Cory DePalma

Chicagoland Boy
Tigerboy's Boy

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Chicagoland Boy

Chapter 1

It was the day after Christmas and I was accompanying my parents on a business trip – not my business but theirs. I had not wanted to come to Chicago with them this time. I knew all about the terrible winter weather – wind, snow and worse. I had been here many times before and really loved the city – the great architecture, the wonderful restaurants and the whole ambiance of a bustling, thriving, throbbing big city!

The reason I decided to go along was that after five days in Chicago we would be going to our winter place in St. Maarten down in the Caribbean. As the plane touched down, we all said a small prayer of thanksgiving.

The limo ride from the airport to The Drake was no better than the flight. The roads were snow covered and the traffic crawled along the freeways. When we finally arrived at the hotel we received excellent treatment, which was only what my father and mother had come to expect. We were whisked to our suite; it was incredibly large, sumptuous and beautiful. It had three bedrooms, a very large and elegant living/reception/sitting room, a dining room, a kitchen/breakfast area, five bathrooms and a maid's room. There were five separate entrances to the rooms of the suite and this after a single guarded entrance. It was magnificent.

I checked out my bedroom and bath; they were exceptional. The bathroom in particular was spectacular, complete with bidet, Jacuzzi, separate glassed in shower, telephone (private line) and every creature comfort imaginable in a bathroom. It even included a bar; I guess there are people who like to drink in the bathroom. The bedroom could easily sleep a family of eight in some third-world country. It was gorgeous with a working fireplace and a view looking north so that I could see Lake Shore Drive and Lake Michigan. I flopped down on my bed. The maid would be in later to unpack my bags. I quickly fell asleep, exhausted from the over strenuous trip.

When I awoke, I was covered with a blanket and all my bags had been unpacked; my clothes and personal item had been put away. The suite was very quiet. I got up and looked out of the window. The snow had stopped and daylight was fading fast. I put on a robe and walked into the living room. The lights were on in the kitchen and I went in. The maid was sitting in the corner reading a magazine.

She noticed me standing there. "Good evening, sir." she said in a very pleasant voice. "I'm Melinda."

"Hello, Melinda, I'm Cory. Do you know where my parents are?"

"Yes, Mr. Cory. They are downstairs in the ballroom at a reception. They asked me to tell you that they'll be back at eight o'clock and you'll all go to dinner then."

"Thank. And please call me Cory."

I went back to my room. Now I had three hours to kill before I had to shower and get ready for dinner. I decided to go out; I dressed casually and warmly. I wanted to see all the new upscale stores on North Michigan Avenue and generally just hang.

As I walked out of the hotel I was struck by the throngs of people on the streets and the wonderful Christmas decorations that were in full display. Everything looked so bright and cheerful; it put me in a wonderful mood. I felt so good and loving and giving – the true Christmas spirit.

It had a very good year for me. I would be graduating from high school in six months and going off to a very prestigious college in New Jersey. I had a great relationship with my folks and brother and sister. Things were just really good for me.

My parents, though very busy with their various businesses and charity work, were quite loving; they cared for us kids and gave us the best of everything without too much hassle. They had a great philosophy about raising children: "You are going to have fights with your children – that's a given. So pick your fights carefully. Don't make big problems and cause big fights over trivial matters."

I remember my sister once wanted to shave her head. She was in high school at the time and one of her girlfriends had done it and got thrown out of her house. When she told my parents that she was going to do it, they just nodded and said fine. If that's what she really wanted, then it was okay with them. Of course, she was only saying it to bait them – she had absolutely no intention of cutting off all her hair. But the folks didn't rise to the bait, and a big scene with the predictable bloody aftermath was averted. They were very understanding for parents and never said "No!" without a discussion or an explanation. My friends could never understand why I didn't hate my parents.

So here I was slogging along and looking in the store windows. I dropped a couple of bucks in the red kettle in front of Saks; and then I saw him for the first time. He was huddled in a really grungy looking parka that was at least three sizes too big for him; it hung almost to his ankles. He had his mitten-covered hands cupped in front of him and was obviously begging for money. He was making eye contact with all the people who passed him and he spoke something to them, but I couldn't hear what he said.

Just then a security guard from the store stepped out and pushed him away from his spot near the entrance. He didn't put up any resistance or argument. I guess this had happened before. I pulled a couple of dollars out of my pocket and began walking towards him. When he saw me approaching, he picked up his pace. I called out to him. "Hey, hold up kid. I've got some money for you."

He stopped, turned and walked toward me. "Thanks a lot, mistah," he replied courteously. "I 'preciate it. Thanks again."

He seemed like a nice enough kid. I was barely able to see his face because of the parka hood. I could see that he was black and sort of on the cute side. Since I had plenty of time and didn't need to be back at the hotel for a couple of hours I asked if he would like to go some place warm and grab some dinner. I also wanted some company. After a little coaxing he agreed.

We walked a few blocks to a coffee shop and were shown to a booth near the rear of the place. He took off his mittens and that terribly oversized parka and sat down; I sat opposite him. He had both his hands on his lap. I handed him a menu and he looked at it.

"By the way, my name's Cory," I said.

"Hi Cory, I'm Huw."

"Huw? That's a very nice name."

"Yeah, but it's spelt H-U-W. Somebody says that it's a English way of writin' it."

I smiled at him and glanced at the menu. Now that I was able to see his face I could see that he was really rather cute. He wore a couple of Band-Aids on his face and I noticed some bad scratches near his ears. His skin was quite dark; he had big dark eyes, very long lashes, small ears, very full and sensuous lips and really crooked teeth. His hair was cut very short, almost a shave job, and I could see numerous cuts and scars on his scalp. The whites of his eyes were quite red.

"So what'll it be Huw? Order anything you want, okay?" He nodded and thanked me.

After the waiter took our order Huw and I just sat there looking at each other. We both seemed to be embarrassed to say anything. We would occasionally smiled and that was about it. I just didn't know how to start a conversation with a kid I had just met freezing on the streets of Chicago. I finally decided to begin thing off. "How old are you Huw?"

"I'm ten. Was ten coupla month ago. How ol're you?"

"I'm seventeen. Do you live here in Chicago?"

He shook his head but didn't say anything else. The waiter came with the first course of our food – actually, of Huw's food. I didn't order much because I would be going out with the folks in a couple of hours. He set the food in front of us and Huw picked up his fork and began to eat his salad. He was left handed, as I was. I thought it was great – two southpaws. I sipped my coffee.

"I see your are also left handed like I am," I said as I smiled to Huw.

He looked up quickly and glared at me. "Not my doin' man!" he said rather emphatically. I gave him a quizzical look as he slowly lifted his right hand from his lap. I was really shocked. His hand was terribly mutilated; I mean it was really crippled! He was missing all the fingers on the hand except for the thumb. There was a lot of scarring all around and it was rather repulsive looking. The fingers had been amputated right at the base – there were no stumps even. It was just a scarred up palm with a thumb rather than a hand.

"I'm sorry, Huw," I said a bit sheepishly.

"Nothin' t'be sorry 'bout, Cory. Ya didn't do it. This is the way I am, man. Nothin' I can do 'bout it now. Nothin' ya can do 'bout it neither."

