Date: Wed, 10 Dec 2014 00:49:15 -0800 From: Gary.S <gary.stratford@hushmail.me> Subject: Lively Boys - Part 7 Lively Boys [Part 7 - Lively Boys - The loop and Lucas] ***** By now most of you know my stance on boys or at least hopefully you know that I believe boys to be sexual beings. No not that all of them are always only concerned with sex. However, sexual interaction between boys, between men, as well as between boys and men is a very natural occurrence that has no predefined outcome. Homosexual interaction between two males does not predestine them to be homosexual for the rest of their life nor does it in itself indicate one's sexual orientation. Powerful emotions can exist even in the youngest of boys. Strong sexual urges can exist and manifest in boys who have just started entering the realm of puberty. Up until puberty starts those feelings, emotions and urges are less likely to occur, but still may manifest. That is why some boys who are pre-pubescent may act in a sexual manner, but really fail to cultivate or follow through with the sexual play (IE they may show their naked bodies and jerk or play with their penises, but it is just another toy for them) unlike their pubescent and older male counterparts. Boys, yes even those staunchly heterosexual ones, will on average say yes to a blowjob from another boy or even a man if they know they will not be publicly embarrassed for receiving it. A smaller number will even allow you to touch, caress, lick and even fuck their precious little asses. A larger percentage will allow you to touch them to include touching their penises. Most crave the physical attention and contact of other males (boys and more so of men). Their desire to be accepted as a man is so ingrained that a few will submit to almost any type of test or ritual in order to gain that acceptance - even if there is a lot of discomfort and some pain. This story segment depicts such interaction. This story depicts the sexual activity between an adult male and an underage boy. If you aren't supposed to be reading this type of story, then stop. Otherwise enjoy what you read. Gary - older male Lucas - teenage boy [13] Please let me know what you think (garystratford@yahoo.com). ***** ...Lucas began to adjust to the different look and feel of the gear. He strutted around a bit as we walked out to the bike. We put our helmets on and I climbed aboard the bike and was about to start it when he came up to me and said, "Thank you, Uncle Gary." I smiled at him and nodded. "You are very welcome. Now, get on and hold on. We are going for a nice ride." I said and righted the bike then started it. I steadied the bike in its upright position. The engine came alive, love that throaty rumble. Lucas climbed up onto the seat behind me. He nestled in and then leaned forward, hugging me tight. Oh what a feeling. I put the bike in gear and let out the clutch. We were off, heading for the nice twisty road of the loop. ***** Part 7 - Lively Boys - The loop and Lucas 45 minutes later we reached the foothills of the Cascade Mountains. I was heading for a nice place off the beaten path, away from the major stretches of highway. One of many roads that serpentined its way through the mountains. This one led to a secluded spot that had decent camping, a place for undisturbed alone time or even a sexual interlude. No, I was not spiriting Lucas away into the mountains to rape his ass or anything like that, nor was I taking him away to convince him to have more sex with me. I had already resigned myself to honoring my commitment to never violate his trust in me ever again. If we were to ever have any other sexual interaction, it would be his choice. My goal here was to show him this wonderful place of solitude and discernment. I had taken Jennifer here shortly after Craig had died. To let her know I would try to do what I could to be there for her and for Lucas. To let her know that it was okay to hate the fact that Craig had died a senseless death, but to also honor him and his memory. I pulled off the freeway and into a gas station. As I turned off the bike Lucas indicated he wanted to get off to use the restroom. He got off the bike and sort of jogged towards the station bathrooms, the doors to which were on the outside of the main building. I loved watching that 13 year old ass prominently displayed in those jeans. Yummmmmmmy. A few minutes later Lucas came back to the bike and I decided to take the opportunity to use the bathroom. I headed off to the restroom, stopped and turned around and gave Lucas some money. "Will you please get some drinks and snacks. We might get hungry and thirsty up there." I said as I pointed in the general direction of the mountains. Off I went to the restroom while Lucas jogged into the store. I came out of the restroom and found Lucas already back at the bike, bag in hand waiting for me. I opened the trunk of the bike and Lucas deposited the bag. I noticed a bit of chocolate on his lips and his cheek. I smiled at him and pointed at the chocolate. "Seems like you had a snack already." I said. Lucas smiled and nodded then wiped his lips and cheek, checking in one of the mirrors to make sure he got the remnants. I climbed on the bike and steadied it as Lucas climbed back on board, again hugging me tightly. I started the bike and motored back onto the road. We drove on and started getting into the section of the road where there were several tight turns and quite a few 'S' curve sections. Now the big touring bikes like the FLHTC are not quite as nimble as the crotch rockets a lot of folks ride, but it has plenty of power to push through the curves at a decent clip, the only issue is you don't want to lean too far as you tend to scrape metal too often. As I had instructed previously, Lucas leaned with me as I kept the bike moving as quickly and safely through the various tight turns