Chapter 1
Game on Little Foxy

Summer had been in full force for a couple weeks now, and the pool maintenance service had already come and gotten things in order at home. I just needed one more thing, a new speedo, or three.

I really didn't need an excuse to visit my favorite sporting goods store, but any excuse is a good excuse. They carried all manner of sporting attire, from cycling shorts, running tights, unitards and singlets. I had spent many an hour perusing their selections. So much so, several of the staff and I were on a first name basis.

Having chosen three awesome speedos, I had to force myself to move on. It was early afternoon and I was getting rather hungry, having not had lunch yet. Besides, I need not buy out the entire store in one visit, right? Maybe? I guess not.

I stepped around the end of the aisle I was on and turned down the next. At that moment my eyes came upon a young lad. He looked to be maybe 15 or so, and had short and spiky blonde hair. It was then I noticed his left hand was shoved into the waistband of his shorts and a bit of price tag was poking out. His gaze turned my way just as he finished tucking the item of clothing further down. His deep blue eyes locked with mine as the color drained out of his cheeks and fear swept in.

He started to turn away just as Genie, one of the store employees, came around the corner behind him. "Howdy hon, need help finding something?" she asked with a smile.

I could see the glint of tears starting to form in the poor boy's eyes as he froze, petrified. My heart went out to him. He was obviously not some hardened criminal just out to make a quick buck.

Taking a deep breath, I stepped forward. "Hey Genie!" I said with a smile, "I see you've met my nephew. He's in from out of town, and forgot to bring his swimming trunks."

The obviously puzzled boy stuttered "H-hi… I'm G-Greg." He swallowed looking up at me trying to hold in his tears.

I placed my hand on his shoulder and gave a gentle squeeze "Pool's gunna get cold if you take too much longer," I chuckled as I stepped past him to Genie, leaning in. "I think the poor boy's a bit shy…" I motioned towards the rack of speedos.

"Oh!" She smiled back and nodded. "Well, if you fine gentlemen need any help, just give me a shout. I'll be a few aisles over hanging these," she held up a collection of tank tops in her right hand.

"Will do!" I turned back to Greg as she walked away. Leaning in close to his ear I whispered, "The tags in this store have a chip in them. If you get anywhere near the door without it being cleared, the alarm -will- go off." I stood back up and held my hand out, looking around.

His eyes widened from this bit of info and nodded. Slowly he reached down and pulled a speedo from the front of his shorts and placed them in my hand. His gaze never left the speedo as he sighed deeply.

"Oh! Those are a great choice!" I spoke up as Genie walked by, now empty handed. I reached over and grabbed another pair off the rack and held them up in front of him. "I think these ones would look good too, whatcha think?"

He looked up, confused and nodded slowly, "Ye-yeah, I like those too." he spoke meekly.

I smiled big, "Awesome! Did you need anything else while we're here?"

The boy looked up and over a few aisles where Genie had been a couple minutes earlier before dropping his gaze down to his hands. "N-No Sir, I don't need anything."

"I see" I said as I headed in the direction of is gaze, "Come along then."

I found my way to the tank tops, with him close behind. Flipping through the selection, I held the occasional shirt up in front of him. With a puzzled expression he shook his head to each. Then his eyes lit up as he looked over at the rack. I picked up the one that caught his attention and held it up.

With a deep sigh he muttered, "I like that one, it's nice."

"Then it's settled," I motioned towards the registers. "Let's head out, shall we?" He nodded and headed to the front of the store.

I had the clerk split our items into separate bags, as he slid the tag of each across a gray plate in the counter triggering an audible 'beep'. The boy watched this closely, glancing up at me at one point as I nodded to him. Aside from that, he made no eye contact with either the clerk or I and took his bag when I handed it to him. He then walked to the exit, stepping through the sensors tentatively.

He sighed deeply as we stepped out into the blinding summer sun. "Enjoy the pool guys!" Genie's voice rang out from somewhere to the side. This caused Greg to jump and stumble into my side. I caught him with one hand and held the other up to block the summer sun. Genie waved before returning to her duties.

"Absolutely!" I waved back as I turned the boy towards the parking lot and gave him a small nudge. Taking the lead, we walked to my car. The boy followed along closely and crawled in on the passenger's side once I'd unlocked the doors. "Well, looks like you need to play along a few more minutes," I nodded towards the shop where Genie was still arranging things on the outside racks.

"Ok" He said quietly. After a momentary pause, he spoke again, "Sir?"

I shook my head as I started the car. "Please don't call me sir. I'm not that old… My name is Jeff."

"Oh, sorry." He stared at the bag in his lap. "Why did, or didn't you, you know…" He trailed off.

"Well," I started as I pulled out of the parking spot and headed towards the exit of the strip mall. "Let me start by making a guess, and you can let me know if I'm close." I glanced over at the boy, who nodded in silence. "You've been wanting a speedo for a while now. You go and look at them whenever you get the chance and that has just made you want one even more. You don't have the money to buy it yourself, and you're too embarrassed to ask your parents to buy it for you… Finally, you just couldn't take it anymore, you just had to have one and you thought you had an opportunity. And, that's when I entered the picture." I looked over at him as I pulled into the drive thru line at the mall burger joint.

He was staring at me, eyes so big they seemed like they could just roll out of their sockets, and his mouth agape. "How… How do you know?" he exclaimed in complete disbelief.

I couldn't help but laugh out loudly at his expression, pulling forward in the queue. "It's simple! I did the exact same thing when I was about your age."

"Really?" He asked, a bit of doubt in his voice.

"Yep! Though, I got caught!" I retorted. "The security guard called my mom, and the cops… it was humiliating, and pure hell! So when I saw this all playing out again, I just couldn't let you go through that."

"Holy shit!" He covered his mouth as the words came out. "Sorry! Thank you Sir… I mean, Jeff"

I laughed again, pulling in front of the order board and the broken voice asked for our order. "One sec" I called out and turned to the boy. "Sorry, I always grab a burger on my way home from this mall, and I wasn't even thinking about it… Would you like something?"

He looked back down at the bag in his lap, the excitement leaving his voice, "You've wasted too much on me already."

"I'll take that as a yes." I leaned out the window and ordered two number 7's and asked them to be large sized with colas. The broken voice responded with what I assumed was the total and I pulled forward to the window. As the young man handed me the drinks I pulled a couple cup holders out of the dash, depositing the drinks. Lastly he handed out our bag of food and I pulled forward, ready to head home.

"D'Oh!" I said aloud.

The boy looked up as I turned into a parking spot, looking a bit concerned at my outburst. "Something wrong?"

"No, sorry. I'm just being a complete dunce. Normally, I just grab my food and head straight on home, but today, one could consider that kidnapping!" I raised both brows as I looked at him.

"Oh yeah. I guess, I guess I should go…" His voice was full of such sadness. He leaned forward and grabbed for the door latch.

"Hold up!" I said "You have food to eat before you head off."

He stopped and looked up at me, the sadness clearing. "Really?"

"Well, yeah… I mean, I can't eat two of these things myself!"

He sat back with a smile "Ok! Thanks, Jeff"

To be honest, his reactions concerned me a bit. Here I was, a total stranger, and this boy didn't want to leave my car – quite the opposite, he seemed rather pleased by the fact I wanted him to stay. My thoughts were cut off abruptly as a robotic voice announced "Call from… Jordan"

"Woops! I need to take this" I stated and the boy nodded. Pressing a button on the steering wheel I spoke up, "Hey Jordan! What's up?"

"Dude!" the voice rang out from the car's speakers, "The Grand Challenge 4 video dropped an hour ago and you've already got a million views! You've gone viral man! Poor Dorkley is SO far behind right now, it's a joke!"

I thwapped my steering wheel several times "Woot! Fuckin' right man!" I exclaimed and quickly remembered I wasn't alone, looking over at the boy sheepishly.

Once more, his eyes were opened huge and he was turned completely sideways in the seat facing me, "You do not have GC4! It doesn't even come out for two more weeks!" He practically screamed before again covering his mouth with his hands.

"Dude! Someone there with you?" Jordan rang out.

"Yeah, my… nephew's here…"

"Right on! Well, anyways, you gotta get on making a second vid… I mean… Like tonight? Keep up the momentum ya know!"

Greg inched closer to me. Much further and he'd been sitting in my lap. His eyes locked on me, with longing.

"Really dude… Tonight?" I looked at the boy. "Yo, Jordan. They added multiplayer with GC4, right?"

Greg was nodding emphatically as Jordan responded. "That's kinda one of their marketing points. Wait… Dude! Yes! That's fucking brilliant! I can see it now… The Grand Challenge's Grand Master passes on his knowledge to the next generation… You'll bury Dorkley so fucking deep with that shit, he'll never catch up!"

Greg literally bounced in his seat at that point.

I laughed again, "Well Jordan, we might just make that happen. Let me do some checking and I'll get back to you."

"Yes!" Greg shouted out, plopped back in his seat and slammed his belt into place in seemingly one fell swoop. "Ready to go Uncle Jeff!" He beamed at me.

Jordan's laughter filled the car as he ended the call "Right then, talk to you in a bit man."

I don't think I'd ever seen a kid so pumped and excited. I really didn't want to burst his bubble, or let Jordan down, but this was complicated. "So Greg, I'm happy to let you come by my place and play GC4. But you have to admit, this is a bit odd, I'm not sure your folks would approve."

"What's odd about it? My friend has a game I really want to play. And he said I can come over to his house to play it. Sounds normal to me!" He grinned and bounced some more.

"Yeah, totally normal. Your friend is more than double your age. You've only known him for about thirty minutes. And the first thing he did was buy you a skimpy swimsuit. Nope, not odd at all!"

He laughed, "Nope, not weird at all! Besides, you could be driving a white panel van and I wouldn't care, if you let me play that game!" He had a huge grin as he spoke "As for home, curfew is ten PM. As long as I'm there by then, no one cares."

I shook my head "Well then, I guess I'm kidnapping you and hauling you back to my place! Oh, and that solves the food problem too."

I pulled out of the parking spot and headed home. The entirety of the short trip consisted of a game of forty questions as Greg gleaned as much info about the game as I could muster. He'd obviously played the previous games too, as many of the questions regarded the differences.

"Whoa! This is your house?" He asked in awe as we pulled into the driveway of my home.

"Yep, welcome to Case De La Jeff." While I knew my house was a bit bigger than the average home, it wasn't exactly what I would call a mansion either. Admittedly though, the youngster's gushing made me happy. I'd worked my ass off to afford this place, and it was all mine.

"Now, watch this!" As I approached the garage, the door automatically opened and the robotic voice emitted from the car speakers "Welcome home Jeff. Security disabled, doors have been unlocked." Then, as soon as the tail of the car cleared the doors, they started closing.

"Dude! That's freakin' amazing!" he squeaked, sounding all too much like Jordan.

He jumped out of the car the moment I turned it off. The food in one hand, and his loot bag in the other. He stood at the entrance to the house waiting for me.

"Go ahead" I said as I grabbed my bag from the back seat and the two drinks, closing my door with a hip bump.

Heading into the kitchen from the garage, there was no Greg to be found. Though the bags he was carrying were on the counter. I figured I'd let him explore while I sorted out our food and drinks on the dining table. Moments later he stepped in from the back yard doors.

"Your pool is freakin cool! And you have a hot tub!" he exclaimed.

"Wait! I have a hot tub?" I mocked surprise raising my brows and looked out the doorway "Guess the pool was busy while I was out!"

The boy laughed "Yeah, and it's such an adorable hot tub too, you should be so proud!" The burgers on the table grabbed his attention, "Holy cow those things are huge! I don't think I can eat that much."

I Took my seat and chuckled, "No, they only serve unholy cows at that joint, and no worries… Just eat what you can."

The boy took the seat opposite mine and began munching on fries. He seemed truly happy and excited. Not at all the boy that I rescued at the store. His infectious joy was grabbing hold of me. I had performed this particular ritual so many times, and never before had it been so enjoyable. I began to think about how quiet and boring my house had been before, and would again be once he left later that evening. I sighed audibly as I munched some fries myself.

He looked up at me with a bit of concern, his burger being held up by both his hands. "Wass wong" he uttered with mouth half full.

"Absolutely nothing" I smiled, "Quite the opposite actually, I was thinking how great this is."

He swallowed and then grinned, "Yeah, this is the best day ever! And we haven't even started playing GC4 yet!" It took a moment but I could tell by the expression on his face, he just realized what I had said only a couple minutes earlier. "Tomorrow's gunna suck though…" He trailed off, taking another bite of his burger.

Without even thinking, I responded, "You could always come back for another visit." I started in on my burger, not quite sure why I had extended the invitation so easily. It was so unlike me to invite strangers into my home, much less invite them back before I even knew them.

The boy's face lit up again as he swallowed another bite. "Really? Like maybe tomorrow?"

"Sure" I responded, trying not to sound too enthused. It made me so happy to hear that he wanted to spend more time with me. But why? Why does this boy bring such happiness to me? Why is he so happy to spend time with me? Or is it the stuff I have that excites him so?

I didn't have long to mull it over. The boy groaned, snapping me back to the moment. He was leaned back in his chair, his hands rubbing his stomach and half the burger still in front of him. "I'm sorry Jeff, I can't eat anymore without exploding."

"It's ok," I said with a smile. "We can put the rest up for later if you like."

"That'd be great, it's so good!" He said as he wrapped the remainders of the burger up in its paper.

I downed the last few bites of my burger and inadvertently burped as I stood. "Ooops, scuse me!" I covered my mouth as the boy laughed.

Greg got up and wandered off towards the living room as I grabbed his burger and put it in the fridge.

"Holy shit!" His voice echoed out. I had been expecting this of course and joined him. He stood dumb struck by the massive 80 inch screen on the wall in the living room. "I wanna play on this!" he exclaimed.

"Sorry champ, not this time" I said, prompting him to make a pouty face. "If you're gunna be in the vid, you need to play on one of the streaming PCs."

"Streaming PC?" he asked as he followed me across the living room and down a short flight of stairs. We stood in a small room with a number of windowed doors around the perimeter and a set of computer workstations on one wall. He walked around, peering into the rooms. "This is really neat! It's so you don't get echo and stuff, right?"

"Exactly!" I was a bit impressed that he'd worked that out. I led him to one of the doors and motioned for him to enter. He did so, immediately taking a seat in the single chair, spinning it full circle a couple times with a giggle. I grabbed the chair and turned him to the computer screens.

"Ok, so you'll only be using one of the screens. The other you won't need tonight. So just ignore it. The mic will be always on, so try to watch the language, and don't use real names. Jordan can edit it out later if need be, but it's easier and comes out better if he doesn't have to."

"Got it" he affirmed as I leaned over him to access the PC. The boy watched intently as I clicked and typed. Finally, I grabbed a pair of headphones off the wall and placed them on his head, adjusting the band so they fit properly.

Moments later we were presented with the Great Challenge 4 intro video. Greg audibly squeaked as it began. I patted him on the shoulder before I stepped back and closed the door.

It only took me a couple minutes to get comfortable in my own room, headset on, "Mic check, Golden Fox here" I spoke aloud.

"Loud and clear!" a voice sounded back. "What name should I use?"

"Ah yes, you need a name!" I started to think, but was interrupted almost immediately.

"I like your name, can mine be something that matches? Maybe Little Fox?"

"Sounds like a great name," I responded to the query.

"Yay!" The way too cheerful voice chimed. "Almost done setting up"

Geese, It took me nearly an hour to create my toon. "Take your time and be sure of what you have, you can't change it later." I clicked a few keys on my keyboard and my second display lit up, showing me what was on the boy's screen. Damn, this boy knows what he's doing!

"Roger Golden Foxy, Little Fox's already got this planned out!"

And I thought I was hard core! I chuckled "Good deal Little Foxy."

His name made me smile. If only he knew my name had ulterior meanings. I watched in amazement as he flew through one screen of the character creator after another. Masterfully choosing almost the exact same options for everything as I had. Down to the race, though as it was a fox race, I guess that shouldn't have been a surprise. The only difference being he leaned a tad more DPS heavy, while I was more defense heavy. All in all his build complimented mine damned well. Enough so that most would likely think it prearranged.

"Done!" He said as he clicked the save button and the intro sequence began.

