between minors: boy/boy and
boy/girl; however, no adults are involved; except themselves when they grow
up.  English is not my mother language, therefore, please, be acquiescent
with the syntax. Any comment, sent to "al.peres@hotmail.com", will be
welcomed and answered.  The story comes to you thru Nifty org., so, please,
cooperate with them by sending some donations.


			       ETERNAL LOVE
				By Al Peres

				  PART 1
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Chapter 1
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Patrick Melton was driving along the deserted motorway thru the high
mountains covered with thick forests; it was a beautiful wild landscape
that in the next winter would be covered with thick and hard snow, where
lonely packs of wolves had started to appear just a few years before, as
used to be in the past; before they were hunt until be extinguished.

He liked wilderness and untouched nature; likeness shared by his sons and
wife; which was the cause he had purchased a wonderful Ranger; an
off-road-diesel-four-wheel-car imported from UK. However, that day he
seemed not to appreciate the beauty round himself. He was absentminded
driving slowly without any objective to reach. He could not take out of his
mind the terrible recent events.

Just a year before, he was a successful middle-aged electronic civil
engineer with a lovely and happy family: his wife Nora and his 10 and 12
y/o smart beautiful sons. They had travelled to Europe together with their
grandparents; his wife's father and mother, in order to pay a visit to
their Irish ancestors' land and enjoy a good and deserved holidays. After a
month stay, Patrick had returned to US, since his business needed his
attention. He had promised they would be reunited just a couple of weeks
later in US, so they could spend the last three weeks of August on board of
their 12-metres wonderful boat, moored somewhere in a little fishing port
in California. He had received the terrible news of the airliner crash, and
had returned to Germany to barely identify the corpses of his family, and
then, the funeral in Baltimore.

His sensitive body could not resist so many misfortunes. Businesses were
abandoned and later auctioned to pay the remaining debts. He went into a
hospital with a deep depression; he did not want to live; he wanted to die
and meet his family. He could not commit suicide because he was a Christian
believer; he stopped eating, but that was a form of suicide, as father John
told him. The priest and friend helped him; and after six months, he had
started normally feeding his body. Tears disappeared and the depression
continued in the form of nightmares. The doctor, a friend of his, advised
him to go out and face reality. He was not the only one in the world to
suffer; Jesus had done before him. Patrick assumed that the death could not
come to help him in the hospital. He accepted their recommendations, left
everything and took his car. He wanted to go to California and sail alone
in his boat, until Mother Nature, God or whoever was to decide his fate
made the final act of his life.

It was early; he had spent the preceding day and night driving and his body
felt tired demanding a rest. As the previous days and months, his mind was
a swirl of thoughts about his family. In his mind, he saw his beautiful
children calling him, and his adored wife extending out her arms to
him. Tears started again rolling along his cheeks. Yes, he was deeply
depressed. Instinctively he took the first motorway's exit that he found,
and after some kilometres he stopped the car near a gas station; switched
off the engine and reclined the seat. One minute later he was hard
asleep. Again his nightmares started, his children calling him: "Dad, come
with us, please come with us." Tears again dropped along his tortured
face. The bright sun woke him up; he drove to the near gas station and as a
ghost he asked to fill the tank with diesel. After paying, he walked up to
a small shop and stumbling entered in it; an old man was paying for a
lottery ticket. Suddenly he heard the voice of the young man behind the
counter:

	"Do you want to make a bet, sir?" His mind was somewhere except on
what the young man was kindly asking him. "Excuse me sir, do you want a
bet?" The young man repeated. He stared at him again and mechanically
answered:

	"Yes, yes, sure." The shop's owner observed his doubts and thought
that man could be sick. He then insisted:

	"Are you alright, sir?"

	"Yes, yes, thank you." As the man did not move, the young man
started preparing a random bet; then he extended to him the little
electronic pad.

	"Please, introduce your password." Patrick punched on the digital
pad four times. The machine then produced a paper ticket and he paid for
it, introducing it into his wallet. As if he was coming from the outer
world, he again heard the young man asking: "Do you want anything else,
sir? He thought for a moment, they were alone in the little shop.

	"Yes. I want all necessary for camping a few days in the mountains
with my two sons; canned food, bread, soap... everything we might need for
the weekend." The man again glanced at him; he was going to tell that man
that it was not a good moment for camping, because the weather forecasts
had announced storms and rain, especially in the near mountains. However,
the summer season was almost over, and he had not many customers; so he
thought should not interfere with the man's business. Since Patrick did not
move, the young man assumed he wanted him to prepare the purchase. The
shop's man took a large carton box and was placing in it all he thought the
man would need. He was a camper himself, too; so he knew about what to do.

	"I am very fond of camping, too; so I have put all what I think you
and your boys might need." Patrick extracted some banknotes from his jean
pocket and paid. The shop man got the heavy box to the off road car and
wished him a good joyful time in the forests. Yet, he was not sure how that
man could drive; besides, he did not see any children. "Probably they are
waiting for him somewhere. He is acting as a zombie." He thought.

Engulfed in his thoughts and depression, Patrick started the engine and
slowly drove to the road; but instead of turning to the left, to return to
the motorway, he did to the right, starting to climb the way to the high
mountains. The sky was getting very dark, showing some lighting high on the
peaks; yet he did not see anything and continued driving as if Mother
Nature was going to obey him. After a couple of miles driving up, he could
only see trees and more trees, and sometimes few closed wooden
houses. After two or three hours of slow drive thru a very winding road, he
found himself in the mid of a wild forest. Unexpectedly a blinding light
and strong thunder brought him out of his thoughts, and for a moment he
woke up instinctively assuming he was in danger. He saw a narrow and
non-paved trail on the right; scarcely could see a log cabin in a clear of
the forest. He drove the car and parked in the centre of the clear. That
was a shelter for people camping or hiking, a mounting hut. He knew very
well this type of buildings made from strong timber and provided with
objects to attend an emergency. He descended from the car as heavy drops of
rain started falling. Suddenly, two boys with sharp knives in their right
hands appeared in front of him, threatening:

	"Your money! Come on, your money!" The elder boy shouted
insisting. The man watched the taller boy with the knife pointing to
him. Instinctively he tried to disarm the boy as his mind reacted; the
instinct of survival and the danger pushed his brain up to a maximum limit
of strength, taking him out from his depression and into reality. The boy
thought his life was at risk and attacked the man. Patrick was a strong
man; even now, after he had spent a year into a hospital. He tried to catch
the boy's arm but he pulled forward the sharp knife making a long cut along
the man's right arm, from the elbow to near his wrist. The sharp pain and
the blood flowing out from the wound fully awoke him and Patrick defended
his life; nevertheless, above all, he was a father and did not want to hurt
the seriously the boy. With his left hand gave a tremendous blow to the lad
on his right shoulder, and he fell on the wet floor near a tree; his young
dirty head beat against a hard tree root or a rock. The boy stopped moving
as in that moment a heavy hailstorm started. The younger one watched his
friend on the floor and reacted violently with rage and tears in his eyes
saying:

	"You have killed him, I'll kill you!" He shouted blindly as he
attacked the man. Patrick tried to stop him even risking his other arm; but
the smaller boy slipped thru his arms and stabbed the man on his upper left
leg, near the loin. Patrick felt the coldness of the iron into his flesh,
and how the blood started coming out from the wound. The smaller boy could
not repeat his action, because the knife was nailed up in the man's
leg. Patrick wrapped his strong arm round the boy's neck and pushed him on
the floor as the hailstones hit their heads and faces. He extracted the
knife, closed it and put into his pocket; then lifted the boy and obliged
him to walk into the log cabin without him making any resistance to the
man.

Now the storm was even heavier and he could see that the other boy was near
covered with hail. There were two mats recently used; some trash on the
floor and an open wardrobe with many things to be used in an emergency
moment. Quickly he took a piece of rope and expertly tied the boy hands and
legs not very tight, so it did not interfere with blood flow. The little
boy did not make any move against the man. He stared at the man and watched
his wounds; then he began to sob and murmuring:

	"Oh God, my God, what have I done? Please, forgive me; please
forgive me. I am very sorry; I did not mean that; we did not mean that!"
The boy cried as abundant tears rolled down his smooth white cheeks.  Taken
to the limit, Patrick had reacted, and heard the boy weeping but he said
nothing. It seemed to him another nightmare, but now it was real. What was
he doing in that place? What had happened to him?  Immediately all the
events of the past year came to his mind. Then he thought on the boy that
was lying unconscious outside, and the reality overwhelmed him.

	"I need to save him." He thought. With some difficulty he stood and
could see a trail of blood drops on the wooden dirty floor. A sharp pain in
his loin warned him about his wound. Limping as the pain hit his leg, he
went out of the hut. Mixed hail and water was pouring from the sky as he
had not seen before; the boy was covered by a thick layer of ice. He dig on
the spot and soon found him; he pulled the light body up into his arms, and
with a great effort and determination carried the boy into the wooden
building; closing the heavy door with his back. He dropped him on the other
mat, as the other boy started to cry again loudly; as he repeated:

	"Oh God, my God! What have we done?" Abundant tears dribbled down
his dirty cheeks. Patrick checked the elder boy's purplish face; then he
touched the pulse and did not find any sign of life. He thought the boy had
probably lost blood; besides his body looked very weak; he practically was
in a cardiac- breathing arrest. He opened the boy's shirt and started
pushing strongly on the boy's chest, alternatively blowing air thru the boy
mouth. The younger boy watched the man's doings and understood the danger
his friend was in; he assumed he was near dead. Again he sobbed silently
pleading God to save him. After near one minute of Patrick's strong
exercises, the boy's body responded to the massages and started to breathe;
however he commenced to tremble hardily. Patrick took off the boy's soaked
clothes until he was completely nude; then he opened his own shirt and
jacket, pulling the boy to him in an attempt to warm him up. He glanced
around and discovered some blankets in the wardrobe; he stood quickly, took
one and wrapped the boy with it. He knew that was not sufficient and the
boy could go into coma again; and that would be definitive. Even if he
could call a helicopter, with that weather, he would not succeed. He must
save the boy by his own efforts.

He felt his strengths diminishing, but he did not give up. He took another
blanket round de boy and started rubbing the boy's back and chest, but the
trembling continued. It was very dark outside and the storm continued
pouring hail and water. He looked around and found an iron old stove in the
corner of the large room. "Why have I not seen it before?" He thought. He
laid the quivering boy on the mat, looked into the wardrobe and found a can
with gas used to feed the lamp. He did not doubt a second as the stove was
full of wooden sticks; he poured some gas on the wood, opened entirely the
air entry device and lighted it. Before one minute, he heard the nice buzz
noise of the flames into the stove.

His loin ached terribly and he was near to faint, but he needed to warm up
the boy if he wanted to save him.  With a great effort dragged the mat near
the stove where he could appreciate the heat. After a few minutes the boy
stopped trembling as a pink colour replaced the purple on his cheeks.

	"He is saved!" He is saved!" He murmured. The man caressed tenderly
the boy's scrambled dirty hair, then bent his head and kissed him on the
forehead; two tears escaped from his eyes that fell on the boy's smooth
face. They were tears of happiness. The younger boy had been all the time
watching carefully how the man saved his friend's life; he did not
move. When Patrick thought the room was warmed enough, dragged the mat and
boy to the original place and put more wood into the stove. Then took the
lamp and lighted it. The younger boy was astonished; he couldn't believe
what the man had done to his friend after they had stabbed him. He then
dared to ask:

	"Is he alright, sir?" The man stared into those beautiful blue and
sad eyes; he knew the boy needed to be comforted; he felt pity for him. He
also wanted the boy to learn that violence was not the right way to ask for
anything; though he knew those were strange and special circumstances. He
did not answer the boy, but heard between sobs from the boy: "I am very
sorry sir; I did not mean that, we did not want to hurt you; we are so
hungry..."