I just gave him a little "I'm sorry" smile and returned to my coffee. Huw continued to eat his food. He ate rather hungrily, shoveling the food into his mouth at a steady clip. He did have good table manners, though, and would occasionally look up at me and give me a little smile. Huw kept his mutilated right hand on his lap throughout the meal except when dessert came. He had ordered ice cream and needed to hold the dish from sliding on the table.

"If you don't mind me asking Huw, how did that happen to you – you know, losing your fingers and all like that?"

"I don't mine y'askin', man. My daddy done it."

I was flabbergasted. "Your f-f-father did that to you?"

"Yup. He cut 'em off one at a time when I was bad."

This was just unbelievable! I really could not believe what Huw was telling me. What kind of person would deliberately mutilate a small child's hand because his misbehaved? "When did this happen? I mean, when did he do that to you?"

"Yea, I know whatcha mean. Le' see. Well, I loss my pinky when I was five. I loss my ring finger when I was six an' the nex' two when I was eight."

This was totally incomprehensible to me! This man, his father, deliberately amputated his own child's fingers over the course of a number of years? And nobody said anything? Nobody noticed? Nobody cared? "Huw, I want to believe what you're telling me, but somehow it's very hard for me to believe that your own father would cut off your fingers."

"It's okay, man; ya don't havta believe me. I know it's hard. A… er… rich guy like you… you don't know wha' goes on with the likes of me 'n my kind." He continued to finish his dessert. We didn't say anything else about his hand. In fact we finished the meal in complete silence. I paid the check and we walked outside into the bracing cold of a Chicago winter.

After we walked a block or two, I turned to Huw. "Do you have somewhere to go now?"

"Uh… yeah, I'm gonna crash fo' the night at my… uh… friend Leo's place. Thanks for everythin', Cory. You've been very nice t'me." He put out his left hand in order to shake hands with me; I extended my left and we shook.

"How far is Leo's place?"

"Uh… not far. Jus' 'bout four… or five… er… block."

"Okay, Huw, it was nice meeting you speaking to you… and good luck."

He just gave me a small smile as I started to walk away. Huw just stood on the spot where we had just spoken and didn't move. I headed back towards North Michigan. I looked back quickly and saw Huw still standing there. I continued my trek. The snow and slush on the sidewalks were beginning to freeze up. I turned around to look at Huw one more time and he wasn't there. It was like he'd vanished into thin air.

I turned north and slogged my way to the hotel. I just could not get Huw out of my mind. A ten-year-old black boy with the fingers of his right hand cut off trying to make his way in Chicago. I wondered where he came from and why nothing had been done when he started losing his fingers. Surely someone must have noticed – teachers, friends… And what about his mother or other family?

As I neared the hotel I thought I saw someone standing in the shadows of an alley near an office building. It sure as hell looked like Huw because the coat he was wearing was all the way down to his ankles. As I approached the figure disappeared; I sure as hell not walking into that alley – it was too dark. I went directly into the hotel and took the private elevator up to our suite.

I shaved and showered and lay down on the bed waiting for my parent to come back before I dressed; I figured I had about forty-five minutes. I was naked on the bed. I kept thinking about Huw and how I would really like to get him into bed with me. He wasn't that gorgeous but he was cute enough. The thought of Huw in my bed kept going around and around my brain. I thought of slowly undressing him, playing with his smooth little boy chest and nipples, licking his ears and his throat. Then moving further down and licking his smooth mound and playing with his boy cock, his delicate cute balls and his hot little ass. The picture of him playing with my cock and rubbing that mutilated hand of his all over my dick and mauling my balls with just that palm and thumb of his hand got me tremendously aroused. Before I knew it I was furiously jackin' myself. I worked harder and harder and felt myself getting pretty close… very, very close to coming… yes, yes this was going to be it… and suddenly the telephone started ringing.

I quickly stopped jacking, grabbed the phone and deflated quite rapidly. It was the desk manager calling. "Sir, there is a young… black person here in the lobby and he says that he knows you and that he would like to be allowed entrance to your suite."

"What's his name?" I asked.

I heard him cover the receiver. "He says that it is Huw, sir, spelled H-U-W. And he has also requested that I inform you, sir, that there are many good young gentlemen's departments in Saks."

"Yeah, it's all right. Send him up. Please tell him to knock on door number three of the suite."

"Very good, sir."

What the hell was Huw doing here? And how did he find me? I'll bet he was really following me all the time and that it was him I saw in the alley. The little sneak!

Huw was sitting on my bed wearing an oversized tee shirt of mine. He had showered and I had given all of his clothes to Melinda to have them laundered. He had brought along a rather large backpack crammed with all kinds of stuff; any clothes I found in there were sent off to be washed.

I was able to catch a quick view of Huw's equipment while he was taking off his clothes to shower. He seemed to have a generous size dick and nice ball sac for a kid of ten. I knew instantly that I wanted to be on much more friendly and personal terms with them.

I dressed for dinner while Huw was showering. The folks would be back in the suite in about fifteen minutes. How was I going to explain Huw? I didn't even have the slightest idea of what the hell he was doing here! He just looked so miserable and forlorn standing at that doorway when I opened it that I had to ask him in. Maybe my fantasies while jackin' off had something to do with it. I don't know for sure.

"We're going out to dinner, Huw. You can stay here in this room and do whatever you want – read, watch TV, eat… whatever. Okay?"

"Yeah, that's fine wi'me, Cory. Where's the food kept?"

"Come with me and I'll show you."

We walked out into the main sitting room of the suite and Huw just froze in his tracks. "Jeez," he said quietly. "This is jus' incredible."

"It is, isn't it? I'll bet you've never seen anything like this before?" He just shook his head slowly. "And you thought the lobby and elevator were fabulous," I said laughing.

We went into the kitchen area and I showed him where the food was kept. He smiled up at me after he peered into the refrigerator. Just then I heard the door to the suite open and I knew my parents were back. I walked out into the sitting room and Huw followed me. I noticed that he kept his right hand behind his back all the time. Poor kid. Must really be embarrassed about it.

"Ready for dinner, Cory? We will be meeting the… " My mother stopped in mid-sentence as she suddenly noticed Huw. "Who is this young man Cory?" she asked as she and my father both notice Huw.

"Mom, dad, this is Huw. Huw, these are my parents… "

Before I could continue Huw extended his left hand to my mother. "Please to meet you, ma'm," Huw said in a very mellifluous voice. Mom seemed more than a little bewildered, but I nodded at her and she extended her left hand and they shook. Huw then walked over to my father. "Good evening, sir. It's very nice to meet you." My father shook Huw's hand and gave him a big smile that the boy eagerly returned.

"Huw, we're going out to dinner now and we should be back in about three hours. Is that okay with you?" I asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine wi'that. I'll jus' watch some TV in your room."

"Cory, where the hell did he come from?" my mom asked as we went down in the elevator.

"I saw him begging in front of Saks and took him for some dinner and then he later showed up here. That's all. Really!"

"He seems like a nice enough kid, Cory, but to leave him in the suite? Alone? I don't know," she added.

"All the doors are guarded, mom. And he's been told not to leave. Besides, he's got no clothes. I think he can be trusted."

"And what was that business of shaking with his left hand, Cory?" my dad asked. "That was a little strange, wasn't it?"