"Go ahead and complete the tutorial. A few things have changed since the previous games. I'll join you on the other end of the first gateway."

"Aye!" He retorted as I kicked back to watch the show. Just like before, he picked up on everything extremely quickly. This boy's good!

"Fucking sweet!" I yelled out as he cleared the third level of the tutorial with a perfect score.

"You're watchin' me?" He exclaimed with surprise.

"Yep!" I laughed. "Been watching since you were about half done making your toon."

"Oh," he responded a bit nervous.

"Just don't think about it. If you focus on being watched, it'll make it really hard."

"Ok, I'll try." He finished another level, not doing quite as well. I wondered if I'd made a mistake. But then again, the video we were about to make would be watched by potentially millions of people. Wow, if I had pointed that out he'd been a total mess! Though, it didn't take long before he was back in full action.

About 10 minutes later he finished the final tutorial level and stepped into the first gateway. As promised, my toon was waiting for him as he arrived on the other side.

"Ok, I'm setting a countdown for two hours… Remember to watch the language, and toon names only. If you run into any issues, let me know."

He sorted through his loot, equipped gear and weapons as I spoke and was done before I finished. "Roger! Ready to go!"

"Alrighty. Going live!" I pressed a few buttons and a message came up on the second screen, letting me know the recording had begun. The view of both our games displayed in a split screen with a timer.

"Welcome back folks, this is Golden Fox with you once more with an episode of Grand Challenge 4… Today we've got a special guest to give us a hand trying out the new multiplayer functionality."

"Yo!" Without even needing my cue, Greg spoke up. "This is Little Fox here and I can't wait to stomp some baddies back to the stone-age! Thanks for inviting me along GF!"

"Sounds good, let's do this!" I pushed my character forward and jumped in a green gateway, Little Fox right on my heels.

Two hours passed in a blink. The countdown timer on my second screen flashed that the time was up and was now running into the negatives as we stepped through another gateway triggering a save.

"And with that folks, I'm afraid we're out of time! This has been Golden Fox…"

"And Little Fox!" Greg chimed in without skipping a beat.

"Saying Good Night and Good gaming to you all!"

"See ya!"

And with that I pressed a few more buttons and the recording was done. I spun round and stepped out of my cubicle, meeting Greg in the outer room.

"Oh my God! That was fucking awesome!" He bounced around totally juiced with excitement. "Can we do this again?" He held his hands pleadingly.

"So you really enjoyed yourself? Sure, I don't see why not!"

"Yay!" He danced around, positively glowing.

I chuckled as I watched him dance around. Damn, I wish I still had that kind of energy! "Well, I need to give Jordan a call and let him know the vid is all set for him. Why don't you head upstairs and I'll be with you in a minute."

Without a word he danced up the stairs as I pulled out my phone and dialed Jordan.

A few minutes later I found my way upstairs. Greg was in the kitchen polishing off the last of his burger.

"All set" I said. "Jordan will get the video edited tomorrow and it'll go live the day after."

He smiled big. "Cool! Hope people like it."

"I'm sure they will, you were great!" I glanced down at my phone, "I'll need your address."

He looked at me a bit confused. "Why?"

"So I can map it. I'm not gunna make you walk home… We should also swap numbers" I nodded.

The boy looked down at his empty burger wrapper, then wadded it up. "Thanks. I don't have a phone though… Can't afford one… But if I can use your phone, I'll put in my address."

I opened the map app and handed the phone to him. While he punched in his address, I found a scrap of paper and wrote down my number, handing it to him as I took my phone back. I looked over the map, "Not bad! Only a fifteen minute drive. So if we leave by about nine thirty we should be able to make it with time to spare."

He nodded, staring at his wrapper ball. "What time is it now?"

"Seven thirty… So we still got a couple hours… Any idea what you want to do?" Normally I'd jump in the hot tub after a long game session, but figured I could pass one night if the boy wanted to fire GC4 up on the big screen. I set an alarm on my phone as I awaited his response.

"Could we…" He swayed side to side a bit, looking down. "Maybe… Jump in the hot tub?"

"That sounds like a great idea!" A wave of relief passed over me. Man, is this boy my young twin? It was totally uncanny how alike we were.

Greg jumped and snagged his bag off the counter, and quickly disappeared into the small bathroom off the kitchen. I wondered when he discovered it as I grabbed my bag and headed off to my room to change.

I didn't want to keep the boy waiting, so grabbed a speedo at random from my bag and quickly changed and snagged a couple towels from the linen closet on my way back to the kitchen.

The bathroom door was open and Greg was nowhere to be seen, so I headed outside. He was sitting on the side of the hot tub waiting for me.

"Wow! That's a nice suit!" he said as he examined my lower region.

"Thanks!" I said, suddenly becoming a bit self-conscious at being checked out by the lad. Of course I couldn't help but check out his suit as well. As if prompted, he stepped forward into a brighter area and gave a little spin.

"Damn" I uttered under my breath. The suit hugged his boyish figure tight. Highlighting the silhouette of his package while the rear pulled at his buttocks forming two firm round mounds. I cleared my throat and swallowed before I spoke up "That's a really nice suit too!"

My groin twitched as I forced myself to stop looking. I hadn't thought this way about the boy. Well, any boy for that matter. Young men, yes, but not boys. Maybe this was a bad idea… Can I back out?

"Thanks!" he beamed, obviously proud of the way he looked in the suit. "Ready to get in?" The voice yanked my attention back.

"Yeah, hop in!" I took a deep breath, setting the towels and my phone on a bench. It'll be ok, I told myself and followed him into the hot tub. Within moments we were both kicked back and relaxing, letting the warm water wash away the aches in our muscles. I sighed happily, the thoughts from just before slipping away.

"This is nice" Greg said, sliding around beside me, then leaning against my side. "Thank you for the incredible day."

I smiled down at him, and without even thinking, wrapped an arm around him and pulled him tight to my side. "My pleasure… Totally!"

Greg nuzzled into my side, and we sat in silence, just enjoying being there with each other. It wasn't exactly inappropriate, though I know many would object to our closeness… But right at that moment, I didn't give a fuck! It was awesome, and I could have stayed like that forever, happily.

Of course it wouldn't last. It seemed like it'd only been a few minutes, but the alarm on my phone sounded.

"I guess that's it, huh?" The boy pushed against me hard for a moment before standing and turning to face me. His groin only inches from my face, the wet fabric not hiding anything.

Oh lord why must he tease me so? My breath hitched as I nodded swallowing as I looked up.

"Alright" he said and stepped out onto the deck grabbing the towels. He held one out for me.

I took a deep breath, then the towel as I followed, and started drying off as Greg did the same. We both then headed inside, him into the common bath, and I again to my room.

Having changed, we both met back in the kitchen.

"Can I leave these here?" He asked, holding up the wet speedo.

"Of course! You'll need a suit here when you come back to visit anyways, right?"

He smiled sadly and nodded. "Right"

I took the speedo from him and took it into the utility room, depositing them in the washer. Returning to the kitchen I looked at my phone. "Well, guess it's time to go champ."

He nodded and walked solemnly out to the garage and got into the car, buckling up.

I followed shortly behind and within moments we were on the road and headed for his place. The trip was uncomfortably quiet. Neither of us knew what to say. I didn't want him to go, and he didn't want to leave. But how could either of us admit that to the other?

As we pulled up in front of his house he finally broke the silence.

"Thanks Jeff. Today was absolutely amazing." He opened the door without even looking in my direction and stepped out of the car. "I think it really was the best day of my life." He closed the door before I could respond and ran to the front porch. Stopping to look back just before vanishing inside before I could even wave.

I took a deep breath and pulled away. The fun and excitement of the day running through my mind. It truly has been an amazing day! The long lonely drive home seemed to take forever.

I went straight into my room, stripping down to my boxer briefs on my way to the bed, where I flopped face first and laid for a moment. With a deep sigh I finally crawled into place laying on the covers and closed my eyes to go to sleep.

As per usual though, my libido threw a wrench into things. My hand slid down to my hardening member as I conjured a scene in my imagination. A slender young man showing off in his tight, wet, speedo! My eyes shot open as I realized the young man was Greg.

My rock hard shaft throbbed in my right hand as I stroked, pushing down my undies with my other hand. There was no escaping it, the boy was holding my fantasy hostage and I let myself give in.

I closed my eyes again and there he was. His small package in the tight water soaked speedo mere inches from my face. I Leaned forward, wrapped my lips around his member, suckling at the spandex bulge as my hands reached around behind him, fondling at his perfect mounds and pulling his groin harder against my face.

I moaned out loud as my body shuttered and surged within mere moments. My cock erupted in thick streams of cum, coating my stomach as I panted heavily. The creamy seed ran down my side, where it pooled on the bed sheet. I hadn't come that fast or hard in longer than I could remember.

"Fuck" I murmured aloud. How and why did this boy affect me so? And how will I deal with it when he returns?

I didn't think too long on these questions as I was out cold in minutes.

Chapter 2
The Long Day

I yawned hard as my eyes slowly rolled open. It felt like I had slept far too long, yet my bedroom was still dim and dark. As I laid there stretching the pitter-patter sound of rain on the window reached my ears.

"Ugh!" I said aloud, "Guess no pool time again today!" I rubbed at the sleep in my eyes as I sat up and swung my feet off the edge of the bed and stood.

Stretching one last time I turned to make the bed, seeing the remnants of the previous night's activities. I grinned to myself as I thought back, still unsure why this boy had found his way to a place no boy had before. It felt good, but I wasn't sure it was. I shook it off as I pulled the sheet from my bed, gathered up the trail of clothes I had left on the floor and found my way to the laundry room.

Having gotten the washer going, I meandered into the kitchen and fired up the coffee maker. It was then I noticed the bright yellow bag from the athletics store on the counter. I thought about it a moment, positive I'd taken my bag to the bedroom, and then realized Greg had been emptyhanded as he ran to the front porch of his house.

I looked in the bag and sure enough, the tank top and second speedo were there. I stared at them for a long moment, wondering what it meant. I sighed audibly, setting the bag back down and headed to the master bathroom for my morning shower, lost in contemplation.

On a normal day I would have happily played with myself while in the shower, dreaming up some delightful scenario. Today, however, was different. I don't know if I was coming down from the rush of fun that was the previous day or perhaps it was the gloominess visible just out the windows. Or was it the creeping concerns over Greg's parting words, and the left behind loot. Whatever the cause, an unsettling feeling was starting to take hold in my chest.

I turned off the shower and shook my head hard, more so to clear my mind than anything else. Drying off seemed to take unreasonably too long, followed by a shave and finally back out to the bedroom.

I only stayed there for a few minutes. Long enough to grab a fresh pair of boxer-briefs and a t-shirt from the dresser, slipping them on. Then snagged my cell phone from its wireless charging pad before turning it on to check for missed calls or messages, as I found my way back to the kitchen. There were none.

I sighed audibly again. I checked the time, "It's only ten, plenty of day left" I reassured myself.

"It must be the lack of coffee" I muttered as I grabbed a cup and sat it at the breakfast bar. Within a few moments I also pulled together a bowl of cereal and took my seat. As I sat, ate and drank, I tried to think of other things. This however was interrupted repeatedly as I checked my phone. As if it wouldn't inform me, had something important happened.

I finished my cereal and pushed the bowl to the side before dropping my forehead onto the counter with a groan. My mind reeled, replaying all sorts of little snippets from the day before. The feeling the lad had not wanted to leave, the sadness he expressed at having to do so, his surprise at my invitation to return, his final words to me, the bag on the kitchen counter, not to mention he said today would suck.

I had a lot of questions, and far too few answers. I guess time would tell if I would get those answers, or not. The 'or not' part of all of this was starting to feel heavier as time went on and I gave it more thought.

Abruptly the phone rang, I just about threw it across the kitchen as I jumped to my feet clambering for it.

"Hello!" I said excitedly, expecting to hear the boy's voice in return.

"Yo dude!" Jordan's all too cheery voice sang out. Whatever he'd been drinking, eating or smoking, I could have used some about then.

"Oh, it's you…" I mumbled inadvertently.

"Dude? You ok?" he asked with genuine concern.

"Yeah, just a gloomy morning. You know how it is some days. Anyways, what's up?" I tried to pull myself together and sound a bit chipper.

"Oh man! I just got done with the first pass of the new vid. It's incredible! Seriously man, I think this one will be bigger than your last! Any chance Little Fox could be in the live stream on Friday?"

I laughed, pinching the bridge of my nose as I contemplated. It only took one day for this small boy to completely infiltrate my life and thoughts. Even my childhood friend was not immune. How does that just happen? A surge of emotions had planted its foot squarely in the pit of my stomach, and was growing fast.

"Jeff…? Earth to Jeff!" Jordan's voice slapped at me.

"Sorry… I don't know." I felt the strong need to get off the phone and quick! "I'll get back to you when I know more… I gotta go man… I'll call you later."

Jordan had barely uttered "OK" as I hung up and dropped back down on the bar stool, the phone slipping from my grasp, landing on the counter with a thud.

I rested my forehead in my hands as I breathed deep, trying to calm the torrent rushing within. What the hell is wrong with me? Is this an anxiety attack? I wondered.

I sat there for a long while, pushing down the thoughts and concerns, telling myself everything was fine, all the while trying to regain my composure.

I'm not real sure how long I sat there, but I just about fell off the bar stool as someone started pounding on the front door. I don't remember anyone ever having done this before, I have a doorbell after all.

I froze halfway through the living room as the pounding came again. Isn't that what cops do? I thought back to TV shows I'd seen. My heart raced as I continued my way to the door, tentatively opening it.

The heavy door nearly ripped out of my hand as a massive gust of wind roared through. Harsh streams of wind and rain slapped me hard, nearly blinding me as a dark figure rushed past like a leaf riding a wave.

I slammed the door hard exclaiming "Crap!" while turning to face the new arrival. I was ready to take action against the intruder, looking dumbstruck.

"You nearly gave me a heart attack! What the hell are you doing here? And why didn't you just ring the doorbell?"

Jordan was hunched over, his hands on his knees as he panted roughly, a growing puddle of water forming on the tiled entry floor. "Shit dude! It's coming down out there! And I did ring the bell, but you weren't answering!" He removed his jacket, hanging it on a hook before heading into the living room as he continued, "And I'm here 'cause you need me."

"I need you?" I followed behind him trying to object. "What do you mean I need you?"

"Come on dude! I could tell by the way you acted when I called. Something's up! And I'm pretty sure I know what it is…"

I shook my head, "I told you it was fine, I'm just feeling the gloominess of the weather."

"Seriously dude?" he said, jumping over the back of the couch, and landing his butt firm in place. "How long have we known each other?" He glared at me a moment before looking around. "Nope, he's not here… Figured as much."

I raised a brow and took a seat in a recliner, "Who's not here?"

"Little Fox… Your, uh" he made air quotes with his hands "Nephew."

"Well of course not! He doesn't live here, and what's with the air quotes?"

"Dude… Again, how long have we known each other? Your sis is gay, your bro hasn't spent enough time out of jail since puberty… And let's face it, may she rest in peace, your mom is probably the only woman in existence with enough patience to have children with that bastard you call a father. So how on Earth do you now mysteriously have a nephew I have never met or heard of?"

I was stupid. My Nephew? I'd known Jordan since elementary school, and he knew every member of my rather small family as well as I did. I looked down at my hands, which I nervously fidgeted. It seemed so obvious now. He knew I was lying about Greg's identity the moment I mentioned it, though he'd said nothing. Until now anyways.

"What was his name?" He tipped his head in contemplation, "Greg I think? Yeah, that was it… And I know you wouldn't have gone to some sleazy place to pick up some 'fun for the night', that's not your style. Hell, it's a rare and special event you let anyone come in your home, let alone a stranger… So there must be something to tell… Spill!" He demanded and sat back, getting comfortable for what he knew was going to be a bit of a story.

"Fun for the night… Really?" I grumbled, then took a deep breathe, and explained the previous day's events. From catching the boy at the store, up to taking him home. I of course left out a few bits of detail, like our time in the hot tub, and my imaginings before bed.

Jordan listened carefully, nodding as he took it all in. "The athletics store…" He grinned slyly, "Perhaps I was wrong. You did go somewhere sleazy!" He laughed.