The boy understood that his friend was alright, and that this man had
rescued him from the death. He placed his head down on the mat and soon was
deeply asleep. When Patrick thought the little boy was as a rock, he
approached him, caressed his dirty blond curly hair and caressed his
forehead, as he murmured:

	"He will be alright, son." The boy was not fully asleep and he
clearly heard the man's words and felt the kiss. He thought those were the
same words that his father would have said. He had to make a great effort
to keep back his tears going out again; this time he truly got hard asleep.

Patrick stood with some difficulty and tried to open the heavy door; he
needed the first-aid kit he had in the car, but it was impossible; almost
one meter of ice obstructed the hut and the car's doors. He went back to
the wardrobe and found a first-aid box; it contained some bandages,
scissors and a little of red liquid to disinfect wounds; someone had
forgotten to refill and replace the missing items. He also found half a
bottle of whiskey, and two not very clean towels. He took everything to the
floor, near the unconscious boy that was quietly breathing. He carefully
turned over the naked body and could see the wound. He also found some
strange scars on the boy torso. The wound had poured abundant blood;
probably it stopped due to the ice. With one of the towels he washed with
care the wound and the big bump; poured some of the red liquid and banged
it.

The warmness of the room and his tiredness drifted him asleep near the
boy. He needed to cure himself, otherwise he might get an infection,
especially on his arm; however, he could not stop getting asleep. A couple
of hours later he woke up still thinking about his wounds; the older boy
continued quietly sleeping, but the younger one was awoken; keeping his
eyes near closed, and watching the man. Patrick realised that the little
boy had suffered enough, he felt pity for him; so before he proceeded to
cure himself, he placed a pot with water on top on the stove and fed it
with a few pieces of wood. He returned to where the boys were, then
extracted the knife and approached to the younger boy's mat. He stared at
man scared, thinking he might stab him, his face denoted fear and happiness
at the same time; he could not believe the man were to kill him; yet he
thought he deserved to be punished. However, things were different and he
was not wrong about the man. Patrick neared the boy cutting the cords round
his hands and ankles, freeing totally him; then he dragged one of the
blankets and covered him.

Patrick watched the dirty face for a few seconds; then sighed and placed a
kiss again on the boy-tanned forehead. The boy remained quiet without
moving a muscle; when the man sat down in front of him, he opened the eyes
enough to see him and not be detected.

Patrick took off his shoes, the blood stained trousers and underwear, and
then he checked the wound on his loin touching it with care; a grimace on
his face showed the pain he felt. He stood, brought the hot water, and with
some cotton washed the wound; fortunately his shorts underwear was not
stained; then dropped the remnant of the red liquid in the injury and as a
professional, he banged his leg. The boy was astounded watching the man's
large flaccid penis. It had been a long time since he saw his father's when
they showered together; those memories blurred his eyes. Patrick then put
on his underwear and looked at his arm. This was a different matter; the
slash was superficial, but long enough to get infected. He needed to wash
and disinfect it; otherwise he could risk losing his arm, even his life. He
was in an isolated place and with difficulty to get sanitary help, though
he had been vaccinated against tetanus, he had not any antibiotic to fight
a possible infection.

He thought seriously about the problem, reaching to the conclusion that the
only alternative was to use the whiskey. He knew the terrible pain he would
feel when the alcohol went into the wound. He thought for a moment watching
the boys that now they depended on him. He stood, brought the boiling
water, and with care and a piece of cotton washed the long cut; a little
amount of blood started to flow as he removed some scratches, but soon it
stopped. He placed some clean gauze on the wound and bandaged it with care;
and then took the bottle of whiskey and emptied part of it in the old
sink. He sat down again on the mat facing the sleeping boys with his back
against the wooden wall; he knew what would happen next, and did not want
to risk the bottle incidentally could reach the stove and get on flames.

Then he emptied entirely the bottle's content on the bandaged wound. As
soon as the liquid reached the man's open flesh, a tremendous pain hit his
body and he passed out, lying on the mat. The little boy had watched the
man's action as a muffled cry escape from his throat. He knew what he had
done. He had watched his father the same action many times; now he
appreciated and admired, in all its extent, the strange man's braveness. He
quickly stood and checked the man's breathing; though his face was pale, he
was breathing steadily; then he covered him with his own blanket. After
near one minute of staring, the boy bent over and touched softly the man's
forehead as he whispered.

	"Now is my turn to look after you, dad." He murmured his most
intimate and secret words. The first thing he did was to take a brood and
swept entirely the cabin's floor; he picked all the trash up and put it
into a paper bag he found in the wardrobe. He near filled with water a
bucket and with some effort placed it on top of the stove. He knew he was
dirty and wanted to be clean; probably he stank badly and he could not
notice. His father always taught him he must keep himself clean without
anyone telling him; however John seemed not being concerned about this
problem. When he felt the water was near to boiling point dropped the man's
blood stained jeans; he wanted to get rid of that particular stain that
reminded him what he had done. He did the same with all John's clothes. He
took a piece of raw soap he found in the wardrobe and dropped it with the
clothes; then stirred the garments with a piece of wood, and immediately he
could observe how the fabrics were recovering its original colours. Once
they seemed clean, he extracted them one by one and rinsed under the water
pump. He felt happy to see the clothes clean. He placed two chairs near the
stove and hanged all to dry. He was so engulfed in his task that he did not
noticed Patrick had woken up and was watching him with satisfaction.

Chapter 2
---------------

	"Well done, little boy. I am naked waist down, but I can
manage. Thank you." The boy spun and blushed; he wanted to give him a
surprise finding his own clothes clean.

	"How do you feel, Sir?

	"Much better. I think I will survive. By the way, call me
Patrick. Which's your name?

	"My name's Franklin, but everybody calls me Ben, it is my second
name. I hated my first name but my mother liked it." He said those words
with some sadness.

	"We should have been asked before our parents named us, but
unfortunately we were too little and after that there is not an easy
solution to solve the problem.

	"I, I, thought it would be a good idea to wash my clothes too. I
must stink though I can't notice." He blushed again.

	"It is an excellent idea, however you must have a good bath or
shower too; I suppose your mom doesn't like you to wear clean clothes on a
dirty body." The boy got sad and bent his head to hide a couple of
tears. He turned around in order to prevent the man's could see him with
tears.

	"I, I, don't have parents; they died some time ago in a road
crash."

	"Sorry, Ben; the story repeated for some of us." He changed the
subject. "Please Ben; can you give me my jacket? The boy mentally thanked
him. Patrick extracted the knife, made a cut in the centre of the blanket
and dropped it on his head as a Mexican poncho; then with a piece of cord
he tied it up round his waist. "You see, now I am dressed." The boy smiled
for the first time. "Now you can do the same and drop your clothes into the
bucket for boiling them; I am sure your brother will thank you for your
job."

	"John is not my brother, though he is something special for me, I
would say better than a brother.

	"I guess he is. It is hard to find a real friend at the present
times." Patrick stood and took the keys of the car. "Ben, please, almost
fill that cooking pot with water and place it near the bucket." He went to
the door and pulled it open with his butt; a draught of wet air entered
into the warm hut. It had stopped raining and the sky looked its
magnificent splendour of a clear night in the mountains. The storm had gone
and most of the hail had been melted by the rainfall. For some moments he
began thinking about the boys and his new situation. They had woken him up
from his deep depression; he clearly remembered his days in the hospital;
his friends trying to save his life and finally that doctor that put all
the risks leaving him alone. He could have died, even had been very near,
but that was not the cause to blame these boys; he guessed they had been
forced to survive in those forests as animals and must have a good reason
for it.

He walked up to the off-road car and could not take the boys out of his
mind. He owed them too much in spite the wounds; hoping to have the chance
to thank them for it before they could separate; yet his first obligation
was to feed them. They looked starved and could count their young ribs
without much effort.  Something different were the old scars on the elder
boy's back; he had clearly been whipped by someone; that would have been
enough to call the police and show them. He thought the boys were runners,
getting away from something or someone; he would find out later. His heart
bled only thinking someone could punish a young boy; he always judged these
actions thinking in his late sons. He had to stop walking when he was near
the car to keep his tears back; with determination he murmured:

	"They had saved me and I must take care of them; in such a way, we
are all runners." As he was closing the cabin's door, the elder boy moaned
and woke up; immediately Ben neared him on the bed with an open smile; the
boy tried to touch his head but he found his hands and feet were tied
up. He smiled to his friend.

	"Ben, please untie me; what has happened? My head aches a lot. Why
am I tied?" Ben slowly related him the events since they met the man. He
deeply sighed as he finished.

	"I envied you when he kissed your forehead, he reminded me my
father. I have never seen a happier face as when your heart started beating
again; he them caressed your hair, caressed your forehead and pulled you to
his chest; he only wanted to give you his own warmth, to save you. He did
not care about his own injures until he was sure you were saved." They kept
silence for some moments. John was thinking on his friend's words that sank
deep into him; he had not ever been treated like this; he only knew whips,
shouts, and strong words near him. He had hated everyone, except Ben and
some good friends, and especially every adult that always took the chance
to abuse him in different ways as far as he could remember. "How an adult
could have behaved like that?" He thought, that was almost impossible for
him to believe, but Ben never deceived him; he was more than a friend for
him, even more than a brother. He raised his eyes and stared into Ben's;
those intense blue eyes he loved so much and would give his own life for
them. He said near as a pray:

	"Sorry but I can't believe that, Ben. You well know how hard has
been for us in that terrible house, and even you did not know the worst,
only the scars on my back are the witnesses of it." Ben hugged him
tenderly.

	"You know how much I like you, John; I would never cheat you; I
think he is special, like my father was. He looks as he had suffered a lot,
and perhaps there are men and women not like those we found. I have told
you many times that my parents were different and would have been happy
adopting you."

	"Yes, but they are dead and probably this man will call the police
and everything will start again..."  Patrick was entering into the hut with
a plastic bag full of canned food and bread. He heard John's last words. He
looked to the couple, put the bag near the stove and extracted the knife
from his pocket. John looked at him with some panic in his eyes as Ben
grinned. Patrick cut the ropes in silence, and then said:

	Boy, you can believe and trust on me or not; but you can be sure
about one thing: I will never call the police! We are not criminals, so we
have nothing to report to them. What shall I say to them? That I was so
silly to fell into an old trap for wolves and two young brave boys rescued
me?" The boys stared into each other's eyes in disbelief as Patrick added
pointing out to the bag that he had left near the stove: "You are now free
to go, however, not before I can feed those bony bodies." Ben then argued:

	"Patrick, that is not the truth, and you know that..." The man
interrupted him ruffling his dirty apparently blond hair.

	"That's the truth and nothing but the truth; and you must engrave
it into your minds. Now we have many urgent things to do than to talk about
police's business, we can talk about it later, if you like; now my
preferences are to prepare something to feed two starving boys. Can you
help or shall I do everything myself?" The amazed boys quickly stood; and
in that moment the teenager boy realised he was naked. Ben laughed at him,
he raised his own blanket and John could see he was naked too.

	"It is a good idea the poncho. Patrick, can I borrow your knife?"
He blushed thinking what he had done to the man only a few hours before. He
cut the blanket and dropped it over his head; he could observe that Patrick
was also naked waist down; he noticed the man's powerful thighs covered
with a light black hair.  "Can I help, Patrick?" The man smiled.

	"Yes, please. Bring me that small cooking pot and pour in it some
of the boiling water." The boy did as told while Ben was placing the
clothes near the stove, introducing new pieces of wood in it. Patrick
extracted two tablets of concentrated chicken-beef broth and dropped into
the small pot. Then opened two cans of precooked meat, vegetables and a
small block of butter and put them into the bigger pot with some salt and
pepper that he had found in the wardrobe. He placed the bigger pot on the
stove; and after a few minutes, a lovely smell spread in the hut. The boys'
mouths watered and their guts expressed their content with muffled
sounds. They laughed again looking each other.