and such. As he leaned with me he also sometimes cinched up tightly behind me. Sometimes I have a back rest between me and that pylon seat, but on this occasion I did not, which allowed more contact between Lucas and me, specifically between his groin and my back. Even through the leather jacket it was apparent he had sprouted wood. He would sometimes grind that hard pecker into my back. It was probably a combination of the jeans, the vibration of the bike and horny boy. Nonetheless, I could tell he was erect and enjoying the ride. We motored on and occasionally I would press my back against him and he would sort of grind into me. Interesting sensation since the rear seat is cantilevered back a bit to sort of put the back seat rider in such a position that they lean back against the backrest (yeah most people like to use the term 'riding bitch' however, I hate that term). It also positions the person's crotch up above the driver's lower back, so as was the case with Lucas his teen hard on was pressing firmly into the lower portion of the center of my back and coupled with the thickness of my jacket was just a big lump of pressure, no real definition, but definitely a hard on was present. About an hour after we left the gas station I pulled off the main road onto a service road. It was paved for a while and then became hardpan dirt and firmly packed gravel. I slowly motored the bike deeper into the forest. We arrived at my targeted destination. I pulled the bike into an area that overlooked a valley that spread out before us. As soon as I turned off the bike the silence enveloped us. It is a weird sensation, the throaty rumble gone and so silent you hear this swoosh of nothingness as if all sound was being vacuumed away quickly. Of course this does not last too long, quiet sure, but soon there are some noises of the forest. Nature speaks to you, some birds chirping, maybe an insect or two and if you are lucky some larger animal may sound off in the distance. I steadied the bike and was going to signal Lucas that it was okay to get off when his helmeted face came along side mine. He started to speak then decided to take his helmet off. I took mine off and before I could turn sideways I felt Lucas lean against me and hug me with his free arm as he actually nibbled on my ear and kissed my cheek. I pulled away a little, as his actions kind of surprised me. "Um, Lucas. What was that you were doing?" I asked. He blushed and then leaned in close. "Geez Uncle Gary, I am so freaking horny. Would you suck my dick?" He pleaded. To this day I am not sure how I managed to pull him over me and onto my lap, but I did just that. I twisted around to my left, hiked my left arm up under his right arm and cinched my bicep into his armpit allowing me to give him half a bear hug. I then did a modified hip check and thrust, well as best as one can when standing spread legged trying to keep a big Harley from falling over. "Whoaaaa, hey." Yelped Lucas as he ended up laying across my thighs. I had him on his back across my thighs. I then worked with him until he sat with his butt on the gas tank and had his legs draped over my thighs, our helmets dropped with a quiet thud onto the grass and pine needle covered forest floor. "Lucas, I didn't bring you up here to have sex. I need you to understand that is not all I want from you." I said. Lucas blushed a bit, bit his lower lip and then offered. "If I let you fuck me, will you suck me off then?" I shook my head and grabbed my face in my hands. I groaned in frustration. Then I grabbed Lucas's face in my hands and leaned in and kissed him full on the lips. I pulled back from the kiss. "Lucas, if you want me to suck your dick I will suck it. I do not need any promises for other favors from you to do it. I would gladly give you a blowjob, virtually any time you want, really I would." I said and then kissed him on the forehead, still holding his face in my hands. "I need you to understand that you are not just a sex toy or my pleasure boy. I love you dearly and will do just about anything you want me to do, solely because I love you as Lucas, not because you are willing to have sex with me." I finished. "Okay." He answered. He bowed his head down a bit. I cupped his chin in my hand and pulled gently and slowly upward until he was looking at me. He opened his misty eyes and I noticed at least one tear trail down his left cheek. I reached up with my left hand and gently wiped that tear trail away. I looked him in the eyes. We stared at each other for a few moments. I then told him how I felt. "Lucas, you mean the world to me. I truly am sorry for what happened last night regarding the keys." I said and looked up towards the canopy of the trees, holding back the tears. I lowered my head to look at Lucas again. "I have no excuse for the way I treated you, especially since all you did was stand your ground and do what you had been asked to do, to keep me safe. I will tell you that was unique for me. Very few men have ever been so, um, defiant towards me, let alone a thirteen year old." I finished. He stared at me. I moved my hands down to his prominently displayed bulge. His eyes widened and his lips formed a small oval as I cupped and fondled his semi-erect cock and balls. I licked my lips and took off my coat. I wadded it up and stuck it behind Lucas so that he had something to cushion him as he leaned back against the top of the gas tank and the fairing/windshield. I slowly unzipped his pants and fished out his now firmly erect cock. I stroked his cock and gripped it firmly in my fist. He hissed and bucked his hips slightly at my touch. I leaned over and was able to get the head of his cock and most of the shaft into my mouth, contorted slightly, not really comfortable for either of us. However, in this charged state he was not destined to last long anyway. I milked his cock