Date: Mon, 01 Feb 2010 18:15:45 -0500
From: zackarydillon@hushmail.com
Subject: Boys of Cockney Hills Chapter 4

The Boys of Cockney Hills
By Zachary Dillon

Disclaimer

This story is intended for mature audiences. If you are a minor or not
legally allowed to read erotic material, then please stop reading now. This
story involves sexual relationships between men and boys. If that's not
your thing, then please stop reading now. This story may contain
sado-masochism and bondage, if that's not your thing, please stop reading
now. If you can't separate fantasy from reality, then stop reading now. I
don't endorse or condone any of the actions taking place in this story,
it's just a story. In other words, don't try this at home.

Note to my readers

I haven't received much of a response regarding my stories, so I'm not sure
whether people are enjoying them or not. With that in mind, since I have a
busy life, I regret to inform you that this will be the last chapter in
this series that I'll be writing. It's selfish of me to draw time away from
those I love for the sake of writing stories, simply because I want to. I
will try to find someone to take over the series that I think can do it
justice, but this will be the last chapter for me. I still hope you enjoy
it and I want to thank those people that did write to tell me how much they
liked the story. With that being said, let start where we left off.

Chapter Four

Pete calls me to check on Oliver. He tells me he's got another weekend with
the little slave he met last week. He begged the guy and finally the kid's
master agreed to let Pete share him with me, if I wanted that is. I tell
him to go ahead and drop on by, if he's as cute as Pete says, he'll be
worth double teaming.

Oliver is sleeping on the couch. He looks so small and fragile, I'm not
sure what to do with him. I look over at Kyle, sitting in front of the
television playing a video game and wonder what's happened to me. My life
is so upside down and all I can think is, `I need to get out of this
house.'

I want to go for a walk, see something besides these four walls, but I
can't, I have to watch the boys. I wonder if I made the right decision,
then I see Oliver laying there and there's no question in my mind. I sit in
the chair in the living room watching him sleep, the way his chest rises,
just a little bit, as he parts his little pink lips and takes a breath.

I never took the time to really look at Oliver, but I do now and I see how
beautiful he is. His light brown hair is cut in a bowl pattern, an outdated
style, but still it looks good on him. The color of his hair doesn't seem
to go with his skin, a sort of soft tan with an olive hint, it's out of
place here in the states. If I was to guess, I'd think his parents were
European and Hispanic, but that's just a guess. It's nothing for him to be
ashamed of, he's a striking child. His features are soft and pleasant,
rounded like most little boys that age. He seems about the right size for a
boy of seven, maybe a little thin, but that could be because of
malnutrition.

There's no doubt that Oliver is a beautiful boy, even more so asleep. He
seems so at peace and content, not even aware of the world around him. I
sometimes think God made boy's soft and gentle so men would want to protect
them, to keep them and love them. I can't see how anyone could hurt such a
beautiful child.

I make some soup for lunch, chicken noodle. I bring a tray out to Oliver
and he eats two bowls. I watch him and try to get him to talk, but he's
quiet, frightened still. It'll take time for that to go away. Right now he
thinks I want to shove my dick up his ass and maybe he's right. When it
finally comes time to sodomize them, Kyle will go first, I know that. He'd
do anything to save his friend from suffering and Kyle's made it clear that
he believes that kind of sex is something to be suffered. Kyle also knows
that Oliver is so grateful he'd do anything to make me happy. If I asked
the little tyke now, he'd bend over the chair and bite a pillow til I was
done.

Being starved does that to a person. It makes them willing to go to any
lengths just to be full. I plan on filling up the boys, I'm not a saint or
a liar, I just want to do it as close to their terms as possible. Besides I
have a feeling of the three, Jordan's the one that needs a good
fucking. I'm surprised he hasn't shown up yet. I was expecting him before
morning cartoons were over, maybe he's gotten shy again.