I glared at him. He just loved pushing that particular button. After all, had he not been wearing the most wonderful pair of tight spandex shorts the day I met him, we may have never become friends.

"Sorry dude, couldn't resist. So anyways, that was yesterday… And today you've heard nothing."

I nodded.

"And you have feelings for him." He stated, not asked.

I opened my mouth to respond. Off hand, I was going to reject the assumption, but stopped. I really didn't know how to respond. I hadn't considered it, yes I enjoyed our time together, but then I thought about my imaginings the night before. Not to mention the funk I'd been in all day.

Jordan picked up on my confused state. "Look dude. I watched the video this morning. And man, I gotta tell you, I've not heard you that pumped and happy since…" He took a long pause before uttering the name. "Well, since Rick."

I looked up at him in surprise. His face was as serious as I'd remembered seeing it in a long while. "Really?" I questioned.

"No doubt man. It was amazing… And fantastic. The chemistry between the two of you was off the chains! It was like you'd been together for years. And since you've never mentioned him before, I knew there was something special there…" He looked me dead in the eyes. "And then, our call earlier. I could tell something was totally off. It was a complete reversal… Yeah, there's no doubt! There is something more there then just some basic friendship."

I swallowed and sighed. "But… But he's just a kid." I said softly.

"He did sound pretty young, just figured he coulda had one of those voices though. How old is he?"

"I… I'm really not sure." I furrowed my brows. "I'd guess maybe fifteen ish."

He nodded. "That does make it difficult. But you know what dude?"

I tipped my head and inquired, "What?"

"It's simple… You're an awesome dude. You're nice and gentle and sweet. I know you would never take advantage of anyone. I trust you, and I will back you all the way."

"What are you saying?" I was a bit confused.

"I'm saying, if you want to pursue this, I am here for you. You deserve happiness, and I don't think something as insignificant as age should get in the way. That is of course, as long as he feels the same way… And I'll tell you, from what I heard, he was just as happy as you were last night. And worse comes to worse, I'll be here to hold you up."

I wasn't sure I should be, but my best friend's words made me feel happier. A bit of the weight lifted off my shoulders and for, I think, the first time that day, I smiled. It was short lived however as I glanced at my phone and sighed again. "But he hasn't called. And it's already early evening."

Jordan groaned and ran his fingers through his hair and flicked them my way. A spray of water droplets pelted me. "Dude! It's like a fucking monsoon out there! I don't even want to be out in this shit, but did so because my friend needed me!"

I felt stupid again as I face palmed. How could I have been so wrapped up in my own head? "Of course! You're right… What the hell was I thinking?"

If Greg was my son, I wouldn't have let him go out in this either, even if he begged and pleaded… Everything else was probably just coincidence. And with that, all but a little of the doubt melted away.

"I will probably hear from him tomorrow!" I reassured myself out loud.

"I bet so." Jordan smiled as he stood up. "And with that, my work here is done… More work at home though. Still have to run the final render on the vid for tomorrow." He headed for the door with me in tow.

"Thanks man," I smiled big and gave him a hug. "You were right, of course, I needed you."

"Well duh! Aren't I always?" He grinned and slipped his jacket on before rushing out the door into the torrent beyond.

My stomach growled at me harshly. I hadn't eaten anything since my bowl of cereal that morning. I wasn't really in the mood to cook however, so I just grabbed a plate of pizza rolls and tossed them in the microwave to heat. Plate in hand, I returned to my place in front of the big screen and fired up the recorded backlog of my favorite sci-fi TV series.

I was in the third and final episode of the backlog when the phone rang. I grumbled, wondering who would be calling this late at night, and why they had the nerve to interrupt me only a partial episode from finally being caught up.

"Yes?" I answered a bit gruff.

"Je… Jeff?" The boy's voice sounded off "S… Sorry…"

"Greg!" I almost exclaimed, but tried to reighn in my excitement. "Hey little buddy."

"C… Could you come get me?"

"Get you?" I questioned, a bit surprised at the request given the time. "Where are you?"

"I'm at the mall… And they… they," it sounded like he was starting to sob through his words. "They told me I have to leave… But the rain…"

I sprang to my feet rushing up the stairs and down the hall to my room as I answered, "I'm on my way! Hold tight!"

"Ok," he responded, his voice becoming muted, speaking to someone else, "He's on his way, thank you," and the call ended.

It took me moments to throw on my clothes and fly back through the house and out to the garage. This was promptly followed by my quickest trip ever to the strip mall, weather be damned. All the lights inside the stores were either off or dimmed as I passed one storefront after another.

A little ways down a shadowy figure stepped out from one of the overhangs as I pulled up. Quickly I stopped and unlocked the passenger door.

The boy jumped in quickly, pulling the door closed against the wind. He was drenched to the bone and shivering violently. He looked over at me, looking so sad as he mumbled, "Th… Thank you."

He buckled up and then leaned against the door, staring out into the darkness. The faint sounds of sobbing uttered from his direction.

"What's wrong hon?" I asked with great concern, turning up the heater.

"C… Can we talk later? At… At your place?" His voice cracked between tears.

"Of course we can" I said, not wanting to push. I put the car into drive and we headed home, in silence.

About half way there, his sobs had finally stopped, as had his shivering.

"Today was my birthday." The words shuttered from the boy. Before I could even ask, he took me by surprise with his answer. "I'm thirteen now." He looked and acted so much older than his age.

I had to stop myself from saying "Happy b-day", obviously it hadn't been, and I didn't want to pour salt on what was obviously a terrible wound. Though, I really wished I'd known, perhaps I could have made it a happy one for him. In the end I decided to simply rest a hand on his shoulder, signifying I was there for him.

A few minutes later and we were pulling into the garage.

"Here we are," I announced, and received no response. Looking over I saw the boy was out cold. It must have been one hell of a day for the poor lad.

I got out of the car and opened the interior house door before returning to scoop the child into my arms. Gently I carried him inside, up the short flight of stairs and turned into a spare bedroom, laying him on the bed.

I decided I couldn't leave him in the drenched clothing, so I quickly stepped out to the kitchen to find his bag, and stopped off at the linen closet to grab a towel before returning to the bedroom.

The boy must have been completely wiped out. He showed barely any sign of contentiousness as I stripped him of his shirt and pants. I swallowed hard as his naked form lay before me. Apparently he didn't wear underwear, at least not on this day. As with the rest of him, his member seemed mature for a boy of only 13. The only exception being the notable lack of hair. I had expected to see at least a little peach fuzz, but there was none.

I shook my head, pulling myself together and began to gently rub the boy dry with the towel. He moaned quietly and spread his legs as I dried his lower region causing me to freeze in my tracks and check to see he was still asleep. After a moment I quickly finished drying him off.

Gently, I slipped his second speedo up his legs, lifting him up slightly as I pulled them the rest of the way up. Then came the tank top. First over his head, and then feeding his arms through their respective holes one at a time. Finally I pulled the blanket up from the foot of the bed and covered him before turning off the light and heading back to the living room.

With a deep breath I sat back on the couch and continued the last half of my show. Though, to be honest, I don't think I actually paid attention to any of it. My mind had been with the boy the whole time. I shut off all the components as the ending credits rolled and headed for my bedroom. My concern for the lad pushing aside any thoughts of the lovely image I'd seen earlier.

The sound of crying echoed from the small bedroom as I approached. I wondered what had happened that had him so distraught. I entered the room.

"Greg? You ok hon?" I inquired to no response.

"Mom! No!" He cried out, terror and fear wrapped in his voice. "Let me go!"

I stepped over to the side of the bed, leaning in to put my hand on the lad's shoulder.

He jerked away, crying hard. "Don't do it! Stop!"

He was obviously having one hell of a nightmare.

"Greg!" My voice was slightly raised as I grabbed his shoulder and shook him gently. "It's ok hon, you're safe, you're here with me."

The boy jumped. Sitting straight up and breathing hard through his tears. He looked around in complete confusion a moment before focusing in on me in the dark.

"Jeff?" Without warning he leapt forward, wrapping his arms around me and burying his head in my chest as he let loose another volley of tears.

I took a seat on the edge of the bed, pulling him into my lap and just held him as he cried. Slowly he settled into a light sob and eventually into silence. He was once again sound asleep. I tried to lay him back down in the bed, but his grip around me would not cease It seemed I was his life line, and he was not letting go for anything. I decided to give in and lay down myself, holding him close as I joined him in slumber.

Chapter 3
Revelations

I yawned hard as my eyes cracked open.

"Damn!" I muttered, being completely blinded by the bright light of the sun. It was far too bright considering I was on the 'dark side' of the house. I stretched my arms and legs straight out causing several loud pops as I groaned. A quick reminder of why this bed was now in the guest room and I had a nice soft one in my own room.

I slowly ran my hands down my chest and stomach and realized in an instant, that short of my undies, I was completely naked. Moreover, I was sporting one hell of a morning woody! I quickly looked over to the side, and found that the boy was not in the bed. Glancing the other direction, I noted that there were no clothes at all on the floor. With a relieved sigh, I sat up, adjusting my bulge, and then headed off to the guest bath, which was just across the hall.

As I let lose my long stream of pungent fluid, my gaze wandered around the small room. Its sparse adornments expressing just how little this room was used. I made a mental note to get some 'stuff' to fix it up and make it look more lived in and inviting. Finishing my business, I headed down stairs.

Just as I reached the foot of the stairs, my ears caught the sound of crackling and spattering coming from the kitchen. Greg, in nothing more than his speedo and tank top, stood in front of the stove. He looked up smiling and reached over to the coffee maker, pushing a button.

"Good morning Jeff!" He chirped happily. It seems, along with the sun, the boy that had caught my attention had returned this day.

"Good morning to you too!" I responded, looking over at the stove where he was working. "Whatcha got going there?"

"Bacon and eggs! Hope that's cool?"

"Absolutely!" I nodded with a smile, my stomach growling in anticipation. I walked over next to the boy and pulled the cup from the coffee maker. Within moments I had the creamer and sugar out and measured into the cup, taking a long sip. "You make a damned good cup of joe!"

The boy giggled, "Thanks! Getting the little coffee pod inserted did take a special touch… And pouring the water, man was that a real challenge! So, I'm glad it came out right!" He grinned big, scooping a couple eggs on each of two plates, adding to them 3 slices of bacon and finally pulled some toast out of the toaster, before placing the plates on the breakfast bar and taking a seat in front of one of them.

I shook my head, "Forget something?"

He studied the plates, looking a bit confused.

"Plan for us to eat with our fingers?"

He laughed, "Well, it is bacon… But guess the eggs might be a bit messy."

"I'm all for being messy, sometimes, but perhaps not this time." I reached into a drawer and grabbed a couple forks. Placing one in front of the lad, I took the seat beside him. "Looks good! Thanks!"

He nodded with a big smile and picked up the fork. He stabbed at an egg, letting its gooey yellow center ooze out over the plate.

"Jeff?" He stared at the plate, speaking quietly. "Thank you."

I picked up a slice of bacon with my fingers. "You're welcome hon." I started munching on the bacon. "Mmmmmm… Good!" I murmured… "If… When… you want to talk, just let me know, but take your time, there's no pressure."

He nodded, scooping some egg into his mouth and swallowing. "Ok, but can I use your phone first?" He looked over further on the counter, where it was sitting with my wallet and keys. "They were in your pants pockets. Oh! I put our clothes in the wash too."

"Wow, you've had a busy morning! I appreciate your help." I smiled reassuringly, "Of course you can use the phone."

"No probs, needed to wash my stuff anyways." He blushed slightly as he continued. "You changed me?"

I swallowed hard, a piece of bacon almost getting wedged in my throat, causing me to cough lightly. "Yeah, I couldn't leave you in your soaked clothes all night, and you were out of it." I swallowed a large sip of coffee, "I hope that was alright?"

He nodded, cheeks still red. "Yeah, it's cool. I trust you"

I smiled back at him, "Alright, and thank you. Umm, and did you?" I looked down at my nearly naked form, "Help me out of my clothes so you could wash them?"

"No!" He exclaimed, his blush spreading. "They were on the floor, next to mine." He swirled the fork prongs through his egg goo, obviously avoiding eye contact.

I couldn't help but laugh to his response. "I figured as much, but turn around woulda been fair play, right?"

He looked up finally, his mouth agape and lost for words for a moment as my statement ran through his imagination. "You wouldn't have been mad?"

"Nah! I trust you too" I smiled at him. "At any rate, it isn't the first time I've stripped in my sleep… Just glad I stopped before everything came off!" I looked at him wide eyed and laughed.

The boy turned beet red and quickly turned his gaze back to the plate in front of him, "Yeah. That woulda been…" He paused a long moment. "Awkward?"

It was subtle, but I detected the faint hint of a question mark at the end of his statement. I decided though, it would be best to move on from this discussion as the lad ate the remnants of his breakfast. I did the same and then slid my phone to the boy as I grabbed the emptied plates and took them to the dishwasher. He poked at the phone a few times entering a number, then placed it in speaker mode.

After a couple rings, a decidedly aged woman's voice answered, "Good morning?"

"Ms Patricia?" the boy announced. "It's Greg."

"Well hello Greg. Thank you for calling. Is everything alright?" the friendly voice responded.

"Yes Ma'am. I'm just checking in." He answered matter of factly.

"That's good to hear dear. Thank you for letting me know… Will you be staying out again tonight?"

Greg looked up at me tipping his head to the side.

I was both completely confused and eager to know the answer myself.

After a moment, he turned his attention back to the phone, "Uhh, I'm not sure Ma'am."

It dawned on me that I was a complete dunce. He'd actually wanted some sort of clue from me, but the time had now passed.

The woman's voice chimed back, "Alright hon. Well, you know the rules. I'll see you tonight or speak to you in the morning. And if you need anything, just let me know… Alright?"

"Yes Ma'am. Thank you." He said, reaching down and pressing the button to disconnect the call. He then sat back in his chair and turned to face me.

I had so many questions and wasn't quite sure where to start. "Ms Patricia?"

"Yeah… She is my foster… Person?" He said, followed by a sigh. "My mom is… Is de-dead" His voice stuttered as his eyes watered up a bit. He was obviously trying very hard to hold it together.

It pained me to see him this way. I reached over and rubbed his back gently as I spoke, "I'm sorry hon… Take your time."

He nodded, taking a deep breath. "It's just…" He looked down, fidgeting his hands. "She made a cake… for my birthday… And forgot…" He sniffled, tears starting to roll down his cheeks. "Forgot to turn off the oven." The boy barely had the words out as he started openly sobbing.

It took just about everything I had to keep from crying myself as I leaned forward and wrapped my arms around him, holding him to my chest. "Oh sweetie! I'm so sorry!"

He buried his head into my chest and wrapped his arms around me, holding tight as his sobs turned to full on crying.

I'm not sure how long we sat there in each other's arms, but over time the crying turned back to sobbing, and then eventually to a silent comforting cuddle.

"Thank you… again… Jeff," Greg muttered softly into my chest.

I gave him a little squeeze as I spoke softly, "Of course hon… I'm here for you."

He pulled back slowly and rubbed at his eyes. "Normally, I'm ok… It's been four years… So I don't think about it much anymore. Just… My birthday… is hard." He took a deep breath and steadied himself before continuing. "I never knew my dad… And there was no one else… So I ended up in foster care… I bounced around for a while and eventually ended up at Ms Patricia's about six months ago."

I listened carefully, nodding my understanding as he continued. "Most of the places were pretty horrible. I was just a paycheck for them, or practically slave labor. And they didn't even try to hide it or anything. Things are different at Ms Patricia's. But it's more like a boarding house with her. As long as we follow a few simple rules, she's mostly hands off and doesn't care what we do."

"Like curfew, and checking in the next day?" I asked.

"Yeah… And…" He tugged at his tank top. "If you hadn't stopped me, and I got caught. She woulda told them to just arrest me. And I wouldn't be allowed to go back to her place. I don't want to go back in the system… I can't go back. I can't be in a place like the others. I don't know why I was so stupid!"

