Date: Sun, 30 Aug 2015 04:45:37 +0000 (UTC)
From: bro.yobro@yahoo.com
Subject: A Love Found pt. 2

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A Love Found pt. 2




I woke up to the sound of whimpering.  The room was dark.  Looking around
my room to pinpoint the where the sound was coming from, my eyes landed on
a shivering bulk next to me.  It was Mark.  He looked to be having a bad
dream, or, a nightmare, more likely.  He whimpered softly and his body
would spasm occasionally.  He reminded me of those poor dogs you see in the
ASPCA commercials.


Mark had curled into the fetal position during the night, his back towards
me.  The kid must have had a rough early life, I thought, as I slowly
extended my arm and caressed his back with my hand.  My hand slid along his
back, I despaired at the morse code like sensations that his bones, scars
and welts gave me.  I wondered if this young boy had ever been shown any
love.  He whimpered again and softly cried out "No".


Running my hand along his arm, I moved in closer to Mark and softly
susurred into his ear.  My gesture had a calming effect on Mark as he
stopped whimpering.  I kissed the back of his head and drifted back of to
sleep.  I dreamt of an earlier time.  Of comforting hands that guided and
teached.  Of roaring fires and heavy snows.  Of stolen kisses and furiative
fucks.


Sunlight flooded my room when I next woke up.  My morning hardon throbbed
angrily, I slid my hand down my body and grasped it, I was about to start
stroking it when I remembered I had a guest in my bed.  Snapping open my
eyes, I looked over to where Mark had last been curled up beside me.  His
spot on the bed was empty.  I sat up and strained to hear for noises in my
apartment.


Hearing none, I got out of bed, as much as I enjoyed walking around nude in
my apartment, I thought it more prudent to put on a robe before I went out
searching for Mark.  He wasn't in my bathroom so I headed out to explore
the rest of the apartment.  The search didn't take long.  I found him
sitting silently in the living room staring out of the plate glass windows
to the world beyond.


"Hey kiddo," I said softly as I walked up behind him, placing my hand on
his shoulder as I knelt down beside him.


Mark was just wrapped up in the towel he used last night.  "Sorry, I didn't
want to wake you." he said.


"No, it's ok. Are you ok?"


Mark just shook his head in acknowledgement and went back to staring out
the window.


"Well, then, how about some breakfast?" I asked.  He nodded again still not
looking at me.


I walked over to the kitchen and pulled out some eggs and bacon and started
cooking us up some food.  A few minutes later the apartment was filled with
the smell of bacon.  I scrambled up some eggs and toasted some toast to go
along with the bacon and prepared our plates.  I grabbed us some orange
juice to drink and Mark and I were soon at my dining table enjoying
breakfast.


"Alright kiddo, you're gonna have to come clean if you want me to help you
out," I said to him as munched on a piece of toast.  Mark seemed to shrink
into the chair.


"Is there anyone out there looking for you?" I asked, Mark shook his head
no.


"Do you have any belongings other than your clothes?"  Again he shook his
head no.


I took a sip of my orange juice and swallowed.  Hmm, I thought.  I would
have to call Child Protective Services, no doubt, hopefully they would be
able to get some assistance to him.


"Well with this being Saturday, I'm not sure there is much we can do for
you.  So, if you want you are welcome to stay with me until we get
something squared away for you."


Mark looked up at me, a slow smile played across his lips.  "You serious?"
he said.


"As a heart attack!" I responded, "Besides, I would hate for something to
happen to you out there on your own."


I got up from the table and cleared our plates away, placing them in the
sink, I began to wash them as I tried to formulate a plan of action in my
head.  We would need to get him some clothes and shoes, I would need to
take some time off work so I could deal with this and I would need to call
the appropriate authorities.  Despite Mark saying no one was looking for
him, I am sure there was someone out there that was, or at least I hoped
there was.


Mark was still sitting at the table when I finished up the dishes.  Seeing
him in last nights towel reminded me about his clothes.  Mark and I walked
over to the laundry closet to grab his clothes


"Houston we have a problem," I said as I opened the washing machine to grab
his clothes.  Mark's clothing had definitely not survived the process.
Mark's shirt was tattered beyond repair.  I held it out so that he could
see.


"Oh no," Mark said as he saw his shirt, tears began to well up in his eyes.
I instantly regretted showing him the torn shirt.


"It's alright bud," I said, "Let's see if I have something that could work
for you.