I watch Kyle and I can see he's got his hand under his t-shirt, stroking
his little cock. I wonder if he wants me to catch him playing with
himself. Something's got to give here. I wait til I think he's almost
there, then I throw a rolled up paper towel at him. He pulls his hand away
and looks at me.

"What were you doing Kyle," I ask.

"Nothing," he says. "I was just watching TV."

"It looked like you were playing with yourself," I say.

"No I wasn't," he says, shaking his head, like somehow that made it true.

"Go to the study," I say.

"Why," he asks me.

"Don't ask questions," I say standing up, waiting for him to go ahead of
me.

I follow him to the study. he's walking slow, like he's heading to the
gallows. I reach down and swat his butt and he yelps and looks over his
shoulder, then picks up the pace. When we get there he sits on the bed,
pulling the bottom of his t-shirt down, obviously not wanting me to see his
stiff little prick.

"We talked about this," I say. "You can't play with yourself all the time."

"But I don't do it all the time," he says.

"You do do it all the time," I say, then remind him of the many times I've
caught him over the last two days.

"I know," he says an embarrassed look on his face, "but I can't help it. I
want to stop, but it just feels so good."

"I've got something to help you with that," I tell him, reaching into a
drawer to pull out a small box.

"No," he says, seeing what I'm holding in my hand. "I wont do it anymore, I
promise."

"It's too late for promises," I say reaching over to pull up his
t-shirt. His little rod is red and sore from all the tugging he's been
doing. I don't think he'll injure himself, but I know it can't be good for
him. I pull out a small metal ring about an inch wide. The ring is made to
deal with problems like this. Essentially it prevents a boy from having an
orgasm. I'm not sure how it works if the boy can't shoot cum, but I'm
willing to try anything to cure Kyle of his little masturbation problem.

"Please," he says, grabbing ahold of my arms. "I'll suck you."

"No," I say, pushing him back so he's laying down. "It's going on whether
you like it or not. You should have listened."

Kyle sobs as I take his stiff little prick in my hands and glide the ring
over the tip. I pull it down to the base and the boy whimpers. He knows
what's coming, I wonder if he's worn one before or just seen boys wearing
them. He squeals as I push each of his balls through the ring one at a
time.  Once they're through I turn a little nob underneath that locks the
ring so it's set to my DNA. I watch as the ring automatically starts to
tighten. Kyle isn't going to be taking it off til I say so.

The boy squirms on the bed, his hands reaching down to his crotch, trying
to release the ring from around his stiff little prick. Tears are forming
in his eyes and he gives me a pleading look. I just shake my head and stand
up.

"You can't make me wear this," he sobs, looking down at the silver ring.

"I can for medical reasons," I say, "and compulsive masturbation counts as
one."

"Please Master," he says, "I'll do anything."

"I'm sure you will," I say, "but that's not coming off any time soon, so
you might as well save your breath."

"You can masturbate whenever you want," he says, "I thought you liked me."

"I do like you," I said, "I like you a lot, but I'm not going to let you
jerk off all day. Look at your poor willy, it's all red and sore. You can't
stop yourself, this is going to help you to do that."

"I can stop," he said. "Oliver will suck it for me."

"I'm not going to make Oliver suck you all day," I said. "Just because you
can't stop tugging on your dick."

I can't help but find it arousing. His balls are pulled out from his body
now, tightly pressed against his little shaft. His dick will be hard most
of the time that he wears the ring. I can loosen it so it goes down if I
want, but the sight is oddly arousing to me. Besides the main reason people
use the rings is to punish the wearer for masturbating without permission,
if I took it off as soon as he asked me to, what kind of message would I be
sending the boy?

Don't get me wrong, there's nothing wrong with masturbation, at least not
before a kid makes seed, in fact a lot of masters encourage their slaves to
do just that so they can get them sexually charged. The problem is that
kids like Kyle start to do it all the time and it tends to deplete their
reserves, not to mention causes them to get sore.