He sighed heavily, then looked up at me and smiled "But you… You saved me! You cared… When no one else in my life even gives a fuck. You treat me like someone that matters… Even when you didn't know me from a bug on the floor, you were there to help me, and didn't ask for anything in return… And in just one day… You showed me more lo…"

He stopped mid word and bit at his bottom lip. Through his again tearing up eyes, I could see the gears turning as he tried to choose his words. "More caring than anyone else since… You know… And then, I call you out of the blue, in the middle of the worst storm ever and again you rushed into it to save me…."

He rubbed at his eyes again as I processed what he'd just said. All his pain, and newfound happiness, and the part I played in the latter. What could I say to all of this? My heart strained from the heavy mix of emotions.

"Of course you matter!" I finally found my words. "And anyone that doesn't give a fuck…!" I felt a twinge of anger creep into my tone at this statement and had to stop myself with a deep breath of my own before continuing calmly.

"That's just wrong! You deserve better. You deserve more." I reached out and took his hand in mine. "Though, you need to know, I do get something out of it." He looked at me a bit confused as I continued. "Even in this little bit of time, you have brought more joy and light to my life then I have had for about as long as I can remember…

"I have friends I hang out with from time to time, I have had full on parties in this house, I have spent hours playing video games with others… And it's never been anywhere near as much fun, or fulfilling as it was with you for that one half day." I smiled, our gazes locked on one another. "And this was emphasized yesterday. I was totally miserable waiting for your call and wondering if I would ever see you again."

"Really?" He looked down at our hands "I'm sorry… I didn't mean to make you miserable… I just didn't want to bring all of this down on you." He smirked at the irony in this statement. "I thought I could handle it on my own… Like I always have. But… I couldn't stop wishing I was here, and thinking that if I were… Maybe… Maybe I could finally forget…"

He leaned in and wrapped his arms around me and hugged tight. I followed his lead and once more we sat there, just holding each other for several minutes before he pulled back, smiling.

"Anyways… I think that's enough sappiness for now." He said with a big smile.

"Yeah, you are probably right," I chuckled. "But what to do instead…?"

Before I could even make a suggestion, the boy interjected, "Well, the laundry needs to be finished."

I laughed. "I was thinking something more fun though!"

"Chores first, fun later!" Greg scowled playfully with a finger waggling in my direction as he got up and headed towards the laundry room.

"Oh, alright. If we must!" I followed behind and took the arm load of laundry as the boy dug them out of the dryer. Arms full, I headed off to my bedroom while he transferred the newest load from the washer. I dropped the pile on the bed and began sorting it as he joined me.

"Wow! These are nice!" Greg chirped, causing me to look over at him. He stood there holding my previous day's boxer briefs in front of his waist, grinning. "I guess blue flames are good, but red woulda been better!" He said.

"Oh? You like those do you, and you think red would be better?" I tipped my head with a huge grin. "You would wear them if I magically pulled out a pair right now for you?"

"Yeah?" he returned questioningly. "That would be awesome!"

I chuckled softly and walked over to the closet, grabbed a large box and brought it back to the bed. The confused boy watched intently as I dug into the box pushing stuff around a moment.

"Ah! Here we are!" I said as I pulled out a smaller pair of the boxer briefs, only with red flames. I held them out towards him.

"What? Seriously?" The boy exclaimed with a little dance as he snagged them from my hand. Without even a second thought he yanked his speedo off, and for a fraction of a moment his boyhood bounced before me. Almost as quickly, it vanished under the thin fabric of the undies.

"Whatcha think?" He turned round so I could see them from all sides. Somehow they fit him perfectly. The backside cupped his young buns pulling them tight, exaggerating the crack between them. While the front pouch hugged his member, the silhouette revealing just how much he was enjoying them. Whether it was from the feel of the new undies caressing him, or my inspection, I wasn't sure.

My mouth opened and the words flowed forth before I could think "Damn, that's hot!"

The boy beamed "Really?"

My heart skipped a beat, realizing my admittance. I had to recover quickly. "Well yeah!" I pointed at the mirror on the closet doors behind him. "You're practically on fire!"

He turned to look where I pointed and saw his reflection, his gaze dropping from the red tank top to the flame covered undies.

"Oh yeah!" He laughed, some of the excitement draining from his face. "You should wear yours too, so we match!"

I picked up the blue flamed undies from the bed and looked up at the boy then the doorway to the master bathroom. In a moment, I decided to just do it, swallowing hard as I slipped my current undies off exposing my semi firm cock for a moment before I pulled on the newly cleaned pair, with the boy's eyes locked on me the whole time.

I gave him a little spin so he could get an eye full. "How's that?"

His rosy cheeks and gaze locked on my groin demonstrated his enjoyment of the moment. "They're so… Cool!" He played back my pun with a grin.

"Good one!" I laughed and nodded, turning back to the box and started to fold the tabs back in.

"So…" He looked at the box questioningly. "What's with that?"

I stopped closing the box as I answered, "Oh… Well… This is stuff I plan to donate to charity someday. Like things my ex or the occasional guest left behind. Stuff I ordered and discovered I didn't actually like. Or, like those boxers, I ordered and they came in the wrong size or just didn't fit as expected."

"Can I… See what else is in there?" He eyed the box like it was a present waiting to be opened.

"Ummm." I wasn't sure if it was a good idea, considering some of the things that lay within. On the other hand, I was very curious what his response would be to some of it.

"It's ok if you don't want me to" He said, a bit disappointed.

"It's not that I don't want you to," I ran my hands over the top of the box. "It's just some of the stuff in here… Well… It would make some people… Uncomfortable."

His eyes widened as he examined the large brown cube on the bed. "You know… That just makes me wanna look even more?" He giggled. "Besides… We trust each other, right?"

"Yeah, I'm the same way, and of course I trust you. But… Ah, what the hell, why not?" I smiled, and reopened the flaps on the box, secretly grateful he played the trust card.

"Yay!" The boy cheered and quickly moved to the end of the bed.

The large box stood nearly as tall as the lad and he had to reach over to start pulling items out. To start, he retrieved a couple more pairs of boxer briefs that came in the same package as the ones he was now wearing. He examined them for a moment and placed them on the bed.

That was followed by a couple pairs that were too big for him, but too small for me, which he placed in a new pile. Followed by a number of speedos, which he sorted between the two piles. Then came a few pairs of regular boxers, which immediately ended up in the discard pile.

Next, several pairs of really skimpy undies such as thongs, string bikinis and the like. I was pleasantly surprised as these were divided between the two piles. I noted that some, which I was sure would not fit him well, still made it into his keep pile.

My mind wandered a bit, picturing him in one of the string thongs, its shiny blue material barely hiding his boyhood. The thought sent a shiver through my body. Short lived though as I was suddenly snapped back to the moment by his loud giggles.

Oh crap, I thought, expecting it to be 'one of those items'. But it wasn't, thankfully. Between us he held up an enormous wrestling singlet.

"We could fit in this thing together and still have room!"

My brain latched onto the lad's idea, and I wondered just what it would be like to squeeze the two of us into a singlet, or something else, together.

I chuckled "Yeah, I have no idea where that came from. I found it in the bathroom after a party. Weird thing is, I don't even know anyone close to that size! And no one has ever asked for it back."

He placed the garment into the discard pile and leaned in towards the box again. It was at that moment I saw the ears on his head.

"Wait! You found the ears!"

Greg smiled big, though a bit confused.

"Yeah! They're awesome! And…" He whipped around and wagged his rump at me. A large tail swayed at his movement. He saw himself in the mirror and walked over to get a closer look while reaching up and running his fingers over the ears. "Too bad they're kitty ears. I wish they were foxy ears and tail instead!" He smiled looking at my reflection. "But we can pretend…"

"You would wear foxy ears and tail?" I questioned.

"Yeah! I'd love that! Then I could really be Little Fox!" He hopped around a moment. "Don't tell me you got those hiding here too!?"

I didn't want to lie to the lad, so a partial truth would have to do, for now. "No, I'm afraid I don't have fox ears or tail you could wear right now. Wish I did though!"

"Bummer! That's ok, though, I have these!" He smiled and wagged his rump at me again before he hopped back over to the bed and reached again into the box. Out came a pair of black shorts. He held them up with both hands, his eyes going wide.

"Are these… Latex shorts?" The excitement in his voice unmistakable. "Shouldn't they be shiny?" He examined them closely.

I chuckled and nodded. "Yes, they are latex. As for the shine, not really. You have to use stuff to make them shiny, which washes off when you clean them."

"Oh! That's cool. Is the shine stuff in the box too?" he jumped up and down a couple of times, trying to look in.

"No. But I do have some put away elsewhere" I responded happily.

"Awesome! That'll be fun!" He looked them over again, stretching them this way and that before adding them to his keep pile and reached in for the next item.

This time it was a pair of latex briefs with dual sheaths. He poked at the two protrusions. "I know what this one is for, but what…." He stopped midsentence, eyes widening again as he giggled. "Ohh! I get it!" He studied these for about as long as he did the previous latex. He then looked up at me nervously.

I smiled "It's ok hon. It's completely up to you if you are interested in them or not."

"But… I mean… You don't think it's weird?"

"No. I don't find it weird in the least. There is nothing in this box that bothers me. So if you want to keep any of it, it's all good to me. But ultimately, it's your choice, and what feels right to you. And that comes to everything you want or find interesting, not just what's in the box. Also, there's nothing wrong with experimenting either…

"That's how we learn what we truly like and don't. There's no harm in that." I nodded seriously. "And on that note, I did say there were things in the box that would make some people uncomfortable. Lots of people make lots of rules about what is weird or not, and what is right or not. Personally though, I find those people stupid and small minded! So don't worry about what anyone else thinks!"

The boy took in my words and thought about them a long moment before he smiled and added the undies to his pile. "Thanks Jeff. That helps a lot… It's like you liking the spandex thing too, knowing you're ok with these things… I like that I can be honest around you."

I ruffled my fingers through his short blonde hair and smiled big. "Who says I like spandex?"

He gave me a 'Yeah right' expression as I continued "I'm glad you feel comfortable to be yourself. That's great!"

Greg beamed and returned his attention to the box, removing many an item and sorting them into their respective piles. It almost seemed the box was never ending, though I knew better.

To my recollection, there was still one more type of surprise items towards the bottom. At least in the meanwhile he was gathering a collection of clothes. Sure, most of them were spandex items, but since he just admitted to really liking such things, I doubt he would complain about that being the mainstay of his wardrobe.

After a bit, Greg held up an hourglass shaped bit of material. "The print on this side is really cute," he noted as he rotated it to examine both sides. He felt the Velcro on two of the wings and folded it in half. "It's like… underwear? But the sides… So I guess, you can put them on without taking off your pants?"

He then squished them between his fingers. "But they are also really thick?" The poor lad looked completely perplexed.

As I opened my mouth to give him the answer, he dropped them on his keep pile. "Seems interesting, I'll have to see what they feel like." He smiled up at me, then pulled out a couple more pair of these 'interesting underwear' with different patterns, adding them to his pile as well.

He reached back into the box, struggling to feel at its final depths, then pulled out a large plastic wrapped cube. He held it up in front of him and read the package aloud.

"Disposable diapers?" He looked up at me. "They're too big for a baby! Are these for like… Older people?"

"Yes, they are," I smiled. "Pull one out and have a look."

The boy looked at the package again as he sat it on the bed. He then found the opening at the top and slid his fingers in, grabbing hold of one and pulling it out.

"Wow, that's a cute design too…." he announced as he looked at the print on the front of the diaper.

"Wait!" He looked down at his pile, then back at the diaper in his hand, unfolding it. "Those are diapers too???"

"Ding ding ding! And he gets it right!" I nodded with a chuckle. I wondered what he would do, now that he knew what they were. "They are just made of cloth, so you can wash and reuse them, instead of having to throw them away and buy more."

"Well… Ummm…." His gaze fixated on the diaper in his hand. "You like… Uuuuuse them? Like… You know?"

"Well, that's what they are made for. But, not necessarily." I shook my head as I answered. "It's totally up to the person wearing them. I have known people that just like the feel of the thick padding hugging them tight and never use them for anything else. People that only wear them once in a while for some specific reason or to role play like they are little kids. And people that wear them constantly and use them completely. It really comes down to what I said before… You get to choose what's right for you."

"I see…" He responded and tipped his head. "Can I think on it?"

"Of course you can! I doubt this box will be going anywhere soon, so you can come back to get things out, or put stuff back in… It's totally up to you."

"Awesome! In that case…" The boy was cut off by a pounding from down the hall.

"Really? Again?" I asked gruffly. "Let me go see who that is."

I grabbed a random tank top from my dresser and slipped it on as I headed to the front door. Looking out the peephole, all I could see was the top of someone's head as they were bent over in front of the door. "What the hell… Jordan?" I grumbled as I opened the door and looked out.

"Oh! Hey dude!" Jordan looked up, my door bell in his hand and the wires hanging loose. "Yeah, this thing is just full of water!" He turned it over, making a small puddle on the front porch, then tapped it a couple times, then blew it, out before reconnecting the wires and giving it a test push.

The bell inside the house rang with a bit of a crackle.

"There we go! It'll be better once it dries out completely. You'll want to get some caulking to seal this down before the next storm though."

He lined the button back up with its mounting holes and inserted the screws, tightening them with his multi-tool. Having finished his repairs, he dropped the tool in his pocket and stepped inside.

"Oh man! You're gunna freakin' love this…" He leaned to the side to look around me. "Hey there!"

I looked back, Greg was peaking around the corner at us.

"Come on out hon." I waved him over.

Jordan looked the boy over as he approached, then looked over at me with a sly grin. "See dude! I told you he'd be back! And don't you two look cute with your matching outfits! That's just so adorable!"

The boy giggled as I shook my head and pointed at him. "It was his idea!"

"But really man?" Jordan looked over the boy again, "You've already got him in ears and a tail? At least it's only a belt." He laughed.

I glared at my friend as the boy spoke up. "They were in a box and I liked them… So Uncle Jeff said I could have them!" The boy folded his arms almost pouting.

Jordan laughed loud. "It's cool little dude! Very cute really! Think Jeff here needs to swap them out for fox ears and tail, though!"

"O.M.G! Yes! That's what I said!" The boy beamed and bounced.

Jordan laughed again and walked towards the boy, extending his hand "By the way, I'm Jordan… You must be Greg, or would you rather I call you Little Fox? Oh! And forget the whole Uncle thing. I'm Jeff's oldest and bestest friend and he was stupid to even try that one on me. But it's cool you're here… I mean… Just look at the two of you! Adorable!"

Greg shook my friend's hand, a bit wide eyed. "Either's cool."

"Jordan…" I said "What was I going to love?"

"Oh! Shit… Yeah!" He turned and moved quickly into the living room, jumping over the couch and landing firm on his rump in typical Jordan fashion. He slid open a drawer in the coffee table and snagged the TV remote, a keyboard and a mouse. Within moments a data sheet was on the large screen.

Greg watched this in amazement as we followed. "Whoa, that was amazing!" He chirped.

"Yeah, you'll get used to it. He figured out that move in high school, and I can't get him to stop now…" I spoke up so Jordan could hear my prodding "No matter how expensive my couch is!"

The lad giggled, his attention being drawn to the screen as Jordan extended his hand towards us, fingers moving like a mouth yacking. "Wait! Is that our video? T… T… Two… Million views!" The boy's face went nearly paper white.

I helped him to a recliner. "Yeah, that's pretty damned good, but" I pointed at the screen. "It's only been out for about three hours now… So it's only going to go up from here. The real question is what will the numbers be when it levels out in a few days." I looked over at Jordan. "At least, that's what you used to beat into my head… 'Ignore the view counts for the first day or so' you would say… Well, at least until a few days ago!"

Jordan grinned sheepishly. "That is absolutely correct! But these have been huge numbers! Besides… That's not what you should be looking at anyways!"

I studied the screen, trying to figure out what my best friend was on about when the boy muttered behind me "Only like half the people liked it, that sucks…"

"What?" I scanned the screen for the number and gasped, quickly taking a seat myself.

"And there it is!" Jordan announced.

Greg moved to sit next to me, and asked "Wait… forty six percent is good?"