We walked over to my bedroom where I rummaged around in the closet to see
if I had anything that might fit him.  I pulled out a t-shirt and some
shorts.  Both items were definitely too big, but, luckily the shorts had a
drawstring so we were able to get them to stay up.


"Alright, kiddo, first thing we need to do is get you some clothes." I said
as I stared at him trying to suppress laughter.  He made a comical figure
in my clothes, but, it wasn't anything that couldn't be remedied, sure he
would get some stares once we were out in public but that would be remedied
as soon as I could get him some clothes.  Mark turned to look at his
reflection in my mirror and grimaced.


Thirty minutes or so later, Mark and I, were on the elevator heading down
to the parking level of my building.  Mark was happy that no one had been
in the elevator to see him dressed as he was.  We made our way to my car.
I didn't drive anything overly fancy, cars being one of the worst
investments in your life, I didn't see the need to spend the money on
something that I would occasionally use and only needed to get to point b
from point a.  Climbing into my older model Jeep Cherokee we headed out of
the garage.


I made my way through the city, Mark stared out the window as if hoping to
spot someone.  I had a feeling that despite an abusive upbringing he still
pined for a parental figure.  I drove us towards a sporting goods store
thinking this would have clothes that would be more appealing to Mark.
Normally, I would have just walked here since it was close enough to my
condo, but, I didn't want to stress Mark anymore than he already was.


We walked into the store and Mark was on sensory overload.  His eyes went
wide as he saw the massive tree that sat in the stores three story atrium.
We made our way to the kids department as Mark looked this way and that at
all the distractions the store had on display.  Mentally, I reviewed the
checklist of items I would need to pick up for him.  I asked Mark if he
liked any particular brands and he just shook his head no.  I had a feeling
he did, but, might have been too ashamed to admit it.


"Well kiddo, I'm partial to UnderArmour, so why don't we start there?"  I
said.


"Ok," Mark responded.


We made our way over to the Under Armour section and looked at various tees
and shorts.  Mark picked out a few items that he liked, I suggested he try
them on, he suddenly turned bashful.


"What's wrong," I asked him.


"It's...just...umm...It's just I don't have any underwear on." He
whispered.


"Oh yeah," I said.  "Ok here's what we will do.  I'll just get you several
different outfits and you can try them on at home and we can bring back
what doesn't fit or you don't like.  What do you think?"


Mark smiled at the suggestion and agreed.  I had him pick out some more
clothes and then we would grab him some underwear and shoes.  I made a
mental note to get him a backpack or messenger bag as well.  Once he had
picked out several different shorts, pants and tees we browsed the small
underwear section they had and I had him get several different pairs of
briefs along with some socks.


Shoe shopping tended to be a little more difficult.  Mark was overwhelmed
by the different styles and colors, I could see an internal struggle going
on with him.  I had a feeling we wanted more than he thought would be
available.  I placed a calming hand on his back.  Just then a salesperson
came up and asked if he could assist us.


"Yes, you can.  I missed my nephew's birthday and I want to make it up to
him.  I'm thinking his four favorite pairs should work, right?" I said
directing the last part to Mark, who smiled and said yeah.  The salesperson
also smiled and asked Mark for his shoe size so that he could see if he had
that size in whatever pairs Mark liked.  Mark wasn't sure, I made a joke
about kids and their growth spurts, while the salesperson measured Mark's
foot.


A few Nike, Reebok, and Adidas shoes later Mark had decided on his four
pairs and we made our way to the cash registers to pay for all his items.
On our way I stopped and grabbed him a Timbuk2 bag for him to store all his
items in.  A few hundred dollars later we were walking out of the store on
our way back to the car.  In the car, Mark turned towards me, kissed my
cheek and said thanks.  I smiled back at him as we drove back home.


Back at my condo, Mark was excited to try on his new clothing.  He changed
in my bathroom and had me sit and let him know what I thought of the
choices.  Mark modeling his clothes for me was incredibly sexy and my dick
began to grow in my shorts, I was hoping he didn't notice, but, his next
outfit indicated to me that he might of.  When he next walked out of my
bathroom, Mark was wearing nothing but a pair of white briefs.  My mouth
dropped as he walked towards me in the silky garment.


Mark stopped right in front of me and said,


"What do you think?" his cock and balls filled the pouch quite nicely and
then he half-turned so that I could see the swell of his ass, "Do they fit
alright?" he asked.