Kyle's sitting on the couch fidgeting with the ring, trying to loosen it. I
don't say anything, he'll learn soon enough that there's nothing he can do
to loosen it, that it'll loosen on it's own when it's time. The ring is
made by an Atlantean company in New Athens, it automatically monitors the
vitals of the wearer to ensure that no harm will come to the boy wearing
it. It's only purpose is to keep the boy erect and almost completely
incapable of achieving an orgasm for as much time as possible.

I'm sure if Kyle tugged on his dick long enough he'd get some tingles, but
it would have to be a long time. For now he just sits there, pulling the
t-shirt up to look at his little stiffy, then he looks at me with these
pleading eyes. I just shake my head.

Oliver giggles. He thinks it funny to see his friend in misery, he doesn't
understand how much Kyle wants to jerk off, or maybe he does. Kyle tries
everything to get his ring off. He follows me to the kitchen and gets on
his knees. I don't say anything as he fidgets with my zipper and pulls out
my cock.

He goes to town like a boy with a mission. I groan as the head of my dick
brushes the back of his throat. He looks at me with his clear blue eyes,
trying so hard to please me. I feel his tongue brush the underside of my
cock, lavishing the bottom of my glans as he takes all but the tip in his
mouth and strokes the rest of my shaft with his fist. I stroke his hair,
moaning as I feel myself get close. I want nothing more than to come in his
mouth, but I know why he's doing this and I don't want to lead him on.

"I'm not taking the ring off buddy," I say. "you're going to wear it for
the rest of the day."

He stops sucking, holding my cock still in his mouth, I think he's
frowning, but I can't tell with his lips wrapped around my dick.

"You can finish up," I say, "but it's not going to make me take it off."

He takes my dick out of his mouth and looks at me, then says, "not even if
I swallow?"

"Nope," I say.

"But I got to do it so bad Master," he sobs, "Please Master."

"I tell you what," I say, "you let me fuck you and I'll make you cum."

He looks at me, his eyes wide with fear, lost in thought, then quickly
shakes his head no. I smile, happy to know he's not that compulsive that
he'd be willing to give up his ass for an orgasm. I shake my head and walk
towards the living room.

"What are you doing," he asks, following behind me.

"I'm going to have Oliver suck me off," I say, "since you don't want to."

"Please," Kyle says, "I can suck you. Don't make him."

"I wasn't going to make him," I say, "I was going to ask him."

"He wont say no," Kyle says, "he likes you too much."

"Too much," I say, "maybe you just don't like me enough."

"I like you," Kyle says, "I just..."

I look at the boy, wondering what he's thinking, for a second hating myself
for putting the boy through this, but then I realize that it's for his own
good. He's been so sexually stimulated he can't stop himself. I shudder to
think what kind of man he'll be if he doesn't get some control over it
now. He'll probably end up being one of those perverts who writes boy love
stories on the internet.

"I know," I say kneeling down in front of him. "Kyle, I really don't want
to do this to you, but you can't do it all the time. I tell you what,
tonight we'll take it off and I'll give you a really nice orgasm, but if
you touch yourself again, it's going to go right back on."

"Can't you give me one now," he asks in that whiney kind of voice kids get
when they want a new toy.

"No," I say, "tonight."

"Do you still want me to suck you," he says.

"I do," I say, "but I really want to do it with Oliver, but I wont if you
don't want me to."

"I don't want you to make him do that," Kyle says, "I love Bucket."

"Don't call him Bucket," I say, "his names Oliver."

"Sorry," Kyle says in a soft voice. "You can ask him, but if he doesn't
want to, please don't make him."

"That sounds fair," I say, patting the boy on the shoulder.

I walk into the living room and see Oliver sitting there watching a show. I
can see his small uncircumcised cock sneaking out from underneath his
t-shirt. The thought of having the little guy suck me is almost
overwhelming, it's only the sound of a knock on the door that stops me from
begging the boy.