	"It is ages since I smelt something like this." Ben said. John
approached the man while he was stirring the stew with a plastic spoon; he
bent his head and said:

	"I am ashamed for what we did to you, and am very sorry Patrick. We
don't deserve what you are doing for us. Ben has told me about what you did
to rescue my life. I, I, I don't really know what to say..."  Patrick spun,
raised the teenager's chin and looked into a pair of large black eyes and
world record eyelashes.

	"You don't need to say anything else, John; believe it or not, I
owe you more than you might think; but those confidences are for later
on. Please clean the table. In the bag there are plastic plates, spoons and
forks. The stew will be ready within minutes." He quickly obeyed the man's
orders as he heard his intestines grumbling. Patrick took the small pot and
filled the plates with thick soup; giving to each boy two large slices of
brown bread. "I know you are starved, but you must behave and be very
careful now, and eat slowly; otherwise your stomach may cramp." The boys
eagerly started eating the nutritive soup that finished in seconds. "How
does it taste?" They smiled because they did not know whether he referred
to the soup or to the stomach. Ben answered.

	"It has a glorious flavour; you are a great cook. Please, may I
have a little more?" Patrick appreciated the education that Ben had
received; normally a boy of his age would have used the verb "can". Instead
of answering him, he went to the stove and brought the big pot. With the
help of a large spoon he filled both dishes again, this time with cooked
meat, thick gravy and other large slices of brown bread. He then
recommended. "Please eat slow, there is enough in the pot to feed you three
times, however, your stomachs need to accept it slowly." In spite of the
boys had not had any proper feeding for a long time, they behave as a
rational human beings, yet John was strictly following Ben's steps. The
elder boy suddenly stopped, and looked to the man.

	"What about you, Patrick? You look as starved as we were." The man
knew that the boy's old armour of resentment had been broken out a
little. He stared at him and ruffled his dirty black hair.

	"You are right John; I am hungry, too." He placed some stew in his
plate and started eating watching the children and how the colour of their
faces was returning to them. They slowly finished their food. "Are you
satisfied?" Patrick asked.

	"I could eat a little more, but Ben had said me many times that we
should not leave our stomachs fully satisfied, especially before going to
bed." The elder boy admitted.

	"He is absolutely right." He observed how the little boy
flushed. "Now that our stomachs are full we need to go ahead with our next
step." Immediately John answered.

	"In spite of my little headache, my strength has returned to
me. Please let me know what shall I do; we will leave the leftovers for
tomorrow's breakfast." The man grinned satisfied; those months living on
their own had taught them more than many books or school lessons.

	"Not much. Sorry but both of you stink and probably I too,
therefore we need to get rid of that odour from our bodies." The boys
looked each other, they knew the man was right in both ways; he also needed
a good wash too. He continued. "Normally in this type of huts, the
authorities also care about the hygiene, so inside the wood store must be a
round wooden tub as they used in the old times in the public bathhouses;
please see there, if I am right." They stood, opened the heavy door and saw
in the corner what the man has mentioned; the boys dragged it and gyrated
into the large room. "John, now wash it while Ben places another bucket
full of water on the stove. I'll feed it with new wood so the water starts
boiling quickly." Patrick went to the car and once more the efficiency of
the shop-man was thus demonstrated; he had included some shampoo, soap and
sponges. He got a large bottle and entered in the hut. His surprise was
great when he found the boys naked and working filling the tub. He could
see the lovely slim bodies; he could count their ribs. John seemed have
entered into puberty since he observed the boy had already a few silky
pubes at the base of his larger penis; yet Ben was devoid of any hair,
except on the head. The boys realised his presence and again they
blushed. Ben then said:

	"We hope you don't mind, Patrick; it is too warm here and besides
we must get naked to wash up."  The man smiled, went to them and ruffled
their hair. He could see the teenager penis was semi erected.

	"This is a free country and as far as you don't hurt anyone, you
can do whatever you like. I am not a fundamentalist and admit any position
and thought. Furthermore, my sons and I used to go to naturist beaches
spots; not my wife, she always wore her swimsuit." The last sentence
brought him some memories and had to turn aside his face in order the boys
could not see the blur in his eyes; but they were not silly and the tone of
the man's voice detected the terrible pain. For the first time in his life,
John understood that, besides Ben and himself, there were other persons who
suffered, and that there were pains even stronger than those caused by a
whip. The boys stared at each other, left what they were doing and hugged
the man's waist at unison from behind. That took him aback because he never
expected that reactions from so young and strange boys. They looked at him
with their dirty faces as Ben said:

	"Sorry Patrick, it was hard to lose my parents but it must have
been harder to lose sons." Patrick pulled to him their dirty heads and
instinctively hugged them. He then handled the shampoo to them.

	"Come on, start scrubbing each other and have some fun; I also need
a good bath." The boys changed the subject.

	"Yes, we'll wash one another as we did in the stream." John said.

	"Yes, and later on, when we finished, you have to allow us to wash
you as I guess your children did in the past to you." Ben blue eyes looked
at the man's; in such a way he wanted to get rid of the man's pain.
"Please, say yes."

	"Yes, you little rascals..." He ruffled again their hair as they
reached the big tub and started pouring the hot water. An hour later,
between laughs, the boys and the man washed each other. Clean and fed,
those bodies needed rest to recover from the events of that historical day
that would mark the rest of their lives. Patrick had removed John's head
bandage and put an adhesive and some disinfections liquid from his
first-aid box. He cured his own wounds and some minutes later they were
under the blankets hard asleep; the two boys on one mat and Patrick on the
other, but forming a large single bed. They had left for the next day all
the questions and answers.

Chapter 3
---------------

The food and the restful night made miracles in the young boys' bodies;
their strength returned and with it, the hormones, especially in the young
teenager. It was dawn because John could hear the faint noise of the birds
in the trees near the hut; and the weak light entering thru the dirty
window. His dick was hard and he had his arm round his younger friend's
hips. He carefully approached to him, as his cock slid between the smooth
thighs, his crotch now glued to the younger boy's bum. He had fucked his
friend's legs many times during the time they had been living in these wild
forests; he liked it but the man was sleeping only a metre far from
them. In silence he started fucking his legs; he slid his left arm round
him and touched his friend's little dick that also was hard, so he assumed
he was not asleep. He lapped Ben's back neck and started moving his hips in
out, helped by the precum that his cock produced. He loved the smell of his
friend now that he was clean.

John's gasps and muffled moans were heard in the quietness of the
morning. Ben smiled; he wanted that as much as his friend, now that he felt
John's fingers round his hard smaller penis. He then turned over facing
John; they looked at each other and hugged very tight; their hard cocks
rubbing their crotches.

	"I don't want to wake him up." Ben said in a quiver near his
friend's ear. John pulled his beautiful friend's head to him, as they had
done many times in the middle of the forests during that free time. Their
mouths met and started a long and passionate time.

	"I needed to feel you very close." John said. "It is so
wonderful..." He murmured on Ben's ear as he caressed the silky ringlets of
his blond friend's hair.

	"Me too, he and his food have done the miracle. What do you want to
do?"

	"I don't know, I feel the need of a release, my cock is harder than
a rock." Ben slid his hand and took John's cock in his fingers. "I would
like to fuck your legs or your butt but..."

	"That means too much noise; besides I told you don't like your dick
into my butt."

	"I know it. Let's suck each other in a 69 position."

	"I'll love that; be careful not to moan too loud when the exquisite
feeling arrives." He grinned.

	"I'll try; but I am not fully confidence on it." Saying this he
pulled Ben on top of him as he took the 69's position. He like sucking his
young friend, taking his whole package into his mouth, and especially, to
draw back his slim and long penis' foreskin with his lips. He enjoyed
getting in his mouth his beautiful little cherry and rubbing it with the
tip of his tongue, until he could not resist anymore his pleasure. As he
did this, he felt his cock near totally engulfed in Ben's mouth and how his
tongue rubbed tenderly his cock's head.  Instinctively they started fucking
each other mouth and could not avoid gasps and muffled moans from their
stuffed throats. John made an agreed touch on Ben's butt cheek and he
stopped fucking his mouth. They had agreed to stop when they felt were near
orgasm; especially John, in order to prolong their pleasure for as long as
they could.

In spite of being under the blankets, John raised one side of the cover to
watch the beautiful bum in front of his nose; the long, thin and hard penis
waiting to be sucked, and the gap between his friend's balls and his rose
pucker. He was clean and smelled beautifully; he could not help himself, he
extended his tongue and started licking that sensible part of Ben's
body. The sensation that the younger boy felt was expressed by a muffled
moan and taking John's cock into his mouth again.

They resumed their lovemaking; and a couple of minutes later, Ben felt how
John raised his hips in an attempt to fuck his throat. A few seconds of
silence and John started spurting his small load of clear semen into Ben's
mouth. Near at the same time, the younger boy stiffened and stopped sucking
his friend as his dick jerked into John's mouth in his dry orgasm. They
remained quiet for a couple of minutes recovering their breathing; then
John recovered his original position in front of his friend's face. In
silence they stared into each other's eyes and kissed tenderly, savouring
the semen that Ben kept in his mouth.

	"I love you, Benny. You are so beautiful and especially so good to
me that I would give my life for you." Ben gave a tender peck again to his
friend. John called him Benny only in those caring moments.

	"I know that John. I still don't know what will happen to us; but
be absolutely sure I'll be near you whenever you need me, for everything."
John knew that was unadulterated true; he rubbed his smooth face and hugged
him softly. In a few minutes they were again asleep.

Patrick was fully awoken; he had heard and seen the boys' exploring their
sexuality as he called it. It was not the first time; his children did it
with his mates, especially when they were camping far from their mother's
watch. He had explained them that they had to enjoy those explorations, and
that those actions meant nothing but youth fun; there would not therefore
be any shame on it. Later on, they would discover their own sexuality
already written in their genes from the beginning of the
times. Unfortunately his sons had not had time to see the outcome in their
bodies. A blur started in his eyes as he turned his head and drifted to
sleep.

Patrick woke up and saw the boys were asleep cuddled in a common hug, their
faces near each other and the beautiful pink colour in their cheeks.

	"What beautiful creatures they are! What unfair the life is
treating these lovely boys without mercy, as if they were criminals! What
would have forced these angels to live like wild animals in these remote
places?  I'll do my best to rectify this." He murmured for himself. Then he
stood and fed the stove; put a pot with water on it to shave and prepare
some milk for the boys. After shaving his face, he took from the car a
large can of condensed milk and dropped half of it into the cooking pot. He
also heated the leftovers from the previous night and put some slices of
bread to toast. The smell spread over the room as the boys started to
stir. Ben raised his naked half body and probably his instinct, or perhaps
that he was half asleep, but he said:

	"Thank you dad for the lovely breakfast, I am starved." Patrick and
John heard that, the man stared at the boy that deeply felt embarrassed. "I
mean..." But Patrick had approached him, kissed his forehead and caressed
his silky blond hair. He really was a gorgeous boy. No one added anything
as their hearts were in connection; but after a few seconds Patrick grinned
and said:

	"That's alright sons." He said it in plural and looking into John's
deep black eyes. "Now, please, get a quick wash; breakfast is ready." John
looked closely to the man's face already shaved.

	"You are a very handsome man; sure women want..." Patrick smiled
before the unfinished sentence.

	"Not as cute as you both are. You make a very attractive pair and
surely girls would be more than happy getting a kiss from you." They all
smiled and the boys jumped from the bed. They dressed on underwear as
Patrick was, and sat down round the table. They eagerly ate the leftovers
and toasts, and after the hard food, they drank a jug of milk while Patrick
did the same, but put some instant coffee in the milk.  After finishing
cleaning dishes and the hut, Patrick said: "Let's have a walk and talk, it
is a beautiful and warm day that invites to enjoy Mother Nature; besides,
the rain has cleaned all trees and the little rivers must have increased
their water flow. I don't think we will have any visitors during the next
few days." The boys glanced each other, they knew what that could mean, but
above all, they deep knew the man would never mistreat or abuse them.

