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Silence Is Golden

I'm just an ordinary guy in many ways. I grew up in a happy home, with one brother and one sister. My sister is older by two years, and my brother younger by the same.

My parents never divorced, or even talked about it in front of us kids.They didn't drink or do drugs, they went to church most Sundays, but weren't zealots by any means.

Simple middle class American family.

My brother, Tom (how common is that), is in accounting. My sister Mary (see, common), is in social services. And me, Jim (so common it's boring), I am a lawyer.

The reason I tell you this is to illustrate that I was never abused as a child. Never molested by a sneaky uncle. My junior high coach was a saint, and my high school coach was too afraid of his wife to do anything pervy. Yet in spite of all this, I have a desire for boys.

Even as a boy myself, I knew I was different. The other boys talked about what they wanted to do to Becky down the street, and I would think 'Yeah, I like to see you do that', because I wanted to see him doing it. I didn't give a rat's ass about the girl.

As I grew older, my 'age of attraction' didn't grow with me. I couldn't even be a normal gay guy, because men did nothing for me. I wanted a boy, thirteen, maybe twelve if he was developed enough. I would go as high as sixteen if he was pure looking.

Of course the law doesn't permit such couplings. And I can understand the reasoning behind the laws. Who knows what kind of warped wrinkle it puts on a kid's mind if he is molested.

But the laws suck. I mean one day you're twenty years old and can't drink, the next you turn twenty one, and magically you're able to drink responsibly. Bull shit.

Or you're seventeen and not legal to have sex with. The next day you turn eighteen, and voila, it's open season on your ass.

But even the law has grey areas. Commit a murder at seventeen, and they will find a way to try you as an adult. How screwed up is that?

I digress. Back to my sex life, or lack thereof. In my thirty years, I had never been with a boy, which is what I wanted. I had never been with a woman, which I definitely didn't want. And I have tried a few guys, which was totally unsatisfactory. Probably for the other party as well. So I had resigned myself to being alone and sexless.

For the last few years, I have thrown myself into my work, lived somewhat frugally, and saved my money. I plan to retire at around forty five, and spend the rest of my life traveling, or fishing on a riverbank somewhere.

Then one day, my sister decided to screw up my life. Well, that's what siblings do I guess.

"Jim, sweety."

"I know that voice. What do you want? If it's illegal, you can forget it. I'm not losing my license for you."

"No, it's not illegal. Just a tiny favor."

"The last time I did a tiny favor for you, I got beat up by Katy Roslin's linebacker boyfriend."

"He was supposed to be an ex boyfriend," Mary protested.

"She married the guy for god's sake."

"Only after he got her pregnant. Boy you really know how to hold a grudge."

"Because I'm reminded every morning when I look in the mirror at my crooked nose," I half yelled at her.

"Oh yeah. Hehe. I forgot about how it got that way. But I think it's cute."

"What do you want this time?"

"I need to move one of my kids, and don't have any options left."

"Which of your three kids is giving you trouble?" I asked.

"Not one of my children, silly. One of the foster kids I work with. He's from a bad environment, and doesn't do well in an institutional setting. Most foster parents won't take a troubled child."

"Troubled? Why don't you take him. You already have three, what's one more?"

"We took in a stray puppy last month who's already been enough problem. If I brought a kid home, my husband would either have a stroke or divorce me."

"Then ask Tom and Jenny. They want kids and don't have any. It could be practice for them. Like baptism under fire," I offered.

He just started at the new firm. They're under enough stress already. Besides, you need someone in your life. And you have that three bedroom house that's going to waste."

"It's not going to waste. It's an investment that has almost doubled in value since I bought it. And it's a mess right now, trying to get the pool finished."

"Doubled? Really? Damn. Remind me to let you choose my next house. Come on Jim. You would be great for him, and it would do you some good too."

"Need I remind you that I'm gay?"

"So, what does that have to do with anything?"

"Look Mary, kids these days are quick to point fingers and accusations."

"I don't follow you."

"Ok. for example. A couple of weeks ago my neighbor found a used condom in his fifteen year old daughter's room. His little princess didn't want daddy to know she had been fucking her boyfriend for six months, so she accused the boy of rape. The neighbor called me to get the boy out of jail when he found out the truth. But the boy now has that following him around for the rest of his life."

"What are you getting at?" she asked.

Ok, another example. One of the partners in my firm has a sixteen year old daughter. She wanted to go out with a guy who was twenty four, rode a motorcycle had piercings and tattoos out the wazoo. Her parents forbid it, so she called child protective services and accused them of child abuse."

"Was that the Appletons? I remember that case. They went through hell," she admitted.

"Exactly. Just because the spoiled little bitch didn't get her way. Kids these days have your office on speed dial, and threaten to use it. This trouble maker you want me to take will probably accuse me of molesting him, and because I'm gay, everyone would believe it. Once that label is stuck on you, even if proven innocent, it follows you around. I don't need that shit in my life."

"I think you are exaggerating things a bit and over reacting."

"Oh really? Twenty four years ago Lorena Bobbitt cut off her husband's dick. Do you remember hearing about that?"

"Of course. Who hasn't?"

"Ok would you advise a friend to date her?"

There was a long silence. "Ok, I get your point. But I promise it's not like that. I said he's troubled. Not a trouble maker. If anything he's just the opposite. I promise. Just come to my office and meet him.

"If I come, will you get off my back about it?"

"I promise."

Mary had always been like that. The stray puppy a month ago didn't surprise me a bit. Of course that is what led her into social services and makes her good at her job.

I walked into her office, and she was on a phone call, but pointed to a chair in front of her desk. I sat and waited. I don't know what made me turn around, but behind the open door sat a boy in a chair. He looked like most boys in his striped shirt and jeans, but in his arms was a tattered looking stuffed bear.

He had wavy dark hair, blue eyes, a rather broad nose, and though I didn't know it at the time, dimples. He still had the soft features of a preteen, yet on the verge of puberty. From looking at his too short jeans, he must have had a recent growth spurt.

While Mary droned on, I studied him a little. He stared off into space, without a single glance in my direction. He made no eye contact with Mary either. His only movement was to hug his bear tighter. I must admit, I felt sorry for him, he seemed so lost.

"Thanks for coming Jim. This is Noah. Noah dear, this is my brother Jim. You are going to be staying with him for awhile."

"Now hold on Mary. I haven't agreed to anything yet."

"How could you not? Just look at him."

She was right. There was something compelling about the boy. A deep seated sorrow. As if he knew of some pending disaster, yet was helpless to prevent it.