"No, dad. Huw's right hand has been terribly mutilated. He doesn't offer it; he keeps it behind his back, if you'd noticed. I think he's terribly embarrassed by it."

Dinner was very pleasant and the food was excellent. There were six of us, the other three being a business associate of my father's, his wife and teenage daughter. The daughter, Julie, was my age and we talked easily and pleasantly but I was very anxious to return to the hotel and see how Huw was doing.

When I opened the door to my room I saw that only one small light was on. Huw was asleep under the covers. He was all the way to one side of that king size bed and I had difficulty seeing him because he had the blankets almost covering his head. I was very happy that he had decided to sleep in my bed instead of the sofa bed that was also in the room.

I undressed and crawled into bed au natural. That's the way I usually slept. After the day I had, I fell asleep very quickly.

I figured it was about 3 AM when I woke up. Something had disturbed my sleep. The room was completely dark except for some light coming from the sitting room and seeping under the door. I sat up in bed and could barely make out a small figure seated near the window. He was moaning in a low tone of voice and rocking back and forth rhythmically. For a second or two I didn't know who it was and it frightened me. Then I remembered through my sleepy hazy brain that it had to be Huw. I turned on the light by the side of the bed. Huw immediately stopped keening and looking at me with a very surprised look on his face. I noticed he was rubbing his crippled right hand with his left one in a very agitated manner. "What's up Huw?" I asked very gently.

"I don't feel so good, Cory."

"Are you sick? Should I get a doctor?"

"No… no it's not that. I feel fine but I also feel terrible 'cause I had a lotta bad dreams and I'm scared. And my hand here is hurtin' somethin' awful."

So the kid was having nightmares. Not surprising. I wondered if the pain in his hand was real or imagined. Still speaking gently I asked, "You wanna come back to bed and you can tell me what scared you?"

He nodded his head. "Yeah, okay, I s'ppose." Huw stood up and slowly walked to my side of the bed and sat down on the pillows near the headboard. He was still furiously rubbing his hand. I put out my hand and he put his left hand into mine. I gave it a gentle squeeze. He gave me a small smile in return. "Thanks for talkin' t'me, Cory. I know I'm not… you know… I'm not the kinda guy who likes t'talk much, but I think… I think I needs it now. I really needs t'talk to someone."

"I'm here for you and you can tell me anything at all that's bothering you. Okay?"

He nodded his head very slightly. "Yeah, Cory." He moved his mutilated right hand so that I could clearly see it. "My daddy done this t'me 'cause I did sex with… with boys and men."

This was quite a revelation, and I knew that it took a tremendous amount of courage for Huw to say it. "I understand, Huw."

"No ya don't, Cory," he said gently but insistently. "Afta he caught me the firs' time with a boy he cut off my pinky. He took a axe and chopped it right off at the bottom. He sayed he'd cut off 'nother finger if he ever caught me agin. 'bout a year later when he caught me lettin' a teen boy fuck me, he cut off my nex' finger. He tol' me that he would keep doin' it until I stopped doin' it… but I never could. All I wanted t'do was let boys and men fuck me and let them suck my dick and let me suck their dicks and to squirt their juice in my mout'. I love doin' it – I love doin' it a lot!"

I nodded to him and took his right hand into both of mine. I got an immediate thrill when I gently rubbed that hand. I didn't know what was happening to me, but I felt wonderful. I immediately felt my cock getting hard as I continued to gently rub Huw's almost useless hand. He seemed to like it lot, too.

"That feel so good, Cory. Really good. I like ya a lot." He looked me right in the eyes. "I like ya a lot, Cory." He gave me a nice smile and I smiled back at him. "Anyway, after he cut off two more finger on my poor hand, I runned away. I been on m'own for two year now. Livin' on m'own. All alone."

"Where're you from, Huw."

"Tennessee, in the moun'ins." He paused and gave his best sad puppy dog look. "Ya don't hate me 'cause of what I tol' ya, do ya Cory?"

"Of course not Huw. Why should I hate you?"

He spoke very slowly and in a very low voice. "'Cause I likes men and I likes boys and… and I let 'em fuck me and… " I sat up completely and put my arms around him, giving him a big hug and holding him tightly. He threw his arms around me, hugging me back. "Thanks, Cory. Thanks so very, very much."

I could feel him starting to sob lightly. But still he clung to me. I moved to the center of the bed still holding onto Huw and bringing him into bed with me. I stretched out on my back and Huw stretched out next to me with his head on my chest. I continued to hold him and rub his back. He put his right hand on my chest and I put my left hand on it and rubbed that crippled hand soothingly and gently. He put his soft warm legs over mine.

"My hand don't hurt no more, Cory. It's feel good now."

"I'm glad to hear that, Huw. Very glad. If I can do anything to help you feel better, just let me know. Okay?"

"Yea, I'll let ya know."

It felt so wonderful having this child in bed with me. I felt so loving and loved and so helpful as I comforted him. I also found myself getting extremely aroused. My breathing was coming faster and I felt my cock straining against the blankets. I felt Huw's genital pressing into me and they felt so incredibly fabulous. I found myself thinking of what would be coming next. I thought about Huw getting ready to make love to me – that he would make love to my body as he had said he'd done to countless men and boys before. Instead I noticed that his breathing had become very slow and regular – he'd fallen fast asleep.

Chapter 2

I looked at the clock on the mantle; was 8:40. I knew the folks had probably left for their series of morning meetings and that I would have to find things to do for the day. I also knew that one of the things I wanted to do today was sleeping right next to me. I had never been with a prepubescent boy before. Well, that's not completely true. When I was a prepubescent boy I had been with other young boys, but that doesn't count.

Huw started to stir and I felt his right hand, his badly mutilated hand, begin to rub my chest. I was just about completely hairless and the feel of his hand on my smooth, dry chest drove me to an immediate erection. I knew that he felt it because he poked his head out from under the covers and smiled at me.

"That's a nice one you got, Cory. It feel like a real big beauty." Then I realized that Huw was rubbing my erect cock with his crippled right hand and it drove me absolutely apeshit. I started to shudder and thrash around. "Takes it easy, Cory," Huw whispered as he moved his body up along mine. He had his mouth right near my ear. "Takes it easy. We got time, right?"

"Yeah! Yeah!" I panted. He had removed his hand from my cock and I began to calm down a bit – but just the slightest bit. Huw was really getting me hot, hot, hot! This kid was an erection trigger for me!

"When was the las' time ya cummed?" Huw asked while I was trying to calm down.

"Uh… I think it was four or five days ago, Huw. Why?'

"'Cause if'n I give you a quick blowjob, then you'll be able to handle things better'n then I'll be able to work on ya all the way. Unnerstan?"

"Yeah, I think so, Huw."

Huw dove back under the blankets and began to work on my cock and balls. The feel of his maimed hand on my equipment drove me fucking crazy. I could not explain what was happening to me then and I can't explain it now. All I know is that Huw's manipulation of my cock and balls with his mutilated hand had me on the very edge.

Huw then stuck out his hot tongue and began to slurp on the head of my cock. He was drinking in all he precum I was pumping out. He shoved his tongue into the slit and put his luscious soft lips all around the ridge. He started sucking and putting plenty of pressure on that dick. He moved the pitiful remains of his hand slowly and surely up and down the shaft of my cock and I was absolutely ready to come. I thought my fucking dick was going to disintegrate!