upwards as I sucked on his shaft and let my tongue slide around the engorged head of his cock. He squeaked and grunted then tensed as he thrust his hips upwards and straightened his legs. His cock swelled a bit more and out shot a fairly substantial jet of cum followed by some oozing cum as his cock spasmed in my mouth. In the past 24 hours that volume of cum produced increased quite a bit. I thought to myself. He must be on the verge of quite the change, puberty will be in full bloom soon. I firmly milked his cock upward squeezing out the last vestiges of cum like one does with a tube of toothpaste, mindful not to apply too much pressure. Lucas hissed and ooohed, "Geez, wow, that was oh, wow, um, gosh, shit quick though." He panted. I nodded and when he looked at me I opened my mouth and cupping the tip of my tongue I showed him the mixture of cum and spit. His eyes widened again, he blushed and smirked a bit. I pulled my tongue back into my mouth, tilted my head back and swallowed what was in my mouth, I leveled my head and stared at him as I slowly licked my lips. "Delicious." I said and then added, "Great vintage, aged well at 13 to mature to perfection over the next few years." I finished. Lucas sat up and then leaned forward and we hugged. He looked up at me and tilted his head sideways opening his mouth slightly and I leaned my head down so our lips could meet and we kissed, he welcomed my tongue in his mouth as I slaved it around the inside of his mouth brushing his tongue with it and finally sucking on his tongue as our kiss ended. He drew his arms up against his chest, I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him close, his face nuzzled against my chest as I rocked back and forth slowly. We snuggled together and I held him tightly against me for several minutes. Finally Lucas leaned against my gripping arms and looked up at me. "Thank you for that blowjob. I really needed and wanted it." He said. I smiled. "My pleasure. However, I really need you to know that I did not bring you out here so I could have my way with you. That crack about letting me fuck you was completely unnecessary." I reaffirmed. "Lucas, please know that if I could take back my actions of last night I would. I can't, so I have to wait until you can forgive me for being unable to control myself." I stated solemnly. Lucas smiled at me, "Aw Uncle Gary, I forgive you. I guess I understand what happened, I know you were not trying to be mean to me." He said somewhat reassuringly, that is for a 13 year old boy. I sighed. "I really want you to know that sex can be a very powerful thing between two people. It really should never hurt and should not be used as a weapon, which is kind of the way I used it the other night. A weapon and I abused your trust in me, in what really amounts to rape." I said. Lucas shook his head and surprised me by saying, "Well, sure you could call it rape. However, I think I let something get out of hand. Um you see, I wanted to try it ever since I saw you and Max together a couple of weeks ago and well, I thought I had figured out a way to make it happen. I just did not count on you being sort of angry, that's all." He confessed. I was blown away and started to think about what Lucas thought he had witnessed. I searched my memory for a guy named Max and the only one that came to mind was the boy who mowed my lawn and did yard work for me. My heart jumped wildly in my chest and my eyes widened in surprise and confusion and I started to blush. "Um, Lucas, when did you see Max and me?" I asked. He blushed and realized he had basically confessed to be a naughty little voyeur. "Well, at first I could not figure out what was happening. I came over to your place the Thursday prior to last week and noticed Max's bike on the porch of your house, but could not find either of you. The lawn had been freshly mowed, but the lawn mower was out back in the shed. I then walked up to the back door and just when I was about to knock on the door I realized I could see Max. At least from the side and it appeared as if he was jumping on the couch or at least leaning onto the back of the couch while he jumped on the couch, he was jumping around and he had his shirt off, his eyes closed and was yelling something and seemed to be into what was happening." He described the scene, paused and then continued. "I was wondering what was going on so I went around to the side window near the swing set and climbed up onto the heat pump unit, so I could get a better look and that is when I noticed that you had Max gripped tightly by the waist and it dawned on me you were actually fucking him in the ass. I was a bit confused, but watched until you finished. You pulled out and took care of your condom and Max seemed to be smiling and finished by jacking off his own dick, no cum from him though. He seemed to like what you did to him." He finished. I nodded. I sighed. "Yes, Max is a unique young boy. All he wants is to be fucked and fucked kind of hard. Never seen anything like it and I think it is because he is actually getting fucked by a few other guys. It is consensual though." I said as if that really mattered. Max is 12 and was a very interesting and surprising one for sure. He started mowing my lawn and taking care of yard work for me a few months ago, it was his idea and desire for the sex, again if that really mattered in the world today (*** however a story for another time - he was a very interesting boy that Max, almost insatiable - one in a million really ***). I looked at Lucas. "So, you are a voyeur huh? You liked what you saw, but why did you want to do it too?" I asked. He blushed deeply. "Well, I asked Max about it the next day and he told me he liked it and you were very nice to him. He also did not want me to tell you because he was afraid you would stop doing it with him, so please don't tell him I