My hand involuntarily rose to stroke his ass, the silky feel of the
synthetic fabric against my hand was cool, but, I could feel Mark's heat
radiating from beneath.  My hand slipped along his ass and rested on the
back of this thigh, he turned back towards me and I could see his cock
growing in the briefs.  My hand came back around and slid across his
growing erection.  My fingers fluttered across the waist band.  I looked up
at Mark, his grey eyes had lost some of yesterday's edge.  He leaned
forward and kissed me.  His lips pillow soft against mine.  It took
everything in my power to not grab him and take him into my arms.  I took
my hand off his crotch and pulled away.  I looked into his eyes and said,


"No, not yet.  Not like this." and kissed him on the forehead while I
smoothed his hair, before drawing him into a hug.  I felt a wetness on my
shoulder and knew Mark was crying, but, whether it was from happiness or
relief I wasn't sure.




Later that afternoon I decided to go for a run and invited Mark to come
with me.  As much as I was beginning to like this kid, part of me still
felt a little uneasy leaving him in my home alone.  So far he had been an
exemplary guest, so, I reproached myself for being distrustful, but, as the
saying goes, you never know.  I changed into my running gear in the
bathroom while Mark waited for me.  SInce most of the clothing I bought him
was athletic wear he was pretty much set to go.


We rode the elevator down to the lobby and I had him do a few stretches
before we headed out.  I wasn't sure what Mark's physical fitness level was
so I decided to not push him too hard.  I decided on a simple 2.5 mile
there and back route.  We started off on our run and Mark seemed to be
doing a good job keeping pace.  I guided is to a nearby park where we would
be able to run a little better without the crush of people on the sidewalks
that surrounded my building.


In the park we followed the path through the evergreens and other trees.
As we approached the 2.5 mile mark I slowed down so that we could get a
quick rest.  Mark stopped a half step behind me, he had managed to start
sweating and he seemed to glow in the afternoon light.  I looked away so
that my thoughts wouldn't stray to the sexual.  I was successful for the
most part until I caught a whiff or his teen smell.  I inhaled deeply as I
caught his musky scent, reminding me of baby powder and the gym.


"Do you want to keep going, or, turn back?" I asked him as I turned back to
look at him.  He smiled and said, "Let's go a little further."


We resumed our run through the park, the path made a loop through the park
which we made twice around before we headed back towards my condo.  I was
impressed with Mark's stamina, he ran 7 miles on his first time out,
although, I was not sure if he ran on a regular basis before I found him.
Speaking of things that were lost and found I would need to start doing
some research about how best to handle this situation come Monday.


Back at my place I decided to fix us some lunch while Mark showered.  A
quick inventory of my pantry and refrigerator showed that I was running low
on supplies so I made a note to go grocery shopping tomorrow.  But for the
meantime I had enough to fix us a quick chicken stir-fry.  I was putting
the finishing touches on our plates when I heard Mark padding into the
kitchen.  He looked like a vision in his new Under Armour tank top and the
shorts I had let him borrow.  The shorts rode low on his hips and a bit of
skin showed beneath his tank top.  I bit my lip as I imagined running my
fingers across that peachy expanse.


We sat down to enjoy the meal.  Mark ate with relish, seeing him enjoy the
meal made me smile.


"So kiddo," I started, "How about you tell me a little more about
yourself."  Mark looked up at me and I could see a little bit of the edge
return to his eyes, he swallowed the bite he was chewing and said,


"What more is there to tell?"


I chuckled hoping to diffuse the tension a bit and not have him completely
draw back into himself.


"I'm just trying to help," I said as I placed my hand gently on his arm.
"How about school?" Do you go, did you go?"


Mark seemed to soften, but, I could feel retreating into his shell, as he
simply nodded his head in the affirmative and looked down at his half-eaten
plate.  I didn't push him I just let my hand rest on his hand and said,


"Ok bud when you're ready."  We ate the rest of our meal in silence.


After dinner I let Mark watch TV in the living room while I showered and
got ready for bed.  I was googling some information about the best way to
proceed with this situation while I lay in bed.  I wanted to have as much
information as possible before I made any decisions that would impact me or
Mark.  I was wrapped up in my research that I didn't hear Mark come in
until he was standing by my bed, and, was startled as a result.  We both
laughed.


"Is everything ok," I asked Mark once I recovered.  He nodded his head yes,
but, got very quiet.  Something was weighing on him.  I reached out and
gently caressed his arm, tears began to roll down his cheeks and he moved
forward and hugged me.