"Oh, shit, Huw!" I moaned rather loudly. "I gonna come! I'm gonna come…" And shit! Did I come! I really came! God! Did I ever come! I was pumping out a really big load – and pumping – and pumping – and pumping. Shit! I was forcing it out at a tremendous rate (well, tremendous for me) and Huw was taking it all very easily. I felt him swallow a few times and still he was sucking and sucking on my cock and moving his right hand all over my balls. I felt him squeeze my balls with his thumb against that crippled palm and I was just phenomenally excited.

After Huw completely drained me, he lifted his head and gave me an incredibly big smile. I smiled back at him and held my arms open. He crawled up into my arms and I hugged him tightly. He kissed me lightly and then a little bit harder and then harder still, until we were tongue wrestling and both getting very excited again. I suddenly dawned on me that I had not even seen Huw's boy equipment yet and I really longed to make my friendly acquaintance with his cock and balls.

I could not get over the scope of the orgasm I just had. I was still feeling the wonderful aftereffects all over my body. In addition, I could not get over the feelings I had for Huw.

I rolled Huw off of me and onto his back. He looked so incredibly cute and wanting laying there with his head on the pillow. We were still under the cover and I felt so warm and cozy and had the wonderful feeling that used to come over me as a little kid when I was in bed after waking up in the morning – a feeling of being wanted and being needed that all was right with everything in my life. Everything was great and was only going to get better. I had that same feeling now that I was here in bed with my wonderful Huw.

For the first time I saw Huw's entire body and I wanted to cry. Besides losing those four fingers of his right hand, I could definitely see that poor Huw had been abused in other ways too.

"My god, Huw! What's happened to your body?" I asked. I was trying to be as calm as possible but it was not easy after seeing the mess, that absolute mess, that was Huw's body!

"Well, some's my daddy's doin's, some's my momma's doin's and some's from others," he replied in a near whisper.

"You poor baby," I said in my most soothing tone as I began to pet and stroke his body. It really was a rather beautiful body, quite muscular and well defined though very thin. I could easily see all his ribs. It was the excessive scarring, though, that drove me to hatred of those that did this to him and also profound and deep feelings for Huw and the hardships that he must've endured in his young life.

I soothingly ran my hand over some of the scars on his chest and around his nipples. The scarring was particularly severe around his cute little baby-like nipples. When I looked closely I saw that actually part of nipples had been removed. What the fuck was this? What's happened to this kid? And why?

"HUW? What happened to your nipples? There's some terrible scarring all around 'em?"

He just looked at me with terror written all over his face. He started tearing up and I quickly grasped him with both arms and held him close to my chest. "Okay, sweetie, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to. Sh-h-h-h-h. Everything's gonna be all right."

He began to cry rather hard and I continued to rock him and tried to soothe him. "Huw must have a lot of severe problems bottled up inside," I thought. "He must be a walking advertisement of abuse and punishment and hatred."

"C'mon, Huw," I said in a jokey manner, "I haven't even seen your dick yet and you've seen and sucked mine. We have to be fair about this, don't we?"

He picked his head up off my chest and looked at me. "Okay, but can we just cuddle firs' for a while?"

I lay down and held him as he cuddled close to me. He maneuvered his body so that he could get the maximum contact with my body and just pushed himself totally against me. He was so warm and lovable and he held me tightly; I soothingly stroked his back – at least I hoped it was soothing to him.

He spoke very softly. "My momma tried t'cut off my nipples. She said they was the devil's tools. But then I started to bleed so bad tha'they had to rush me t'hospital and they had to put a lotta stitches in me t'stop all the blood."

Still another shocking revelation from Huw. Christ! I don't know how many more of them I could take! This kid had been through so much horror that my mind was spinning. I just continued to soothe him and he continued to hold me tightly.

He took a deep breath and spoke very slowly and deliberately. "I runned away when my daddy tell me that afta he finishes cuttin' off all my fingers for lettin' boys fuck me he goin'… he goin'… he goin' t'cut off my dick and balls. He said they was sinful."

I sat up immediately and just looked at Huw. "What?" I scream out. He was crying lightly and shaking his head from side to side. I hugged him closely and deeply to my body; he began to sob harder and gasped for breath. He was really gasping for breath something awful! He started to have real difficulty breathing. I was getting panicky! I didn't know what the hell to do! Doctor! I need to get a doctor! I reached for the phone and immediately called for the house doctor – I told them I thought Huw was having an asthma attack.

The doctor was in the suite in five minutes – nothing like having some pull, eh? She checked Huw out, but before she would give him any medication or shot she needed an adult to sign a consent form. I pulled the doctor aside and informed her that he was a street kid who I had given a night's shelter to and that there wasn't an adult around right now. My father would be happy to sign when he returned but that wouldn't be for a few hours.

She was very reluctant to do anything for Huw, but then he had another severe bout of wheezing and choking and being unable to catch his breath again, so she gave him the shot and the medication and he was almost immediately better. She told me that he would be very tired for a couple of hours and to let him sleep as much as possible and to have him eat lightly. She also mentioned to me that he seemed quite malnourished and it would be a very good idea to get him to a pediatrician for a complete checkup as soon as possible.

I thanked her and went back into my (and now also Huw's) bedroom. He was under the blankets and gave me a weak wave and smile. I sat down on the edge of the bed and stroked his forehead.

"I'm sorry, Cory. I'm sorry t'cause ya all dis trouble. I didn't think I get dis sick."

"Hey, that's no problem Huw. It's the way thing go. I'm just glad that I was able to get the doctor for you. Have you had this problem before?"

He nodded. "I usta get the attacks ever' month or so. But I haven't got one since summer. I'm so sorry, Cory, " he whined.

"Hey man, nothin' to it. It's really okay." I sat down on the edge of the bed and took his hand into mine. "Would you like to eat something or get some sleep now?"

"Sleep," he replied. I dressed quickly, covered him up with the warm blankets, kissed his forehead, closed the lights and went into dining room. Melinda brought me some breakfast but I wasn't very hungry.

"Is the little boy all right?" she asked.

"Yes, I think he's going to be fine, Melinda." I picked at my food.

Obviously my sexual episode with Huw had been indefinitely postponed. I was at loose ends – not knowing what to do with all this spare time. I didn't want to leave him alone in the hotel suite and I didn't want to stay in the suite all day either. What was I going to do with my time before I met Huw? I grabbed a copy of the Chicago Tribune to see what movies were playing in town or what else there was to do.

I went out and caught a cab to The Loop. This is the old business center of Chicago and contains some of the greatest examples of the beginnings of modern American architecture. After the Great Fire most of the city had to be rebuilt and the best architects in the country went to Chicago and set up shop. And what masterpieces they turned out! I roamed around with my architectural guidebook, walking into some of the building lobbies and just generally looking. I went to State Street and went into the Carson, Pirie, Scott department store, designed by the great Louis Sullivan, the father of modern American architecture and the teacher of Frank Lloyd Wright. It is a magnificent building and one of the early steel structured buildings in America. If you're ever in Chicago, you owe it to yourself to see this magnificent monument to American ingenuity. By the way, Sullivan designed the famous Wainwright Building in St. Louis (my home town) that is considered the first steel skeleton building in the US.