They walked in silence together, the man limping a little due to the ache
in his leg. They arrived to a clear in the forest from which they could
watch a large landscape of green; to the left, the high peaks scattered
with trees that soon would be covered by a thick snow layer; they also saw
long away the smoke from some small mills in the village. Comfortably they
sat on an old trunk, Ben on his right and John on his left. John then said:

	"It is a beautiful and peaceful place; I will never forget the last
few days spent in these forests.

	"I agree, too." Ben added. Patrick sighed and the three kept
silence for a while. Then Patrick, looking to the distance, started.

	"Yes, these few hours have change many things, at least for me. I
assume your yesterday's behaviour was caused by something strange to you,
as your starvation. I have not the minimum doubt that you never thought to
hurt me, however, things developed in a different way, but that doesn't
change my opinion; what really puzzles me is the fact how you arrived to
this critical situation. Of course, you might have your own reasons and I
would like to know them, if you don't mind, of course; but I must stress
that anything that you say won't change what I have said before. I suppose
you would like to know how and why I came here, too; I'll let you know the
circumstances after you tell me yours; if you agree. Please Ben, start
yourself, I want only the genuine truth, we don't need your story in
details, unless you want it." Ben looked at his friend as he said:

	"Alright. I was born in New Jersey, my parents were both MD
contracted by UNO to do some investigations, mostly in Europe; we spent a
few years in Germany and France, and one year in Spain, so I can speak both
languages as my mother language, and Spanish roughly well. My parents loved
me dearly, they never contracted anyone to babysitting me, they always were
at the school or kindergarten's gates to pick me up, and weekends were
spent playing with me in the parks or at home. We made short hikes
together; in summary, they were the best parents that a boy could have."
Saying this, a couple of tears rolled along his beautiful cheeks. "Two
years ago, when I was nine, they thought I needed schooling in our country
while they were preparing their return to USA. They hired a lovely house
and I started in that expensive private boarding school while they went to
Germany to finish their work, promising to return for my 10th
birthday. Only two months we would be separated; however, driving from The
Netherlands to Cologne thru a motorway, a drunken man jumped from one side
to the other of the motorway, that produced a frontal shock and the three
died. I don't want to describe what followed." The little boy paused.

"No one appeared to pay my school and I could not remember of any relatives
who could take care of me, so I was sent to a social house hoping someone
could adopt me." He paused again trying to recollect his thoughts. "An
incident with an older boy, who wanted to rape me, sent me to the
orphanage; so I went from bad to worst. In the orphanage there was a gang
of older boys that made sex to the younger ones, and amongst themselves;
that with the consent of some guardians, who took them to their own beds,
too. They said I was a pretty boy and wanted to fuck me. I resisted and
fought them with all my strength, but in vain; they obliged me and finally
my resistance broke and I gave up, accepting the unavoidable; otherwise, I
thought, I would have died or gravely injured. Some time later and during
the night shift, the guardians took me to a man's bed a few times; he
treated me well and gave me candies and some money. I sucked his penis and
he did the same to me; he never fucked me. This prevented the other boys
doing it to me, because he was an important person and all guardians took
good care to comply his orders." As he paused in silence for a moment,
Patrick said:

	"Bastards! Why didn't you tell to the social assistants?

	"I did, but they also were involved in the business; besides, that
person was very important and could have removed her or him or even worst,
and they did not want to lose their profitable jobs, since this man was
very rich and pay them very well for their service. After a few months, a
twelve-year-old boy, to whom all of them respected, including the
guardians, returned to the orphanage. He had been in the orphanage before,
so everybody named him as Johnny. He had fought a boy two years older than
he was in the social house, and they had to take him to the hospital with a
broken arm, so he was returned to the orphanage as a punishment. He was a
very handsome boy and very strong; the boys said that he had been punished
because he had been found in the bed with two girls from the female
section. He was a real boss to whom all of them obeyed." The boy paused
again.

The other boys gathered round him telling about my pretty face, so offering
me to his bed. They took me to a secret place they had in the basement and
left me alone with him; I was scared to hell and trembling. It was true; he
was not pretty but very handsome; he had curly black hair, and magnetic
eyes of the same colour, and the largest eyelashes I have ever seen. I
noticed a lovely dimple that formed in his right cheek when he smiled at
me. He was sat on the bed already naked and his penis was hard. When he saw
me, he spent a couple of minutes examining me from top to toe, then he
extended out his arms to me; reluctantly I dropped into his arms, he raised
my chin and kissed me on the lips tenderly and softly. I felt something
strange and warm thru my body while his lips were stick to mine and his
left arm rubbed my back gently. He broke the tender moment and separated
from me, he looked closely into my eyes and caressed my hair; and then he
said slowly touching my face:

	"Benny, no one will touch you again, if you don't want it, do you
understand? Nobody! I promise." He ruffled my hair and kissed me again a
peck on the lips; impulsively I hugged him and started to sob on his left
shoulder. He kissed me again on the cheeks and with a gentle voice he
murmured on my ear: "Your bad times are over. Please Benny, please don't
cry, you break my heart." I could not stop as my body convulsed when he
called me Benny, because that was the way my dad used to name me. He pulled
me to him very tight repeating soothing words between kisses on my forehead
and hair: "Please Benny, please, don't cry or I will end up crying too."
Ben paused again.

"After some minutes he raised my chin and caressed my cheeks. He took a
paper kerchief and cleaned my tears; he again looked into my eyes and I
stopped sobbing as he dragged me to his lap. We remained quiet for a few
minutes with my arms round his bare chest; he was caressing my hair and
comforting me. He then said: "Benny I got to get dressed, I can't go
outside naked and with my stiff cock showing to everybody." I grinned; I
think for the first time since I came into the orphanage. I watched that
his cock was still hard and oozing precum; but I felt so comfortable and
secure in his arms that I did not want to break that hug; I raised my eyes
and for the first time I looked into his directly; and then I asked:

 	"Don't you like me, John?" He seemed surprised because he caressed
my hair again stammering:

	"I, I, I don't know Benny what is happening to me, but I never
liked anyone as I like you. You are so, so beautiful that..." Saying that,
gently I separated from him and before he could realise I was naked; he
seemed in another world confused, amazed. I pulled him down on the bed and
before he reacted my mouth was glued to his; and my tongue parting his
teeth. That was the first time I did that voluntarily and at my own
initiative. I was on top of him; needn't to say what followed. He woke from
his astonishment and we started rubbing our crotches and slippery dicks
until our dry orgasms exhausted us. As I was cuddle in his arms, near a
whisper I said:

	"John, I like you a lot, well I think that I love you." He did not
expect that declaration of love because he turned me in front of him:

	"Benny, do you really mean that? Are you sure?" I honestly answered
him:

 	"Yes I am." He exploded in joy, he was exultant; we hugged hard as
he repeated several times: "I love you, too, Benny! I love you my angel" He
could not stop kissing me and I felt the happiest boy of the world; nothing
similar had happened to me from the moment I lost my parents. I think he
can continue because he is here, John."

Patrick glanced at both boys, as John raised his head; he did not move but
sighed. He thought his friend had gone too far before a stranger, and he
did not want to tell anything about his most intimidate moments, he then
said:

	"I, I, I think what Ben has said is enough; I don't have anything
to add." Ben watched his friend with astonishment; he could not believe his
friend behaved like that after what Patrick had done for him. He thought he
might be shy for a moment and that later would explain himself, but he was
not a shy boy at all.  Patrick did not want to insist respecting the boy's
will. He then said:

	"In that case, as I promised, I'll tell my story." None of the boys
said anything for different reasons; so he assumed they wanted to hear
it. Therefore, he started: "Before I relate my short story and while you
were telling me yours, I have taken a decision and a compromise with
myself, no matter what your answer are to some questions that I would make
afterwards." Little Ben shook and John was puzzled, his large eyes looked
at the man. He then said near in a murmur:

	"Which decision is that, Patrick? The boys deeply knew that this
man would help them in any case, so they anxiously waited his
answer. Patrick staring into each boy's eyes he answered:

	"I am alone and you are alone, too. God or whoever runs our lives
decided we met in some terrible circumstances, but those circumstances made
me to awoke from my nightmare and deep depression; I would never thank you
enough for what you did to me." The boys looked at each other amazed, but
Patrick continued: "Above all, I have taken the decision to help and care
of you; but I would like to go even further, if you want and you like
me... but that much depends on you." Patrick would have liked to continue
saying: "I would be the happiest man in the world, being your father; to
adopt you as my legal sons." But it seemed the older boy had his own
problems and plans, and Patrick wanted both, not only the little one, he
was sure the little boy needed anxiously a father and quickly. The boys
could not believe what they were hearing. Ben, with blurred eyes stood, and
placing his arms round Patrick's neck hugged and hugged him. John, more
reserved, remained sat near the man. Patrick tenderly separated Ben and
looked to John that seemed to be in some other place. He was unsure; he did
not want to trust on anybody; he had suffered too much in the hands of
other men. When they relaxed Patrick said: "Shall I assume that you little
imps accept?" Ben was the first to answer guessing the unsaid words:

	"Yes, dad; no one will be a better father than you." John then sat
very close to Patrick and coldly said:

	"Thanks for your intentions, Patrick. I never had anyone who looked
after me, let alone a father that I never had. I must think all about
this." Ben could not believe what his friend was telling. What was going on
thru his mind? The little boy thought.

	"John, you can do whatever you think is the best for you; I will be
waiting for you anytime and anywhere to help you; no matter what decision
you take; however, for the sake of our own safety, from now on, whenever
there are strangers with us, both of you should call me dad; you are my
sons and I am your father. Do you agree?"

	"Yes dad." Ben said immediately. John nodded. The younger boy then
said:

	"Dad, you don't need to tell us your story, if you don't like."

	"I want to be fair with both of you; besides, it is necessary that
you know the story because I have promised it. They shrugged expecting him
to continue: "I don't know where I was born, that's a secret of my file
that I did not want to disclose; I was a good computer hacker, and I had
the opportunity to find out anything that I wanted to know simply by
entering into the institution's archives." Those words put on guard John,
he now wanted more than anything to hear his protector's story. He had
mentioned the word "hacker"; he had dreamed many times about to have the
intelligence to be one.

"My first memories are like a flashback. I remember entering into the
orphanage; at the time there were not social houses. I remember that I
liked to play with a little girl, pulling down from her plaits; probably I
was four or five. I can easily remember when I was given to a foster family
to care of me; they were a retired couple and sought a complement for their
scarce pensions. Later on, they explained me that when I met them I asked
whether they were my grand parents; they did not answer me." He paused.

"Some weeks later the woman was very fond of me, probably I was good for
them; and when I asked if she was my Granny she said: "Yes, but don't ask
that question to grandpa, because that makes him sad as he reminds your
dad." She showed me a portrait of a young man that died in one of those
stupid wars initiated by politicians. They did well because my mates in the
school always referred to them as my grandparents; a year later they
adopted me as their grandson. We used to spend the whole summer in a little
village near the seaside in California." He paused.

"There I was very fond of a middle-aged man, old friend of my grandpa. He
had a fishing boat. Every summer I spent most of my time on board helping
him, he took me to a few times fishing. His son was an officer in the Navy
and the year I was ten he returned to San Diego and started living with his
father. He had a daughter that was six months younger than I was; we
immediately became best friends. Since she was a little girl, she wore
nothing, except Speedos like mine. I couldn't explain myself why, but I
liked those slim white legs; her blond hair and especially her red lips. We
were always together on board and accompanied by her granddad, mostly when
he was fishing during the day. One of those days, round midday, he said:

	"Nora, Patrick; please go under deck and get ready lunch; be
careful with the dishes because the sea is a little bit rough." As usual we
flew down to the galley, and when we were in the narrow passage, the ship
made a heavy roll and she dropped herself onto my chest; we deeply blushed,
but after some seconds I put my palms on her cheeks and I kissed her. We
did not move; she then separated a little from me, sighed and returned the
kiss. I thought I would die of happiness. I looked into those wonderful
blue eyes and I said:

	"I love you, Nora. I love you heaps." She looked at me smiling
tenderly.