"Is he autistic?" I asked.

"I suppose it's possible. Though it hasn't been diagnosed. He goes to a counselor twice a week, and that hasn't come up. Of course he doesn't really talk to them either."

What do you mean either?"

"He doesn't speak to anyone. He's totally withdrawn. From a bad home to a group shelter, where they picked on him constantly, it's no wonder he's withdrawn."

"Withdrawn? It's more like a catatonic vegetative state. What's this about counselors?"

"He goes twice a week, though I don't think they've done him any good. But don't worry, the state pays for it. Oh, and the state will pay you fifteen hundred a month to care for him, and all his medical care will be paid."

"How long do you think he'll have to be with me?"

"It's only until I can find a foster family willing to take him. Probably no more than a year."

"A YEAR! Are you fucking nuts?"

"Jim! Watch your language. He can hear you know. Well, at least I think he can. There are just two things you need to know. He doesn't like to be touched, and don't take his bear."

"Mary. I just don't…"

"Please Jim?"

I never could say no to her when she used that tone. Even when we we were kids, she always got her way.

So I'm driving home with my new charge in the seat beside me. He didn't say a word, just stared out the side window. I turned on the radio, welcoming even the commercial as some sort of noise in the car. When a song by 'Queen' came on, he reached over and pushed the button to change the channel.

This told me three things. One, he can hear. Two, he's aware of his surroundings. And three, he knows how to operate a car radio.

He's not completely withdrawn, and at some time had experience with modern technology.

"So, not a 'Queen' fan, huh? I guess it's an acquired taste." I joked, wasting my breath. He had already turned back to the window.

We came to a stop in my driveway, and I was prepared to go around and open his door. He got out on his own and walked to the back of the car where we had stowed his suitcase. I opened the trunk and hauled it out, closed the trunk. But when I reach for the suitcase, I bumped his hand, as he reached for it too.

He let out a displeased cry/grunt "UUHHH".

I immediately drew back, and watched as he struggled to pick up the heavy suitcase without letting go of his bear. Squatting down, I grabbed the suitcase, preventing him from further movement. I slowly pulled the suitcase from his grasp without touching him. Once free, I pushed the button on the top which extended a handle that allowed the case to be rolled on it's wheels.

I illustrated how it rolled, then just walked away toward the front door. I could hear the suitcase rolling along the walkway as I got my keys from my pocket.

My house is nice, though not overly decorated. Just because I'm gay, doesn't mean I need to have ornate decor. It's functional and comfortable. I showed Noah to his room, opened the case, pulled out a folded tee shirt, and placed it in a bureau drawer. Then left the room.

Twenty minutes later, I was checking stock market reports, when I realized I hadn't heard anything from him since I left the room. I peeked into the open door to find him lying on his bed in the fetal position, hugging his bear.

The interesting thing though, is his suitcase was in the closet, and the clothes put away neatly.

It was after six, and I had nothing planned for dinner. I live rather frugally as I said earlier, so I cook my meals myself rather than eating out. When it's just me, I eat what I want, when I want. But kids need a regular routine.

I threw together a salad and whipped up some Hamburger Helper. It wasn't the best, but it would do in a pinch.

"Noah, dinner's ready," I called toward his room. Boy and bear appeared, and I pulled out a chair next to mine at the table.

"I wasn't expecting company, so this is the best I could do on short notice," I explained to the boy.

He ate the Hamburger Helper, but avoided the salad. "That salad is very good. I make the dressing myself, and there is some great cheese in it."

Noah forked one small bit and put it in his mouth. I guess he decided it wasn't poisonous, and took a forkful as his next bite.

He finished his meal, picked up his place setting and took it to the kitchen.

This kid was definitely a puzzle. He is obviously aware of his surroundings and proper behavior. Yet doesn't speak or make eye contact.

I'm a night time shower person, as opposed to a morning shower person. Morning showers wake me too abruptly. I prefer to wake up slowly with several cups of coffee. Night time showers also relax me for a good night's sleep.

So I'm in my shower doing what also relaxes me, stroking my eight inch [20 cm] cock. My go to fantasy is from a time when I had a friend sleepover when we were thirteen. On a dare, we flashed our dicks at each other. Nothing else happened, but the memory of his dick fuels many of my wanking thoughts.

So, I'm stroking my cock, and in my mind, I'm on my knees sliding my mouth up and down my friend's dick. I'm loving the feel of his teen dick hitting the entrance of my throat. He's moaning out his gratitude for my efforts, and I look up at his face. Only it isn't my friend's face I see. It's Noah's.

I instantly shoot a load on the glass shower wall. Shit! I can't be thinking these thoughts. It's just not right. It would also make my concerns to Mary rather prophetic.

My cock was still at attention sticking straight out from my body, as I lathered my hair. As I rinsed the shampoo from my hair, I heard the unmistakable sound of the toilet lid banging against the tank. I opened my eyes and there was Noah. His back was to me, but he was clearly taking a piss. I turned away from him to hide my still erect cock, though I don't know why. There is no way he hadn't already seen it when he entered the bathroom.

I heard him flush, and gave him a moment to leave, before resuming my shower. I turned and he was still standing there. He doesn't make eye contact, but his eyes made contact with my cock. Then he left the room.

I can only assume even withdrawn boys are curious about grown up dicks. I finished my shower, and wrapped my robe around me.

Stopping at his door I said, "If you would like to shower before bed, you will find towels in the linen closet in the hall." Then I went to the wet bar in my living room and poured myself a much needed drink.

I heard the linen closet door close, but nothing after that. After a minute I went to investigate. The hall bath door was open, and the light out. I went to his room, also empty. Then I heard my shower running.

The door was open, and Noah was in the shower. I really wanted to turn away, but somehow couldn't. He was facing the front of the shower, letting the water cascade over him. His head was down looking at his dick, which as I watched, began to rise until it stood away from his body at a forty five degree angle. It appeared to be around five rather thick inches [12 cm]. I didn't see any hair on his pubis, but considering his development, there probably was some. Like most boys his age, his dick fascinated him. He pulled it down and watched it bounce back up a few times. Then shaking his hips, watched it wiggle to and fro.

This interested me. Well, besides the obvious sexual interest, It was interesting because in all ways, he seemed normal. When he is alone, he behaves as any boy does alone. I guess, with the exception of the bear. Most boys his age don't still carry a stuffed bear around with them. I looked around the room, and there it was on the counter by the sink, guarding Noah.