I had lunch at Shaw's Crab House, one of my favorite places to eat in the city, and then meandered my way back to the hotel. I sat in the living room and turned on the TV, just channel surfing, when the door of my/Huw's bedroom opened and Huw slowly walked into the living room. He was wearing an oversized bathrobe and looked so incredibly adorable.

"Hi, Huw. Are you feeling any better?"

He nodded and gave me a little smile. "I'm feelin' alone in the bed." He said this rather seductively and he struck a rather cute little boy pose with one finger of his left hand in his mouth. "Could ya help me, Cory?" I stood up and he put his right hand into my hand while continuing to suck one finger of his left hand. We walked hand in hand into the bedroom.

I locked the door, undressed and got into bed with Huw. He cuddled closely up to me and continued to suck on his finger. "Can ya rub my bad han', Cory?" he asked very gently and in an almost baby-like voice. "It always gets t'hurt a awful lot when I'm feelin' bad." I took his poor mutilated right hand into my hands and began to rub it soothingly. Again it had the same effect on me as it had previously – I became incredibly aroused. Huw was becoming aroused also because I could feel his dick against the side of my abdomen.

"Ya don't min' rubbin' my cripple han', do ya Cory?" he asking in very plaintive tones. "A lotta peoples don't even wanna see't."

"Oh no, Huw," I answered. "In fact I really… I really do love rubbing your hand. It makes me feel warm and loving, and it makes me know that you have accepted me and know that you care for me a great deal. Just as I care for you, sweetheart."

"Oh, Cory," he said in a whisper. "I do care for you a lot." He snuggled closer, if that was possible. I turned on my side and we were chests to chest. I was still holding his right hand and I also began stroking his back with my other hand. I kissed his forehead and then worked my way down to his warm nose and finally his lips. His lips were quite badly chapped and cracked in places but I kissed them tenderly anyway. He pushed hard against me and moaned slightly. "Oh, Cory!" he said after we broke the kiss. "You're the first guy to kiss me like that in sucha very long time. It's… it's so lovin' and warm and I really… really feel good 'bout you… and me."

"Thanks, Huw. But I like you very, very much and I wanted you to know how, you know, how I feel about you."

He gave me a wonderful big smile and I held him close again. I continued to stroke his back and kissed him again. He slowly forced his tongue into my mouth and we kissed intimately and long. When we broke the kiss I began kissing and licking down his neck and throat until I reached his little scarred nipples.

"I don't got no feelin' in my nipple anymore Cory," he said in a choked voice.

"That's okay, Huw. I want to lick 'em anyway. I want to lick you all over to show you how much I want you and how much you mean to me." He hugged me tightly when I said this. This was one amazingly loving kid.

I worked down his chest to his navel. Huw looked nicely developed – he was going to be a strong kid when me matured. However, he did have all those scars on his body and I felt so sorry for him. It must have been so painful when he was younger, and painful now whenever he looked at his body.

I moved the blanket and took a close look at his package for the first time. It was so beautiful it brought some tears to my eyes. His black cock and ball were really gorgeous. They looked almost like a deep black and purple. I glanced up and smiled at him and he gave me a big smile back.

"You've got a really great package there, Huw. I love it!"

"Do ya really, Cory?"

"Absolutely! You've got a really nice big dick and large balls for a kid who's only ten; and they're so truly beautiful." He smiled at me again.

"I'm glad ya like 'em so much. I runned away 'cause my daddy wanted t'cut 'em off, like I tol' ya. I think when he saw how big I was gettin' when I was only eight he got, you know, very upset."

"I'm glad you ran away. It would have been a tragedy to lose these beauties."

I put my hand over his rather large boy dick and rubbed it slightly. Huw was uncircumcised and had a wonderful four-inch [10 cm] penis; it was quite thick for such a young kid. His cock was darker than his skin, which was pretty dark to begin with. He ball sac was large and it actually dangled. It too was very dark and there was very little wrinkling on the scrotal skin. His balls looked to be the size of large lima beans.

The picture that he presented was one of total deliciousness. He was absolutely lovable and scrumptious. I knew I want this boy in every possible way. I also think he wanted me to want him in every way.

"I want to make love to your whole body, Huw. You are the most luscious thing I've ever seen."

"Ya don't min' this?" he asked as he help up his mutilated right hand.

"Absolutely not. As I told you before, I like everything about you – your face, your body and legs and arms and your terrifically gorgeous package." I tickled his balls and he giggled. "I also love your hand even though it is so.well, you know, so disfigured." With this said I took his hand and kissed all over. I ran my tongue over the scars where his fingers should have been. It was a slightly rough feeling but I loved it.I loved the feel of it on my tongue and having most of it in my mouth made me extremely aroused and hard. I was leaking plenty of precum all over the bed.

I continued rubbing his deformed hand as I bent over. I gently rolled the foreskin back from the head of his wonderful boy cock. It was an extremely dark purple in color and I just loved it – absolutely adore it – it was positively perfect! His piss slit was rather large and was yawning opened. The head was just perfectly shaped and so intensely inviting.

I knew I wanted – and need – all of Huw. I kissed the head of his wonderful dick. I left my lips there and ran my tongue into the slit – it could feel it pulsing lightly on the surface of my tongue. This kid tasted as wonderfully as he looked. He was panting slightly at all my attention to him. He seemed to love it almost as much as I loved it. I began to slip my lips down the shaft and traced my tongue around the very sensitive ridge of his cock head. Huw definitely liked what I was doing because began rubbing his crippled hand all over my neck and head and back and sides.

I slowly began to lower my mouth onto Huw's gorgeous cock shaft. All the while I kept moving my tongue back and forth on the underside of his cock. He began to squirm, moving his hips and butt into the air, forcing his dick deeper into my mouth. It felt so wonderful and exciting in my mouth. It was so unbelievably large for such a young boy's dick; it almost filled my entire mouth. I loved the feel of it on my tongue… the incredible heat from it… the way it continuously pulsated… and the heavenly, heavenly taste of this wonderful boy.

I was absolutely the best I could ever remember having; I totally thrilled with Huw. I started working harder on his scrumptious dick. I applied more and more suction and Huw was getting more and more animated. I brought one of my hands up to his hanging nuts and began to softly roll them around in my fingers and palm. They felt so nicely large and were so deliciously warm and so delicately smooth and so soothing to manipulate. This kid was going to be an absolute stud in the package department when he was fully matured. Except for his body mutilations, he could develop into one amazing hunk.

Huw was moaning loudly and breathing quite hard. He suddenly moved his mangled hand right to my balls. I hadn't expected this and it was quite a shock for me – I let out a large moan that vibrated on Huw's big dick in my mouth. The feeling of that hand playing with my smooth sac just drove me crazy. He also began to stroke my cock with that stumpy hand and I suddenly realized how hard I was and how close to coming I was. It felt glorious – as I pictured in my mind his crippled hand making love to me, my whole body started trembling uncontrollably.

I continued to handle his balls more and more roughly. I could also feel the fabulous sensation of Huw's scarred and rough hand working on my cock and balls. All of a sudden I felt Huw's balls starting to get tight against the base of his cock. Simultaneously, I felt his cock getting thicker and thicker in my mouth and against my tongue. It was really filling me up. I was going absolutely wild.

