Date: Mon, 25 Dec 2006 21:26:37 -0800 (PST)
From: John Harlington <zanpaper@yahoo.com>
Subject: Paul Palmer's Apartment Part 008

Disclaimer: do not continue reading this work of fiction if you do not care
for fiction m/b or b/b literature. There are no real characters or
situations involved.

PART 008 Paul Palmer = 22 years old, short brown hair, blue eyes, fairly
muscular, boyish look, university graduate now recently completed his Med
Tech license. Living in an apartment.

Jon Albertson = 13 years old, brassy hair that has highlights of blond,
green eyes, medium build, slim, 100% all boy.

Ginny = Jon's mom.

PART 008: - SUNDAY HAPPENINGS

Paul enjoyed resting in bed on a lazy Sunday and kicking through his
sheets. He was so in love with Jon. His friends from the birthday party
were not bad looking either! What a boy! He was 100% all boy, and Paul
loved it. The alarm went off at 8am and Paul rolled over and clicked it
off. He rested another hour before getting out of his comfortable bed,
naked, his impressive cock swaying back and forth. Paul scratched his noisy
bush of pubes, which always impressed Jon.  He yawned in the bathroom
mirror and brushed his teeth. He thought he heard voices and a commotion
outside. He sneaked a peek out his window to see several men and women
gathering at Jon's apartment door. One was a police officer!

Paul rapidly got dressed dreading the worse. He could feel his heart
pounding.

"He squealed on me. About eating my cum. My masturbating him. Ohhh. What."

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!

"Yes?" Paul's lips trembled a bit. Paul had barely zipped up his 22 year
old cock in his jeans when he opened the door.

"Sir, we are with the provincial services of families. Can you tell me
anything about your neighbor Ginny?"

"Oh! Uh. Um. She drinks a bit. But otherwise a wonderful lady." Paul was
relived.

"There's been an accident." Paul's eyes grew wide.

"Please come in."

Four officials come into Paul's apartment with notepads.

"She was highly intoxicated and spun out of control during the rain last
night. She was lost in the swollen river. The car was empty. Crews are
dragging the river. There is no hope."

Paul remembered the booming thunderstorm and thought of Jon. He wondered if
his boy was disturbed or troubled by the noise and wind. Now this was even
worse.  Paul was stunned.

"She has a son, Jon. How is he?"

"Jon was not in the car. He was found by authorities alone inside their
apartment."

"Paul! Paul! Paul!" Jon comes running into the apartment hugging Paul and
crying.

"There there Jon. I am here. I am here for ya."

The officials were impressed with the tight bear hug and minutes of
hugging.

"Are you related?" one woman asked.

"Uh, no. But I am a guardian. I will find the papers."

The officials try to comfort Jon on the sofa as Paul shuffles through the
stacks of papers.  He finds the pertinent papers and gives them to the
court official.

"Why this is unexpected. All the papers appear to be in order. But Jon will
be taken to adoptive custody this day. I will give these papers to the
court for official review. We will contact you."

"What typically happens to a boy like Jon?"

"He is given to a foster care unit until the court rules otherwise. Thank
you for your information sir. And these papers." The half hour interview
had flown by as the door shut.

SILENCE AND DISBELIEF

As quickly as they came, the officials disappeared. Paul must have sat for
another hour by himself on the sofa. He got up and prepared a brunch. He
looked out the window to see the apartment manager locking up Jon's door. A
security tape was pasted across the door frame after authorities moved out
furniture and materials. Paul's mind was racing.  He could think of nothing
but about his boy, Jon. He wanted so badly to see him.

One week went by and Paul telephoned the foster homes division but could
find no listing as they kept all the names of residents confidential. Paul
was frustrated. Finally he went through the court officers using the
business cards they had left. He contacted a clerk who said that Paul's
Guardianship papers were being reviewed. They were doing background checks
and searches for any blood relatives to Jon. Paul knew from Ginny that
there were none. None at all.

Another week went by and Paul was able to gain access to visit with Jon in
a foster home area. He walked through the crowded row of homes that the
state owned and kept for housing youths. Paul hesitated as he entered the
house holding Jon, with 14 other boys.

"Paul! Paul!" Jon raced to hug Paul from inside the home. The two hugged
for what seemed hours but was really a few minutes. The warmth was
incredible. The two went to a private room to talk within the house. The
house mother had gathered the other boys into a group in another part of
the house to give Paul and Jon some privacy.