Looking back at him, I saw he had lathered his dick and began stroking. I hated myself for watching, but it was such a natural and beautiful sight, I couldn't tear myself away. He was slowly sliding his hand up and down it's length. In no hurry to bring himself off, just enjoying what nature intended to be pleasurable. I decided it would be best if I wasn't caught perving on him, so I left before he finished.

I turned on the tv to some inane show the network thinks is funny. A few minutes later, brief clad Noah and his bear entered. My eyes were drawn to hs nice basket as he walked to the opposite end of the sofa and sat down.

This relationship was going to be torturous for us both. For Noah, simply because any social interaction was torture. For me, having an off limits, nearly naked, teen boy nearby was pure torture too.

At ten, the nightly news came on tv. It seemed a welcomed time to end our torture.

"Time for bed, Noah," I declared.

Without any argument or even any so much as a wave goodbye, he disappeared into his room.

Completely out of the norm for me, I jerked off again before going to sleep. I don't even want to say what was on my mind at the time.

***

Dragging my sleepy ass to the espresso machine in the morning is an automatic thing for me. I usually discover I'm awake as I sit at the table with nearly a cup already consumed. Somehow I manage to piss, don a robe, and make coffee, all while completely unconscious. This morning was no exception.

Only this time as my brain enters reality, I'm looking across the dining room, into the living room, where Noah is sitting on his end of the sofa. I had completely forgotten anyone was in my house.

I go in and pick up the tv remote, and turn on Saturday morning cartoons. I hold out the remote to him, and notice his stuffed briefs. Without a word, he accepts the remote, and I go start breakfast for him.

It's just early summer, and hopefully he will be gone before school resumes. In the meantime, I have to decide what to do with him during the day. I guess he could come with me to the office, but on days when I have court, I will need a caregiver. I could hire a full time housekeeper/nanny, but if he isn't with me very long, I would have to let her go, or be stuck with an unneeded employee. Neither option appealed to me.

"I do laundry on Sundays. If you have anything that needs to be washed, have it in the bathroom hamper by Sunday morning, or it will have to wait until the next week," I informed him over breakfast.

His only response was to take a sip of his milk.

Kids need fresh air and exercise, so I took Noah to the park. I found a large shade tree to sit under, hoping Noah would run around or climb the monkey bars or even swing on the swingset. Instead he sat down on the opposite side of the tree.

Within a few minutes, three older boys approached Noah. "Look at the baby with the teddy bear," one said.

"I wonder if he sucks his thumb too," said another.

The third was a bit bolder. "I wonder if he sucks something else."

That's when I came around the tree. "I wonder if either of you would like a size fourteen shoe up your punk ass."

Those boys should try out for their track team. I'm sure they broke some sprint records escaping my hulking figure. Noah hugged me in gratitude.

One of the things I do for fun and profit, is buy cheap houses, make minor repairs and resell them. There was a house for sale a couple of miles away, so deciding not to have the drive a total loss, I drove over to it.

I noticed Noah become fidgety as we entered the neighborhood. I stopped at the house and got out for a closer inspection. I had barely made it halfway up the sidewalk when I was tackled by the boy.

He threw his arms around me, and buried his face in my chest. I knelt down and he wrapped his arms around my neck. I know he doesn't like to be touched, so this was a very unexpected and dramatic occurrence. I picked him up and carried him to the car. "It's ok, Noah. No one's going to hurt you. I promise."

When I sat him in the seat of the car, he finally let go of me. I called Mary on her cell.

"What exactly are you not telling me about this child?"

"I don't know what you mean," she lied.

"Ok. Let me make this simple for you. I will ask you some direct questions, and you will answer them. If I don't believe your answers, you can find another sucker."

"But Jim. I can't…

"Yes you can. Now, was he abused at home?"

"Yes, I thought I made that clear."

"Was he removed from his home."

"Yes."

"Where did he live?"

"The two hundred block of Fernwood Avenue."

Shit. Fernwood was the next cross street. We were less than a block from where his abuse took place.

"What kind of abuse?"

"Jim, that's priv…"

"What kind of fucking abuse Mary?"

"Just about any kind you can imagine, and probably a few you can't," she answered honestly with more than a little sadness.

"Where are his parents?"

"They were both in prison, but his father was… well, he died."

"Murdered by another inmate I presume."

"Yes. How did you know."

"An educated guess. If you ranked people inmates hate most, child molesters rate a close second to cops."

I drove home trying not to imagine this poor kids early childhood memories. I know things like that take place, but most of us aren't faced with the harsh reality. Here I was with a boy who had to suffer through it.

I barely had the car stopped, when Noah jumped out and dashed to the front door. This wasn't a sign of happiness at being home. It was clearly a desire to be in a safe place. I felt even worse about my own actions, watching him in the shower.

I made him a nice dinner, hoping to erase the trauma of today's outing. After the kitchen was cleaned I went to my room for my shower. As the warm water relaxed me, my cock made it's usual march upward. Before taking matters in hand, I glanced at the door to be sure Noah wasn't standing there. He wasn't so I did what my body demanded. Flashes of Noah in his briefs, Noah naked in the shower, and Noah stroking, flooded my mind, and my cock flooded my hand. I rinsed it down the drain, and turned to tilt my head under the spray. That's when I saw him. Sitting on the toilet seat, in his briefs, bear on the counter next to the sink, folded towel in front of the bear. He was waiting for his turn in the shower.

Damage done, I finished my shower, and reached outside the door for a towel. I dried, and stepped out to find him holding my robe out to me. As I wrapped it around me, he removed his briefs and stepped into the shower.

He obviously isn't bothered by nudity. But his constant flaunting of his beautiful hot young body was driving me to distraction. I was trying so hard not to do what I really wanted to do. Ravish his young body.

Noah returned to the living room where I was sitting in front of the tv. His efforts in the shower evident, his small frame belied the size of his endowment. as his briefs strained to hold his still somewhat swollen dick.

***

Sunday morning I was at the table with my coffee, when Noah strolled in. He wore only his underwear which were tented by his morning wood. He made no effort to hide it as he sat beside me, placing the bear on the table in front of him.

"Would you like some cereal?" I asked, as if expecting an answer. When none came, I went to get it for him, trying to keep my own erection inside my robe.

I had my second espresso while he ate. "Did you put your laundry in the hamper?" I reminded him. He dashed from the room and I placed his bowl and my cup in the kitchen sink. on the way down the hall, I checked the hall bath hamper. Nothing there. In my bathroom hamper, right on top were his clothes from Friday, and Saturday, but no underwear.

"Noah!"

He came running in with a scared look on his face. "Where's your underwear? They need to be washed too."