Huw was getting very, very close and so was I! We were going to come together! This was so marvelous! We were having sex together for the first time and we were going to come together. So fucking marvelous! We were coming… coming… coming… together! We were absolutely coming as one!

And we did! And it was… was… was fucking… fucking… marvelous!

Chapter 3

I had real trouble letting go of Huw's wonderful, wonderful cock. It was so large for such a young boy and it was still immature and I knew that Huw could keep coming again and again. He was a marvelous partner. When I finally let that black beauty slip from my mouth, I was exhausted. I fell forward right onto Huw's chest; he wrapped his arms tightly around me and squeezed me for all he was worth.

I lifted my head and looked into his eyes. They were so beautiful and definitely less tired looking and red than they had been last night.

"That was wunnerful, Cory. Really wunnerful!"

"I have the very same opinion, Huw my love. The very same opinion. It was absolutely wonderful!" I kissed him lightly on the lips and he hugged me and clutched me very strongly. I heard a few sniffles as I held him. I didn't know why Huw would be crying unless maybe he was very happy. I know I was. I held him and rocked him and soothed him for quite a few minutes.

When I finally leaned back I asked Huw if he'd like to take a shower with me and then do some shopping for some new clothing for him. He responded enthusiastically and we both took a good long shower together. I thought we'd reserve the Jacuzzi for tonight. I washed Huw thoroughly and he did the same for me. It was a lot of fun – just two guys foolin' around and having fun in the shower. I particularly enjoyed washing Huw's wonderful package and also sneaking one of my fingers up his hot little chute. He seemed to love it, which gave me some ideas for tonight's recreation. He caressed my cock and balls so lovingly and so carefully that it was heaven all over again.

It was already four o'clock by the time we dried each other (lots more fun and games), dressed each other (still more games) and walked out of the hotel. Huw's clothes looked decent all cleaned up, but he still seemed ridiculous in that enormous parka.

We grabbed a cab and headed to Marshall Field's, that great old department store on State Street. I hadn't been in it in years and it looked great. They had really fixed the old place up great and with the Christmas decorations and stuff it looked like a real wonderland. We went up to the boy's and young men's departments and started shopping like mad. I thought Huw was going to collapse from all the trips he had to make to the fitting rooms. I had him try on everything – dress shirts, slacks, shorts, tee shirts, jeans, tank tops, coats, jackets, shoes, caps, boots, sneakers – you name it, Huw tried it on! It was a thrill seeing him looking so handsome in those clothes; I thought he was a very good-looking kid. It made me feel so very good knowing that I was helping him. We also bought lots of underwear and socks; Huw did not have to model them for me – he could do that later back at the hotel.

It took two sale people to help us carry all the stuff to a taxi and then at the hotel we needed a bellman with a big rolling cart to get the stuff to our room. We both collapsed on the bed in a fit of the giggles when we saw how much we had bought. Of course, I hadn't forgotten myself during the big shopping expedition. I also treated myself to some new stuff.

Melinda knocked on the door to our room and told us that my parents wanted us to be dressed and ready for dinner by eight o'clock. Huw was expected to join us. We quickly started going through all the stuff we had bought to get an outfit together suitable for going to a restaurant with the folks.

That night we went to an Italian place and it was terrific. It wasn't one of those posh places but a family place with huge portions of great food served on enormous platter as we all sat around a big table and ate and drank. The couple we were with had brought along their two children – it was really family night. The girl was fourteen and the boy was twelve. Huw got along great with them and he was very sociable. I thought I was going to die, though, when the woman, Amanda I think her name was, asked Huw what happened to his hand. Huw, the great kid that he is, took it all in his stride and told her he had lost his fingers in a farm machinery accident when he was five years old. That was the last thing mentioned about his hand for the night.

What really surprised me, though, was how knowledgeable Huw was about certain topics that came up for discussion at the table. He talked about space flight and movies and even the problem of gun control. He was just amazing and my father gave me a quizzical look; I just shrugged my shoulders. He got along great with the two Robertson kids and they laughed and joked together, especially the boy, whose name was Lyle. All together it was a hugely successful evening.

When we got back to the suite my dad asked to talk to me in the library for a few minutes. I told Huw to get undressed and into bed and I went to speak to my father.

"Your little friend put on quite an impressive show tonight, Cory. What did you say to him?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "I didn't say anything. Huw and I never spoke about major news topics or events. We had other things to talk about and do, you see."

"Yes, I see." He paused then sat down opposite me. He spoke in a soft and calm voice. "What are you going to do with him when we leave, Cory? Have you thought about it? Because I have to tell you that he seems to be very… uh… shall I say, very close to you."

I shook my head. "I know what you mean. No, sir, I haven't thought about that much. The thought did cross my mind once or twice but… er… other things interfered."

"You should try to give it plenty of thought, Cory. He seems to be a very nice kid and I think there are things we can do for him. He could actually be quite adoptable despite his obvious physical problem. You know that I have wide contacts in this area and I'm sure something very satisfactory could be done for him. So give it some deep thought."

"Thanks dad, I appreciate that."

My dad hesitated a moment before speaking again. "Cory, how did Huw lose his fingers?"

I looked right at him. I knew I did not want to tell him the horrible details and I didn't want to lie. "As he said at dinner, it was an accident when he was five years old."

"I see." He paused again. "Cory, are you very fond of him?"

I nodded. He stood up, walked over to me and we embraced. He whispered in my ear, "He's really not all that cute."

"I know you believe that," I said, "but while he may not be all that cute to everyone he is very, very beautiful to me, dad." I thanked him for everything and went back to our room.

Huw had gotten undressed and was in bed under the covers with the television on and the remote control in his hand. He gave me a really sexy smile and I blew him a kiss. I undressed and went into the bathroom to brush my teeth and do the usual stuff. I got into bed with Huw and he turned off the TV and snuggled close to me.

"Cory, I been thinkin'. How long ya gonna be here in Chicago?"

"We'll be here until Friday morning. I know what you're thing, Huw."

"Yeah. Where'll I go… uh… what's gonna happen t'me when you an' your folks leave?"

I let out a long sigh. "I don't know, Huw; I really don't know." He nodded his head and then shrugged. "Will you have to be going out on the streets again?"

"Suppose so, Cory," he replied very quietly. "But I don't know what I'm gonna do with all the clothes you bought for me." We both laughed.

"Is there anything we can do for you before we go? Is there any place you'd like to go or stay in the city?" He shrugged again. "You do know that if the cops or others pick you up you can be sent to a state home, don't you?"

"Yeah, I know, 'cause one of the boys got pick up last week and we ain't seen him at all since."

I faced him and wrapped my hands around him and hugged his closely. "Huw, I don't want that to happen to you. It would kill me if that happened to you knowing all the problems – well, some of the problems anyway – that you've had in your life. When we leave I want to know that you'll be safe and in a good place where you'll be properly taken care of." I looked at him and kissed him softly on the lips.

He started to sob softly. "I unnerstan, Cory. But what can you do? You're only a kid like me?"

"Well, as you may or may not know, my father is a very powerful business man, and he has lots of contacts in the business world and.well, let's just say he has lotsa pull in lotsa things. I'm sure he can do something for us – for you. Would that be okay with you if I asked him?"

"Yeah, that'd be wunnerful. It'd be great, if he can do it. Can he Cory?"