talked to you about it, please." He pleaded. I chuckled. "Well, who am I to betray a secret?" I asked. "I had wanted to ask you about it and what it meant to have that type of sex, but I never had the opportunity until last night when you basically told me it was the keys or my ass. I thought it would be a bit more fun, but I guess I hadn't counted on you being a bit drunk and angry. I also hadn't thought about the size of your cock compared to my, um butt hole." He stated. He looked at me and asked quietly. "If I liked it and wanted to do it again, would it mean I was gay?" I shook my head. "Lucas no. The act of sex does not make you gay." I stated and took one of his hands and grasped it in my hands, I pulled it to me and held it against my chest. "Being gay is inside you, it is the core you that is either gay or bi or straight or whatever. It is not what you do with your cock or your mouth or even your ass." I stated and added. "Sure, some of that sex is key to being able to enjoy the gay feelings and gay self, but not everyone experiences it. Also, there are very few men or boys who would turn down a blowjob if they knew they would not be harassed or teased or embarrassed by someone even if that blowjob was given by another guy." I chuckled. Lucas looked at me. "What's so funny?" He asked. I reached down and stuffed Lucas's limp cock back in his jeans and zipped them up then buttoned the waist closed. I helped him off of the gas tank and he stood next to the bike as I leaned it into the kickstand and swung my leg off to stand next to Lucas. "Let's take a walk." I said and we walked over to edge of the clearing and I motioned to sit down on the edge of an outcropping. From there you could see this nice valley spread out in wondrous beauty. Lucas breathed deeply and looked out at all of the wonderful forest beauty. "Nice." He said. I nodded. "Lucas, this is a very nice place. Maybe one day you might bring someone here to romance her. You might one day bring your son or daughter here to share some pearl of wisdom about life or such or you might just come here by yourself to scream, cry or even laugh about your day or life. I have found it to be a very comforting place." I said. Then offered. "I have come here to scream my head off and try to figure out what to do with my life. I used this place to decompress so to speak whenever I would come back from a deployment or some other overseas type trip. It is a great place to ask very deep questions either out loud or in the silence of your mind. Sometimes you can even have an argument with someone out here and basically allow the anger or frustration to drift off into the forest." I finished. Lucas looked at me. "Um, Uncle Gary. I have a question for you. I asked my mom once, but never understood why she hesitated when she answered and she was a bit weird about the actual answer." He started prepping his question. Before he continued I held up a hand. "Lucas, before I let you ask your questions, I need you to understand something. I love your mother very much, no not in a romantic way, but as a best friend a best female friend. I will do my best to answer your questions, but I won't divulge something I think your mother would not want me to divulge as there are something's we as people, friends and adults protect from others. Some secrets should not be shared by a third party. So, if you will accept the fact I may tell you to ask your Mom the question and may not answer it, then ask away." I stated. He nodded. "Okay, don't expect me to like the answers then." He kind of huffed and then after a brief pause asked pointedly. "Are you my real father?" Wow, very straight forward and to the point. I looked at him. I was silent for a bit. I looked out over the expanse of trees, the lush landscape spread out before us and the little creatures that ran here or there or flew about. Yes, there is a good reason for a thoughtful response. I shook my head slowly. "Lucas, no I am not your biological father." I answered. Lucas responded and sort of hunched his shoulders. "Oh, okay." He looked at me with an extremely pained expression on his face. "Why did it take you so long to answer?" He asked and leaned closer to me against my side. "Well, I asked your mother that very question one day. She looked at me through teary eyes and told me how much she would have loved to have had my son, but no you were not my son. Besides the math doesn't work out, so that kind of confirms it. Like I have said before I would have been very proud to be your father, but I doubt we would have had sex or did what we did on the bike there a bit ago." I said. He sobbed a bit. "What's the matter Lucas?" I asked. "I really never knew my dad and you are the closest to an actual father I am ever going to have. I just was hoping it would be true that is all. What my Mom told me still does not make sense though." He stated. "What was it your Mom said about this subject that has you perplexed?" I asked as I did not want to say something that would cause more pain. "Well, she said something about the fact that if Gary's son was alive, I..." He started and pointed at himself then continued. "I would not be here for her to love so much." He finished. I closed my eyes and sighed heavily. "What did she mean by that Uncle Gary?" He pressed. I rubbed his back and hugged him tightly to me. Since it was clear Jennifer had opened the door already, what more could I add that she wouldn't approve of I really did not know, so I took a deep breath and thought about it, he was 13 going on 14 and should be mature enough to understand some of the details. "Well, it is kind of complicated. Your Mom told me the same thing when I asked her and it took a bit of explaining for it to make sense to me, so hopefully I can explain it well enough for you." I said, paused to lick my lips. I really wanted to run away before