"So, how's it been buddy?"

"Rough Paul. I miss you soooo much."

"I am so sorry about your mom."

"I know. But I kinda knew something like that would happen. She always was
drunk."

"Yes, and not finding her body must be troubling you."

"I dunno. I just don't think about it."

"It's ok. I'm here for you, Jon."

"They told me you had some type of papers that might let me stay with you?"

"Yes, your mom had me sign some legal documents some time ago. For your
welfare."

"What's that?"

"Your care. I would take care of you."

"Really? That would be awwwwwwesome. Oh please! Oh please!"

"Listen, they are working on it and I am keeping in contact with them."

"I can't wait. I want outta here. I want to be with you. So much."

"I want you too, Jon."

"It's been pretty bad here."

"What do you mean?"

"The boys and the house mom make fun of me."

"What for?"

"I've been messing my sheets up again."

"Sticky dreams?"

"Yes, all the time. Every morning. I can't help it."

"Don't you (does the up and down hand motion for masturbation)?"

"Not here! No way! Too embarrassed!!"

"Oh I see."

"I'm really aching." Jon looks to his left and right and tugs at his long
dick and hefty balls.

"I bet you are. My poor boy. What's a 13 year old boy to do?" Paul brushes
the blond hair out of his eyes. Jon begins to lean in close to Paul's face.

"Time's up sir. You must let Jon join the other boys." A stern looking
house mother glared at the youthful Paul.

"Thank you Ms. Crotch. Have a good day."

Paul left shifting his stiffened cock in his jeans. As he rode back to his
apartment he massaged his ever swelling cock. He walked stiff legged into
his bedroom and took out Jon's hidden underwear. He sniffed the pouched out
briefs and moaned to himself.

"Jon hasn't jacked off in 2 months! He must be aching bad."

Paul reviewed his digital pictures and videos of Jon. He freezed the frames
of Jon's oval hefty hairless balls. He shot massive loads again and again
thinking of the boy.

PAY OFF

Paul had made constant calls and was on the verge of hiring a lawyer to
press his case.  Finally he got the call from the Provincial Homes
Authority for Boys.

"Yes, I understand. I understand. Well that is a relief. Yes sir. Yes
sir. I will be down in the hour."

Paul was nervous as he drove the 30 minute trip across town to the group
homes. Paul had finally been awarded care of Jon. The papers were
authorized as final and legally binding. The state was glad to discharge
Jon from their services to a guardian. The search by the authorities had
proved fruitless, as Paul knew from talking to Ginny in the past.  The day
had arrived and Jon leaped to the car of Paul. The other yelling boys
helped carry Jon's luggage to the vehicle. The house mother blatantly
kissed Jon on the cheek and Paul turned his head. The two headed back to
Paul's apartment as Jon happily described the many and varied accounts of
foster home life.

"You know what I missed the most Paul?" gleamed Jon.

"What's that Jon?"

"Your Play Station Three."

"Anything else?"

"You."

"Same here Jon. I missed you. "

The two arrived at the apartment and got the last of Jon's luggage into the
living room.  The door shut.

"I missed you sooooooooooooo much Paul." Paul kneeled some as the boy
hugged him.

"I missed you tons, boy."

The two looked at each other deeply in the eyes when Jon turned his head
sideways and stated to kiss Paul on the lips and deeply tongue him. The two
tongued and French Kissed for what seemed five minutes. When their mouths
and tongues were sore, they broke apart laughing and wiped the drewl and
spit from their lips and mouths with paper towels.

Jon headed towards the bathroom unzipping his trousers.

Jon paused at the bathroom door and looked around at Paul and declared

"I'm your boy now." Meaning he was Paul's son. Or maybe younger
brother. Paul looked so young!

The bathroom door was open as Jon felt at ease in Paul's presence.

Paul stood at the bathroom door frame and leaned admiring the boy direct
his growing boyhood pointed at the toilet and pissing a loud stream. Paul
replied

"You are my boy."

Jon looked up at Paul through the blond bangs of hair as he wiggled his
thick boy dick of the last drop of piss and tucked it in his trousers. Jon
smiled.

NEXT CHAPTER - NEEDED RELIEF