"Yes, I'm sure he can. I'll speak to him." I picked up the phone and used the intercom to ring the phone in my parent's bedroom. When my father answered I asked him to begin any making inquiries about placing Huw in a stable and loving home.

He snuggled into me again with his face in my neck. It was a little wet, but I didn't mind it at all. He put his crippled little hand over my chest and I knew my cock was at full staff instantly. Huw's mutilated hand did it to me every time – every fuckin' time! I kissed him on his neck and shoulders and then on his lips. He pushed his tongue into my mouth and it was snaking everywhere. I just completely relented – I was totally and completely his. He could do whatever he wanted to me and he knew it. My body was at his disposal – and I loved every blessed fucking second of it.

Huw began rubbing that beautiful crippled hand of his over my nipples very, very, lightly. First one, then the other. Oh, god! What an incredible feeling it was. "Oh, god, Huw, this is magnificent! You are so gentle and the feel of your hand is so fabulous!"

He whispered softly in my ear. "I'm real, real glad you like… like, you know, my hand, Cory, 'cause you'll feel plenny of it tonight."

"Oh, yes, yes, Huw. That's what I want. That's exactly what I fuckin' want!"

He kissed me again on the lips and then started to kiss down my face – over my chin, onto my neck and throat. He gently sucked on my throat and it was just heavenly. He began to lightly pinch my nipples with the thumb and palm on his crippled hand. It sent jolt after fuckin' jolt throughout my body. It was so incredibly wonderful that words cannot express or begin to fathom the feelings.

He moved his hand that had been nipping my nipples; he began to slowly move it around my chest and down my sides. He played a little with my navel – rubbing the scarred end of his palm over my 'outie' – and it was absolutely delightful.

His head lowered and he started to lick my very erect nipples. At first it was just a small lick on each nipple with his warm tongue. I began to pant. He was working on each on alternately – licking and sucking them lightly. Back and forth, back and forth – tending them so carefully and lovingly. He started to suck a little harder and then I thought I'd die! He began to move his very erotic crippled hand over my pubic mound – very softly, barely noticeable at first. It was like nothing else I had ever, ever felt!

So here is this incredibly sexy boy sucking and licking my nipples and brushing my crotch area simultaneously. It was the best feeling I ever had – and knowing that Huw was rubbing and caressing my crotch with his crippled hand made it even more exciting. But I had to tell myself over and over again that I should not get too excited yet because I knew the Huw was going to be doing more things to me – he had told me so. This was easier said than done. Just the thought of him moving that wonderful hand over my cock sent spasms through my body.

"Shh-h-h-h, Cory. Takes it easy, please," Huw whispered to me before he kissed me lightly on the lips. It was such a soft and caressing and gentle kiss that it made me even more excited instead of calming me down. Huw really had me going before he would have me coming.

He began to lick my chest working around my pecs and down to my belly button covering just about every square inch of skin. He was taking big, wide licks, letting his tongue roam all over my chest, and it was such a wonderful feeling. Huw was certainly a master at fabulous foreplay.

He suddenly stopped and looked up at me, giving me a big smile. He sat back and looked at my entire body spread out for him. He moved down to the end of the bed and picked up one of my feet up in his hands. He began rubbing my foot in both his hands and it was so relaxing. He didn't tickle me, just soothingly rubbed my foot. I was watching him closely as he began to move his head forward and stuck out his tongue and began to lick my foot. I was stunned! "What kind of stupid kid is this to lick my feet?" I thought. But suddenly it started to feel totally wonderful.

Huw licked my toes and then took my big toe into his mouth and worked his hot tongue all over it. It was just incredible – I had never felt anything like it in my life and I loved it. He was sucking on it just like he had sucked my dick earlier in the day, but the feeling was so very different. I was comforting at the same time that it was making me even hotter. He licked between my toes and sucked and licked on each toe in turn; it was amazing what Huw was doing to me.

After he finished one foot he went over to the other one and did the same thing. However this time he began to move his right hand up my leg – slowly rubbing around my ankle and then up to my calf. The feel of Huw roughened hand on my calf just drove me wild. My toes were in his warm wet mouth and my calf muscle was being rubbed and squeezed gently and steadily. It was a remarkable feeling that went all through my body. This loving young boy was here for me and making the most passionate love to me that I had ever known.

He stopped sucking on my toes then slowly and carefully repositioned himself between my widespread legs. He massaged my calves gently with each hand and lowered his beautiful head until his lips were lightly brushing my thighs. God! God! What a heavenly feeling – Huw's warm lips slowly and painstakingly brushing the light hairs and muscles of my thighs – first one then the other. It was so incredibly lustful and loving. He initiated kissing my thighs now – planting small light kisses up and down the insides of my thighs – kissing and kissing and speaking softly.

"Oh, Cory, I loves yours skin so much; it's so smooth and still so muscular and so manly and so wonderful warm." I fucking love it when my partners speak to me and tell me how much they love doing things to me. He continued to kiss my flesh and it was it made me feel so amazing – so fucking great and amazing.

Huw's small, warm, wet tongue then gently started licking up my thighs, my quite muscular but rather hairless thighs – my hot, hot thighs. He slowly licked them with the flat of his tongue, wetting them down thoroughly and making "m-m-m-m-m-m" sounds as he was doing it. I just loved it – I absolutely loved what Huw was doing to me. This was one experienced kid and he was giving the full measure of his knowledge.

He alternated between thighs as he continued to lick them – and all the while slowly and surely getting closer and closer to my crotch. He licked until he was licking the crease between the thighs and my body. He dove his little tongue into this crevice and licked along it, licking and licking and sucking my skin and getting me really, really boiling; it was just an indescribable feeling.

He moved up and buried his little nose in my sparse bush – and began drawing in deep breaths; I found this to be very arousing. He seemed to love sniffing my crotch and bush. The sound of Huw breathing in deeply and satisfyingly was a complete turn-on. And then, with his nose buried, he stuck out his tongue and started to lick my skin.

"Oh my god, Huw!" I managed to croak out. "You really know how to take care of a guy. You are the very.very best!"

Huw continued his work on me and moaned his response. He licked through all my hair, wetting me down thoroughly. Where did he get all that saliva from? I was very wet but totally satisfied by what Huw was doing. When he finally moved his tongue and lips to the base of my dick I was moving my ass all over the bed and grasping the coverings with both hands. Huw was doing a fantastic job on me one that I knew had to end in the usual manner but one that I did not want to end – ever!

He picked his head up and spoke in whispered tones. "Cory, do ya really likes what I'm doin'? Do ya like what I'm doin' to ya? I jus' gotta know if I'm doin' awright by ya. It's important t'me."

"Oh god, Huw! What I said before. I think what you're doing is absolutely marvelous. I know that you are the best partner I've ever, ever had. You are just terrific! You are an incredible boy… er… young man. I just love what you're doin'."

Huw crawled up from between my legs and squirmed on top of my body. He kissed me long and passionately. Our tongues were both hard and battling in each other's mouths. I wanted to drink everything I could get from Huw and since I could not get his cum yet I wanted every last drop of his saliva.

When we broke and we both gasping for air, Huw went down on my cock again. He started licking from the base up. When he got to the head of my dick he began to suck any pre-cum that I was putting out. While he sucked he had his little tongue dancing around and around that head. He went down a little farther and I could feel that hot rough tongue circling the ridge – around and around and around. Huw really knew how to work a cock head. God! This kid was great!