Jordan beamed "It's amazing!" He switched to a screen showing an overview of posted video's statistics. "If you look at these past videos, you can see about fifteen percent is pretty good… About ten is ok… and less is kind of meh… So yeah… A quarter would be awesome! Half… That's mind blowing!" He grinned huge "But wait! There's more!"

A few clicks later, and he was on the new video's comments page. "Have a read!" He placed the mouse in front of Greg and got up.

Jordan walked towards the kitchen and motioned for me to join him. I followed behind, grabbing another cup of coffee as my friend grabbed a soda from the fridge. We both took seats at the breakfast bar. Jordan turned to face me and began, speaking softly. "So, Rick's box?"

"Well, the donation box," I retorted.

"Come on dude, you know as well as I do, most the stuff in that box was Rick's, and the only reason you still have it is because you just couldn't let it go." He chastised.

"Yeah, I know. But somehow, it just felt right. And I think Rick would approve…"

Jordan looked towards the living room where the boy sat intently reading the video comments. "Yeah he would." He said softly and turned back to me. "He really is adorable. I can see why you like him. And Good lord do the fans love him too! Oh, did you ask about tomorrow's stream?"

I shook my head. "No. I completely forgot actually. But from what I learned today, I bet it would be good for him."

My friend looked at me questioningly, so I went ahead and recanted the boy's story. He would have pulled it out of me eventually anyways.

"So he's an orphan, that's rough man… But to go through that and still come out like he is, that's a special kind of strength." Jordan smiled.

"Thanks!" We just about jumped out of our seats as the boy spoke up. Somehow he'd managed to slip into the kitchen, grab a soda from the fridge and take a seat next to me, and neither of us noticed. "But… Do you both share everything?"

"Good lord!" Jordan shrieked. "He is a little fox! He just sneaks up and pounces without warning!"

"Yap yap!" Greg teased, holding his fingers outstretched like claws.

I laughed hard. "No, we don't share quite eeeeverything… For instance, I didn't tell him what you kept from the box. But you're right, I shouldn't have shared the stuff about you without your permission… I'm sorry."

Jordan raised a brow looking over at the blushing boy. "Yeah, me too. I shouldn't be so nosey little dude, it's none of my business if you don't want it to be."

Greg shook his head, "It's cool. I trust Jeff, and he trusts you… So I trust you… Uncle Jordy." The boy smiled big at my friend.

"I like that!" Jordan beamed, "Oh! Now you're here, Daddy Jeff has to play GC4 live tomorrow. How do you feel about playing too?"

"Live?" Greg sat up straight, "You mean like playing while people watch? With chat and stuff?? That would be fun!" He bounced in his seat with a huge grin, staring at me "Can I, daddy? Please, please, please?"

"Wait! What? When did I become daddy?" I laughed. My heart fluttered when Greg called me Daddy. I know Jordan set that one up too, damn he knew me so well, but Greg walked right into it without a second thought and gleefully joined in. And the look on the boy's face and his actions, I just couldn't be filled with much more happiness I thought.

"Well of course you can join in! Besides, it seems you may already have a fan base! What did the comments say?"

"Yay!" He cheered… "Oh oh oh! Wow! So many people were so nice and said they like totally liked me! One person even wants to have my kids! I think it was a dude though, so that might be a bit weird" He laughed. "There were a couple dicks, and people talking about random stuff, don't know why they were even there… But most everyone was great!"

Jordan laughed hard at the banter and got up. "Well guys, I'm gunna get out of your hair and let you have the rest of the day. I'll talk at ya tomorrow afternoon before the stream."

He reached over and ruffled Greg's hair, "Later Little Fox and Daddy Fox." He grinned at me and headed for the front door.

Greg waved at 'Uncle Jordy' as he headed out, then turned to me. "I hope it's ok I put the stuff I wanted from the box in the room we slept in last night."

"Sounds great, but how about we call that your room?"

"Really?" He jumped up and threw his arms around me "Thank you, thank you!"

I chuckled softly and returned the hug, "Of course! My little Fox needs to have a room of his very own, right?"

"Yap, Yap!" he giggled, then got still and serious, "Can I… Ask you something?"

I tipped my head to the side, "Of course, you can always ask me anything you want. I don't mind."

"Well… I mean, you can tell me it's none of my business if you want…" He fidgeted.

"Go ahead, it's alright."

"Ummm, you said the box… had stuff that was… your ex's?… But…" He squirmed, looking down at his hands, "There was… Like… No girls stuff… So… Your ex was… Ummm… I mean… Are you… Like… Gay?"

I knew we were going to have to have this discussion eventually. But it hadn't even occurred to me he'd figure out like this. My heart pounded as I let lose my admittance. "Ah… Well, yes, I am… I hope that's ok."

He nodded, still not looking up. "It's ok… How did you find out?"

"I just kind of knew. In high school, when all my friends were falling all over themselves trying to get girlfriends, I just couldn't be bothered. But I'd crushed on a couple of my guy friends. Then I met a guy named Rick. He was an exchange student. He was gay, knew it, and didn't give two fucks who else cared." I smiled, thinking back fondly.

"I don't know if it was his bod, his way of being, or his incredible accent… But when I met him, there was no doubt I wanted to be with him."

The boy nodded and smiled, still looking down at his hands… "I think… I think I… Might be too…"

My heart fluttered at the boy's response. "Might be?" I asked softly.

The boy took a deep breath. "Well… Like… Some of the guys liked looking at pics of naked girls and stuff. But… I never really liked those. But when, you know… one of the other guys like… umm… got off, to a vid or something… It made me, you know, hard and stuff… and, well… this one guy at a foster home, caught me looking at him, not the vid… And… Well, made me do stuff with him…"

I couldn't help but cut him off with a growl "He made you?"

"Yeah… It's ok. Well, I mean. He said if I didn't do it, he would tell everyone I was gay. And I was so scared what would happen, so that's not good. But, I mean… I liked it. So, yeah… I guess he was right. But, he like… Said he wasn't gay. But, he had me do stuff… So, like, I didn't know really. But, then there was this one guy. And it was like you said… I just wanted to be with him. So yeah…"

"I see." I said, taking it all in. "First off, that one guy was definitely gay, or at least bi. No doubt! Second, there is nothing wrong with being gay! You don't have to be out and open about it if you don't want to. And don't let anyone else convince you otherwise! As for the other guy, did you get together with him?"

The boy shook his head with a sigh… "No… I'm, err was, too afraid… I mean, it's complicated… I didn't, want to mess up our friendship, and what if he doesn't feel the same way? I mean… I'm only thirteen and my life is so messed up… And I just couldn't take it if… You know…"

"It's ok." I reached over and stroked his head gently. "It can be very hard and scary… But there's also no rush" I smiled. "Like you said, you're only thirteen… You have plenty of time to find your way. And when it feels right, follow your heart." I nodded. "Also, you have something even I didn't have."

Greg looked up at me finally, puzzled. "I do?"

I smiled again, "You have a big Daddy Fox! You can always talk to him about anything. You can ask questions. And you never have to worry about it changing how he feels, he will always care about you and be there for you."

The boy beamed happily as he jumped out of his chair and threw his arms around me, holding me tight. "Thanks… Daddy."

I leaned in against him, wrapping my arms around him too. "Of course… You are my Little Fox."

Once more that day, our embrace lingered. After a while, the lad loosened his grip around me and pulled back, wiping at his eyes. This time puffy from happiness rather than sorrow.

"Can we… Maybe, do something a little less emotional?" the boy smiled.

I chuckled and nodded. "I think that's a great idea! How about a movie? We can skip over the Rom-Com section though. Tell you what, why don't you head into the living room and pick one out while I order us some pizza! What kind do you like?"

"That'd be awesome!" He bounced "I love pizza! Any kind… Just no olives, or those fishy things, yuck!"

"Sounds great! I'll be in when I'm done, find us a good one!"

He nodded and bounded off towards the TV as I grabbed my phone and pulled up the pizza app. I guess the decision wasn't hard, my usual fit the bill, I just needed to make it a large, and add one special item. A few clicks later and I was on my way into the living room to find an ecstatic young man dancing around. I laughed out loud at the sight.

He whipped around, grinning ear to ear.

"You have the new SpiderMan movie! He's so…" He stopped and looked square at me. "Here goes…" He swallowed. "Sexy!"

"No…" I shook my head, the boy's grin dimming a bit before I continued. "He's hot!"

The boy bounced again, thrusting his hands in the air. "Yes!"

I laughed again and took a seat on the plush couch in front of the TV, patting the seat next to me. "Let's watch it."

Greg rushed over dropping on the couch next to me, pressing the play button on the remote.

"One sec." I took the remote from his hand, and pressed a couple buttons. In a moment the lights dimmed, and the audio system kicked on.

"Wow! That's even better!" Greg exclaimed, nuzzling into my side as the opening credits began rolling.

I placed the remote on the small table beside the couch, kicked up my feet and wrapped my arm around the boy, and we settled in to watch the movie.

A while later the doorbell rang. I snagged the remote and hit pause, and headed towards the door. Halfway across the living room, Greg called to me.

"Jeff?" Looking back at him he pointed down at my lower region. "You gunna answer the door like that?" He giggled.

I grinned and held up a finger as I continued to the door, stopping to open a drawer in a table next to it. I pulled out a pair of basketball shorts and held them up towards him before sliding them on and opening the door.

"Hey Jeff!" Franky, my usual delivery guy smiled and handed me a couple slips of paper, "Looks like we got your usual here, only large. And one Cho."

"That's right!" I cut him off and winked. He nodded in understanding as I signed one slip and handed it back to him. "Thanks Franky!"

"Sure thing Jeff!" He responded, taking the signed slip, then handed me three boxes. "Enjoy! And thanks for ordering from us again." The young man turned away, heading back towards his car.

I motioned at Greg to come grab the boxes and he bounded over to do so. I kept the taller one and sat it on the table as he headed back to the couch. I removed the shorts and dropped them back in their hidey hole.

"Grab a couple TV trays from the cabinet next to the TV, hon!" I called out as I went into the kitchen carrying the other box. I left the box on the counter and snagged a couple small plates from the cabinet, some napkins, and a couple sodas from the fridge.

Greg had just finished setting up the trays as I returned, just in time for me to set the things down. I handed one of the plates to the boy, "Have at it!"

He quickly opened the pizza box and went wide eyed "Wow! That's a lot of meat! And no icky vegies! Sweet!" He snagged a couple slices, and then a few bread sticks and crawled into his spot on the couch. "What was in the other box?" he asked.

I laughed, "No veggies tonight! And the other box is for after the movie." I loaded up my plate, took the seat next to the boy and grabbed the remote, unpausing the movie.

The two of us laughed, cheered and groaned as the movie played out to its conclusion. When it ended, Greg jumped up.

"That was fucking amazing!" He covered his mouth real quick, wide eyed. "Sorry Jeff!"

I laughed "Oh please, like I give a fuck about your language around me! So I take it you really liked the movie?"

"Yeah!" He started pouncing around the room, trying to copy some of the classic Spidey moves. "I wish I could be him!"

"I bet you'd be happy just having his suit, even without the powers!" I continued laughing as I watched the boy bounce around the room.

"Oh hell yeah! I'd never wanna take it off!"

"So if I had…?" I grinned.

"No, no, no!" He interrupted me. "The undies thing was cool… Leading me on about the fox tail and ears was funny… But don't even joke about this!"

"Awwwe… Ok. You got me." I half feigned a pout. "No, I don't have a Spidey suit that would fit you."

"It's ok." He bounced. "Oh! The movie's over!"

"So it is! Go ahead and have a seat, desert time!" I grabbed the leftover food and plates before walking into the kitchen, and the boy Spidey jumped his way to the couch.

After a few minutes rumbling around in the kitchen, I yelled out "Close your eyes!" and wandered into the living room. Greg sat still on the couch, his eyes closed with his hands covering them, grinning ear to ear.

Setting the surprise down on the TV tray, I finally gave the cue, "Open your eyes!"

He looked to find a chocolate cake with thirteen burning candles.

"Happy birthday!" I cheered.

The boy sat for a moment, speechless, and then began to cry. My heart sunk. What the hell have I done?

"Oh God. Greg… I'm so sorry. I wasn't thinking, I'm sorry." I pleaded.

The boy leapt to his feet, throwing his arms around me and buried his head in my chest as he sobbed.

"No… Thank you… Thank you Jeff… No… Daddy." He squeezed me tighter as I returned the favor, hugging him just as tight. After a couple minutes, he pulled back from me, still teary, but smiling. "No one else has given me a cake since… You know. Really, I haven't even really had a birthday since. And today… Today has been like one of the best I've ever had. I got it all… Party, cake… and presents! A real birthday!"

He hugged me again quick and then turned to the cake, stopping a moment, then blew out all the candles with one breath.

"Yay!" I rubbed my eyes, then clapped as he extinguished the flames. "Hope you made a good wish!"

"I did!" He smiled, retaking his seat as I cut the cake and put a piece on each of the two plates, handing one to him.

"MMmmmmm… This is soooo good! You make cake as good as I make coffee!" He grinned.

I laughed. "Yeah. You're right, this is really good! I'm awesome!"

We both munched happily, polishing off two pieces each, then relaxed on the couch a few minutes. Greg yawned heavy and looked up at the clock.

"Well, looks like I'm staying here."

His words made me smile, then I glanced at the clock too. "Yes, you are. As long as you want…"

"Do you really mean it?" He questioned softly, looking down.

"Absolutely! I swear!" I stood and held my arms open towards him.

He joined me in another hug and looked up at me yawning again. "I'd like that."

"Me too sweetie." I reached down and gave his tail a little tug. "Now get that tail of yours to bed…"

He giggled "Ok, good night. Daddy Fox," and bounced off across the living room.

I chuckled, watching him bounce away, "G'Night, my Little Fox."

I cleaned up from the night's festivities and headed up to my room. I still had to put away the donation box, which was far lighter then I'd expected, my few clothes and make my bed, but I did this all in quick time, before flopping on the bed.

I turned off the lights and closed my eyes, and within moments the boy once again found his way to my waking dreams. This time I wasn't even going to try and fight it. My hand slid down, finding my thickening shaft encased in the silky soft spandex undies. My fingers glided up and down its length stroking slow and gentle as images of the boy wearing some of the items he'd found in the box that day.

Finally an image of the boy wearing nothing more than a thin shiny blue thong, a fox tail plug and fox ears danced slowly before me. His boyish form swaying and turning gracefully. His rump wagging at me, causing the tail to swish from side to side brushing against his perfect round cheeks.

My hand moved quicker over my now rock hard cock as the boy of my fantasy slowly turned again. His gaze locking with mine as he licked his lips slowly. His own hard member straining against the metallic fabric, causing it to glimmer in the light. His hands washed over his figure, playing at each nipple before traveling down slowly to the thin string hugging his waist. My breath hitched as his fingers hooked in the string and pulled it down until it slipped free.

His boyhood springing up and slapping against his stomach as he moaned loud and grabbed his own cock. He stroked its length slowly, moving ever closer, his rhythmic movements in time with me. Within moments he was close enough for my tongue to slide forth from my parted lips to lick across his tip. The taste of his pre cum filling my mouth.

I gasped hard, quickly pulling up my tank with one hand, and pushing down my briefs with the other. Only moments later, my cock exploded in thick waves of warm rich seed.

The image of the boy turned once more as he freed the plug from his pucker and pushed his perfect melons into my face until my tongue found his sweet hole, tracing its outline. My body shuddered hard as several more waves of my cream spewed forth. My entire body twitched and spasmed as I gasped for breath. The vision of the boy turning once more and running a finger through my mess, sucking it off his finger with a grin before fading away.

I lay there, panting and gasping for several minutes as I slowly regained myself.

Finally, I was able to reach over to the drawer in the night stand and pull out a small towel; I cleaned up the large puddle on my chest and stomach. I crawled under the blanket, and dropped the towel in the space between the bed and night stand. Then closed my eyes, and was quickly out cold.

A while later, I awoke to knocking on the bedroom door.

"Je… Jeff?" The boy whispered, cracking the door open.

"Greg?" I inquired. "You ok?"

"C… Can… I sleep with you?" he asked quietly.

"Of course sweetie" I responded groggily, pulling back the covers and tapping the bed as I scooted over.

"Th-Thanks" he said as he came over and crawled into bed with me.