	"I love you, too, Patrick; I have been waiting this since the first
day we met. When I see you coming to where I am it is even greater than
when my dad returns home after a long trip." I felt how my little pecker
got harder than ever before, but in those moments I did not know why. That
summer was great!" Ben could observe how the man's eyes were blurred as he
continued: "The following year, just a few days before we travelled to
California, I was eleven, my grandpa explained me:

 	"Patrick, you have made us the happiest old persons of the world;
your coming into our lives was the best thing that had happened to us after
our son.

 	"I know that grandpa, you don't need to tell me that, because I
know how much you have loved me."  He insisted:

	"You are now old enough to know something important; I don't know
how to say it to you, but we don't want to leave it for a later time; you
must know the truth." He paused then added: "Our son had not any children,
so he was not your father..." He told me all about, then adding: "...but we
could not love anyone as we have loved you, including our son when he was
your age." They hugged and kissed me. I felt satisfied and we never talked
about that subject again, mostly because my thoughts were in those lovely
legs and beautiful lips of Nora that were waiting for me in the ship. As
soon as we arrived I ran to the port and found moored the ship; she was
there. I went to greet her; her eyes sparked when she saw me. We had grown
a lot and she now covered her tiny nipples with her bikini. That summer was
like five minutes for us with kisses, some rubs and caresses that we liked
a lot."

When we returned home, my best friend's elder brother caught us touching
each other; but instead of making a fuss of that, he smiled, closed the
door and explained us all what he knew about sex: sucking, jerking, and
even licking a girl pussy. I remember that we felt it gross, but when he
left us, we sucked each other in a 69 position that we found terribly
good. Next summer was even greater. She had lovely little breasts that I
enjoyed massaging and sucking. Every night I had to jerk off a few times
before I could sleep.  Her family had guessed our relationship but seemed
to have no problem because we were very discreet.  Last day we cried
together before our farewell; in the last few minutes, when my family was
saying goodbye to hers into the house, instinctively we went into each
other arms and kissed in front of them; a genuine kiss of love. She
separated from me and ran upstairs to her room; I did the same but to the
car.

Chapter 4
---------------

The following summer when I was almost your age, John, we were deeply in
love; she was twelve, and taking an opportunity that her parents went to
visit some relatives, and her grandpa was at sea fishing, we made love for
the first time together during an unforgettable week." John then said

	"Didn't you care she could have gotten pregnant?"

	"To be honest, I must tell you we did not think about that;
fortunately she had not yet the menstruation, it came only a month
later. We shared everything, and our families were enchanted with our
relationship; so her parents permitted me to visit her and always were
ready to look aside when they saw us caressing each other. The time went
by, and with a scholarship, I went to the capital city's College to become
a senior electronic engineer. I ended the first year with excellent
qualifications; but in a few days, during a very cold winter of the second
year, my grandparents passed away. I felt very sad and alone, so I sold out
our properties and went to live in our little house in California where
Nora was living.

I continued studding and working there. When I was twenty-three we got
married and went to live to Baltimore. We both were engineers and joined an
emerging computer company. We worked hard and a few years later, that
company was ours. We earn a lot of money. We bought a large house and a
boat. When she was thirty our first son, Jack, was born; he was a lovely
blond boy, like you Ben, but I must recognize he was not as pretty as you
are. Two years later came Ben; he was like John or me, but with lank
hair. We had all what a family could wish: two beautiful boys and many
friends. We used to fly to California for holidays and enjoy our near
twelve metres boat. I had enlarged a little bit my house that was at the
seaside near the beach, to room the children. Two years ago we planned a
trip to Europe to visit Ireland, my wife's ancestors' origin. I returned
after two weeks; the rest of the family, my two sons, wife and her parents
remained there; I never saw them again alive. An aircraft accident in
Scotchland killed them." Patrick could not continue as his body shook in
pain. Ben and John hugged him tenderly. The little boy said:

	"Please dad, we are here. We'll never leave you; I promise." Ben
was sobbing as he had gone thru the same situation. Patrick hugged the two
boys and rubbed their heads. They remained in silence watching the beauty
of Mother Nature. Ben then said:

	"Dad, what shall we do?" He looked to the pretty boy as he had
called him dad, just a few moments before as a natural moment. He pulled
the boy to him.

	"The first thing is to prepare a good lunch for these ravenous
boys." He ruffled their hair. But then John said:

	"I think Ben asked you in a different way."

	"I know it sons. Well, I think we must discuss this
carefully. However, there is some thing that must be done the soonest the
possible: it is to run away from this State; I would say tomorrow. The man
that attended me in the shop probably will comment my situation to the
police and it would not be strange that they pay a visit to this place; I
don't want to give any explanations to anyone."

	"I like your decision. We'll spend the last night in the shed."
John said. In that moment came into his memory the sex plays they carried
out during the previous night; he blushed and Patrick guessed the boy's
concerns.

	"Don't worry John, I heard you during your sex session, it is
normal between boys of your age, exploring each other is part of the
growing up and it means nothing." He could see the confusion in their eyes,
especially in Ben's. He continued: "As far as you do it in family, there
will not be any problem. By the way, forced or not, you have been exposed
to AIDS, therefore the first thing we will do is to check that point."
They looked each other smirking. Ben then said:

	"We don't care about that, dad. Just two weeks before we ran away,
all boys in the orphanage and the social house were checked; we heard that
only a little boy of six was positive; he had been infected by his own
mother where he was into her womb."

	"From now on, boys, we are a family; we must promise each other to
be sincere and honest with the others and never take a decision without
talking and discussing it. Sometimes, some bad persons want to interfere in
the lives of others, causing a lot of pain and sorrow."

	"I promise always to talk to you and John whenever I have a
problem."

	"Me, too." The older boy said.

	"Alright then; tonight we will bath again because I want to clean
the shelter after lunch and arrange it before our departure." Everything
seemed alright; but Ben could not forget John's coldness and Patrick did
not want to interfere in the boys' life. They did as planned and before
going to bed Ben said:

	"Dad, it is a lovely and warm evening and I want to go for a last
walk thru this beautiful place." John glanced at his adored friend; he felt
uncomfortable and could not explain himself why things were not well.

	"Alright Ben, I'm sorry I can't go with you because my leg is
hurting and I don't want to force it since I'll need it tomorrow." John
then said:

	"May I accompany you, Ben?"

	"You are always welcomed, John." The boys left the hut and walked
in silence; both knew what was going on into their young minds, but no one
wanted to start. In normal circumstances those moments would have been of
hugs and jokes, as they had done during the past months. They sat on a dead
tree near the trail and looking to the West, after a silence John said near
shouting:

	"What's going on Ben? That man has absorbed you! You are not the
same boy! What's the matter with you?" As Ben did not answer him, he
furiously added: "Go with him and fuck him and he fucks you!" He was near
in tears in his outburst. John, just second later started to regret what he
had said to his ever-best friend; but his stubbornness prevented him to ask
the beautiful boy to forgive him. Ben kept silence; he sighed and answered
his friend.

	"Have you finished?" Ben asked in a quiet and low voice; John did
not answer. The blond boy was not sobbing or crying, but abundant tears of
sorrow and bitterness flowed thru his eyes; he never expected such
behaviour from his friend. Looking to the approaching sunset he said:
"John, I have loved and still love you, and will love you forever with all
my heart, in spite you have just deeply hurt me. I am not and ever was a
hustler or prostitute boy; and I will never be, except if I am forced or my
life is at risk. I did not have sex with you; we made love because that's
what I felt for you, real and truly love." John's eyes were blurred and he
tried to stop Ben talking, but the younger boy raised his hand interrupting
him. Then he wiped his blue eyes and continued. "Please, let me finish as I
did to you." John bitted his lower lip with impotence as the blond boy
continued.

	"We have serious and physically hurt Patrick by causing him grave
wounds; what I did could have killed him. I stabbed him only a centimetre
far from his femoral vein. Don't forget I am the son of two medical doctors
and I know what I am talking about. All because I thought he had killed my
best friend, my brother, you John." The elder boy's soul never had felt a
pain like this one, caused by the last words of Ben. The blond boy paused
for some seconds due to the bump in his throat, and then
continued. "However, before attending himself, and risking his own life, he
saved yours; thanking God and kissing your forehead when he realised you
were alive. Isn't that great? He also gave us his hand to rescue us by
offering even a home and a father. I must remind you that he had us tied
and we were at his mercy; and the only thing that he did was kissing our
foreheads with love."

"You also forget that a word from him could take us back to that horrible
house; however, he is endangering himself to save us. How have you
responded? You did with coldness to him and treating me as a whore-boy.
You are unfair John, very unfair I would say! Patrick has not absorbed me
because I was ready to support you, even to follow you back to the
orphanage, if you asked me that; because you are the brother that I never
had; and a brother should never hurt his own brother." He stood and added:
"I understand you, but you don't understand me." He started slowly walking
to the hut. He had expressed the last words in a husky voice, near to
crying. John felt how his heart broke and started to cry softly. He then
shouted exclaiming:

	"Please, Benny, please: don't leave me!" That was the first time he
could remember he was really crying without any physical punishment. Ben
was to spin, but he continued his slow walk back to the cabin, leaving John
with his remorse. He dried out his tears and entered into the hut. Patrick
was cleaning his leg's wound; he glanced at the young boy and guessed what
had happened; however he did no make any comment. On contrary, he asked the
boy to help him.

	"Please son, brig me the pot with hot water." Ben did, and when he
approached to the man, he could see the bluish trace of the femoral vein,
only millimetres from the wound.

	"I could have killed you, dad." Patrick extended out his hand and
took Ben's palm and placed it on his lips, saying.

	"But you didn't do it and I am alive, that's what counts. So
please, forget it; this kiss clears your hand of any sin, because your
heart was as clean as gold can be." Ben kissed Patrick's cheek goodnights
for the first time and went under the covers.

Patrick wanted to ask Ben about John, but he rejected the idea; he was
absolutely sure that something important had occurred between them. Some
minutes later he finished with his leg and arm. It was almost dark and a
full moon was shining, spreading its pale bright on the trees like milk,
but it was getting chilly in the forest. He then took a piece of wood as a
stick and went outside, trying to find the elder boy. After some minutes of
slow walking, he heard some low noise, like muffled cries and some
unintelligible words; he stopped walking and sat down on the soft floor
waiting. Half an hour later the sobs died down, he could hear nothing; and
then he called:

	"John! John!" The boy heard him, stood and went to where he
was. "Please, help me!" John immediately helped Patrick; then placed the
man's arm round his shoulders and assisted him on walking. He was going to
ask him something, but Patrick said: "Don't you know that there are wolves
in this area?" The boy patted the man back and said:

	"Yes I know; but I am a tiger and I scare them." They kept silence
for a few moments, and then John stopped, he stared into the man's eyes and
then bent his head ashamed: "Patrick, if you accept me as your son I will
be very happy and glad accepting you as my father, and Ben as my brother."
A new silence as the boy continued. "However, above all, I have to ask you
to forgive me, because I have offended you in front of Ben and I am
terrible sorry, ashamed and regretful for what I said to him." The teenager
paused and Patrick did no brake the silence. "I don't know why I have hurt
him so badly, especially after what you have done to us and..." He couldn't
continue because his young body convulsed and started crying. The man
hugged him very tight to his chest while softly rubbed his back. After a
few minutes Patrick, without separating the boy from him, said:

	"Thank you John for accepting me. I have nothing to forgive you,
because for a real father, his sons' offence does not count. In what Ben is
concerned, the problem must be solved between yourselves. I believe he is a
great boy; he loves you and nothing will please him more than being your
future brother, because you already are."

	"Thanks for you support...father." Patrick patted the boy back.