He quickly relieved himself of the briefs he was wearing, holding them out to me. His still hard dick drawing my attention and my cock's as well.

"Can I assume these are all you have?" Of course he didn't respond.

I stopped at the wastebin on the way to the laundry room and dropped them in. There was no telling how long he had worn them, so better off gone.

"We will go shopping later to get you more," I told the naked boy following me to the laundry room.

I started a load, then looked at his hard dick. "Maybe you should go pee before we head to Walmart." He dashed off.

At Walmart, I picked up three packages of tight white briefs. Then spotted the swimsuits. "You'll need one of these if they ever get my pool working right." There was a problem with the chemicals, and the polaris, and the heat pump. They promised a guy would be out soon to fix it. Twenty two thousand dollars, and I still haven't been in it. Almost thirty thousand if you count the decking and landscaping.

I also got him a robe. Maybe I could save myself some grief, if he'd wear the robe instead of just his briefs after showering.

At home I started a second load of laundry and placed the first in the drier. A minute later Noah appeared, wearing only his briefs. "Are those the new ones? They look great on you."

They did too. Even though he wasn't hard, I wanted to lick him from daylight to dark.

We spent the rest of the day cleaning and stuff around the house. He never spoke or made eye contact, but he pitched in and helped with whatever I was doing. He didn't bother to dress again either, which caused me to pitch a tent most of the day.

After dinner (which he ate in his briefs) I snuck into my room to shower, while he was putting away his clean clothes. It was only a few items so he was in my bathroom by the time I got undressed. He laid his bear and towel in the regular place, and sat on the toilet lid and watched.

I had never been watched by a teen boy. Well ,that I was aware of at the time. but now I all but invited him to watch, even wanted him to see me in my most intimate moment. I wanted him to know that his most intimate moments were safe with me as I share mine with him. This was our time together. away from prying eyes and wagging tongues, and most definitely away from judgemental overbearing laws.

I stroked myself slowly at first, then, as my imagination took over, I finished off with a fury.

I saw the erection rise in his briefs as he watched me. I didn't have to see his eyes to know he liked what he saw.

When I had finished bathing, we switched places, where he shared his most intimate moment with me as well. He knew I was not only watching, but also enjoying the show. His finish seemed stronger than before, but maybe that was just wishful thinking on my part.

While he bathed I retrieved his new robe from his room. I held it open for him as he dried off. I watched his dick swing back and forth, then disappear inside the robe.

The three of us sat and watched tv before bed. It was just as difficult to sit there knowing he wore nothing under the robe, as it was for me to see him in his tight briefs.

***

Monday morning, we arrived at my office. "Blanche, this is my friend Noah. He'll be spending some time here for the foreseeable future. Noah, meet Blanche. Best secretary money can buy."

"Hello Noah. Don't let him fool you. He thinks he owns me, but he merely rents me by the hour."

Noah responded by holding his bear tighter, and stepping closer to me. He followed me into my inner office and st on the leather sofa next to the fourth story window.

I pulled out my pad from my drawer, and downloaded the book My Side of the Mountain. It's a story about a boy who decides to run away from home to live off the land, and the difficulties he has to endure. In the end the boy decides to make peace with his family so he no longer has to be alone.

I hand it to Noah, assuming he can read.

I texted a brief summary of the situation to Blanche, just to keep her informed. She texted back "Let me know if I can help in any way."

At lunchtime, Blanche brings us burgers and fries and chocolate shakes. "What's with the bear?" she whispers.

"Don't ask," I replied.

I sat on the sofa with Noah as we ate our lunch. He had laid the pad down between us so he could still hold the bear and eat. It appeared he had been reading, because the display was a page from the book. Just to be sure though, after lunch I watched him. He was definitely reading, and I saw him 'swipe' across the pad screen to turn the page. A short time later he returned the pad. He had finished the book in just a few hours. It's not a short book, so his reading skills are above average for his age. I told him to keep the pad, because he would be spending a lot of time here, and it would come in handy.

We had barely entered the house when my phone rang.

"Hey Frank, how are you? — Good to hear. What's on your mind? — Yeah, sure I remember him. Great guy, I ran into him a couple of weeks ago. — Shit. You're kidding me. — Really? Fucking drunk drivers. How's his family holding up? — Yeah the baby's only like three I think. Ah man, how awful Okay, thanks for the headsup."

I sat down and thought about my friend's young family, now without a father. Why do these things happen to good people?

I was staring off into space sadly. I suddenly became aware of Noah standing in front of me. He placed the bear under my hand, and sat down beside me, resting his head on my shoulder.

It was a moving gesture. Noah sacrificed his own security and solace, to give me comfort. That started the tears flowing. How could someone mistreat a child like him. Well, any child for that matter. But this kid was special. I could only imagine how wonderful and loving he could be, if he weren't so traumatized. And given what I knew about his homelife, he willingly, unselfishly gave me what was most precious to him.

"Thanks Noah. That means a lot to me," I said, venturing a kiss to the top of his head. He didn't react negatively, which also surprised me.

This milestone called for a celebration. We were eating out for a change. I took Noah to a nice restaurant. After we were seated, I discovered the flaw in my plan. How would I know what he wanted to eat.

When the waiter came by I said, "We're celebrating, tell the chef to surprise us."

Two steak and lobster platters soon arrived. I should have guessed. It's probably the most expensive item on their menu, but I didn't care, I noticed that Noah's table manners were impeccable, another surprise..

At home, I went to shower. I didn't bother to close the door, I knew Noah would show up. He came in just as I got the temperature set.

I closed my eyes and stroked away, pretending not to know of his presence. Unfortunately, knowing he was watching caused me to cum very quickly. My erection gradually receded as I bathed.

I stepped into the proffered robe and curiosity got the best of me.

"Why do you use this shower?" I ask him.

He left the room to get his pad. When he returned he handed it to me. It was a picture of a public restroom door. The sign on the door said "MEN"

"Because it's the men's shower? Ok, that's reasonable. I'm a man, I use it, therefore you use it."

Noah slid down his briefs and stepped into the shower. That's when I saw it. I hadn't noticed it before, because I was never close enough or looking at his back. There were cut scars scattered over his back and butt. As if he had been cut with a razor and had healed over. There were probably a couple dozen scars all told.

I sat on the toilet lid seething with disgust and hate for whoever did that to him. I was seething and near tears for his suffering. I wasn't really seeing Noah even though I was looking toward him. In my mind I was shoving a grenade up the ass of the perpetrator, pulling the pin and watching him blow to bits. Then smiling as the bloody body parts settled around me.