I walk to the door and look through the peep hole and my heart skips a
beat. It seems Jordan has decided to make an appearance, only this time he
has Chris tagging along with him. Both boy's are looking around, obviously
nervous someone is going to spot them. Only boys that have a reason to feel
guilty do that, so either Jordan has told Chris what's going on at my
house, or Chris has committed some crime and decided to hide out at my
place, I think it's most likely the former.

I open the door and ask in my friendliest, non-pederastic voice, "hey guys
what's up?"

"Hi Mr. Rogers," Jordan says, "can we come in?"

I want to let them in, but at the same time I'm not sure what Chris knows
or what he's going to do with what he knows. I can't shake this image of
him going to the local abolitionist committee and exposing me as a slave
owner and pederast.

"I don't know boys," I say, "I have some guests."

I look at the boys. I notice that both of them are wearing clothes a couple
sizes too small for them. Chris is wearing a yellow t-shirt with a monster
truck on the front and a pair of tight blue jean cutt-offs that leave very
little to the imagination, in fact I can see a prominent bulge in the front
of his shorts. Jordan is wearing his typical tank top and shorts combo,
only the tank top is too small and leaves a bit of his tight light brown
belly exposed. The shorts the boy is wearing are clinging to his body like
a second skin, from the outline his little penis is making, I doubt he's
wearing underwear.

"He knows about Kyle," Jordan says, not oblivious to the fact I'm checking
them out, "he's cool. He wants to meet him and you know..."

"No," I say, trying to sound upset that he chose to tell Chris, even though
I was sure he would. "I don't know."

"Well he wants to do some stuff with him," Jordan says.

"You do," I say, trying to sound surprised as I turn to Chris. "What kind
of stuff."

"I'm not saying out here," Chris says, obviously impatient, "Can we come in
or not?"

"Of course," I say, the wheels in my mind working, "come on in."

The two boys walk in and Jordan immediately sees Oliver and asks, "who's
the new kid?"

"That's Oliver," I say.

"Hey Jordan," Kyle says, giving a little wave, "who's your friend?"

"This is Chris," Kyle says, "he wanted to meet you."

Kyle says nothing, instead he just gives them this little smirk and adjusts
his stiffy underneath his t-shirt.

"So what's up boys," I say looking at the two `dressed for sex' boys.

"I want to do stuff," Chris says, sounding a bit bashful.

"What kind of stuff," I ask, a bit surprised at how forward the boy is.

"All sorts of stuff," he says.

"He wants you to fuck him," Jordan says giggling.

"No I don't," Chris says, punching Jordan in the arm.

"Boys," I say, "don't fight."

I look at Chris, who's face has turned red and kneel down in front of him.

I place my hands on his shoulders, look him in the eye and whisper, "Do you
want me to fuck you?"

"Yes," he whispers back, "but I'll only do it for forty dollars."

"I'm not going to pay you," I say out loud, looking at the boy.

"What do you mean," he asks me, looking at Jordan, obviously thinking the
boy has lied to him.

"I mean I'm not going to pay you guys to have sex," I say as I stand up.

Chris looks up me, this curious look on his face, then he looks at Jordan
who looks like he's just been run over by a mack truck and says, "You mean
you want us to do it for free?"

"Hey," I say as I turn my back on him, "It's not like you're not getting
something out of it."

"What," Chris says in a angry voice, "I'll just be getting your dick in my
butt, you're the one that's going to enjoy that."

"I'll fuck you master," Oliver says, looking at me with his soft brown
eyes.

"I know you will," I say, smiling at the boy, "but right now I want you to
get your rest, maybe when you're feeling better."

"I feel fine," the little tyke says staring over the back of the couch, "I
can fuck you good too, Master Henry said I've got a real tight ass."

I look at the boy wondering what he's done with his previous master, I
kneel down in front of him and ask, "did Master Henry put his penis in your
bottom?"