	"I told you there is not any need you calling me father or dad;
except when we are with strangers; the time will decide." The boy hugged
the man and a couple of minutes later they entered in the hut; John could
not but to look at the laying boy, his Benny. "What a fool and stupid I
have been." He thought as he went under the covers near Ben, noticing his
little love was dressed. He rubbed his silky blond curly hair and in a
whisper said: "Goodnight my Benny, have sweet dreams." John could not
sleep; his head was a whirl reeling and reeling again what has happened
during the evening and he blamed himself: "My God! How could I have been so
stupid, unfair, and dishonest with them? Am I fool or mad?" Questions like
these ones he repeated to himself hundreds of times during the night. Near
dawn he finally got asleep.

Chapter 5
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That evening, while Ben was full of sorrow and John fighting his remorse,
in NY was taking place the lottery draw with an accumulated prize of near
$120 millions. Half of the country was glued to the TV set to know who
would be the lucky person/s. The machine started rolling as one by one, the
first six hard wooden balls dropped into the basket; then the complementary
one; so the final combination was: 1-2-3-46-48-49 and 47 as the extra
one. Many mouths shouted "fucking numbers!" After some minutes of
publicity, a lovely girl announced there was only one random three dollars
bet with all numbers. The news: "Who's the owner?"  appeared in the front
page of all morning newspapers of the country.

********************

After what John thought seconds, Ben pushed his friend's shoulder waking
him up.

	"Come on, lazy, it is time to get up." John rubbed his eyes and
could see the beautiful angel face near him. He jumped and went to pee and
washing his hands and face. A new day has just started that would mark
their lives forever. They had cleaned and tided the hut. Patrick brought
all necessary from the car and John prepared a huge breakfast that they
happily ate. The sun was rising over the far peaks when they closed the
cabin's door. Patrick then asked the children.

	"I can't fully drive, so I need your help. John, did you ever
drive?"

	"I'm sorry; I never had such an opportunity." Ben then near
shouted:

	"Dad, I can do it; my father used to sit me on his lap and I drove
our car many times."

	"Alright, we'll do it here; this is an automatic vehicle; since my
right leg can work I'll be in charge of the brakes and accelerator." All
three sat in the front seat, Ben between Patrick's legs, a few seconds
later the car started moving forward. They turned on the right and drove on
the paved and narrow road. The road climbed smoothly up to the mountains,
then went flat for a few miles. They were very high because the temperature
was chilly outside, and Patrick had to switch on the heating system. After
some miles of flat grounds, suddenly the winding road started going down,
and after some minutes, they reached a plateau overlooking a small
valley. Patrick pushed down on the brake pedal and the car stopped; John
then gladly shouted.

	"This is the most beautiful place I have ever seen! They could
watch the little valley with a silver stream that beamed from the distance
as the sun's light hit it.

	"Yes, it is a marvellous place. Let's continue." The car slowly
moved down road where very tall trees formed near a tunnel over the road;
unexpectedly the car rode over a flat meadow and entered in a lovely wide
valley with not very deep river of crystal icy water. A wooden bridge
crossed it, and as the car was entering on it, an advertisement showed
"Thanks for your visit to our State." They smiled because as they reached
the other side, a new one was written: "Welcome to the State of..." They
had crossed the border and from now on they were out of reach of the
State's police where they had been imprisoned. The boys looked into each
other eyes and sighed. Ben drove the car to the wide riverbank where a
little beach clearly signalled the water limit reached just the day before;
it had a clean stoned surface. They parked the car under a big tree.

	"We'll spend the day here; tomorrow we'll continued our trip."
Patrick said.

	"Where shall we go, dad? Ben asked.

	"I have checked on the road map; from here to the next town,
Richmond Peaks, there is a long distance; we must go thru the near highest
points of this chain of mountains, therefore we'll need near all day to
reach the town. In two months time, this will be impossible; this area
probably will be with a few metres of snow on it. I still have a little bit
of money left, not much, but sufficient to feed two starved boys during a
few days and buy some clothes and sneakers. What you are wearing now, is
very spoiled, more of a dirty beggar than of two lovely boys." The boys
grinned and John sighed. "My plans are to continue to the capital city; I
don't think it will be difficult for me to find a job there; then we'll
agree what to do. You should continue going to school as Jack and Ben
Melton, my sons; if you agree, of course. Nobody knows us, so we can start
a new life as a family." Forgetting the previous night events the boys
looked at each other and as if the same thing moved them, they hugged the
man waist. John then said:

	"I agree... dad. Thanks again." Ben heard John's words and his
heart jumped with happiness, he sighed. Patrick pulled the boys to him and
hugged them. They retrieved from the car blankets, and two towels; then Ben
asked:

	"Dad, we are alone here, besides it is coming hot. Can we swim in
the river and stay naked?" The man smiled, obviously they had been living
in the wilderness of the mountains as two red skins and they missed it.

	"I told you that this is a free country and, as far as you don't
hurt anyone, you can do whatever you like; however, we need some wood to
make a fire, because now it is warm, but as soon as the sun disappears
we'll need the fire, in spite we have the tent and blankets." The boys
stared at each other, because they had seen nothing in the car. Yet Patrick
guessed their thoughts, and added: "They must be in a compartment under the
seats; unless my sons retrieved them without telling me."

A few metres further on the riverbank, there was a very large dry log that
had not been touched by the recent increase of the river stream; probably
dragged and dropped there during some big flood. The boys went inside the
forest and soon returned with dry wood enough to spend three nights on the
beach. "It is enough; please place it near the large log, so we can do the
fire without the risk of endangering the forest. There we will install the
tent." The boys started to undress leaving their clothes on the car; soon
they were naked, ran and jumped into the water where they stayed during a
few minutes, but soon they came out of it.

	"God, it is ice!" Ben exclaimed. They laid their young tanned
bodies down on the sand warmed by the hot sun. They were facing each other,
their lips were blue and trembling, but comforted by the warm sun; they
were so close that their nose could touch. Ben looked at his brother and
lover and said: "I am happy and lucky, John. We have found a father, and in
front of me I have the handsomest brother I could have."  John extended out
his arm and rubbed Ben's smooth face with the back of his hand; he knew
what the young boy was thinking and he eagerly wanted to put an end to
their situation and hug him.

	"I love you, Benny. Watching you happy is more than what I
expected. I don't think I would have loved more a brother than I love
you. It is hard for me to call him dad, because I never had one; but I
think I'll love him, too, Ben. I would give my life if I could stop the
Earth running and going back to the moment I told you those horrible
words." He paused and Ben did not interrupt him. "I couldn't sleep last
night reeling and reeling it in my mind and I still don't understand why I
did that." Ben touched John's trembling lips as he continued: "Please Ben,
could you forgive me? I'll do anything you ask me. Please forgive me!" Ben
dragged the lad's face to him and they hugged. John's tears rolled on his
cheeks and dropped on the stoned floor.

	"John, the night has also been terrible for me. As soon as I left
you, my mind had forgiven you because you are part of me. I wanted you near
me, cuddled into your arms; I missed your giggles, your jokes and your
caresses; however my soul rejected that. It has been hurt and was bleeding
with the tremendous and undeserved blows." John took his loved boy's hands
as Ben caressed his face. "I'll tell you a little tale:

""Once upon time, there was in China a little boy called Chun-Li; he helped
his father on making beautiful chinaware for the king. He went into his
wizard friend's cave and asked him: "Gun-Chen, can I see my soul?"  The old
man answered: "No, you can't see your own soul, but I'll show you some of
another boy." With a gold key he opened a striking golden box and extracted
a delicate vase as he continued: "It contains all the feelings of love of
one boy like you; the vas is magical and cannot be destroyed." The boy then
said: "It is a beautiful object but still has defects; I suppose that with
a hammer can be destroyed." The wise wizard smiled: "The perfection does
not exist Chun-Li; only God is perfect, and if you want, you can try to
destroy it."  The boy rejected the idea because it was a beautiful object,
an artwork and he knew a lot about art works.  The man added: "Only it can
be broken into pieces by one of the feelings living inside." The boy then
asked: "Can it be repaired?" The man answered: "Yes by restoring each piece
to his original place, especially if it is done by the feeling that broke
it; and when it is finished, the vase magically will become a more
beautiful one because it contains the repented feeling." The boy then said:
"But that might take some time to restore it."  The man smiled: "Yes, but
if the feeling thinks it is worthwhile, he will gladly do it." The boy
smiled, hugged the wizard and left the magic cave.""

Ben then looking to his friend continued: "I can order o try to my mind to
change the way it is thinking, but my soul is out of reach, it will take
some time to heal and repair the damage it has suffered." John reached
Ben's cheeks and tenderly caressed them.

	"I'll repair your soul brick after brick until it shines like a
full moon, even if I have to spend my whole life in this task. I like you
Benny." They approached their faces and remained like that for a few
minutes.  When they separated, Ben said:

	"You have already put the first brick; I don't think you will need
a long time to finish your task." They grinned and their bodies joined in a
long hug. John then looked down and could see their dicks were hard, he
extended his hand and wrapped the little boy cock in his fingers pulling up
and down the foreskin a few times. Ben moaned in pleasure as gasps escaped
from his throat.

	"Let's go into the forest." Ben said. They stood and ran into the
wood. Patrick saw the two hot boys with their erected cocks dangling; hands
entwined running to the forest as their rounded butt cheeks wiggled.
Patrick then said:

	"Sons!" he shouted smiling, "don't go too far." Ben answered:

	"Oh, don't worry dad. We are wild red-skins." Only within a few
metres into the forest, John dragged his new brother to him and the
teenager embraced the young blond boy very tight, their mouth met and
tongues swirled inside their mouths. A thick layer of pine soft leaves
covered the land as a gigantic bed.  They lay on it and soon were engaged
in a passionate action. They went into a 69 position, started sucking each
other cock until their young bodies got rigid, stopped breathing and John
began spurting his little load of clear semen into his new brother's
mouth. After some minutes of relax, Ben asked: "John, do you want to fuck
my butt?" John caressed tenderly Ben's smooth cheeks with the back of his
hand, and staring into the young boy intense blue eyes, he replied:

	"I am not sure, Ben. I will do it if you want it or just as an
experience; but that must be done in a quiet surrounding; it needs some
preparation, otherwise I may hurt you and I don't want that in any way
during my life. In any case you must do it to me first."

	"Why?"

	"I want you to have the experience before. I have fucked other
boys, but in those cases they were gays and they liked and enjoyed it. I
don't think you are gay." Ben then suddenly jumped on top of his friend and
started making ticklish to him and wrestling.

	"Maybe I am not gay but I like a lot to rub our dicks together." He
said between laughs and gasps.  They wrestled during a few minutes on the
soft floor until their cocks again were harder than rocks. John pinned Ben
down and looked into those eyes that he loved; they started moving up and
down; their cocks rubbing against each other mixed with precum that made
slippery their crotches. After a few minutes the beautiful warm sensation
came near at the same time to both; John spurted his clear white load on
Ben's belly, and he pressed down his dick with a loud groan. After this,
they remained quiet for a few minutes enjoying the bliss of their
lovemaking, with their flaccid boyhoods stick to their bellies. Ben stood
and said: "You will fuck my butt if you can catch me!"

Saying this, he ran to the river followed up by the elder boy. Ben jumped
into the cold water as John did the same; he could not catch him during
their run. The boys spent the day playing in the woods and having a great
time in the river; Patrick watched them as his memories went to his late
sons; he sighed. However, he was very happy because the future brothers had
found their reconciliation; he would never know the words that had caused
tears in the boys' souls. They ate the reminder of the food he had bought,
except four chocolate tablets and a package of bread slices. They prepared
the fire outside the tent and lighted it. Patrick thought that it would be
advisable to sleep dressed in spite in that moment it was not cold, besides
they only had the blankets and the fire. In that instant John said looking
into his adored boy blue eyes, but for Patrick to hear:

	"Last night I committed an unforgivable sin offending both of
you. Please, once more, I ask for your forgiveness." Ben and Patrick did
not expect such a public declaration of guiltiness and they felt
shaken. Ben hugged and kissed his friend and Patrick pushed the boy to his
chest. Then he said:

	"If you don't mind, John, let's forget the incident. Nothing has
happened."