The happily gruesome images turned to reality, as I became aware of Noah in the shower before me. He was smiling as he stroked his rampant dick. He had watched me, and now it was my turn to watch him. It was like our 'manly' time together in the MEN's room shower. Some sort of bond we men all shared. The ritual stroking of our manly cocks. A rite of passage per se.

My own cock rekindled inside my robe as I watched. Lifting the front, exposing itself through the gap, and eventually standing at attention in my lap.

Noah witnessed it's bad behavior, causing him to groan as he fired his own cannon in my direction.

He then bathed, and I held out a towel for him as he exited the shower. He was still chubbed up as he pulled on his briefs, and we headed to the living room together, my erection leading the way.

I sat in my usual place, expecting Noah to sit on the other end. He surprised me by sitting near me, leaving just enough room for the bear to sit between us.

***

At the office the next day, I downloaded Moby Dick for him. After an hour, he returned the pad to me. I could only assume he didn't like the book.

I decided to take a chance on Lord of the Flies. Though there are some questionable scenes that might bother a kid who has been bullied, and of course it has some violent scenes also. But he took to it and finished it by the end of office hours.

"We need to stop at the grocery store on the way home. With all that's been happening, it slipped my mind." I told Noah in the car.

He pushed the cart as I placed things in it. Then we got to the baking section, he picked up a box of cake mix, and held it out for my approval.

You want to bake a cake? Sure, that's fine. Pick out a can of frosting to go with it." I was delighted he was taking an interest. With him, every little step is a milestone.

I needed cooking oil, and flour, from that aisle also, so didn't pay much attention to what frosting he chose.

As we loaded the car, I noticed the sporting goods store across the street. A brilliant idea struck me.

"Let's go buy you a backpack."

After dinner, we headed to the shower. He still never made eye contact, but watched me undress. He smiled when he saw my growing cock as I adjusted the water temperature. I didn't hesitate to begin stroking, and he watched the whole time. I made a bit of a show of cumming by groaning loud, which brought an even bigger smile to his face. His turn in the spotlight came next. When his cum squirted out he tried to copy my loud moan. Two men sharing a secret.

In the living room, I got the backpack and knelt in front of him. "This will be good for you to carry things in. It's got a pocket for your pad or even a laptop. You can put other things in this big pocket here. Things that are important to you that you want to keep close."

Noah got the message, and tentatively slipped the bear in the pocket, and zipped it up.

"Let's adjust the straps for you."

He stood, and I strapped it to his back, making the adjustments. "There. Perfect. You have a place to keep stuff."

He took it off, and pulled out the bear, sitting it between us again. I thought that meant the backpack was an effort in futility.

In the morning he was dressed and ready to go. No bear in sight, pack on his back.

"It looks good on you. The color matches your eyes perfectly." He was smiling big as we left the house.

Blanche was quick to notice. "I love your backpack."

I let him choose his own books which seemed to please him. Thankfully downloads are cheap because he was reading at least a book a day, and his backpack never left his side.

***

As the week progressed, so did our relationship. He was beside me in everything I did. I would sometimes see him studying me, but quickly look away. And a few times I received a hug for something I did for him.

Our nightly 'man' time quickly became something we both looked forward to. And our tv time afterward was more like a game of "I'll show you mine, if you'll show me your's".

***

Saturday morning I awoke and smelled something. It was obviously cake. I found Noah at the table with a birthday cake between him and the bear. There was one of those numerical birthday candles on the cake. The number ten. Which was odd, because Noah was thirteen.

"Is it the bear's birthday?" I asked.

He typed on his pad 'Sarah's'.

"The bear's name is Sarah?"

He typed 'Sister'.

I was lost and confused. It took me a minute to connect the dots. I immediately got on the phone to Mary.

"He has a sister."

"No he doesn't," she argued.

"Yes he does. Her name is Sarah. She's ten years old today."

"There's nothing in his file about a sister."

"Well the file is wrong. I'm telling you there is a sister. Read the file again, and find her."

Mary called me back a while later. "When the police picked him up and arrested the parents, a crazy old neighbor lady kept saying "what about the little girl?" There was no indication of a girl living there, and investigators found no hospital records of one."

"Hold on a minute," I told her.

"Noah. Can you tell me anything about Sarah?"

He typed 'Back yard'.

"Mary. Call the police and meet me at the house."

When we arrived, Noah was extremely agitated. He was shaking his head and rocking back and forth. Mary was already there with the police.

"Oh my god Jim. I told you not to take his bear. Look at the poor thing," Mary yelled at me as I got out of the car.

"The bear is in his backpack. The problem is this house."

I opened his door, and he threw his arms around my neck, tightly holding on for dear life. I pulled him from the car seat, and sat him on the front hood.

"Noah, I know this is hard. You have to trust me. I won't let anything happen to you. Can you show us where in the yard. Please. Do it for Sarah."

He calmed down a bit, but I could feel him shaking. He nodded his head against my shoulder then wrapped his legs around me.

Carrying him into back yard, I whispered, "All you have to do is point. Then I will take you home."

His arm flew out toward the far back corner of the lot. I carried him in that direction. When we neared the area, he sort of jumped up and down in my arms. I stopped. He raised his head from my shoulder, glanced to and fro, then pointed down about ten feet [3 m] in front of me.

"Mary! Have them dig here," I instructed, then turned and walked away.

"But Jim…"

"Just fucking do it, Mary!"

Noah continued to rock back and forth in his seat, until we reach home. He sprinted to the door and waited for me to open it. He beelined to his room, and by the time I got there, his backpack was open on the floor, and he was in the fetal position on his bed with the bear firmly in his grasp. I couldn't help but think that all the progress we had made was erased, and maybe he was even worse.

I left him to his thoughts, giving him space to cope. His bear was with him, providing the solace he needed.

At lunchtime, I made us sandwiches. I opened his door, to find he hadn't moved. "Would you like something to eat?" I asked softly. Then returned to the dining room.

I waited a couple of minutes, then heard his door open. Bear and boy entered, He sat in his place, but the bear was sat next to the cake which I had left on the table.

We ate in silence, which of course wasn't unusual. But this was a sad, depressing silence. Foreboding even.

When we finished our sandwiches, I rose to take my plate to the kitchen. Noah held out his hand to stop me, then disappeared into the kitchen. He returned with a knife, three forks, and three dessert plates.

He sliced the cake, laying a serving on each of the three plates. He placed one in front of me, one at his place to my right, and one at the empty place to my left.