I suddenly became very grateful I'd relieved myself earlier as he wiggled into place, pressing his rear firmly against my groin. I pulled the blanket over the both of us and wrapped my arm around him, holding him close as we both slipped together, into our dreams.

Chapter 4
Streaming

As I awoke the next morning, I could feel the boy's warmth radiating into me. I'd rolled onto my back at some point and he found a comfortable position partially draped over me. His head resting on my chest, one arm across my stomach and one leg perched up on mine. I realized we were both shirtless as I could feel his flesh pressed against mine. I smiled, not yet opening my eyes and relaxed into my bliss. I thought back, it seemed a lifetime ago I last enjoyed these feelings. I realized just how much I'd missed it, and hoped this would again become a regular thing.

Instinctively my hand raised up and caressed at the boys back slowly. The tips of my fingers glided up and down between his shoulders and the small of his back. Gradually my movements slid further down, eventually dipping below what should have been the waistband of the boy's undies. My heart began to beat faster at discovering the lack of the expected obstacle. I stopped my hand's motion, swallowing, then continued my downward motion even slower. My fingertips swept outward as the palm of my hand came to rest on the smooth and soft skin of the boy's naked ass. I gasped in lightly, then froze, holding my breath.

Had he come into my room naked the night before? Did he strip at some time in the night? I didn't have long to consider these questions as the boy stirred. His face nuzzled into my chest as he rolled against me. His hard morning woody ground against my hip as his leg slid upward, pressing into my own thick rod. My heart just about shot out of my chest as my eyes flew open at the sudden realization that we were both quite naked. Our stiffies pressed firmly into each other's exposed flesh.

A quiet moan flowed up from the boy as he nuzzled my chest once more, his eyes cracking open, gazing up at me. "Morning," he murmured with a smile.

"Good morning sweetie." I smiled back, trying not to show my deepening concern. A perplexing storm of comfort, pleasure and fear raced through my mind. I knew if I freaked out, he surely would too. All the while I hoped more than anything that he would be alright with our predicament. "How did you sleep?" I questioned.

"Great," he sighed out contentedly, "You're a good pillow." He giggled and nuzzled more, then pressed tighter against me. "But I gotta peeeee," he whined.

I chuckled softly, "Yeah, me too!"

The small form rolled off me, pinning my hand between the bed and his soft ass, lingering a long moment before rolling off the bed. He then bounded for the master bath. "Me first!" he giggled, disappearing into the small room. The sound of the toilet seat hitting its tank and a stream of boy urine penetrating the water in the bowl, joined by a gaspy moan.

I sat up, listening to the sweet music as I found my undies on the floor and slipped them on quickly. I wondered if he'd even noticed I was naked. If not, he wouldn't now.

Greg covered his groin as he stepped out of the bathroom, blushing slightly. I stepped past him quickly, needing to relieve myself and not wanting to add to his embarrassment. Once done, I returned to the now empty room. Guessing he'd headed back to his room, I shrugged and set to making the bed.

The boy reappeared just as I finished. He was now wearing a bikini and tank, both of which he'd found in the box. "Can I take a shower?"

"Of course! Feel free to use this one." I responded, motioning at the master bath.

"Thanks!" he chimed and hopped into the small room once more.

I couldn't help but notice he didn't close the door as the shower fired up. Was he teasing me? Taunting me? Or perhaps testing me? Whatever the case, I decided it best to behave myself. I'd already gotten so much more this morning anyways, I smiled to myself.

I walked over to a small desk and turned on a PC as I took a seat in front of it. Within a few clicks I found my way to my favorite costuming web store. I'd easily spent more time browsing their selection than even the sportswear store. Well, to be honest, this site was as much of a porn site for me as any proper porn site was. But that's not why I was here today. A couple more clicks and I'd found my way to the boy's section. I'd never even thought to visit this part of the site and quickly managed to get myself side tracked, picturing Greg in each of the costumes presented. I shook head hard and pulled myself back to the task at hand. Finding the items I was looking for, I added them to my cart. I managed to just complete the checkout process as the shower turned off.

"Jeff? Where's the…? Never mind. Found 'em," the boy's voice echoed. A couple minutes later the still damp lad stepped back into the room.

"All squeaky clean?" I asked with a smile.

"Yap, yap!" He retorted with a big smile.

I chuckled, "Great! My turn. Why don't you grab the phone and call Ms Patricia? Let her know you definitely won't be back tonight either."

The boy beamed happily. "Ok!" He grabbed the phone and bounced out of the room as he dialed.

I grabbed a fresh pair of boxer briefs and a tank from my dresser and headed into the bathroom. I turned to close the door, then stopped. Thinking about it a moment, I decided to leave the door open as the boy had. Within moments, I was once again naked and in the shower. The water ran over my body embracing me in its warmth.

My mind started to wander back to my waking moments. The feeling of the boy's body pressed against mine, and his dick grinding against my hip. My member was instantly rock hard. I fumbled for the body wash, squeezing a small dab in my palm before finding my staff, stroking its length slowly as I moaned. My eyes closed, picturing the boy's cute bubble butt as it bounced on his way to pee. Then I imagined the sight of his yellow stream pouring from his boyhood and splashing into the toilet basin.

I gasped out as my body shuttered. My thick cream spewed free of my shaft, coating the shower wall in a series of jets. I panted hard, reopening my eyes, turning into the stream of water to let it wash away the soap and the final dribbles of my seed.

I noticed movement out of the side of my vision as I turned. I'd completely spaced the fact the bathroom door was open. Trying to focus through the rippled texture of the shower door, I saw no movement now. Had I imagined it? Was my mind playing tricks on me? Or had the boy been less behaved then myself, sneaking a peak? Regardless, I decided it better to not bring it up. I quickly set to actually showering and within a few minutes I'd shaved and dried myself off. Finally, I dressed and walked back into the empty bedroom.

***

Heading downstairs I found Greg in the living room. He was parked in front of the large TV, watching Anime and munching down on cereal. "Hey buddy, see you found some breakfast." I ruffled his still damp hair, getting distracted by the fight scene on the screen. "All good with Ms Patricia?"

He nodded "Yeah, all good. And I hope it's ok I got cereal."

"Of course! Probably better you got something quick anyways, we need to get some prep done before we start gaming."

"Oh yeah! We're gunna live stream tonight!" The excitement began to grow on his face as he started to eat quicker.

"Whoa bud! We're not in that much of a rush. Besides, you still got a bit to go on this ep, you really don't want to miss what's coming next," I grinned slyly.

"You've seen it already?" His eyes went wide.

"Well yeah! This one's so…"

The boy cut me off, "NOOooo! No spoilers!"

I laughed and shook my head. "Never! There's nothing worse. So I wouldn't do that to you. I was just going to say this one's so good!"

"Good!" He smiled big as one of the main characters screamed out, grabbing his attention.

I too was distracted by the action scene for a couple minutes, then continued into the kitchen. I fired up a cup of coffee. Then turned my attention to pulling items out of the fridge, cabinets and drawers, setting up a prep space on the counter. Greg bounced in just as I finished washing a number of vegies.

The boy studied the counter full of items, "Whacha makin?"

"Food!" I snarked with a grin.

"Really? Couldn'ta guessed!" He giggled. "Can I help?"

"That'd be great!" I answered, setting a cutting board and small pile of carrots and celery in front of the boy. "Cut these up and toss them in the crock pot." I demonstrated on a carrot. He happily began chopping as I worked on the potatoes and stew meat.

The lad tossed a piece of carrot in his mouth and crunched happily.

I shot him a glance.

"It was the wrong shape!" he grinned. Every so often the boy would munch another piece of veggie. His pile gone, he looked at the onion, then at me. "I'll let you handle that. I don't feel like crying today."

I chuckled softly and nodded. "It's ok. I don't blame you. But how about this time I show you a trick to make it less of a problem?"

"There's a trick?" he looked at me questioning.

"Yep!" I explained each step as I went along. "First, you cut it in half, then you slice horizontally towards the root, then vertically, and finally chop from the cut end, back. Ta Da!"

"Wow! Can I try the other half?" The boy stepped forward and I stepped back, watching as he followed all the steps under my supervision. "That's so cool! They should teach that in home Ec class!"

I tipped my head. "They don't? They really should!" I tossed and poured in the final ingredients, then set the timer on the crock pot, placed its lid, and pushed it to the back of the counter. "And that'll be dinner."

I turned to the fridge, opened it and grabbed 3 soda cans. "Grab three as well, then follow me." He did as instructed, and we headed down to the computer room. I popped open the door to the room he'd used the previous night.

Before I could even explain, the boy popped open the small door in the wall, sat his cans down and closed it. "Yeah. I looked the other night. That's pretty sweet!"

"Awwe!" I feigned a pout, "But I was looking forward to seeing your expression!"

The boy giggled, "Sorry Je… Daddy."

I smiled, "Oh, it's ok. I'll live! This time." I exaggerated as I deposited my cans in my room's cubby and returned to his. Taking a seat I fired up the system and turned on both screens, then clicked a few things, typed some other things, then stood, tapping the chair. "Have a seat, hon."

Greg did as directed, looking over all the new windows in front of him. "That's a lot of stuff!" he marveled.

"It may seem like it now, but it'll make sense once you get the hang of it. Of course the main screen is where you'll see the game running. We won't start that until we're ready. As for the other screen, it's a touch screen. So you use your finger to do stuff on it. This bit shows how long we've been streaming, it'll start counting up when we start the stream." I pointed out sections of the screen as I explained.

"This bit is the chat area. You don't have to read it if you don't want to, but people watch the streams for the interaction with us. It can get going really fast sometimes tho, and of course we're also here to play a game. So don't feel like you have to read and respond to everything. It's just not possible."

The boy nodded as he listened to me, taking in the crash course.

"And this area over here is the donations. When someone donates money, they get to put in a message. That will pop up here. We read them aloud to the stream, and thank them. This one is important, these are the people paying the bills around here."

He nodded excitedly, "And making sure we have all sorts of neat spandex and stuff to wear!"

I laughed, "That too! Once the donation is read, you tap it and it'll gray out. If it hasn't been tapped after several minutes, it'll turn yellow. And eventually, it'll start flashing. Again tho, we're here to play, so it's ok to let these things go while battling or something. We just get to them when things calm down. With me so far?"

"Yeah, it's really not as hard as it looks!" the lad smiled up at me. "And this is for muting the mic?" he pointed at a large red microphone icon on the screen.

"Exactly. When it is green, then the stream can hear you, and when it's red with a line through it, they can't." I tapped it a few times to toggle it on and off.

"Cool. What if I want to talk to you in private?" he questioned.

"We will always be able to hear each other. So just mute the stream, and speak. There will also be a smaller mic icon down there once my machine is fired up. That way you can see if I have the stream muted or not. If mine is red and I speak to you directly, make sure yours is also red before responding."

"Got it!" He smiled big. "Anything else?"

"Hmm. Game names only. Keep it PG. Don't eat or drink with the mic on. I think that's about it."

"How long will we be streaming?" he asked.

"Four hours at least. At that point we can go on until we've had enough."

"Holy crap!" he exclaimed before quickly covering his mouth.

I laughed. "Just wait until we do a special stream! Those can be twelve or even twenty four hours!"

"At once?!" he gasped. "And you play the whole time? What about peeing and stuff?" The boy looked around and under the table "I don't see a secret potty! You use a bottle or something?"

"Oh! Ummm. Or something," I raised a brow and my voice squeaked a bit. "There are a couple options. You can let me know, and we can do a," I made air quotes, "Be right back screen."

"Ok. Or?" The boy looked at me curiously. "You said there were a couple options?"

I studied the boy's face. He had kept them after all. I took a breath. "Or… Remember those diapers?"

Greg went wide eyed. "You wear those to stream?"

"I do," I nodded. "Takes some getting used to, but they are very convenient when you don't want to take breaks. And considering you can't always take a break right when you need to. The alternative is holding it until you can."

The boy looked down as the gears turned. "Makes sense. Will you wear one tonight?"

"I will," I responded.

"Alright," he paused a moment. "I will too then."

"You don't need to. It's just what I do."

He nodded and looked up again, "I know. But you are the expert. So if you think it's a good thing to do. Besides. I wanted to try them anyways. But if I don't like it, we can do a 'BRB' [Be Right Back] so I can take it off, right?"

"Of course!" I smiled. "Just let me know. And the first chance we get, we'll take a break."

"Ok. I'll definitely try it then!" He smiled big and nodded firmly. "Do I need to give one of them back to you?"

I laughed and shook my head. "No, those ones are way too small for me. I have my own."

"Cool! Also. I've never put a diaper on anyone. Is it hard?"

"It's not terribly hard," I shook my head. "But, until you've had practice, it can be a bit tricky to get it lined up right."

"Yeah?" The boy's cheeks lightly flushed red as he looked away. "Would you… Maybe… Help me?"

My heart skipped a beat as he asked. I don't know why, but I hadn't even considered the boy would need help putting the diaper on. But now, not only was I going to get to see him naked once more, but I'd also touch him! Moreover he was actively asking me to do it this time! I tried to play it off as nothing special, answering, "Sure. If you want me to."

He nodded "I'd like… Ummm, I mean, appreciate that."

"Ok. But first we need to take care of a couple more things." I headed over to my little room and fired up my system as Greg watched over my shoulder. It took only a couple minutes and my screens looked as his did.

***

We then headed into the kitchen. "Do you like ham and cheese sandwiches?" I asked.

"Yeah. Ham 'n cheese is good," Greg answered back happily as I started handing him fixings from the fridge and cabinets. Side by side we each made 2 sandwiches. I then cut each of mine into 3 semi-equal strips as the boy watched, tipping his head questioningly. I smiled and held one up with my left hand and made mouse styled movements with my right.

"Ah!" He grinned and cut his as well. Then we each placed our mini sandwiches into plastic storage containers and sealed them. "These go in the mini fridges?" He inquired.

I nodded and he grabbed them up and hopped out of the room.

I chuckled and grabbed a couple more small plastic containers and a large bucket of random hard candies from the cabinet. Having placed a couple handfuls in the smaller bowls and placing their lids, I carried them on to the computer rooms, meeting Greg as he was coming back up the stairs.

"One last thing to drop off down there." I popped a lid and showed him the contents.

"Yum!" He grinned. "You go all out for this!"

I chuckled again, "Well, we're going to be at it four to six hours after all. And we have to keep our energy up."

"Makes sense!" he retorted, stealing a candy and popping it in his mouth with a sly grin.

"Wrong shape? I asked, and the boy's grin spread with a nod. I shook my head and laughed. "Silly boy. I'm going to take these down, why don't you go get one of those diapers and meet me in my room?"

"It's time, huh?" Greg blushed lightly. "Ok," he agreed and turned to bounce up the stairs, a bit slower than usual.

As I headed down the other set of stairs to drop off the candy, I wondered if I was about to make a mistake. I know the boy had asked for my help, but I inadvertently precipitated the series of events that led us here. Had I been someone on the outside looking in however, I would have to forgive them thinking it was some sort of ploy. Anywhere along the way, I could have derailed where this was leading, but I was too daft to think that far ahead. No, that's not right either. The way I let things play out, and with my active guidance, it was inevitable. Did this make me a bad person?

I took a deep breath and dropped off the bowls of candy. Honestly. I wanted this too much to stop now. And besides. It's not like I was forcing the boy to do anything he didn't want to. And gave him an out, if he wanted it.

A couple minutes later I met the boy in my room, where he was sitting on the bed waiting nervously. I headed over to the closet, sliding the doors to the opposite side and grabbed a bottle of baby powder and a large diaper off the shelf.

As I turned, I could see Greg's gaze looking right past me at the closet. He was transfixed by something. I turned back around to look as he jumped up and rushed over, snagging a hangered SpiderMan suit. He held it up between us.

"You said you didn't have one!" the boy exclaimed and glared at me as he lowered it.

I coughed and shook my head. "No. I said I didn't have one that would fit you. Trust me, if I had thought it would fit, I would have let you wear it!"

He furrowed his brow and mumbled, holding it against his body. The gloves dangled at about his knees and a large mound of leg gathered at his feet. "That totally sucks! But you could wear it! I could like… I dunno… Be your side kick. Or something?"