"It's gonna be ok, kiddo," I said as I stroked his hair and comforted him.


"I don't have anyone," Mark said in the faintest of whispers.  "My step-dad
says I killed my mom when I was young.  I barely remember her.  He would
say he never wanted me, but, if he was gonna feed and clothe me then I had
to earn it.  I had to be of use.'


"He would hurt me when he was drunk and he would get drunk all the time.
It was how he lost his job.  He blamed me for that too.  He wouldn't let me
have friends, not that I would want to bring anyone over to the pigsty we
called home.  No matter how much I picked up after him it was always a
mess.'


"He started touching me and using me when I turned ten.  He would make me
suck him off.  I had to come home straight from school and I had to be
naked the minute I got home.  He would make me drink his piss when he was
too drunk to get to the bathroom.  He said if I ever told anyone he would
say I was a liar and have them send me to jail, for lying and for killing
my mom.  Then, one day.'


"He brought some stranger home with him.  He made me bring the strange man
a beer and massage his shoulders.  Then he pimped me out to him.  I don't
know how much the man gave him, but, he gave him some bills and the man
started running his hands all over me.  I felt ashamed, but, excited at the
same time.  He made me suck his dick before he bent me over the couch and
fucked me right there.'


"My step-dad watched the whole time.  He just laughed and egged him on.
Even when I started crying out that he was hurting me.  He was just the
beginning.  Pretty soon he was bringing home strangers on a regular basis.
He even started secretly taping them so he could have insurance as he
called it if he needed it.'


"Finally, I couldn't take it anymore and I just left.  I don't know why,
but, I just didn't walk home from school one day.  I just started walking
and walking.  Eventually some guy offered me a ride.  I told him I was
going to Seattle and he told me to hop in.  So I got in.  We were driving
along when he pulled over and said ass, grass, or gas.  I didn't have any
money, so, ass it was.'


"After he finished he was actually nice enough to drop me off in Seattle.
I've been on the streets since."


Mark paused for a bit, his tears were a steady stream now as I could feel
my chest wet beneath where his cheek rested against my pec.  I didn't say
anything, I just held him, I smoothed his hair and ran my hand up and down
his back.


"I don't want to go to jail, Chris." he said and started sobbing.


Hearing his story broke my heart.  How could anyone have been so cruel to
him?  This kid had been dealt a bad hand in life, hopefully I could help
make it a little better.


"No, shh, you won't go to jail." I said as I continued to cradle him, "Your
step-father was a bad man, he should be the one going to jail.  Like I said
I will try and figure something out for us, but, for now, you can stay with
me and we will go from there."


Mark pulled away from me, looking at me with his steel-grey eyes, it was as
if he was piercing my soul.  He smiled and leaned forward, kissing me with
a passion that belied his age.  "Thanks," he said.


Mark shifted and straddled me, setting his butt just above my cock.  My
body involuntarily began to react to him.  He kissed me again as his hands
loosened the knot that held my robe.


"No," I said, between kisses, "You don't have to do this."


"I want to," Mark replied.


Mark attacked my lips with renewed fervor, I felt the last of my strength
slipping away, his tongue slid across my lips and probed here and there
seeking to enter my mouth.  I gasped and his tongue entered me.  Mark
licked and sucked at my lips as his hands opened my robe exposing me to
him.  His hands traced my abs before sliding up to my pecs.  His fingers
fluttered and traced circles around my nipples.  The boy knew his craft,
and, I believed he knew it well.


I gasped and moaned under Mark's touch.  His hot mouth moved away from mine
and he began to kiss my neck and down my traps.  He moved down to my
collarbone; licking, sucking and scraping along his path.  He moved further
down my body, until his hot mouth hovered over my nipple.


He paused above it, his hot breath giving me goosebumps.  He stuck out his
tongue and gently lapped at my nipple.  The gentleness was soon displaced
by his scraping teeth as he bit and sucked, like a baby hoping to nurse.
My cock was rock hard and leaking pre-cum by now.  Mark moved off me but
didn't release his mouth from my body.  He moved down to my abs, where his
tongue traced every peak and valley he found.  My cock throbbed in
anticipation of feeling his mouth.  I moved my hands up to caress his body.