The bear watched over us, as we somewhat reluctantly consumed cake. I can't imagine a sadder birthday celebration.

I cleared the empty plates from the table, leaving Noah, bear, and the absent Sarah, alone.

I was putting the plates in the dishwasher when Noah entered with Sarah's slice of the cake. He scraped it into the wastebin, and added the plate to the dishwasher.

He threw himself into my arms, sobbing heavily. I wanted to say something that would comfort him. I wanted him to know my heart was torn to shreds. I wanted to bring her back to him. I could only hold him as his tears flowed.

I didn't hear from Mary the rest of the day. I hoped I was wrong in my assumption, and no news was good news, But I knew it wasn't true.

I finally said to Noah, "Can you tell me what happened?"

He typed on his pad 'She couldn't be quiet when they hurt her. I tried to help her. I told her, Just be quiet. Don't scream. It will be over soon. Please don't scream. But she couldn't stop.

Jesus Christ. What was with those people? How could someone do that?

I needed to ease my mind. Something comforting to me. I went to the shower, even though it was still early evening. I was in no mood for my usual release, but the soothing shower was welcomed. Noah followed a couple of minutes later, wearing his robe. I stood in the shower, not stroking, just wanting my thoughts washed away.

Noah replaced me in the shower. He too didn't do the manly thing. Wearing just our robes, we entered the living room. It was only then did I noticed the bear on the sofa. He hadn't brought it with him to the bathroom. I sat in my usual place expecting Noah to sit on the other side of the bear. He surprised me again by sitting in my lap.

The boy who didn't like to be touched had spent a good part of the day in my arms. First at that torture chamber of a house. Then in the kitchen as he released years of pent up emotion. And now, sitting in my lap.

He lay his head under my chin. His face actually touching my bare chest, which I think was a first. I clasped my hands together around his waist, just holding him close to comfort him.

I sat there sharing the moment, and the relishing closeness for the first time. After a while, I glanced down and noticed his parted robe, and his exposed thighs. I knew the gap was mere inches from his dick. The exposed flesh, and my awful imagination caused a much unwanted reaction in me. No matter how hard I tried to prevent it, my cock began to rise under his butt. Soon it was running along under his right leg, pointing at my hip.

Noan adjusted his position, but not for the better. His right leg rubbed along my entire cock, and his left leg dropped to the floor. This caused the gap in his robe to widen enough for me to see his beautiful balls.

This too, had an effect on my cock. It began to throb along his leg. His head was still on my chest, but he was looking down at my lap. He moved his leg to and fro, almost in a massaging motion on my cock. I closed my eyes, trying to think of anything else. I needed him to stop, but I didn't want him to stop. I opened my eyes, about to say something, when I saw his dick, standing up in his lap. God it was beautiful. Quivering with his heartbeat. The slit at the end pointing to me, begging me to lick it. I wanted to desperately. But I couldn't. After what he had been through his entire life, I wasn't going to add my kink to his burden.

Noah pushed his cick down with his left hand and we both watched it spring back up hitting my arm before returning to its upright position. Noah chuckled and repeated it. Each time, driving me nuts, and causing my cock to lurch with desire.

He lifted his right hip and slipped his hand under it, grasping my cock over my robe. He pushed his dick down again, just to feel my cock lurch in his grasp. It did, and he rewarded it with a squeeze. Again he repeated this and again I was rewarded with a squeeze.

I guess he missed having our 'manly' time together, or maybe he got the response he wanted, because next he grasped his dick with his left hand and slowly stroked it. Each time his hand slid down, his wrist made contact with my wrist. After every few strokes he would squeeze my cock, causing me to moan.

I know it wasn't right. I know I should have stopped it. I have no excuse, except I was captive. My dreams of having a boy in my arms, my lack of a love life, my newly acquired affection for this particular boy, all conspired to let him continue. I was powerless to prevent what was happening.

He did continue. Slowly stroking his wonderful cock right in my lap, inches from my hands. Squeezing my rampant cock under his hip over and over. After a short time, he began slight thrusts of his hips, and quickened the pace of his squeezes to match the strokes of his own cock. Then the dam burst. He gushed cum on his hand and my wrist. He squeezed my cock at the same time, and I unloaded on my leg as he did on his hand. We both groaned in our release.

We were both breathing heavy as we watched the cum ooze down his fingers. Much to my surprise, he released his dick, and brought his fingers to his lips to lick them clean.

I could smell the boy cream just below my nose as he cleaned his hand. I wanted to help . I wanted some for myself. But I didn't.

Then to surprise me further, he raised himself off me and lifted my robe with the hand that had brought me to a climax. Kneeling on his haunches, he licked up the mess on my leg, then grasped my still hard cock and licked the head clean.

I know what people would think of this. I'm certainly aware of how the law would interpret this. But it wasn't just sex. It was a boy emerging from a self constructed protective cocoon. Dealing with feelings he's not been allowed to gradually grow into. Gratitude, security, desire, yes even love. He did what 'men' do, but for someone else too. The one person who seemed to love and care for him.

Even if I hadn't been the recipient of this emotional outpouring, I would have wept for joy at this major breakthrough. He had demonstrated his ability and desire to be 'normal'.

Noah then untied the sash on my robe pushing it from my shoulders, and appraised my body. My still puffy cock and balls hung between my legs in full view. He stood, and removed his robe, He moved the bear to the side table, then pulled me down to lay with him on the sofa.

Face to face, our bodies touched full length. He had a need to feel close, to feel human touch. He wrapped his arms around me as I did him as well. He buried his head under my chin again, and held me tight.

***

That is how the early morning light found us. Still entwined on the sofa. Even excluding the sex, undoubtedly the most pleasurable night of my life. And I can assume, his too.

Noah extricated himself from my arms and stood. He grabbed my hand and pulled me off the sofa, and led me to 'men's' bathroom Where we stood side by side waiting for our morning wood to subside enough to pee.

I made my espresso, as he prepared a bowl of cereal for himself. We didn't bother to dress, just went about our Sunday routine of laundry and chores. Every time I was within reach, he would wrap his arms around me for a few moments of reassurance. Each time my cock would react as if I were in one of my fantasies. Come to think of it, I guess I was.

He would release me, and smile at my cocks behavior. Most of the time his behaved just as poorly.

Around five, we finally dressed for our trip to the grocery store. Noah occasionally holding up an item for approval before adding it to the cart. Of course I couldn't deny him anything.

I was putting away the groceries when Noah disappeared, returning after a minute, completely nude. He nudged me aside taking my place with the food, so I went to my room and got naked too.