"No," the boy said, almost as if he was embarrassed, "just his finger, but
he said it was really tight and that I was going to be a good fuck. Do you
I think I will be master."

"I know you will," I say, "but not today okay?"

"Why not," he says, rolling over to show me his pink little hole, nestled
in the cutest lightly tanned seven year old valley, "don't you like my
bottom?"

"Oh," I said, patting him on the leg, "I like it a lot, but today we have
guests, and if anyone should get fucked, it's them."

"I aint letting you fuck me for free," Chris says walking towards the door,
"come on Jordan, this guys whacked."

Jordan stares at his friend and starts to follow him then stops, looks at
me, and says, "No, I'm staying here."

"What are you a fag," Chris says, "you want him to fuck your ass?"

"Shut up," Jordan says, "he's my friend and I don't care if he pays me or
not. I like him."

"I'm not doing it for free," Chris says hesitantly. I can tell what's going
on, the boy isn't saying he wont let me fuck him, just that he needs
something to justify him letting me in his ass. He's probably been shoving
carrots up there for awhile, now he wants to know what the real thing is
like, well that's my fantasy anyways. I look at Kyle and a glimmer of hope
enters my heart.

"I'll let you fuck Kyle first," I say.

"I'm not letting him fuck me," Kyle says.

"If you do," I say, "I'll let you take off your ring."

Kyle looks at me, a frown on his face, then nods his head. I smile and look
at Chris, waiting to see what he'll say. He looks at Kyle and I can tell he
wants to. Kyle for his part pulls his shirt up revealing his little package
to the boy, nicely trussed up in the little cock ring.

"Okay," Chris says to me, "but you have to stop if it starts to hurt."

I nod my head, even though I know that once he lets me inside of him, he
can't stop me until I'm done. In case you haven't been listening, its
called the rule of penetration, once a boy gives a man permission to fuck
them and then lets that man penetrate them, the man can continue fucking
the boy til he cums. The law was instituted because of a pederasty scam
that was going on, where a group of boys were going around accepting a ton
of gifts from horny men, then leading the men on, but stopping them before
they had a chance to fuck. It wasn't a big deal until it started to spread
across the state. The only way to discourage the boys from trying the scam
was to change the law. I'm certain little Chris isn't really aware of the
whole law, but only the gist of it.

"You say the word and I'll stop," I say with a smile.

"Okay," he says, "but I get to fuck him first."

"Sounds good," I say.

I watch as the boy's get undressed, Kyle just needs to pull his t-shirt off
(note to self, buy Kyle something to wear), but Chris has to do more and he
does it slowly, almost like he's teasing me. I watch him remove his shirt
first, exposing his little smooth chest with the small almost invisible
pink nipples that seem hard as little diamonds. His belly is smooth, with
just the slightest hint of muscles that causes it curve down in to this
pleasant little `v', all building off of the cutest little lightly haired
pubis in the world.

I kneel down in front of the boy, unable to help myself. I run my hands
through his soft little pubes and for the first time, the obnoxious little
boy smiles. He watches as I take his limp little circumcised prick and
stroke it up and down. I can't get over how beautiful it looks, the pale
shaft, only about long as my index finger with the cutest light pinkish
colored tip, that looks good enough to suck. Leaking from the tip is the
smallest amount of fluid, a pleasant sign of more to come.

"You're beautiful," I say.

Not pretty, not handsome, but beautiful, and it's true, he is. I look at
this boy and I can see why I wanted him so much. He's not perfect, the
little mole on his side reminds me of that, but rather it's his
imperfections that make him so beautiful, the way his almost ruby colored
lips are bit bigger than they should be, and how his face is just a little
rounder than other boy's his age, it gives the appearance of young boy in a
larger boy's body. It brings out this innocent charm that you don't expect.