My hand slid across the fabric of his tank top, it slid across the coarse
silkiness of his hair.  I ran my fingers through his hair, making me
realize that I would need to get him a haircut.  I exploded with pleasure
when his mouth made contact with my cock.  His warm, moist embrace was
almost too much.  His tongue flicked over my sensitive head and probed my
meatus.  He sucked like he was trying to pull my cum directly out of me.


Meanwhile, Mark slid his shorts off, my hand made its way to his ass.  I
caressed and stroked the smooth flesh there.  I could feel a light downy
coat of hair that I hoped would develop into a nice carpet.  My hand slid
across the slope of his ass and down to the back of his thigh.  Moans of
pleasure would escape from Mark as I slid my hand back and forth across the
expanse that was his haunch and ass.


Sliding off my dick with an audible pop, Mark, moved back up my body and
straddled me again, this time however, his ass hovered right over my rigid
spear.  My cock throbbed against his rosebud.  I reached over and searched
the drawer of my night stand for some lube.  I found it and handed Mark the
bottle before he impaled himself unlubed onto my ass.  He smiled and opened
the bottle and slicked us both up.


Then, I felt a tight, burning heat slowly engulf my cock.  His hot, velvet
tunnel slowly encased my cock.  We both gasped from the pleasure.  Mark
continued his downward descent on my cock throwing his head back and
groaning with pleasure.  I don't know why, but, fucking this boy with his
tank top on was driving me wild.  It took every inch of self-control not to
push up and ram my cock into him.


Slowly, slowly, Mark came to sit on my thighs.  His own little cock was
swollen and throbbing.  At thirteen he should hopefully be producing cum
and I was looking forward to tasting his sweet juice.  As he bottomed out
on my cock. Mark was panting like a dog.  His fabric enclosed chest heaved
with pleasure.


I was in paroxysms of pleasure as Mark began to slowly rock on my cock.
His ass walls were gripping and contouring themselves to my cock.  His
internal heat was searing my body, I wouldn't last long with him on my
dick.  Mark began to increase his tempo as he fucked himself on my cock.
My hands roamed his torso, sliding across the silky fabric of his tank top.


Mark arched his back and threw his head back as he impaled himself on my
cock over and over again.  His hands just above my knees squeezed my quads.
I wanted to roll him onto his back and fuck him, but, I was letting him
lead.  We would do this at his speed for now.  I wanted him to feel my love
for him and not make him feel like the whore he had been trained as.


Faster, and, faster Mark impaled himself.  My dick throbbed with
anticipation as my balls drew up in preparation of launching what would
surely be one of my biggest loads.  Mark's cock flopped about as he fucked
himself on me.  Our moans and gasps filling the air.  I gripped his cock
with one of my hands, his small shaft throbbed and felt hot in my hand.  I
started jacking him off and he began to cry out in pleasure.


"Oh Chris I'm gonna cum!" he cried out.  "Yes, baby, cum for me," I said as
he bounced up and down on my cock.


"Unh...Unh...Unh" Mark moaned, "Fuck!"


"Yeah, FUCK, I'M CUMMING!" I roared as blast after blast of cum flew out of
me and into his ass.


"AH!" Mark cried out as his cock sprayed his watery cum all over my chest
and abs, a few shots made it onto my chin and cheeks.  Mark shuddered under
the force of his orgasm and slowly leaned forward and lay on me.  My cock,
still hard, stayed lodged in his ass.  With my hand I wiped his cum of my
face and ate it.  His essence was like a sweet nectar.  We stayed like that
for a while both of us enjoying our post coital afterglow.


A few hours later I woke up, I must have dozed off after fucking Mark, who
was still laying on top of me.  I rolled him over to the bed and eased out
of bed and went to the bathroom.  I cleaned myself off and slipped my robe
off.  I walked back to bed naked.  As I neared it the site of a half naked
Mark made my cock start swelling up to full mast again.  In the moonlight
Mark looked truly angelic.  In that moment I resolved that I would do what
it took to keep this boy with me.  He filled me with such love.  Love that
I hadn't felt ever.  He made me feel things I hadn't felt since, well,
since my own failed romance.  I gently ran my fingertips across his hips
and secretly hoped that we could help each other heal.


Sliding back into bed, I felt Mark move back into me.  I looked down at
him.  My eyes took in every detail of his face.  I bent down and gently
kissed his lips and silently prayed that this would be a love found.




If you'd like, please check out my other stories on Nifty:


Mid-Life Discovery posted in the incest part of the archive
Cult of the All-Father posted in the incest part of the archive
Flipturn posted in the athletics/high school section of the archive