I prepared a grilled chicken Caesar salad for our dinner. The bear, who had gone to the store with us, in the backpack, made an appearance at the table on my left side, at Sarah's place.

After dinner cleanup, I made my way to the shower as usual. I expected Noah to follow and sit on the toilet. I got my next surprise as I stepped into the shower, Noah followed. I stood under the spray for a moment then moved aside for him. Once we were wet, Noah embraced me as he had so often throughout the day. And just as throughout the day, my cock rose. He grasped it in his hand lovingly, then stepped aside and began stroking it for me. He quickly got the right tempo that he had seen me use so many times, and it wasn't long before I was relieved of a large load.

Noah captured what didn't land on the tile floor, and licked it from his hand. Then bent down and took my cock head into his mouth, his hand coaxing the last few drops into his mouth.

I could take no more. I knelt on the shower floor and grasp his hips bringing his erection to my lips. He gasped in surprise as I took his entire length into my mouth. I had stroked up and down his cock only a couple of times before I looked up at his face. His eyes were on me, but quickly moved away. I continued to pleasure him, but the second time I looked up at him, he placed his hand over my eyes. He wanted to watch me suck his dick and enjoy it without the threat of eye contact. I relented, and he held onto my head as I continued my efforts. Soon his legs started to shake, his hips thrusted a couple of times, and I received my first taste of boy cream.

Noah softened in my mouth, then pulled me up and into another tight embrace. We washed and dried quickly, and made our way to the living room.

Oddly, the bear was placed on the far end of the sofa, facing away from us. And Noah sat on my lap, His need for human kindness and affection, seemed to outweigh the fact that his butt was right on my cock.

I didn't let it distract me. Okay, maybe it did a little. But mostly I just concentrated on holding and loving Noah. Each passing moment seeming to help erase a lifetime of neglect and abuse. His response was to only snuggle closer and hug tighter, requiring even more affection.

Our bodies had a mind of their own. Both reacting the way nature intended. Noah's dick inched skyward, standing proud. Mine answered the call, by becoming an iron rod under his ass. It was so insistent, that Noah had to raise up a bit to allow it to flop against my belly.

After a while, I could tell his need for release was great. I lay him down on the sofa, planting my mouth on his dick. I began slowly riding my mouth on him. When I glanced at his face, he placed his hands standing up on his belly creating a wall between our eyes.

I removed my mouth from him and placed one of my hands on each of his arms. I spoke the first words to him since finding out about Sarah Saturday morning.

"You have such beautiful eyes. Please let me enjoy them."

His fingers slowly curled downward,to lay flat on his belly. And I was looking into the warmest most loving eyes I have ever seen. I gazed at them for a moment before returning to the task at hand. Each time I looked up he was watching me service him. Though once he glanced over his shoulder at the bear to be sure it wasn't watching.

I drove him slowly, building him toward a massive climax. As he neared the edge, he was bucking and straining, demanding release. When it finally came, he practically growled it out loudly. As I swallowed his nectar, I looked up at him again. He giggled, and covered his face, in embarrassment. Not to hide his eyes.

I handed him the bear, picked him up, and carried him to his bed. I ventured a kiss to his cheek as i pulled the blankets over him, then went to my own room.

Less than a minute after I lay down, Noah entered. He slid into my bed, pulled my arm around him and spooned into me.

***

Monday morning I called Blanche and told her I was taking a few days off. When I explained about Sarah, she understood and again offered any help I might need.

Noah and I sat out on the new deck to have our morning coffee and cereal. I went in to make my second cup, and my phone rang. It was Mary with some news. I glanced outside to see if Noah could hear. There was a man there. He was wearing a workmans shirt with the pool company logo on it.

I got involved with Mary for a few minutes, then glanced out again. The man was standing right in front of Noah. He seemed to be whispering something to him, but Noah was turned away as usual. The man's hand started slowly moving towards Noah's knee. I was out there in a flash, my hand around his throat.

"Touch him, and I'll rip you apart." I tossed him from the deck like a bag of potatoes. "Now get the fuck out of here."

Noah was in my arms instantly. I led him inside and picked up the phone from where I dropped it.

"What happened?" Mary asked.

"Nothing. Just a soon to be unemployed pool guy."

"Ok, well, anyway. I'll have her buried in potter's field."

"No, I want her in our family plot up at Mission," I told her.

"I don't think the state will…"

"I'll pay for it. Make it nice."

Noah overheard the conversation, and gave me another hug.

I called the pool company and after using my best threatening attorney voice, was promised lifetime maintenance and weekly cleaning service. Apparently the guy was the owner's shiftless brother in law.

As he loaded the dishwasher, I picked up his pad to see what he was reading. It was a book on human sexuality, open to the chapter on homosexuality. I wasn't sure if he wanted information out of curiosity or practicing techniques. Either way, I wasn't going to bring it up.

When he finished in the kitchen, he went to his room, and returned naked and without the bear. He ceremoniously pulled me to my bedroom, and began to unsnap my pants. I don't need to be told twice, and got naked too. He pushed me onto the bed, and crawled in with me. He lay his body against mine, making as much contact as possible. He was starved for basic human contact and affection. I am glad he chose me as his conduit into the emotional world.

We lay together until lunchtime, occasionally sharing eye contact. He wasn't ready for a staring contest, but he was definitely improving. I even got to see him smile while looking in his eyes. Our cocks had jumped at the same time against each other. We both smiled. His was incredible.

When lunchtime came I said "Are you getting hungry?"

Noah looked at me and nodded. Just as I was about to ask what he wanted to eat, he let me know. He slid down my body and took my cock into his mouth. I groaned out my surprise and pleasure.

He isn't capable of taking much of my substantial cock, but he worked the hell out of what he could. I felt horrible and wonderful at the same time. I feared I was taking advantage of this poor abused child, and yet it was because of this that he had made such progress. Our open relationship, and of course a lot of patience, is aiding in his journey to becoming a stable person.

And besides. He is very good at sucking. I was on edge quickly. Even though I had seen him swallow cum, I decided to warn him.

"Noah, baby, I'm getting close."

He didn't even slow down, taking my entire load, not missing a drop. I couldn't help but think he'd had more than a little practice. But I didn't hesitate to return the favor.

His body is beautiful, his dick ample, considering his age and build. I'm a big guy, therefore have an above average cock. He' not even five feet tall, yet his cock is better than five nicely thick inches [12 cm]. If it weren't for the scars on his back and butt, he'd be model material. I had at first just thought of hin as cute, in a wounded puppy kind of way. As he has become less wounded, I see him as a beautiful person, inside and out. Having a chance to service someone as beautiful as him is a privilege. One in intend to enjoy while I can.