the sad memories of the what could have been came rushing in. I then continued. "Does the term 'miscarriage' make any sense to you Lucas?" I asked. "I have heard that before and Mom explained it to me once, but not about how it applies to me and you though." He said then added. "She told me it is why I don't have any brothers or sisters though." I nodded. "It is a medical term indicating that a pregnancy has failed. Miscarriages can occur at any point, but typically happen before about the fifth month of the pregnancy." I said, not really sure if I was being too technical. "What caused your son to be caught in the miscarriage?" He asked. I looked upwards into the sky. I shook my head. "Well, there are all sorts of reasons. Maybe stress, maybe some medication your Mom was taking or something like that actually caused it. No one will ever know." I said. I thought back to the conversation I had with Jennifer, when she told me about it. She told me a few weeks prior to marrying Craig. Had the baby survived he would have been walking down the aisle with the two of them, inside her but along for the ride nonetheless. No one really knows why these things happen. I hugged Lucas to me. "Life has many mysteries. I was saddened when I heard the news, but then you came along a while later that was a good reason to celebrate." I added. It seemed to make him feel better. Lucas was very mature, but he was still a young teen, so I wanted to make sure the discussion was not too heavy. --- As we sat there in silence. Lucas taking the time to digest what I had told him. I remembered the day I asked Jennifer about Lucas. It was in this same area. I had brought her up here after the funeral. We drove up in the truck shortly after she had buried Craig. She was a mess. I recall her frustration with and the overall senselessness of his death. I remembered wrapping my arms around here as she cried. She pounded on my chest and then broke away from my embrace and started flinging pine cones and loose rocks out into the valley. She screamed at the heavens and she then came back and clung to me. We sort of swayed there in the fading daylight as I tried to comfort her. I recall her asking me. "What am I going to do? I am a widow with a young child and the only man I have ever loved besides you is dead and never coming back. I am pregnant and a widow." She had sobbed. She was carrying their second child and unfortunately the baby girl never was born, this time the doctors blamed the stress on the situation, but Jennifer suffered another miscarriage. No not there in the forest, but a week or so later. While there in the forest though, I made a promise to Jennifer, one that I have struggled to honor most assuredly. It started with an odd act though, a sincere one, but one which she would not allow me to fulfill. After she had calmed down somewhat I had thought about what she said about being a widow. I held her hand tightly and I caressed her tear stained cheek. I kissed her hand and then holding it I slowly sank to one knee and I actually proposed marriage. "Jennifer would you do me the honor of becoming Mrs. Gary Stratford Jr.?" I sincerely asked. She stood there silently looking down at me. She finally spoke. "Gary, that would mean so much to me, but no. I could never trap you like that for you would be miserable and I love you too much to accept your proposal." She politely rejected my offer. On the one hand it was a bit sad, but overall I was thankful. I would have married her and pushed my real self deep inside. It is what you do for someone who needs you. After all people marry for lesser reasons. It was then I gave her my alternative promise. I promised to be the man in Lucas's life until such time that he no longer needed me or some other more worthy man took that place. That was a promise Jennifer could live with. One I admit I struggle with keeping, not for a lack of desire, but solely because of my flaws. --- Lucas hugged me again which brought me back to the present. "Thanks for loving me and wanting me and not hating me." He said. "Lucas I could never hate you. You are the son I needed to have, that is how I look at it." I responded. I looked at Lucas and told him some more about his dad. "I brought your Dad up here one time before he and your Mom were married. I had just finished basic training and was in the middle of a break between some advanced classes, so I came home for the wedding on leave. I did not know him that well at the time, but your Mom was real important to me, so I had a chat with your Dad." I stated. "Oh?" Lucas asked. "Yes, your Dad was bigger than me, so I had to look up at him to let him know I meant business. I told him he was marrying a very important person in my life and that I did not tolerate any funny business or mean spiritedness and such and that if he ever hurt her I would guarantee to be there to have more than a chat with him." I said and then added. "No, not that I was concerned he would abuse your Mom, it is always safer to make sure people understand there is a support group standing behind someone and how important people are and that you care. Your Dad respected that and I think that is why were good friends." I finished. "Was my Dad big enough to beat you up?" Lucas asked. I nodded. "Probably, but I promised him I would keep getting up and then there would be a few other guys willing to tag in to give me a hand. Your Dad was a great friend and a good man and he certainly sired a sexy sturdy boy." I said and chuckled. Lucas smiled. "I am glad I still have you in my life." He said. I kissed the top of his head. 