Date: Thu, 9 Dec 2010 14:24:41 -0500
From: wild wing <wildwing66@hotmail.com>
Subject: I'M AVAILABLE - 3

Monday morning found me in my office back at my draught board.  It was my
responsibility to complete and co-ordinate several drawings for a large
condominium project to be built in the downtown core.

I really tried hard to put in an honest days work.  It wasn't happening.
Every few minutes I would close my eyes and envision Kevin.  I saw his
smile, heard his laugh and pictured his sensuous walk.  I finally told the
boss I wasn't feeling too well and left early.

I drove aimlessly, my head full of thoughts about where the relationship
was going.  I didn't want to push it too fast. He had just turned thirteen
for Christ sake.  It would be best if I could be a mentor for him, a safe
haven if you will.  As much as I wanted sex there was lots of time to allow
it to happen naturally if it was to happen at all.  For now I reasoned his
simple presence was enough to add immense pleasure to my world.

As I arrived at the parkette I realized that he was waiting for me.  He
hopped into the front seat, reached across, and gave me another peck on the
cheek.

"This kissing could get to be a habit," I remarked.

He grinned and explained, "I can't help it.  It just seems the right thing
to do."

"I love it!" I admitted.

His entire face lit up in glee.

"Kevin, how would you feel if I told you that we are going to spend a few
hours at my house this evening?"

"Great!" he answered, "I was hoping you were going to say that."

I was fortunate to inherit a modest bungalow from my favourite grandfather.
I could have afforded more but this small house served my bachelor needs
well.  It had a lovely flower garden that I tried my best to maintain.  I
had converted one of the two bedrooms into an office in the home but apart
from that and a few minor furniture changes the house was much as my
grandfather had left it.

Kevin was already impressed as we pulled into the driveway.  "This is
nice," he commented.

While I was proud of it I knew it was not pretentious.  Accordingly I
deduced that his own abode must be on the seedy side.

He immediately insisted on exploring the house.  I retired to the kitchen
to prepare some of my home made stew.  I guessed that he probably hadn't
eaten properly before he left.  Sure enough when he sat down he gobbled it
down and then politely asked for more.  He also barraged me with questions
about the house.  In particular he wanted to know who all the people were
in the pictures that were liberally sprinkled about the place.

We retired to the living room and Kevin chose to sit on the couch beside
me.  He seemed to make a point of making body contact.  I wrapped a free
arm around his waist.  I went on to explain how I got the house and that it
was my grandfather who appeared in most of the photos.

"He must have been a very nice man," Kevin concluded.

"He was Kevin.  You would have liked him."

"You were lucky.  I wish I had a grandfather, well at least one I know
about."

"Well," I told him, "At least you have me.  I want to help you as much as I
can for as long as you allow me to.  You are safe here.  You can ask me
anything you wish and hopefully if you have problems you will tell me about
them so that we can solve them together."

Kevin made direct eye contact and responded, "Do you really mean that?"

"Of course I do.  You are a wonderful boy and I would love to help you."

Kevin unexpectantly reached over and grabbed me in a bear hug.  "Thanks
Max. You have made me very happy!"

I told him I had a copy of the new Superman movie and would he like to see
it.  Kevin admitted he never went to the movies and would love to view it.
We spent the next couple of hours watching Mr. Reeves do all manner of
daring deeds.  Kevin whooped and hollered as he sat beside me on the couch.
I believe I enjoyed watching his antics more than the movie.  Three hours
vanished quickly and I reminded him it was time to take him home.

Kevin instantly turned serious and stared at me with huge doe eyes.  He
asked, "Can I stay here tonight Max?"

I was taken aback.  Kevin was amazing the way he expressed emotion with his
entire face especially his eyes.  I would come to find it almost impossible
to deny a request.  This time however I was firm in my conviction that his
request was an impossibility.

"Do you want me to get arrested for child kidnapping?  Your mother is
probably already worried because you are late."

He turned his face to the floor.  "She doesn't care!"

"What do you mean she doesn't care?  Of course she cares. You are her son."