This time I had him sit on my chest, as I made a meal of his dick. He knows I like seeing his eyes as I suck him. He doesn't avoid it, in fact he seems to enjoy it too.

I sucked him for a minute, then looked into his eyes. "Do you like that? Am I doing a good job?"

Noan smiled in response.

I licked his cock head and asked again. "Am I doing it right?"

He finally gave me a slight nod. The first direct answer to something I asked.

"Should I stop?"

He gave a very noticeable shake of his head. He definitely didn't want me to stop. So I swallowed his dick again. Noah began sliding back and forth on my chest, fucking his dick in and out of my mouth. I placed my hands on his belly, and slid them up to his nipples, which I gave a little attention to before moving my hands to his butt.

I gripped his butt cheeks , and moved him in and out faster, fucking my face with his dick. I applied more suction and soon felt him shaking. His stomach tightened, his whole body was quivering and then he exploded down my throat, with a loud groan.

He collapsed beside me, still panting. Then he threw one knee on me and lay his head on my chest. His hand went to my cock and held it lovingly.

"Now that we've had our appetizers, would you like some food?"

He shook his head 'no'.

"Want to just lay here?"

He nodded. It was fine with me, I couldn't be happier. We lay for a long time, occasionally examining each other's bodies. I had noticed the first time I had sucked him the few hairs at the base of his dick. Now I knew it was ten, evenly scattered hairs. I could even tell where a couple more were trying to peek through.

I tongued all around his genitals, paying particular attention to his well developing nuts. Like his dick, these were larger than would be expected, but not a hair on them I sucked each into my mouth and tongued all around and under them.

Noah did the same to me. Seeming to marvel at my size and thickness. His fingers barely touching at first. Then as I grew in his grasp, the fingers widened apart.

We drug our asses out of bed in time to start dinner. I assembled a lasagna with Noah's assistance. Of course his occasional grabbing of my cock slowed things down a bit.

It was all very playful especially for him. I saw a different side of him. A good side. The wonderful young boy trapped inside the cocoon begging to be set free.

We made garlic bread and I taught him my secret recipe for salad dressing.

Dinner wasn't quite as somber as the birthday party had been But Noah was on my right and bear on my left.

I asked Noah, "I assume you've done that before?" He knew I was referring to the oral sex.

He picked up his pad and typed, 'You're the first I've wanted to do it with. Which told me more than I probably wanted to know.

After dinner cleanup was quick, and we headed for our shower. 'Our' meaning both at the same time. We didn't do anything there, though we were both hard as nails the entire time.

In the living room, bear was again placed at the end of the sofa, facing away from us. Then Noah dived face first into my lap. I lay us down in the classic sixty nine position, where we spent the next half hour pleasuring each other.

Then it was back to bed to cuddle and spoon. Bear was left behind on the sofa.

***

Sarah's small graveside service was on Thursday. We got out of the car, and Noah came around beside me. He reached for and grabbed my hand. I could feel him trembling, and gave his hand a reassuring squeeze.

Mary saw us approaching and was shocked at the actual physical contact.

"Where's his bear?" she asked.

"In the backpack, where it's been for a week."

"I can't believe it. You've performed a miracle."

"No miracle. Just patience and understanding."

"I was going to mention you've missed his counseling sessions, but you've made more progress in a short time than the passed year of therapy."

Few people attended, Mary, Blanche, Noah and I, and surprisingly, the two policemen who I assumed dug up the remains. After a few words from a preacher I didn't know, he asked if anyone would like to speak. Noah stepped forward. He sat his backpack down and unzipped it. He removed the bear, gave it a kiss, and laid it on the small casket.

It was a miracle indeed. He relinquished his only safety net. I didn't know it at the time, but the bear had belonged to Sarah. It wasn't just his security blanket. It was his only connection to his sister.

He turned and rushed into my arms. I heard Mary sob as I did too.

Then, through his tears Noah said, "Thank you Jim."

At first I thought I had imagined it. I looked at Mary. She had heard it too. There was a look of surprise and if possible, sorrowful joy, on her face.

I squeezed him tightly to me. "No, baby. Thank you."

Noah didn't show up for our shower. He had retreated to his room as soon as we returned from the service. I was concerned, but understood his need for some alone time.

I was in the living room for half an hour when he entered. He had showered alone, and was wearing his robe like I was. He simply took my hand and led me to my bedroom.

Removing his robe, he lay down and opened his arms to me in invitation. I shed my robe, and lay down on top of him. He pressed his lips to mine sensually. When my cock responded in it's usual manner, he gave me a sly grin. Then he raised his knees up to my sides, and reached between us for my rampant cock.

"Noah, baby, maybe this isn't…" I started when he aimed my cock at his pucker.

"Please Jim. I love you. I want this. Don't worry, you won't hurt me."

I kissed him again as I pushed into him. I was surprised to find he was prepared for this, and that his chute accepted me somewhat easily. Once passed his muscle ring, I slowly fed the rest into his welcoming body. His passionate moans drove me wild as I made love to this incredible boy.

I can't begin to describe the sheer emotion of that coupling. His arms and legs were wrapped around me, as he met each thrust with one of his own.

I felt his dick throb against my belly, "Oh yes, Jim," he cried as a wet pool gathered between us.

"Now. Make me your's. Cum in me. Please, I need Your love."

"You have it. My sweet boy. I love you too," I said, and unloaded a quart of cum in him.

***

It was four months later when the monstrous bitch went on trial for her daughter's murder. Fortunately Noah didn't have to see her. The judge ruled it would be too traumatic for him. He was allowed to give a sworn testimony using his pad. Mostly it was his own words combined with occasional responses to direct questions, recorded by a court appointed stenographer.

I was to represent him, and read the testimony in court. The account of the horrors he and his sister were subjected to were too much for me. I was in tears the whole time, and several times the judge had to allow me a few minutes to compose myself.

The horrendous bitch showed no sign of emotion or remorse. But the Jury, spectators, and even the judge, were in tears as well.

It was twenty full minutes, from the time the jury stood up to leave the courtroom, until the verdict was read. Guilty.

She received 99 years and one day sentence to be added to the sentence she was already serving, with no chance of parole. She'd be a hundred and fifty before she got out.

Sarah had been only five years old when she died. Noah was eight. He hadn't spoken a word since her death, until that day beside her coffin. She died because she couldn't hold back her screams of pain. Noah was determined to survive by keeping silent until his sister found peace.

The End