'Me too.' I thought. "Uncle Gary, if you are gay then how did my Mom get you to have sex with her?" Lucas asked. He looked up at me and I kind of rolled my eyes. Before I could answer he continued. "I mean, well I assume she was pregnant before she met my Dad and since she said it was your son and the only way I know for some girl to get pregnant is for her to have sex with a guy, so you two must have had sex, right?" He pressed. Well, now, um uncharted territory. I thought about invoking that pre-question clause, but I decided to at least engage his thought process. "Lucas, have you talked to your mother about her having sex with me?" I asked. He smiled. "Well, not directly. We have chatted about it. I did point out that she was the one who let it slip with the comment about your son not being born and let's face it she knew as soon as I pointed that out that it was obvious she and you had sex." He said then continued. "Although, she did ask me not to blab about it, but since you were obviously there I thought it wouldn't matter." He confessed. I chuckled. "Yes, I was there." I confirmed. I smiled at Lucas and chuckled some more. "You know, sometimes things happen that we don't plan on. I never ever thought I would have sex with a girl. I was not attracted to any of them. I was in love with someone else." I stated. Lucas looked thoughtful for a moment. "Robert?" He asked. I nodded. "Got there on your own did you?" I asked. He smiled. "Well, I kind of pieced it together and I knew you two had a thing going, just did not know how far back it went." I nodded. "All of the way really. He was my first crush, my first love, my first at a lot of things." I said. "Yeah, but how does my Mom fit into all of this?" He pressed. Like a dog with a bone, this kid does not let go. "Alright, hold your horses." I admonished playfully. "You know, I shouldn't kiss and tell and I won't give you all of the sordid details." I staged my answer. "Your Mom was visiting us in Germany and she professed her love for me and wanted to know if I felt the same way about her. I did not want to hurt your Mom's feelings, but I told her the truth and she became the first person besides Robert and me who knew I was gay. Then she kind of wanted me to test out the fact I was gay and after some prompting we ended up in bed together and we had sex. I tried to persuade her to wait until she found someone better and one who could lover her back. Little did I know she would end up pregnant. She never told me she had gotten pregnant until just a few weeks prior to her marrying your Dad. I got more details on the day after your Dad's funeral." I stated. Lucas looked at me and cocked his head. "Well, then doesn't that make you something other than gay? You must have enjoyed it to have cum and all, after all that is what it takes to make a baby." He asked. I shook my head. "If you are thinking I could be bi-sexual then no. Your Mom was the one and only female I have ever had the opportunity and willingness to have sex with in my entire life. While my body may have enjoyed it I was not into the entire experience and so there was no real emotional tinge to it all. Something your Mom eventually, but reluctantly understood and accepted." I finished. Lucas was quiet and thoughtful for a few minutes. He looked out in the distance and seemed to ponder what I had said. --- My mind drifted to the aftermath of that one sexual experience with Jennifer. I remember how good she said she felt even though she was a bit sore. I also recalled how unsure she was when I asked her to honor my second request and give up her ass cherry. Yeah, I have always been an ass man, she was the first and only female ass I got to plunder and it was a very clumsy exercise. I slipped twice and ended up sawing into her wet bloody pussy, but eventually I was balls deep in her girly butt and she seemed to endure it okay, gripped the sheets and uttered some unflattering words, but hey a deal was a deal. --- Lucas broke the silence. "Do you like Frankie more than me?" He asked. I looked at him like he had two heads or something. "What kind of question is that?" I asked. "Well, I know you flirted with him and it appears you two are going to get together on a date or something. What do think he will give you that I can't?" He asked. I shook my head. I ran my hand down my face. "Lucas, what is going on? Haven't you been listening to me? I like being with you and will always try to be available so you and I can be together and do things, but it doesn't have to be sexual. I don't need you to just offer me sex. We can have a full fledged Uncle and Nephew or Father and Son type of relationship." I stated kind of flustered. Obviously I had cracked open some interesting wound or something. Lucas licked his lips. "What if I want to have sex with you?" He asked. "Okay, we can always cross that bridge when we come to it. I honestly need you to allow our relationship, yours and mine, to grow and solidify without sex as a core need. I never want you to feel obligated to have sex with me and I certainly don't want you to feel the need to offer your body up for love. My love for you must be unconditional, it should not be based on whether or not I get to suck your dick or tap that sexy ass of yours. That is no way for a relationship to exist, believe me, I have known boys who felt they had no choice, but to trade their bodies for what they thought was love and it never ends well." I looked at Lucas, trying to gauge his reaction and such. He seemed to be working pretty hard digesting what I just said. He kind of scrunched up his face and was nodding his head a bit as he looked out over the valley again. He looked at me and opened his mouth as if to say something else, I cocked my head focusing my attention on him. He turned and looked out again at the valley and then into his lap and then up at the sky and finally after a few moments he looked back at me. He sighed. "Would you still love me the same if I turned out to be just plain old Lucas the straight boy?" I chuckled. Now there is a twist. "Lucas, straight, gay, bi, or whatever you end up or are has no