	"Yes. Let's forget it." Ben added, and both children again hugged;
John sat between them and said:

	"Thanks brother; thanks father. To complete the day I'll tell my
part of our story." Ben had forgotten it and was taken aback, however he
did not argue against it. John then started:

	"I don't have any memories out of the orphanage and the social
home. I did not accept any foster homes as they offered me; I preferred the
institutions. I always fought to be the first and to survive in that
jungle. When I was ten they took me, for the first time, to the great boss'
house; they initiated me on sex and I honestly must say that I enjoyed
it. As Ben has said, that prevented older boys of abusing me, so I gladly
went there many times." He paused to order his thoughts while Ben took his
had in his, encouraging to continue as he did.

	"Yes, that was the first time we met. When I saw Benny, my angel, I
could only think to love him, to be near him, to protect him. I had never
experienced such tenderness toward anyone; I had never been rude to younger
or even my age pals; but when I wanted to have sex I never asked if they
liked it or not; this was the first time that I did. I had been raised in
that hard atmosphere like animals in the wild jungle, where they had to
fight for the daily survival. I wondered why he impacted so great on me; it
was absolutely new to me that feeling. We spent the night cuddled into each
other arms until we heard the bell ringing the following morning. From that
date on, we were inseparable buddies, except during classes. We were the
happiest boys in the orphanage and whenever we could, and that was very
often, we went into that secluded place and we enjoyed our love, we kissed
and sucked each other during hours, especially during the weekends."  Ben
laughed loudly.

	"Yes. We were insatiable."

	"You are right. One Monday, one of the guards called me apart, and
told me that the Great-boss wanted Ben in his bed to fuck him during next
weekend. I told him that neither he nor the Great-boss would touch my
angel; I would never consent on that. He argued that the man was very
powerful and that he could do whatever he liked, he added: "John you have
always been reasonable, what would you do? Going to the police? You well
know he is above the police or the judicial authorities in this State; no
one will move a single finger to help you." I recognized he was right. That
guard was a good man and never treated boys with bad manners, except when
he was forced to. I knew could not fight against GB, as we called him in
the orphanage that some boys translated for "the Great Bastard; so I
suggested him: "Tell GB that I would go in his place and I would do
whatever he likes, but he has to promise me that he will never touch Ben."
I knew the strong compromise that I was assuming, but I could not bear in
my mind the picture of my angel being raped by that old man. I had been
there before a few times, but he and his colleagues sucked us and we sucked
or jerked them off, that's all. No, definitely no! I was thinking this when
I heard the guard saying: "Alright, I'll tell him, you are a pretty boy
too, and maybe he accepts your offer. I would do myself without any doubt,
but I like women, not boys. On the other hand, you know he's very generous
with those who please him."

Some days later, the guard called me for a walk, when we were in the little
forest where no one could hear us, he said: "John, he has accepted your
proposal; however, besides handsome you are a good boy and I want to help
you. This man is very clever, so you must be cleverer than he is. I would
bet my soul that he wanted you right from the beginning rather than your
little friend, but he has used a trick to get you; he knows everything
about this place. I know him and am absolutely sure that if you had
rejected his offer he would have taken your little blonde." He paused, I
felt furious but I could do nothing; he resumed: "When he is alone with a
boy, like this time, he performs his nights with some ritual; a first part
to give you pleasure, and the second and third for himself. Never give him
more than he asks; never answer his questions, if you don't like them. It
is not part of the deal and you must stand without complaining."

"In the second part, he will spank or whip, and fuck you. He enjoys your
pains so you must exaggerate them without him knowing it. He will use
Vaseline for himself, but not for you; so before he starts the second
session you must go to the bathroom with some excuse, let's say to clean
yourself; he adores cleanness.  Behind the mirror I'll place this little
tube; it contains something similar to Vaseline, but has an added property
to diminish your pains; use it in your butt." He kept silence for a moment,
and he continued: "You may ask yourself why I do this, well... I hate him
and what he does; but a word from him could send me to the hot
chair. Besides not liking it, I don't deserve it because I am innocent; but
that is an old and long story.  Moreover, he has hundreds millions of
dollars to bribe people and to pay us. Please, get ready next Friday after
dinner, but remember: you must be more intelligent than he is." I gave an
excuse to Ben and I was taken blinded to the GB's house."

As John was speaking Ben felt how his eyes blurred thinking on those
days. John bent his head and continued:

	"When they took out the blinding cloth from me, I found was in a
room similar to a dungeon, but luxury furnished. A strong man ordered me to
get naked showing where the bathroom was. A few minutes later, the GB
appeared with a black leather mask covering his face, leaving free the yes,
mouth and nose. I had seen him before, so I was not surprised. He pulled me
down on the bed with him and we made a 69. I felt revulsion to take his
cock into my mouth, but a deal was a deal; he was a professional and soon
gasps and moans came from my throat as my body responded to what my brains
rejected. He stopped a few times when I was near my orgasm to prolong my
pleasure. We resumed our mutual sucking until I reached my climax within a
few minutes. I did not know if I had to continue sucking him, but the
disgust made me to take my mouth out of his cock when he was near his
orgasm. He then asked me why I had done that, I told him that the night had
just started and he needed to reserve himself for better, later on. He
applauded me and said: "You are very clever. I'll come back in a minute."
When he disappeared I entered in the bathroom, washed my mouth and put the
cream into my butt as deeper as possible, it felt very cold inside me."
John kept silence for a moment and Patrick asked:

	"Was someone else in the room?"

	"No. But the strong man who had carried me was outside the door,
just in case I tried to escape.  Some minutes elapsed and the man returned;
he sat on a chair and ordered me to lie on his lap with my tummy down, so
my butt was up. He professionally kneaded and caressed my butt cheeks, and
I must say my penis started getting hard when unexpectedly he began
spanking me; his hand descended against my bare flesh; first not very hard
but after a few slaps he hit me harder and harder. I yelped in pain
exaggerating it, screaming and pleading to stop, as I felt his hard cock
pushing against my belly; mine was soft. When my butt was red and hot, he
took me to the bed, placed a pillow under my crotch and without any more
preparation he slid entirely his cock into me in a single and strong
thrust. I screamed as if he had destroyed my intestines; that excited him
and furiously started fucking me until he reached his climax. Fortunately
the cream had worked and the pain was not as intense as he believed, but he
did not know it. When he recovered he got out of me saying: "You are a good
boy John, you have done super up to now; your little boy must be proud of
you." I did not answer; he left, and his words brought me the beautiful
face of my angel. I entered in the bathroom and had a shower; I felt pain
in my pucker as I touched it, it was sore. I put the rest of the cream in
order to prevent future pain; then I went to the bed to wait for the man.

He did not come immediately, instead the strong guard entered; he put me
something like iron handcuffs in my ankles and wrists, and then he fixed my
feet to the floor and my hands to a pulley on the ceiling.  The GB appeared
naked as usual, his cock was hard again and he ordered the man to start; he
knew his job. He got a long whip and in seconds I felt the terrible sharp
pain on my back as the whip hit my body. I screamed in pain as if I were
being killed; again another lash, another...I then thought in the pretty
face of my angel, it comforted me because I knew he would not suffer those
terrible moments. I wondered how many lashes I received. After some time, I
watched how the excited man groaned on the thick-carpeted floor as he
spurted wads of semen on himself. The session had finished.

Two men took him away; and another one came to untie me. I was near
unconscious as I heard him saying: "You have been a very brave boy; better
than anyone before." The man held me in his arms and took me to a bed in an
adjacent room. Another person, dressed in a white robe entered, and after
cleaning my wounds, he applied something and the pain disappeared. They
gave me a large glass of sweet lemonade that I drank eagerly because I felt
thirsty; probably it was a narcotic because I woke up on Sunday morning. I
had discomfort but not pain; I saw a large breakfast waiting for me in a
small table. I still was naked; I put on a white robe that had been placed
on the bed and I devoured everything. The GB entered with his face covered
by his soft leather mask, this time I fixed on his mouth and I appreciated
a little scar on his upper lip.  He then said:

	"You have been very good John, one of the best I ever had, so I
want to reward you. These two parcels contain two sets of very expensive
clothes for youngsters, one for you and another for your lover."  He opened
mine, extracted the jeans and with a small knife he unfastened one leg
folder, then he added: "This is for you." He took five $100 notes and
placed them into the leg folder; so it was very difficult to find them. "I
have ordered that as soon as you are recovered, you and your friend will
immediately be transferred to the Social House; if you need something from
me, in the pocket I have put you a sheet with the instructions to follow."
I felt obliged to say

	"Thank you sir, if you need me..." But he interrupted me saying: "I
am a perverted man, but not a cruel one; I never repeat this action on the
same boy." He then left.

Chapter 6
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"That evening round midnight the strong man came and wrapped me in the
white robe and we walked to a hidden garage; he blinded me again and an
hour later the car stopped in front of the staff service gate of the
orphanage; after removing the bandage from my eyes we walked into the
infirmary; a man dressed as a MD asked: "Is this the boy?"  "Yes" The
strong man answered. They pulled me on the bed; he examined the wounds and
applied something that I could not see. I had had already dinner, but at
that time I was hungry again, so he asked me whether I wanted to eat
something and I answered yes; he brought me a large tray full of fruit,
sandwiches and a bottle of milk. I ate until I was full and drifted to
sleep. I started thinking what I would say to Ben, if I could see him, he
probably was upset; some minutes later I was rock asleep.

I heard a nurse entering in the room; with my eyes still near closed, I
could see the daylight; she raised the sheet covering me and commented near
in a murmur: "Poor little boy; if there is a God, that bastard should burn
in the hell." I grinned. Some time later she brought me a huge breakfast,
and after I finished it the guard that helped me entered:

	"How was it, John? You don't need to explain me..."

	"Thanks for your help and the cream, it helped some." I answered."
He ruffled my hair:

	"Alright boy; I must warn you, that for everybody, you are here
with some infection and can't see anyone until you are cured." I felt my
heart broken because I wanted to see Ben; he guessed my thoughts and added:
"However, you won't transmit the infection to a friend, do you?" He opened
the door and Ben entered, he had been already instructed." In that moment
Ben pressed John's hand.

	"Yes, but no one had told me about your wounds, only that I should
not tell anyone that I had seen you."

	"He came to my bed and immediately tried to hug me, I groaned in
pain when he placed his hand on my back. He raised the sheet and with tears
in the eyes he said:

	"Who has dared to do this to you? Why? Where? I extended out my
hand and rubbed his cheeks wiping his tears. He took my palm and placed it
on his chest over his heart. Near in a whisper I said:

	"I can't tell you right now; please, don't ask me anything." He
approached his face to me and I felt his wet skin mixing the salty flavour
of his tears on my lips. "I'll answer your question in due course." He
looked at me and in the same whisper said:

	"I love you John, I have missed you."

	"I love you, too Benny." After a while we changed the subject and
started joking; he slipped his hand under the cover and found my dick that
was erected since he had appeared in the room; I had no underwear because
it rubbed my wounds. Grinning he wrapped his hand round it and started
moving in/out, I gasped and I told him to stop because I knew what would
happen, but the rascal continued as I tried to muffle my moans. With a
wicked smile he stared at me and watched how I gritted my teeth, closed my
eyes and stopped breathing as the most wonderful feeling swept thru my
body; with a gasp I fell on the pillow breathing heavily. I had experienced
the most extraordinary orgasm up to that date. He extracted his hand from
under the cover and I could see how he licked his palm and fingers with his
tongue; he looked at the door and then approached his face to me; he kissed
me introducing his tongue into my mouth. I felt the well- known flavour on
my seeds; he retrieved saying:

	"Congratulations, you little man!" I could not resist the
temptation; in a quick move I dragged him to me and rubbed his lips with
the back of my hand; I caressed tenderly all his beautiful face." A cough
called our attention as the guard entered:

	"I'm sorry boys, but Ben must leave now." We looked devastated at
him: "Alright you can stay for five minutes more, I'm finishing my guard
and I don't want any problems." He thought for a moment, then added: "Ben,
tonight when lights are put off, sneak as if you were going to pee; come
here, I'll let you in, then you can sleep together; but you must promise me
to be in your bed before the bell rings, so no one can suspect."  We sighed
and he went out; Ben then gave me a quick peck on the lips and left."