I look at Jordan and see the sadness there, not jealousy, but the thought
that he's going to lose me to the pretty white `gringo'. I hold out my hand
too him and he takes ahold of it as I pull him to me. He struggles with the
button on his pants, trying to pull them down, so he can expose his own
treasures to me. I smile at the boy, there are so many reasons to like
Chris, but there are so many more to love Jordan.

Jordan is a genuinely good child. His heart is sweet and his mind is still
caught in that place a child can live and love in, Chris is starting to
cross that threshold, even if he really doesn't want to. Maybe it's the
hormones, the fact he's more mature than his friend, I don't know, all I
know is that Jordan is one of the sweetest boy's I've ever met. He wants to
make you happy and he seems so lonely you want to take him in your arms and
hold him.

I look at Jordan and touch the end of his nose with my finger, then tell
him, "you're beautiful too."

He smiles and wraps his arm around my shoulder, looking at me with those
sweet dark eyes that I think I can drown in if I want to. I rub his back as
I stroke Chris's stiff little rod, rubbing the juice that rises up from his
pee slit around the tip. The boy moans, looking at me with his eyes almost
closed. I can't help but smile, he's been with a man before, I can tell by
the way he looks at me, how he moves his hips, not thrusting erratically,
but erotically.

"Have you had sex with anyone else," I ask him in a soft voice. He blushes
but shakes his head. I smile at him and ask, "who was it."

"I can't say," he tells me, this sad look suddenly coming across his
face. My first thought is his father or brother, maybe an uncle, someone
that shouldn't be touching him, but is.

I stifle my lust for just a moment and whisper in his ear, "you can tell me
if you want and I wont tell anyone."

He looks at me and then at Jordan, I motion for Jordan to go stand by
Kyle. When he's sure no one will hear him, he leans in and whispers his
dark secret into my ear. I rub his back, and for a second I wonder what the
world is coming to.


Kyle is bent over, his stiffy is still trussed up, but he doesn't seem to
care. Chris is kneeling behind him, blonde boy to blonde boy. I can feel
myself getting horny as I watch the two prepare to fuck. Chris is brutal,
but what can you expect. He takes the younger boy and grabs hold of his
hips and jabs his cock inside the boy's ass in three quick stabs.

Kyle winces and gives the older boy a crazy look, the kind of look that
says, `you try that crap with me and I'll kick your middle class ass.'
Chris stops stabbing and starts stroking, getting the hint. It doesn't stop
him from enjoying the smaller boy's bottom, in fact he's very vocal.

"Oh yeah," he moans as he slides his cock back and forth, gasping. "you're
so tight."

"You're so big," Kyle says in reply, knowing how to turn the older boy on.

They couple like rabbits, Chris doesn't even move his hips back, he just
grinds them against the younger boy, moving ever so slightly in the tight
chute. Kyle coos as he feels the slim little rod poke that pleasant little
spot in his bottom. I watch the two, feeling my cock stiffen in my shorts,
without thinking, I sit on the couch next to Oliver and pull my cock out.

Oliver stares at it, not with fascination, but a knowledge I can't help but
think he shouldn't have, for some reason it saddens me a bit. He grabs my
cock as casually as he might a toy and I can't help but wonder how much the
kid has had to go through. I take his wrist in my hand and pull it away.

"You don't have to do that," I tell him.

Oliver looks at me and shrugs, turning back to the action in front of
him. Jordan snuggles up next to me, naked as a jaybird. I wrap my arm
around his shoulder and pull him tightly to me. I lean down and kiss him on
the lips, he looks up at me like I'm strange, but doesn't resist. I lean
forward again and run my tongue against his lips, for a moment nothing
happens, then he gets the hint and opens his mouth. He pushes against my
tongue with his own, the sensation is so intense I feel my cock throb, then
there's that little grip again. I look back over at Oliver and he's
grinning at me as he strokes my cock.

"You don't have to," I say, "I don't want you to do anything you don't want
to."