bearing on my feelings for you. I have a place in my heart reserved for extra special people and you fit nicely there, so does your Mom as well as my parents and a few other people, even Robert. Who you are and who you want to be with and or love makes no difference to me and is not a requirement as far as my caring for you." I reaffirmed. There was something he wasn't saying though and I wanted to figure it out. "Lucas, what is your concern? Why do you feel that I would only want to love you if you let me have sex with you?" I asked. "Gee, Uncle Gary, I don't know." He said a bit chokingly, like he was ready to cry. He continued. "Even though I was really young when my Dad died and I struggle to remember anything about him, which I really can't, I wonder sometimes if he did not want to come home that night because he was unhappy or bothered about something. I also feel that if you don't have something really special keeping you here you might not be careful or um, well..." he stammered and then continued, "well, might, um not want to come back or might want to go away permanently." He finished. The fear of loss is a powerful fear. It does make people do strange things. Lucas' was very young when Craig died and I am surprised he would have any memory at all about his Dad, probably just that awareness that Craig had been part of his life. "Lucas, I can be a wild guy sometimes. I have seen a lot of interesting things, some pretty awful things for sure." I started and paused, then hugged him tight before continuing. "Before you ask, no I won't share with you some of the awful things I have seen, you will have to wait until you are much older before I share those details with you." I stated firmly. Lucas almost tripped me up with the next question. "Yeah, but what about the other night? You seemed to be ready to self-destruct or something." He stated. I looked at him and wondered about his vocabulary, how it had gotten so broad and deep. He beat me to the punch. "At least that was what my Mom was worried about. It made me worry too, that you might hurt yourself on purpose and then where would I be, no Dad whatsoever." He said. Okay, now I understood. I hugged him tightly to my side. I looked up into the sky and shook my head, damn it. "Lucas I cannot promise you I will never get hurt, but I will promise you I won't intentionally hurt myself. Is that fair?" I asked. He nodded. "Okay." He said. "Come on, little man, I have obligations with the Army sometimes that do put me in harms way. There are several people who work with me to keep me safe, just like I am there to keep them as patched up as possible. Heck, I could slip and fall in the bathroom. So, honestly I will do what I can to stay safe. Is that acceptable to you?" There I laid out my best offer. He nodded. "Works for me." He said. I looked at him. "Anything else we need to discuss?" I asked. He looked at me and nodded his head. "You said something about boys you have known that traded their bodies for love. What did you mean by that? Were they hookers or something?" He asked rather bluntly. I shook my head a bit. "Lucas, I will give you an answer to this question, but you need to understand that the world in which we live has a lot of bad in it, people do pretty awful stuff sometimes." I said and then paused, thinking about how much detail I was going to give him. "Sometimes we humans can be fairly mean and brutal to our fellow humans. I spent some time where I had to be one of the boots on the ground during the major conflict in Bosnia-Herzegovina. It is a place over in Europe that used to be called Yugoslavia, but it ended up breaking apart and people started fighting for their own little fiefdom and such, you might here the term 'Balkanization' in school and that refers to this region more directly." I said and paused to gather my thoughts a bit. "Well, people over there were killing other people in the same area for being a different nationality, being from a different ethnicity, for being a different religion, and for simply being from a different town or even just from a different part of town." I stopped because Lucas had a deep frown on his face. I looked at him and rubbed his back. "Are you okay? I can stop, you don't really need to hear about this you know." I stated. He nodded. "It's okay, just trying to understand." "Well because of the fighting and such a lot of people were forced to leave their homes or face death. It created a huge refugee population. Sometimes families stayed together and sometimes they fell apart or worse were forced apart. The bottom line is that when life gets really hard a lot of people use their body to survive by selling themselves as a sexual favor. The problem is not everyone who does this does so willingly and of their own choice." I paused briefly. "Sadly a lot of children, primarily the girls, but in this case a lot of boys as well were sold into sexual slavery. There were these hidden enclaves where child brothels were set up to provide for the demands of various people. With the sad condition of the destroyed infrastructure, like no running water, poor electricity and little viable sanitation things got pretty bad fairly quickly. These kids ended up getting all sorts of diseases. When we would come into a camp or little town to set up a medical dispensary or something like that to at least provide some medical care we would be inundated with patients who had all sorts of illnesses." Lucas looked at me. "Wow, I was going to also ask you what kind of things do you do when you go away for the Army work, but it seems you have to deal with lots of things." He said. I nodded. "I wasn't trying to give you too much, but a lot of the background was necessary so that you could understand why someone might sell their body." I said and then continued. "It was amazing though when these people would offer