"That would be fun!" I smiled big, "But you would be a better side kick if you had your own costume too."

"That'd be awesome! Wait. You also said you didn't have fox ears and tail I could wear too!" He mimed air quotes. "So. Do you have any fox ears or tails? Maybe ones that would fit you?" he asked point blank, and turned to face the closet.

Oh crap, I'd done it now! "Well. Yes… Kind of. But," just then the alarm on my phone went off. "Oh shit! We need to discuss this later, ok? We only have an hour until we're supposed to be live and playing! And I usually like to be on a few minutes early to talk to the fans before I start gaming."

"Oh yeah! Ok. But you gotta show me later!"

"That's a deal! Now, if you really want to do this, get your rump over here." I turned to face the bed and patted a spot in front of me.

With what seemed like only 3 bounces the boy planted himself right where I indicated and smiled up at me. "Now what?"

I smiled and rested a hand on his shoulder and gave a light push. The boy laid back, still looking up at me. My heart began to pound as my fingertips hooked into the waistband of his bikini at his sides. I paused, looking up at him, giving the boy one last chance to back out. He blushed again, and turned his head to the side. He found our reflection in the mirrored closet door and watched as I continued.

Slowly I pulled down his undies, watching as his boyhood rolled free of its constraint. I swallowed hard, noting it wasn't exactly firm, but it wasn't totally flaccid either. I dropped the speedo on the bed beside him and grabbed the bottle of powder then sprinkled his groin and hips.

The boy squirmed. "That's cooooold!" he exclaimed in surprise.

I chuckled and looked up, our eyes meeting for a moment before he again turned away. "It won't be for long." I smiled and rubbed my hands together, then lowered them to the boy's hips and began massaging the powder into his skin. Slowly I worked my way over his hips, across his stomach, and then slid them down his groin on each side of his member as it steadily hardened.

He gasped quietly as my fingers roamed up over his sack, kneading his orbs gently. Finally I curled my fingers around his shaft and caressed over its length. The boy's cock twitched in my hand, now fully erect, as was mine. He moaned sweetly at my movements.

He raised his hands towards mine, but then pulled them up to cover his face instead. Looking up, I could see the bright red tinge of his cheeks between his fingers. His gaze was transfixed on the scene in the mirror. Smiling at the sight of the boy enjoying my touch, I caressed his length a couple times more before releasing him. The boy sighed out deeply as I stopped my assault.

Finally I put some powder in my left hand, hooked my right arm under his knees and lifted his lower body up off the bed. I reached under him and massaged the powder into his soft ass cheeks. Finishing up, I ran a couple fingers from the top of his crack down.

Once more the boy gasped as my index finger drug across his pucker. Having completed this portion of my task, I lowered the boy back down to the bed.

I reached over to the drawer in the night stand and pulled out a small package of wipes. Snagged one and cleaned the remnants of the powder from my hands, then grabbed the boy's diaper. I opened it up in front of me, exposing its full hourglass shape. Once more, I lifted him with my arm as I slid the diaper under him and adjusted its position. I then lowered him back down, resting his rump on the diaper and pulled the front up between his legs.

I spent a moment adjusting the diaper's position, then folded the two wings over his hips and tucked them in under his ass. Then pulled the rear wings up, pulling them taught and taping each side to the front. Lastly I inserted a finger into each side of the newly formed leg holes, hooking at the elastic gathers inside. Running my fingers from the front to the back, I pulled the elastic forward onto his legs.

"All done!" I smiled and patted the padded groin and stepped back. "What do you think?"

"Wow! I'm glad I didn't try to figure that out on my own!" Greg chirped, hopping to his feet. He stepped in front of the mirror to examine himself. He wiggled and twisted his body, made marching movements with his legs, squatted a couple times, then ran his hands over the soft plastic. "This is actually cool! They feel really comfy. And I thought it would be hard to move around, but it's not!"

I smiled big, "Awesome! Glad you like it!"

"Yeah I do! And they're so cute too!" The boy looked at me grinning ear to ear, "But now it's your turn! Can I put yours on?"

"Oh. Well, I guess so," I responded nervously, my once raging hardon having only receded a bit.

"Sweet!" the boy chimed, quickly moving back over to the bed and patted it, grinning at me.

I chuckled and plopped down in the spot and lay back. I looked to the side and noted just how good the view actually was in the mirror.

Greg started with my boxers as I had, however my cock, being nearly rock hard, sprung forward with a slap. The boy stopped for a moment, staring at it as he swallowed hard, then took a deep breath. He repeated each of the remaining steps as I had, in exactly the same order. Taking great care to follow the procedure as if he were being graded.

Finally it came time for my shaft. He curled his digits around it and stroked its length slowly. His smile spread to a huge grin as he seemed to positively glow with happiness. He was completely captivated by my rod. I'm not sure which I enjoyed more, the feeling of his touch, or the way his eyes looked at me. I moaned deeply and pushed my head back into the bed, gasping out "G-Greg."

Against my deepest desire, I raised my hand to his and stopped him. I panted out, "I think the powder is massaged in well enough there."

"Oh!" The boy turned beet red. "Right. Sorry." He tried hooking his arm under my legs and lifting me, but couldn't. So I brought my feet up to the edge of the bed frame and pushed my own rump up. Smiling, he quickly powdered my ass and slid the diaper into place and I lowered back down. Within another couple minutes he had finished up, down to patting my cushioned groin.

I got up and went over to the mirror to check out the boy's handy work. He had done remarkably well considering it was his first time. They weren't quite as snug as I usually got them, and they were a tad offset to one side. But more than adequate.

"Good job!" I said with a smile, "You did damned well."

"Awesome!" He cheered. "But yours are just white? No cute animals or toys or nothin!"

"Nope. You get the cutesy little boy ones. I get the big old daddy ones. That's how it's supposed to be, right?"

He thought for a moment before responding. "Daddies can have cute stuff too. I think it would be kinda neat if we matched. But even if they weren't cute, you could have some other kinda design."

I chuckled, "I suppose so. But considering the only reason I've had to wear them is nights like this and the prints cost extra," I shrugged. "So didn't much see the point in getting something no one's going to enjoy. Not like anyone's going to spend time looking at them."

"I guess," the boy nodded, then smiled, "But I would enjoy it!"

I turned to face the lad. "You would?" Before he could respond, the alarm sounded again. "That's fifteen minutes. We should head down." The boy's face was contorted as I looked back up from the phone. I couldn't help but laugh at the sight.

"Don't laugh! I thought it would be easy!" he pouted.

I smiled and shook my head. "Sorry hon, I won't laugh any more. Ok, the trick, at least until you get used to it: Close your eyes, relax, imagine standing in front of a toilet, and just let it go."

The boy nodded and did as instructed. Within moments he was letting out a heavy sigh. His mouth gaped open as his head tipped back. The front of his plastic covering began to swell. A moment later the boy rolled his head forward and opened his eyes, sighing out "Wooooow."

He reached down to his groin and gave it a good squeeze then pulled back his waistband and looked inside. "That's… Amazing!"

My cock twitched as I thought about his warm stream pouring into his diaper. I grinned. "And now we need to get downstairs."

The boy nodded and headed for the door, but I stayed behind to let lose my own warm stream. The boy looked back and down at my diaper, grinning as it swell. I too sighed out my pleasured release. The lad giggled and hopped down the hall, crinkling with each bounce.

I shook my head and followed behind. Being more than a bit aroused, I had to adjust myself as I walked. What did the events of the past hour bode for our future? I mean, I no longer had any doubt Greg wanted to do more with me. And of course I wanted no more then to do so myself. But should we? I'd given him the speech about doing what felt right to him and what he wanted. And to ignore anyone else's opinions on the matter. Did it make me a hypocrite even thinking about this? And seriously, I think I just let things cross some sort of line anyways.

Damn it! I needed to stop thinking about this. How was I going to focus on the game? Keep your mind on the game! We need to play. The Game! I took a deep breath and decided this other stuff could wait. There are more important things right now.

***

I got Greg settled into his place. "Go ahead and fire up the game, and get logged in. Once you're in game, just wait there for us to start." The boy nodded his understanding and I headed into my own little room. A few clicks of the mouse and taps on the keyboard later and my game was coming up. "Ready to go, Little Fox?"

"Ready, Daddy Fox!" he giggled.

I groaned.

"I know, 'Golden' Fox… But I had to. While I could."

I laughed. "Alright hon. Just be careful, ok?"

"Yap yap! Little Fox good to go!" he chirped.

"Ok, hold on tight!" I tapped a few places on the touchscreen to connect us to the chat. I'd completely forgotten to register an account for the boy. Argh! I quickly went to do so and the site complained the username was already taken "That sucks!" I muttered.

"What's wrong?" Greg inquired.

"Your name's taken on the chat service. Wait!" For shits and giggles I tried signing in using Jordan's go-to temp password and an already active chat room quickly filled part of the smaller screens. "That sly bastard! Jordan already had you covered!"

"Thanks…" The boy went silent. Then followed "Holy shit!" his voice echoed. "That's a lot of people!"

I looked down at the user count and laughed "It's only a bit over three K so far."

"Only?"

"Oh, well… Yeah. We haven't even started yet," I responded. "Best not to think about the numbers and just focus on having fun."

"I'll try. Ready… I think." He answered shakily, then started giggling.

Reading over the chat quickly I noticed the conversation had quickly changed. Complaints of our tardiness quickly turning to cheers for Little Fox's appearance. This was followed by a large number of "Yap, yap" posts. A quick check of how many people were watching each POV and it was clear to see my little kit had already garnered quite the following.

"Good evening fellow foxies! And welcome to another stream night," I began my introduction. "Sorry for the delay. We have a special guest with us this week."

"Yap yap!" The boy giggled. "Little Fox here and ready to kick some… Butt!" The boy egged on the crowd, and they happily followed with another round of "Yap's".

I followed this with my standard introduction and then we began to play. Greg really got into conversing with the fans. Topics ranged from his favorite music, TV shows, movies, anime, and other games. From time to time we had to dodge more sensitive topics, such as our relation, but all in all, things went great!

During the course of the session, Greg's mic icon flickered red from time to time. This would be followed by the sounds of cans being opened, soda being gulped, and candies being crunched. It was at these times I wished I'd given in and installed cameras in the rooms. Not to stream them, but so I could watch the lad.

This was particularly true a couple times.

A while into playing we pulled into a small town where we could repair our gear, do some upgrades and inventory management. While sorting through stuff I noticed Greg's mic get muted, followed by the sound of his chair creaking and the crinkle of his diaper as he stood and sighed out. I couldn't help but grin, knowing what was going on. I filled the empty air by answering a few questions, and within moments, the chipper boy was back in the action.

Then, about three hours into the stream. We had just finished a rather tough fight. "Holy shit!" the boy exclaimed, immediately followed by a really loud thud and an "Owwwwie."

"You ok, Little Fox?" I questioned with concern, about to jump out of my seat. I realized I should have muted the mics, but it was now too late for that.

"Yeeeaahh. Sorry about that," he whined. Then laughed. "Just fell off my chair! I think 'LF-Rocks' is just trying to give me a heart attack!" The sounds, squeaks and crinkles alike, of the boy crawling back in his chair played out over the stream as he read the message on his screen. "He donated $500 and says 'This is for Little Fox, be sure he gets something really cool!' That's amazing! Thank you! I'm just blown away."

"Literally!" I laughed. "Wow! That is very generous 'LF-Rocks'! I will be sure he gets something extra special. Thanks!"

We went back to playing after that, but the poor lad was obviously shaken. It took almost the entire following mission before he was back on point.

As the four hour mark rolled close, I muted our mics. "Hey hon, we're coming up on four hours. How you holding up? Do you want to keep going or have you had enough for one night?"

"Wow! I didn't even notice!" He replied. "It only feels like it's been a couple hours, maybe. Yeah, I'm good, we can keep going. If you want!"

"Sounds good. If you get tired or want to stop, just let me know."

"Ok. But I'm having too much fun. It could be eight more hours!" He giggled.

I laughed, "I think I will give out long before that!. Maybe a couple more hours will be good?"

"Awesome!" He retorted before focusing back on the game.

The hour and a half that followed, flew by in a flash. I could have likely continued on a bit longer, but we just wrapped the final boss of a segment. I knew the next mission would be the start of a new chapter in the game's story. So I figured it was a perfect time to call it.

"Well, folks. With that, we're going to call it a job well done!" I announced.

"Awwwwe," Greg whined, and was quickly backed up by a mass out-cry in the chat.

I chuckled. "I know, I know. But we can't play the whole game in one night. I'd like to thank Little Fox for joining us tonight. Who knows, if you all ask really nice, maybe he'll join us again!"

"That'd be awesome! Thanks everyone for taking it easy on me, and letting me join you. It's been a blast!" he chirped as a flood of last minute donations came in. While a couple were 'thank you' types of messages, most were requests for more Little Fox. This was backed up by the regular chat as well. Even my most hardcore fans approved of my boy. It gave me such a great feeling knowing that he was fitting in so well. "I can't wait to do this again!" he responded.

I thanked the boy once more, and went into my standard outro. Following that, I clicked a few things, and the stream shut down.

I stretched as I stepped into the main room. Greg was just stepping out of his room as well, and his eyes immediately dropped to my groin. The boy's already huge grin somehow spread even further. "Wow! I thought mine had a lot in it!" he exclaimed.

I walked over to him and reached down, giving his groin a squeeze. I chuckled as his diaper squished in my grasp, "Seems you got the hang of it!"

"Yeah! It was kinda weird at first, but it got easier," he responded as he reached out and rubbed my puffed out diaper before giving it a firm squeeze. "Cool" he exhaled.

"Grab your stuff and take it up to the kitchen." I instructed.

The boy did as told and I followed with my handful of items. Within a couple minutes we'd put the remnants in their appropriate places.

"Ok, one last thing. We need to get out of these soaked diapers."

"Do I have to?" The boy looked down at his padded groin, giving it a rub.

My heart skipped a beat at his response. I'd tried so many times to get Rick to enjoy wearing diapers. But he never did, only humoring my fantasies when I specifically requested he do so. So not wanting to influence his opinion, I tried hard to hold back my excitement when I questioned, "So you really like wearing it? Even when wet?"

The boy nodded shyly, not making eye contact. "Is that ok?"

"Yeah!" I responded a bit happier then I'd intended. I swallowed, to push back my excitement again. "But you can only wear them so long while wet, or you'll get a rash. But you can always put a dry one on after… It's also probably good, at least at first, to give yourself some 'airing out' time now and then. Just to keep your skin healthy."

He looked up at me and grinned. "So I can get a new one on?"

"Absolutely! But I'm going to jump in the hot tub for a bit. So if we put you in a new one now, I will be tubbing alone!"

The boy's eyes widened, "Oh! How about I get a new one on after we get out of the hot tub?"

"Sounds like a plan!" I smiled, "Let's head up to the bedroom."

Greg nodded and bounced towards the bedroom. His diapered butt crinkled and swayed heavily with his movements. Once there, I opened the door of the night stand and pulled out a plastic grocery bag, setting it on the bed. Lastly I grabbed the wipes from the drawer and patted the bed.

The boy plopped down in front of me, grinning. I popped the tapes free from the front of his diaper, letting the wings fall to the sides and pulled out a wipe. I lifted his lower regions by his legs as I had when putting him in the diaper, then rubbed the cloth over his ass. I pulled the diaper to the side before resting him back on the bed. Next, I used the wipe to clean his belly and his semi hard member before depositing it in the bag. And finally, I rolled up the diaper and added it to the bag.

"There we go. You're all set!" I announced.

At first, the boy looked a bit disappointed. I guess the process of diaper removal just wasn't all he'd hoped for. None the less, he recovered quickly and sprung to his feet, turning to me with a smile. "Your turn!" He pointed to the bed before us.

I laughed and shook my head before taking my position on the bed. The boy took great care, following the steps, as I had. While meticulous, he finished the task at hand quickly. Smiling all the time, his eyes rarely leaving my lower regions. Within minutes he chirped "Hot tub time!" with a big grin.

I chuckled and hopped up. "Yep!" I hooked a hand at the bottom of my tank top, pulling it off in one swift move and dropped it on the bed. "Let me grab us a couple towels and we're good to go!"