	"Ben came at the agreed time that evening; in spite of my pains, we
did whatever two boys in love could do in a single bed and in that
situation. When we were exhausted we drifted to sleep, he being cuddled
into my arms. The guard woke us up at dawn before the bell rang and Benny
left after ruffling my hair. We followed the same procedure until the next
Friday; I felt quite well, my wounds had near healed and I was anxious to
return to my duties, however, before I left, the guard took me apart:

	"John I must warn you; within a few days, probably next week, both
of you will be transferred to the Social House, he had discovered part of
your tricks and probably, even admiring you, he will seek revenge and Ben
will be his target. He has a very pretty face, so I recommend you to be
alert. He has all means available, even the kidnapping and making him to
disappear if necessary." I trembled as in my mind I pictured my beautiful
friend being raped, left at a hospital's door with his guts torn, bleeding
and near dead.

	"Thanks, we'll try to be careful." He then added:

	"The police have hundreds of outstanding unresolved cases of this
sort."

"I had presumed that but I thought it would take some time; so happily we
joined the rest of our mates; those who we considered friends gathered
round me and hugged carefully because Benny had informed them. We took over
again the job on the laundry store where we had a bed for us. After diner
and finishing duties, we locked the door and in seconds we were naked under
the covers kissing desperately as if there was not tomorrow. After three or
four wonderful climaxes we were exhausted but our dicks still requesting
actions; Benny cuddled between my arms and started playing with my curled
hair." Ben looked at him and to Patrick and grinned:

	"I love that during a relaxing time and you should not lie because
you well like it." John chuckled.

	"I didn't say anything otherwise." He gave a peck to him as he
continued: "I feared Benny questions because I didn't want he felt we were
in danger; but I also knew that behind that pretty face there was a high
brilliant intelligence and determination, so I could not hide anything to
him; he would find out. So softly he said:

	"John, as far as I know, you haven't done anything wrong, please,
who and why did those terrible things to you?" I doubted for a moment, and
then I said: "Do you really want to know it? There is no point now that it
is over." Ben sighed.

	"No matter if that hurts me or not, I would have wanted to share
your pain, so please don't hide anything." I couldn't do anything but to
hug him. "The GB did it for his enjoyment. He forced me to have pleasure by
sucking my dick; he spanked me until my bum was hot and then with a single
thrust he raped me; I felt as if he had introduced an iron bar in my guts,
in spite I had put some cream in it, secretly provided by our guard's
friend, otherwise probably I would have bled abundantly. Then he and his
assistant trapped me like a prisoner in a dungeon, and whipped me until I
was near unconscious, that was the peak moment when he climaxed. Ben then
said:

	"You are strong, but how could you resist that? Why didn't you
shout out asking for helps?" I chuckled, you near got upset; do you
remember Benny?"

	"Yes, I didn't expect your terrible answers."

	"I'll continue." Patrick hugged the boy encouraging him to take off
from his mind those terrible moments; that would surely make him to forget
them in his future life. "There was no point to ask for help; I knew we
were in an isolate place with thick and soundproof walls. I resisted trying
to see your face in my mind; your image comforted and healed my pain; I
thought it was worthwhile the punishment if I saved you from being the
receiving part of it." I stopped and saw the wide blue eyes looking into
mine, tear dropping on the pillow; with a sob he then said:

	"Do you mean that you received that hard punishment to save me from
it? That I was the target?"

	"Yes, at least that was what I thought. I could have said no, but
he knew that I loved you and that I had to accept a "full treatment" as he
called it; otherwise they would take you, and I couldn't bear that; so I
accepted. You can't doubt that he would have carried out his threat." He
cuddled even tighter to me and sobbed. After half an hour of quietness he
raised his beautiful eyes and we caressed each other tenderly, very
tenderly. Then our lips joined and our tongues mixed as we soon forgot our
sorrows and started again making love, he sucked me and I sucked him and
when I released my little load into his mouth, he recovered his original
position and we joined our lips again sharing the flavour of my semen. Then
I said: "Partially I deceived the GB, not in the thrashing part, though, I
exaggerated the pains screaming. That led him to have his climax before he
expected. He said I had been very good and wanted to reward me. Please
bring me my jeans." Benny got out of the bed to take my jeans, I could
appreciate his glistening erected penis still wet from my saliva and that
beautiful bum of him; all was perfect and I loved those moments watching
his body.

When I got my trousers I unfolded that part and extracted the five hundred
dollars. He wide opened his beautiful eyes.

	"John, that's a lot of money! What are we going to do?" I smiled
and I hugged him very tight:

	"To run away as soon as we are in the social house. That was also a
present from him. The guardian told me yesterday that probably next week we
will be transferred." He looked at me and we smiled. "But still there is
bad news Benny, not urgent but bad ones, anyway." He looked at me puzzled."
Our friend has told me that the GB had not discarded the idea of fucking
your butt, so that we must be alert, being always together, especially
during the weekends." His beautiful face got sad and looking at me saying:

	"All of our sufferings and problems because we have pretty faces, I
hate my face; I would like to change it." I stared at him and I said:

	"You should not regret about what you were gifted, thanks to your
pretty face I started to love you and discover the greatest soul I ever
met; the pretty face within some years will fade out but not your soul that
will last forever." At that point Ben looked at John and to Patrick and
said:

	"Those words went very deep inside me, and I have wondered if they
came from your mind or you had learnt from some book." John grinned.

	"Unfortunately I have not read many books of poetry; perhaps I'll
do in the future. Let me finish. Ben then asked me what we would do. "To
run away; we must get out of this State and then go to the police and show
my scars; at least an investigation could be opened and find out all what
is going on here." Ben glanced at me with doubt as he said.

	"You are silly; they will never let's run away."

	"Do you remember what the guardian told us? We must be smarter than
they are." We spent that night and a few others planning it until we
received the order. They transferred us to the social house. We worked
harder than ever before; our qualifications were brilliant. Ben started
translating some text from German to English and I helped in the computer
room, but we were alert; we had prepared our backpacks hidden with our best
clothes just in case we find out something suspicious, but seemed that the
GB had forgotten us; but one of our friends overheard the word "cute" to a
guard signalling us.

	"From that day we took some measures, we slept in different places;
and especially during the weekends. We exchanged beds with our closest
friends, alerting them too. Summer was approaching and a programmed visit
to the Anthropological Museum; I told Ben that would be the day "d". We
discussed for hours the plan until we both agreed. That day we wore double
clothes and took with us our anoraks.  Fortunately that day weather
forecast announced rain, so that fact did not rise any suspicious. In the
museum when they were more concentrated on some explanations we sneaked
out; one of the group's teacher asked us where we were going, I told him we
needed to pee. He said to hurry up, but instead we went directly to the
main entrance walking normally as our hearts were racing at maximum
speed. I asked to a policeman that was guarding the entrance, where the
Memorial was and he kindly informed us. As soon as we were in the street we
ran a fast as we could on the opposite direction and to the rail station;
once in there we were exhausted, we bought two bottles of water and some
hot dogs and walked to the trade side. Far we watched a merchandise train
that was starting to move; we did not doubt. We hided between some big
crates near the track and when the train started moving we jumped into the
only wagon that was not flat, the last one. We closed the sliding gate and
hided between some cotton bales. The wagon was near full of tools and
crates, besides the bales.

	"I hope this goes to the South, I would like to reach the sunny
California." The train gained speed and the night came; fortunately Ben had
a flashlight and we could arrange a bed to sleep within the bales. We
cuddled into each other arms, and tired we drifted to sleep. The dawn
appeared, and to our disappointment, we could watch the sun was rising on
our right. Round mid morning the trains stopped in a small station and we
decided to leave it. We walked and could see the great mountains covered
with wild forests. In the village we bought some food and we decided to
walk into the forests, there, we thought, would be more difficult to find
us. We walked all day until we found a beautiful little valley and decided
to stay there. Not far we saw a hut in a clear of the forest and Ben said:

	"We can stay here, it is warm and we can make a fire." What's about
if we live as in the jungle?"

	"Do you mean naked?"

	"Yes, as Tarzan and his son of the old pictures."

	"Lovely." Benny agreed. We got naked and bathed in the stream."

	"What beautiful days were them during the few first weeks!" Ben
said. Patrick looked at him.

	"Were they?" He then continued speaking instead of John.

	"Yes. We felt free and far away from that horrible place out of the
GB's reach; we played, as we had never done before. We did to pirates, to
gunmen, always naked since it was summer. We did not think on anything;
during the night we would cuddle into each other arms and most of the
nights we made love until we were exhausted without caring if anyone could
hear our moans. When we needed food we walked to the little town and bought
what we wanted. One day our happiness ended, as we could see the money had
gone and we were hungry. We explored the surroundings and made little
robberies of food from the scattered cottages that we found while their
owners were away." In this moment John took the thread:

	"Yes, I felt responsible and I was furious because we were
trapped. We learnt the border with the other State was not very far, we
could cross it and we would have been free, but the problem was that there
was a very long distance between the border and the next town, besides we
had to cross thru very high mountains. That should have been done the first
days when we had money and food." Ben interrupted him.

	"You should not blame yourself because it was me who decided to
stay there."

	"Anyway, I'll continue: We were starving; we found some wild fruits
and ate them without caring about. We went to the hut and took a pot,
making some broth with the fruits and some herbs. In that moment I
regretted a lot not to have paid more attention to our teachers when they
suggested us to join the scouts.  We ate that and I don't know what
happened, probably the herbs or the fruits, we don't know, caused it. We
lost conscience, at least during more than twenty-four hours; we crapped on
the floor, and what was the worst, we raped each other as animal. When we
regained the sense of right and wrong we could not remember anything,
except a little sore in my pucker, but Benny's butt was sore and with sign
of my semen.  We hugged and I asked him to forgive me; he grinned and said:

	"Probably we liked it, don't we?" As usual this little rat made me
happy. We understood that the weather was changing and we discussed what
action to take; it could be any, except coming back to the orphanage. We
agreed to have a good bath the following morning in the stream and to go to
the town and ask the Salvation Army something to eat; and then we would
catch a train to the North, so we could leave the State. In that moment we
heard you parking the car and how you descended and stumbled as if you were
drank. The rest is well known by you." John bent his head and a silence
followed. Patrick pulled both boys to him and caressed their hair. He then
said:

	"I think it is enough. I promise you will never be hungry again and
will have a roof over your heads."  They prepared to sleep; Patrick knew
the boys needed to talk after what they had gone thru the previous night,
and so he suggested: "Better you sleep together, if you like; there is
enough space in the tent and I am tired and want to sleep." Ben stared at
John and he moved his head negatively, then the younger boy said:

	"Alright dad; we still don't want to sleep, we are not very tired."
Ben took one of the blankets and extended it near the fire a couple of
metres from the tent and Patrick's back. The young boy took some more
pieces of wood and tossed them to the flames. The fire even revived, it was
hot near them, so he took his clothes off immediately, followed by John;
and then they lay on the blanket, their noses near touching. John whispered
smiling.

	"You are a liar, little imp. We are tired and I wanted to be near
him." Ben grinned as he extended his hand and took John's cock in it.

	"Who is the liar?" They grinned and their lips joined in a long and
wanted wet moment. They broke as Ben caressed John's cheeks, and then
scooted down starting sucking his nipples, his navel and finally his
balls. John squirmed in delight.

	"Benny... I... I want to do it to you, too." The beautiful face
rose a little and grinned.

	"You will do it to me later. Now I want to enjoy with you."



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