their kids to us, boys and girls as payment for what we were doing and some of the girls and even the boys would come over to us medics and try to get us to take them with us to the United States. They would promise us sex so they could get a ride, worse some of the parents or adults who were not parents, but had access to the kids would offer the kids so they could get out of the area. They would bring a young boy over and whisper 'analni odnos' or 'popušiti' which roughly translated to anal sex or blowjob." I paused and swallowed hard. "The first time it happened I was floored and then each time after that I was frustrated because there was nothing we could do to prevent it. We gave them medicines and treated illnesses, but some of these kids needed to be admitted to a hospital as they were going to die from some major STD they had contracted or die because their pimp felt they outlived their usefulness." I finished and pulled Lucas into my lap to hug him tight. "Your squishing me." He said. I loosened my grip. "Sorry." I said and then kissed his forehead. "Never think you have to give someone sex in order to get love from them, never feel trapped such that you have to offer sex as a way to pay for something." As soon as I said it the memories of my actions from last night came flooding in and hit me like a ton of bricks. I maneuvered off to the side and set Lucas next to me. I got up and walked a few steps away from Lucas. He looked at me and asked. "Hey, Uncle Gary, what's wrong." I stood there about 10 feet away. I closed my eyes and rubbed my forehead and then rubbed my fists in my eyes. I sighed very heavily. I then slumped to my knees and Lucas came over to me, I leaned against his waist and hugged him tightly. "I am such a terrible person, I said. Please forgive me." I said to Lucas. He patted my back. "For what?" He asked. I looked up at him. "I treated you terribly last night. I treated you no better than those creeps over there in Bosnia, the ones who callously used their children as sex toys." I confessed. Lucas groaned a bit. "No, Uncle Gary, please don't be so sad and upset with what happened. Honestly like I told you I wanted something to happen. I love you and I am not mad, I forgive you. Damn it, why won't you believe me?" He asked. I looked at him. "Okay, I really do believe you forgive me. I just realized how mad it made me to see these kids who were abused and sold like little animals to creeps and monsters and then I thought about how rough I was last night. As long as we can start over then I will be okay." "Uncle Gary, you are one of the good guys remember?" He said. It seemed we were both dealing with issues, me being sort of a cad for being less than gentle with Lucas and Lucas was feeling concerned about losing me as he lost his Dad. I think we helped each other over the bump in our life and maybe our relationship could reset and get back on track. I sighed and hugged him tighter. "Lucas, I want you to know I love you very much. I will be open to having sex be part of our relationship, but only if it is you who wants to have sex. However, please remember that there may be times where it is inappropriate for us to have sex, we may be somewhere that makes it impossible or not prudent as well as if there are others around. One goes on between us needs to remain between us, no one else should ever know." I said. He smiled. "Deal." I stood up and brushed myself off. "Sorry if I freaked you out." I said. He nodded. "It's okay, it's too bad you had to experience that type of stuff." "Yeah, it sure was." I said. It was getting late in the day and heading quickly towards evening. The sun was setting and here in the mountains it would be dark sooner than if we were at home. "We need to be heading back." I said. Together we walked over to the Harley. I opened the trunk and we retrieved the bag of snacks. Lucas had gotten us some candy, some jerky and some sodas. We dug into the bag of jerky and finished rather quickly. We had a burping contest after jugging some of the soda. He giggled and burped more. I laughed at his boyishness and drank in his beauty. All boy for sure. We finished our snack and sodas. We packaged up the trash and put it in the trunk on the bike. We retrieved our coats and gear. I stood next to the Harley and was about to get on it when Lucas tugged at my jacket. I turned towards him and he motioned for me lean closer. As I leaned in close he pursed his lips and I followed suit and we kissed. After the kiss we hugged and Lucas said, "Thanks for bringing me here. I love you so much." "I love you too." I said. I hiked my leg over the seat and pulled the bike up off its kickstand. I started the bike and a few birds nesting in the trees took flight. Lucas climbed up behind me. I slowly motored the bike back towards the paved road. ***** End Part 7 - Lively Boys - The loop and Lucas There is an evil in this world. Our struggle as humans sometimes is focused on how to avoid being caught up in the evil. Sometimes the demons we think stalk us are actually internal and are the manifestation of all of the hurt we have had deal with. While I personally do not have a challenge with adults having sex with young teens and specifically younger boys, I still think it should be based on a mutual understanding and firm consent. When others sell children or even adults like property we should do what we can to stop it and try to rescue those who have been hurt by the true predators in life. Earth and sky, woods and fields, lakes and rivers, the mountain and the sea, are excellent schoolmasters, and teach some of us more than we can ever learn from books. 'John Lubbock' I hope you enjoyed reading. If you liked this let me know. Remember, the fine folks at Nifty make all of this possible, but it costs money to maintain it all. 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