"You look funny when I play with it," he says smiling at me. I reach out
and tickle him, causing the boy to let go of my dick as he curls up into a
half naked ball and laughs uncontrollably.

Jordan is smiling, he crawls off the couch and helps me attack the little
guy. After about twenty seconds he's threatening to pee, so we stop. He
looks up at us smiling and I feel this emotion welling up in me, one I
can't place. I reach out and stroke Oliver's hair gently and he looks up at
me and for the first time I see what he looks like when he's happy.

Jordan crawls between my legs and takes my cock in my hands, I think he
wants my attention, when he swallows half of it in his mouth, I know he
does. I groan at the sensations and watch as the boy pushes me in and out
of his mouth.

Kyle is moaning, his head down on the carpet. I can tell he wants to come
so bad, but the little ring isn't letting him. Chris isn't having the same
problem, he's thrusting like a madman at Kyle's tiny bottom, fucking the
boy like it's the last fuck he'll ever have in this lifetime.

Kyle's dominance is over, he gives himself over to the older boy, letting
the boy roll him over so he can fuck him missionary style. He grunts as the
boy pushes all the way in in one stroke. He lets out little groans as the
older boy struggles to bring himself to orgasm.

Suddenly Kyle's eyes bug out and he starts to thrash around. Chris grabs
the boy by the hips and holds him on his cock. I realize it's an anal
orgasm. I didn't think they were real, but here is a little nine year old
caught in the middle of one. I guess a cock ring doesn't do much to stop a
prostate massage. I call it a freebie and wonder how far off Chris is.

It doesn't look like he's too far gone, he starts to swear, and I mean
words I wont tell you, calling Kyle nearly every name in the book, but Kyle
doesn't even flinch, apparently he's made of rubber and Chris is made of
glue.

When Chris comes, he's completely silent, literally holding his breath as
his pale cheeks flush and his little dink spasms in the boy's bottom,
ejecting the meager juices the boy has to offer. When he's done, he looks
down at the smaller boy and smiles.

"Why did you have to call me names," Kyle says in an angry voice. "I don't
call you a mother-fucker do I?"

I can't believe how good Kyle's hearing is. Chris blanches, his face
turning a bright red. I push Jordan away from me and rush over to the boy,
hugging him close to me. Tears start to stream down his face as he kneels
there, like he's lost in the headlights of an oncoming car.

"I didn't want to," he says sobbing, "she made me. I swear."

"I know," I say, rocking the boy in my arms.

He looks at me, tears streaming down his cheeks and I glare at Kyle, he
jumps up and leaves the room without having to be told. Jordan is sitting
on the couch wondering what's going on. Oliver knows though, despite the
age difference, and he comes over and pats Chris on the shoulder.

"It's alright," he says softly, wrapping his arms around the boy, "I was a
cum bucket for awhile."

Chris looks at the boy for a moment and then laughs. Oliver smiles at him
and rests his head on the boy's chest. I stand up and let the boy's hold
each other, understanding that what they have to share between each other
will heal more than I ever could.

I don't fuck Chris. I just can't bring myself to do it. I actually do
something I never thought I would, I call the authorities. I can't send him
home to that. As a child I was used by many people, but nothing ever
humiliated me more than when it was a woman. I can't imagine if my own
mother had done something like that to me.

Chris doesn't try to stop me, he just wants it to end. Secrets can kill
you, at least on the inside. I hold him in my arms as the Social Worker
asks if I'm his mentor. I look at the boy and say, yes. They tell me he can
stay with me until custody is worked out, but that I shouldn't try to do
anything for awhile, that it might just traumatize him more. I tell them
I'm old school, that there's no need to worry.

Chris and Oliver sleep on the pullout in the study. I have Kyle in bed with
me. He's snoring softly, his mouth hung open, a blissful look on his face
as he absentmindedly massages his freed little prick. I smile at the boy.
Half the time he doesn't even know when he's doing something good.

To be Continued