Greg's eyes widened, staring at me, opening his mouth as to ask a question, but then stopping.

"What's up?" I inquired as I grabbed a couple towels from the master bath.

He blushed slightly as he spoke, looking away. "Well. Don't we like need our speedos… Or something?"

I feigned a pout, "Awww. Am I that hideous? You want me to cover myself back up?"

"No!" the boy exclaimed, looking up at me quickly, "I like looking," the boy's words faded in volume as his brain caught up to his mouth and a deep, deep red shot across his cheeks, "at you." Just as the last of his words fell from his lips, the boy turned entirely away from me.

I stood speechless for what seemed an eternity. Echoes of his voice shattered through my mind. I had honestly expected some sort of smart quip. But this admittance. I already knew he enjoyed looking at me, but he'd now flat out admitted it! This totally sent me on a spin. A great warmth of happiness and joy began to well up from deep within as it sunk in.

Just as quick, those feelings were stomped out. I realized the boy was visibly shaking. It was then I caught his expression in the mirror across the room. It was nearly the same expression he'd had the first time we met. A mix of embarrassment, and utter fear. The glint from forming tears shone in his eyes. My heart sunk as guilt set in. What I had intended to be a little bit of fun, had ended up hurting the poor boy somehow. And I had no clue why. I got the embarrassment, and maybe some nervousness, but fear?

I stepped towards the boy, reaching out my hand. "Greg?" I questioned as my fingers brushed his shoulder. The boy flinched at my touch, pulling away.

His voiced shuttered. "I'm sorry. Please don't make me leave! I don't want to leave!" He continued to shake from head to toe.

I kneeled down behind the boy and spoke softly. "I don't want you to leave either. Why would I? Why would you think that?"

The boy rubbed at his eyes as he slowly turned to face me "But, but… I'm just a kid… And you're…"

I could see the gears spinning as the boy paused. "An old man?" I volunteered.

He exhaled a deep sigh and shrugged. "It's wrong. A kid isn't supposed to… You know."

It seemed so obvious as he spoke. The boy had been struggling with the same dilemma I had. I hadn't even considered the ramifications from the boy's point of view. Argh! I felt so stupid. But how do we clear the air? I knew I had to be careful. This matter was the pure definition of delicate.

I didn't want to sway the boy's position any further. He'd already been manipulated by at least one person. Yes, he'd decided after the fact he liked what happened, but did that make it alright? Who knows how things would have turned out for him had that not happened. On top of that I had concerns over my own actions and their influences.

I took a deep breath and stood up and stepped over to the bed. Taking a seat, I patted the spot next to me. "Ok, let's talk."

Greg nodded softly and did as instructed. He sat, in silence, staring at his hands as he fidgeted.

I took great care to speak softly. "You think it's wrong for kids to like looking at older people?"

The boy shrugged and took a deep breath. "I dunno. People always say it's wrong. And it's sick. And stuff like that." He stopped for a moment, taking a few more breathes, "But… But I like it. I try not to. But I do." He looked up at me questioningly. "Is there something wrong with me? Am I sick? Why wouldn't you throw me out? Why would you want a sicko perv-boy anywhere near you?"

This was going to be a lot to unpack. And really dug deep at my own insecurities. I hadn't even fully decided how I stood on this, and now there we were, crunch time. I looked over at the boy and thought for a moment as I examined his face. Of course I didn't think there was anything wrong with him. Of course he wasn't sick. It was only natural for a boy to want to look at older men. The flip-side, maybe not so much.

"Forget what others say for a moment. Does it feel wrong to you?"

The boy shook his head, but remained silent.

"Alright," I continued. "Do you remember what I said when we were going through the box of stuff? There are plenty of people out there who have their opinions on everything. Being gay, inter-racial couples, wearing diapers for fun, hair color, what gear and weapons you should use in games. Everything! So who's right? Them, or you?"

Greg looked back down at his hands, "It's not that simple tho."

"Why not? It's your life. What difference does it make what others think?"

"I care," he started, then paused. "I care what you think Jeff." The boy looked up again, his eyes pleading for my approval.

I realized, I'd read the situation completely wrong. He'd already gotten past the fact that other people thought there was something wrong with him. What he really wanted was to know where I stood.

"No, I don't think there's anything wrong with you. I don't think you're sick. I think you're absolutely perfect the way you are. I think it's totally normal for you to like looking at old guys like me," I smiled big. "If anything, it makes me feel good, and happy that such a cute, smart and adorable boy thinks I'm worth looking at."

He looked back up at me, his gaze locking with mine. "Really?" The first hint of a smile was starting to make its return to his face.

"Of course silly! Look at me. I am sitting here naked right now. If it bothered me to have you looking at me, I wouldn't have let you. Right?"

The boy finally cracked a full smile, then tipped his head. "But… There's seeing you. And there's looking at you. I mean… In that way. You know?"

I chuckled "You're right. But I've seen the way you've been looking at me, and where you've been looking. So it was kind of obvious."

"Oh." The boy blushed lightly. "Jeff? Can I ask you something else?"

"Of course you can. You can always ask me anything you want!"

"Do you… Do you like… You know… Looking at me too?" Greg asked, avoiding eye contact again.

I swallowed, contemplating my response. I had little doubt the boy would take issue with my response. I had finally come to grips with it myself. But something about admitting it out loud, and to him. I found it difficult. But he deserved an honest and truthful answer. Not to mention our futures lay heavy upon it. It was now, or never. "Yes. I enjoy looking at you very much. Is that ok with you?"

I'm not sure how he managed it, but the boy literally levitated in midair and landed in my lap, his arm wrapped around me in the tightest hug imaginable. His voice was raspy against my neck as he cried out "YES! I'll stay naked for you forever if… If you want me to!"

I returned the hug and chuckled softly. "That might make it difficult for me to take you out anywhere. And even though we are both good with it, there are still those people out there."

Greg giggled in my ear and nodded, "I guess you're right. Ok. Not all the time. But whenever you want. Ok?"

I took a deep breath and gave the boy one more good squeeze before setting him back on the bed next to me. "I guess we need to discuss one more thing."

"Oh?" he tipped his head again, looking a bit concerned.

"Yeah. I don't want you doing anything because you think I want you to. Or because you think you owe me for something… Or anything like that. The only reason you should ever do anything is because you want to. Understand?"

He nodded slowly "I think so. But I do want to. I want to make you happy! Is that bad?"

I shook my head, "No, it's not bad. It makes me feel good knowing that you care that much about me. But what if I asked you to murder someone? Would you do it, just because it would make me happy?"

His eyes went wide as he looked at me. "You'd never do that, you're too nice!"

"I know that's an extreme. But my point still stands. Just because I might want something, doesn't mean it's right for you. So I need to be sure, no matter how big, or small it seems. Never, ever do anything, unless you really want to. It's ok to say no."

"I understand," he chirped. "I know you'd never ask me to do anything I didn't want to do anyways."

"I'm not so sure," I shook my head.

The boy looked surprised "What? What do you mean?"

I sighed, "Those diapers you got from the box. The one you wore tonight?" Greg nodded as I continued, "I got those for my ex, because I wanted him to wear them. The reason there's only a few missing from the pack is because he didn't like them. He tried, because he knew I wanted him to. But not because he wanted to."

"Oh," he responded, looking down, "Is that why you broke up?"

"No" I smiled. "To be honest, we didn't really break up in the traditional sense. But we'll discuss that another time. The point is, he didn't like them, and without meaning to, I kind of tried to force him to. And he tried to force himself to. And it ended up not making either of us happy."

"Makes sense!" The boy smiled big and nodded again. "Oh! I know! Like… I like wearing the diapers! But I am not going to poo in them! Even if you want me to! No matter how much you beg. Like that?"

I laughed out loud. "Awwe. You never know till you try! You might like it."

He frowned and shook his head emphatically. "Nope, not gunna happen! Eww! You can do it if it feels right for you. But you can keep your stinky butt away from me!"

I laughed harder and nodded. "Alright, no stinky butt for you. But yeah, just like that! You don't have to do anything you don't want to do."

"Cool! Thanks Je…" He stopped and smiled big. "Daddy!"

I smiled back and leaned in to give him a great big lingering hug.

The faint 'beep beep beep' of the crock pot echoed through the bedroom doorway. "Well, no hot tub tonight. Dinner's done."

"I'm sorry," the boy sighed as he pulled back from the hug.

"Don't be. I'm very glad we talked" I ruffled his hair.

"Me too!" He smiled and jumped to his feet. "Food sounds really good tho! Let's eat!" The boy took a couple bounces towards the door and stopped. "Oh wait! Diaper first!" He spun on one foot to face me with a grin.

I chuckled softly, "Sure thing!" Standing, I patted the bed, and the lad plopped down in place. As I got everything ready to diaper the boy, my stomach quite loudly demanded food. Greg thought this rather hilarious and laughed hard. While I didn't rush through the task of diapering him, I also didn't intentionally take my time as I had earlier either. The food was done, I was hungry, and I was sure the boy was as well.

Having finished, the boy hopped up. "Your turn!"

I shook my head, "Not this time bud."

"Awwe. Alright," he said, a little sad.

***

We headed down the hall way. The boy shone in all his adorableness as he hopped before me, his little crinkling butt swaying with each bounce. I simply couldn't help but admire it.

As we reached the top of the stairs, Greg looked back and saw where I was looking. He stopped, pushed his rump back and waggled it at me. He grinned big, giggled, then hopped down the stairs.

"Such a tease!" I called out before following him down.

"I'll grab the food, while you get our spots ready." I said as I headed for the kitchen.

"Okies!" The boy called out as he headed into the living room.

It only took a moment to fill a couple bowls, grab some crackers and head back to the living room. Greg already had things set by the time I arrived, including the selection of a movie that was paused on the opening screen.

"Oh! I've been looking forward to this one!" I commented as I placed a bowl on each TV tray.

Taking my seat I offered the boy the crackers and he snagged a few, breaking them into his stew. "Yeah me too!" he chirped while mixing the crackers in.

"Fire it up then!" I directed with a smile as I too broke some crackers and mixed them into my bowl. We both sat back enjoying our food and the movie. Having finished his food partway through the movie, Greg snuggled up to me, and I rested my arm over his shoulders. He smiled up at me before resting his head against my side and returned to watching the movie.

There was no doubt in my mind. While the food and movie were good, I actually enjoyed the closeness and time I shared with the young lad far more. There was nothing questionable in it, no ulterior motives. Just the pleasure of having someone in my life that I enjoyed being with, and caring for. And knowing that he felt the same way about me. It felt good. I nuzzled at the top of his head, and he smiled up at me happily before a loud explosion once again grabbed both our attentions.

As the movie came to its end, I looked down at the boy, his eyes nearly closed as he yawned and stretched. "That was really good," he smiled, lacking most the energy he normally had.

I ruffled his hair, "Yeah it was and you are tired!" The boy nodded as I continued, "Alright, let me clean up from dinner, and we can head to bed."

The boy flopped over on the couch as I got up and grabbed the bowls. I chuckled and shook my head as I wandered into the kitchen and put things up and started the dishwasher.

Upon my return to the living room, Greg held his arms out towards me and grinned. "Daddy. Carry me?"

I smiled big and stepped over to the couch and leaned in. The boy wrapped his arms around my neck as I pulled him up into my arms, both my hands cupping at his squishy diaper butt.

"Daddy? Can I sleep in your bed again?" the lad asked, nuzzling my neck, as I headed up the stairs.

"Sure hon. Any time you want," I smiled, hoping he would always want to. I lay him down on the bed, "Well, time for me to pee. Then we'll get you out of your diaper and hit the hay!"

Greg reached out and grabbed my hand as I turned to walk away. "Wait. Do you… Maybe… I dunno… Wanna use… My diaper?"

My cock twitched, and my heart began to race. It was almost deafening as it pounded in my chest. Had I actually heard what I thought? The boy had only tried diapers for the first time today, and he already wanted to take things to this level? How did he even know of such things? Or had he considered it himself? I would have loved to know the answers to these questions, but I wasn't going to ask now!

I turned back to the boy, my eyes meeting his, but only for a second, before he looked away.

"Yes," I responded, my throat catching. I swallowed hard and tried again, "I'd love to!"

"Really?" The boy exclaimed as his head whipped back to face me. His face shined brightly with his excitement as he leapt to his feet, grinning from ear to ear. His hands rushed down to the waist band of his diaper thrusting it open to reveal his semi hard pecker nestled between the white of the diaper and the flesh of his stomach.

I stood there, in awe a moment. I had not expected this turn of events, nor the boy's eagerness. My member steadily grew thicker and harder the more I thought about what was happening. If I didn't do this now, I may not be able to shortly! I stepped close to the boy, aiming myself with one hand and exhaling deep as I let my stream go, grateful I'd not done so since my diaper removal hours before.

The boy looked down and watched as my piss splattered against his own thickening member. Sighing out into a moan as a stream of his own urine shot up and splashed against his stomach and rushed back down to mix with mine. He closed his eyes, still grinning, even wider than before. He tipped his head back, basking in the feeling of our warm streams mixing and bathing over his lower regions.

As my cock grew ever harder it became more difficult to hold it outward. Greg opened his eyes, reaching out a hand and wrapped his fingers around my member, stopping the flow. He then leaned in and pointed its tip at his mouth before loosening his grip, letting the now pressurized liquid spray forth into his waiting maw. I gasped audibly as he leaned ever forward, allowing his lips to wrap around the end of my shaft, then began to bob slowly as he suckled me. My breath turned heavy and rough as he worked me for a couple minutes.

I planted my hands on his head and slowly pushed him off my shaft. The boy looked up at me, confused.

"Come over here," I panted, moving to the bed and laying down on my back. I held my cock straight up with one hand and patted my chest with the other. The boy grinned again, knowing exactly what I wanted and hopped onto the bed, straddling me. Again his lips and hand wrapped around my cock as he continued his assault on my senses.

His diapered groin now ground down against my chest as his rump rolled up and down before my eyes, mesmerizing me. The sounds of the boy's sucking mixed with the heavy moans and gasps coming from the pair of us, the crinkling of the diaper, and the ruffle of the bed sheets, blended together into a powerful music that filled my ears. Our bodies undulated and writhed with our passions. My toes curled, my back arched, and my hands moved up to the boy's back, rubbing at his flesh as we moved. My head pressed forward, shoving my face against his diapered ass, taking in deep his heavy scent. The moment consumed all my senses. Blazing and tingling throughout my entirety.

The boy rode my face as I moaned into it. This only stirred on the boy. His movements intensifying with every passing moment.

I threw my head back against the bed "G-Gr-Greg!" I panted breathlessly "St-Stop! I'm gunna… gunna." My hands dropped to my sides, grasping at the bed. The boy's pace quickened. My eyes closed as my back arched further, lifting the boy into the air moments before my thick cock erupted. Load after load flew into the boy's mouth causing him to gag a little before he swallowed. He thrust down against me furiously before gasping out loud, releasing my shaft and began to spasm atop me, finally collapsing, and gasping for breath.

We both lay there, panting heavily for several minutes. Finally, the boy pushed himself up enough to rotate to face me and flop back down atop of me. He positively glowed as he looked sideways up at me. I grinned, seeing a thick glob of my spunk roll down his cheek. Grabbing at his ass, I pulled him up to me. Leaning forward I licked at my cum, and followed its trail down to his lips. He parted them as my tongue swept across them slowly, pushing forward until they met mine in a kiss. Greg's eyes closed, his own tongue slipping free from its confines and explored the innards of my mouth as mine did his.

After several more minutes the boy lowered his head against my chest, exhaling a deep "Woooowww," he trailed off.

I nuzzled against his head, smelling of his hair. "Yeah." I uttered breathlessly.

We just lay there a while, enjoying the moment and reflecting on what had just transpired. Finally I spoke up, patting his diapered ass with what little energy I had left, "We need to get you out of that diaper."

"Not yet" the boy nuzzled my chest and mumbled, "I wanna feel yours with mine more."

My eyes were heavy and I was drained in every way. "Alright." I returned softly, unable to counter the boy's decision, even if I'd wanted to. I heard the boy's faint snores as I too slipped into the night.

To Be Continued