Kevin looked up.  Tears were rolling down his cheeks. "Those boyfriends I
told you about Max ..... they.......they're not boyfriends. They are
customers!  She doesn't want me there.  She says I make too much noise.
Some of them get upset when they learn there is a kid in the house. Then
she screams at me."

There was no consoling him now.  The tears were flowing non stop.  Doing
the only thing I could think of I held my arms out.  He accepted my hug and
placed his head against my chest.

Kevin continued, "One of her customers was my father.  She doesn't know
which one and she didn't even learn their names."

"I'm sorry Kevin," was all I could think of to say.

"Mom also says she doesn't want any queer kids in her house."  He paused
before adding, "She hates me!"

The convulsions continued for some time.  I caressed his hair and stroked
his cheek.  I wondered how any mother could treat a boy in such a fashion,
especially one as wonderful as Kevin.

"Sometimes I stay out all night.  Sometimes I sleep at a friend's house.
When I get home she never asks where I've been.  She doesn't care!"

I could feel the tears well up in my own eyes.  I was completely melted.  I
waited until his heaving subsided before I spoke.  "Kevin i believe
everything you have told me but it is easy to exaggerate a little here and
there.  I need to know if everything you told me is exact especially how
your mother treats you and how she feels about you staying out at night."

Kevin didn't hesitate.  He bent his head, stared into my eyes and
whispered, "It's all true."

"Then I'm prepared to take the chance," I told him, "You can stay the night
and I'll drop you off at school in the morning."  I didn't know it was
possible to hug me any harder.  Kevin found a way.

I declared, "We do have a logistic problem or two.  You brought no spare
clothes.  Do you want clean clothes for the morning?"

"I love to be clean.  I do all my own laundry.  Just tell me where the
machine is."

Ignoring his request I went on, "Do you want a shower before bed or in the
morning."

"I'd like one now please."

'Okay," I agreed, "But we still have another problem.  I don't have a guest
bed.  I'll tell you what.  While you take your shower I'll wash your
clothes and make up the couch.  You can sleep in my bed."

Kevin produced a look of determination that I hadn't seen before.  "No Max
I want to sleep with you tonight."

I recognized that his emotions were stretched and that he was probably in
need of support.  Kevin was also demonstrating that he not only wanted an
adult friend, he was desperate for one.  On the other hand sleeping
together could lead to debauchery and I might be the one to initiate it.  I
felt it dangerous to allow sex at this stage.  I needed to learn more about
him.  I decided to buy time.

"Hmmm.  Let me think about that one." I replied.  "Okay then, it's getting
late.  Take your shower and give me your clothes."

I fully expected him to step into the bathroom and hand out his clothes
around the open door.  Instead he began to strip directly in front of me.
Was he immodest or putting on a show?  I should have excused myself.
Instead I stood frozen in place taking in each delight as it unfolded in
front of me.  Almost immediately my erection began to strain for freedom.
It took all of what little control I had left not to grab him, throw him on
my bed and ravage him.

His shirt came off first revealing two quarter sized nipples that were
slightly raised.  A little small for his age he had the musculature of a
younger boy.  His navel was flat and quite neat.  Like his face there
wasn't a blemish or scar to be seen anywhere.  After removing his shoes and
socks he unceremoniously undid his belt and added his pants to the growing
pile.  His finely tapered legs were as hairless as the rest of him.
Without a pause he doffed his underpants.  Now standing in all his glory he
looked into my eyes expectantly waiting for a reaction.

"Kevin," I gulped, "You are one beautiful boy.  You are absolutely
perfect."

"Do you really think so?" he asked his eyes gleaming.

"I know so!" I confirmed.

"No one's ever told me that before," he added.

With that he reached out and hugged me again.  I could feel his member,
flaccid just a moment ago begin to harden.  I reached behind him, placed a
hand on each ass cheek and drew him in even closer.

"I love the way you are holding me," Kevin purred.

"I think I'm going to love seeing you naked," I responded.

Kevin looked up and grinned again, "That's great cuz I love to be naked!"

With that he gave me a quick peck on the lips, spun around and disappeared
into the bathroom.