I was feeling very, very lightheaded. My mind was registering very few sensations – the feeling of Huw working on my dick, the feeling that the rest of my body was floating off somewhere, and the incredible feeling of Huw working on my dick. He gradually lowered his head taking more and more of my dick into his mouth. He started pumping up and down very slowly; each time he got back to the head he sucked extra hard and swirled his tongue around my dick head. Up and down he went.

My body was suddenly jolted and I felt Huw's mutilated right hand begin to fondle and squeeze my ball sac. Oh, GOD! Having Huw's hot little mouth jackin' my cock and his hand mauling my balls was incredible. I didn't know how much longer I could hold out. The intensity of it all was beginning to overwhelm me – fuckin' overwhelm all of my senses.

Huw was jackin' my dick at a slightly faster pace now as I felt his hand move to behind my balls and begin to rub the skin there. The roughness of his scarred hand felt magnificent on that skin – it was able to cut through all the other incredible sensations that I was experiencing. The jackin' was slowly increasing in motion and suddenly Huw's hand was by my ass. I threw my legs opened as wide as I could when I felt that wonderful, sexy hand begin to rub between my ass crack and right near my hole. I began to scream and the suction and speed increased and the thumb on his hand probed my tight ass hole. My head was banging up and down on the bed and my legs were quivering – my whole body felt like it was going to take flight – immediately!

"I'm coming, HUW!" I screamed. "I COMING NOW MAN!" And GOD! Did I come! The most fantastical, the most amazing, the most phenomenally huge come of my entire life. Huw was a god! Huw kept my dick in his suctioning mouth as I squirted and squirted and pumped and pumped and trashed about all over the bed. GOD! What a FEELING! What and gigantically stupendous FEELING! I never, never ever wanted it to end!

"Oh, Huw!" I managed to croak out. "That was the greatest ever – ever! You are the greatest!"

Huw continued to lick and suck my cock until I was pretty soft. He moved his hand away from my hole and I let out an enormous sigh. I opened my eye a crack and Huw crawled up into my waiting arms. He had this huge smile on his face; he looked very, very happy. God knows I was very, very happy! We kissed and I could taste myself on his lips and in his mouth; it was heavenly. He snuggled close to me and he pulled the blankets up around us.

"What a night," I thought to myself. "What a stupendous night. What a kid.what a marvelous kid… I don't want this… night… to end… to end… end… end…"

Chapter 4

After he finished and flushed, he looked up at me and said rather forthrightly and sexily, "I wanna have sex wit' ya tomorrow mornin'."

I quickly spit out what was in my mouth. "W-w-what?" I spluttered in reply.

"I said that I think it wou' be nice to have sex wit' ya in the mornin'. Ya got any Vaseline in here? Didja bring any condoms?" I couldn't answer. I was stunned speechless. "Wassa matta, Cory? Dontcha wanna have sex with me?" I was still in a state of shock but nodded my head very slowly. "Haven't ya ever fucked a boy before?"

I shook my head. I mumbled and spoke very slowly. "No, Huw, I have never had intercourse with anyone in my life."

"Then it'll be really fun, Cory!" he exclaimed. "It'll be lotsa fun. You're gonna love it a lot! Got Vaseline here?"

After the incredible sex session we had tonight I would've thought that sex was the last thing on Huw's mind – but obviously it wasn't. This kid was hot, hot, hot and wanting more and more sex. This kid was a sex machine and I was completely willing keep the machinery well oiled.

I finished my evening ritual and went back to bed with sexy Huw. We cuddled under the blankets and I felt as comfortable as I have even been with Huw snuggled up against me.

"What else do you have planned for us tomorrow, Huw?" I asked.

"Well, after we have lots a'good sex in the morning, I want breakfass, then we'll Jacuzzi together and then I want to go out to Oak Park and see all the Frank Lloyd Wright houses."

"You want to go to Oak Park?" I ask incredulously.

"Yeah, is there anythin' wrong wit' that?"

"No. Absolutely not! I love the house out there. Have you ever seen them?"

"Jus' a bit as I was ridin' by once. I wanna see 'em for real now."

"Great with me! You have an excellent plan, Huw my love, an excellent plan."

We snuggled under the covers, meshing our bodies together. I knew I wanted to fall asleep holding Huw's right hand and he accommodated me. I slowly rubbed it and Huw let out a small sigh of contentment. After a few minutes of rubbing and caressing that wonderful hand – needless to say I was hard again – Huw let out a little sob. I didn't say anything to him – let the kid keep his thoughts private if he wants to. It's his right. But I did notice that he snuggled even close to me and let out another long sigh. Then it was blissful sleep that overtook me.

I had the weirdest dream that night. It was summertime and I was in some kind of large amusement park – you know, like Disneyland or something. I had come into the possession of a secret weapon or device that they were developing there under the cover of being a nice family type of operation. It was the size of a AA battery, I had it in my pocket, they (that is, all the employees of the place who were dressed as various storyland characters) couldn't see it, and if I touched it to the back of one of the decorative statues that were all around the place I could fly and escape them all.

I was in one of the multitude of shops selling various stuff and I noticed I was the only customer. The employees started to surround me – they looked so cute, yet so ominous, in their Mother Goose type costumes. I escaped them and ran outside where I took the device out of my pocket and held it in my hand. Suddenly I noticed that I was carrying a baby in my arms and it was quite heavy. The face was covered with the blanket and when I pushed it away I saw that the baby was black.

The employees started surrounding me again but I had access to one of the statues. I put the device in the appropriate slot on the statue's back and stood on it. Nothing happened. They were coming closer. "Didn't anyone tell you that you cannot fly if you are holding a black child in your arms, my son?" a woman dressed as Little Bo Peep said. "Drop him! Drop him now!"

"No!" I screamed. "I won't!" I stepped down hard on the statue and the device, when suddenly the lawn sprinklers started and continued to spray everyone while the statue quickly rose into the air. I was soaring over everyone and everything still hold onto the baby – when I awoke suddenly.

I sat up, gulping for air and looked around the room. Everything was very quiet. I looked next to me and Huw was sleeping peacefully. The thumb of his right hand was in his mouth – he was sucking on it slowly and quietly.

Okay, all was well. I was very relieved. Huw was in bed with me and fast asleep and I was happy – very, very happy. I lay back; Huw snuggled up close to me and put his damp right hand over my chest. I gave it a couple of quick squeezes and fell quickly back to sleep.

When I awoke in the morning Huw was not in bed with me. I didn't hear anything coming from the bathroom and I began to get a little concerned. Just then the bedroom door opened and in walked Huw with a big smile on his face.

"Hey, you're up. Great! I was jus' so hungry I hadda eat somthin'." I smiled at him and walked into the bathroom to do some business and Huw followed me. "Are we gonna have sex this mornin' Cory?"

I gave him a big smile and he giggled back at me. "Great!" he whispered.

I got back into bed after finishing up in the bathroom. Huw took off the clothes he had put on to go into the kitchen and joined me under the covers. God, what a wonderful feeling having his warm smooth body next to mine – to hold him and comfort him and caress his skin and hair; it was absolutely thrilling. Huw was such a loving person and so much fun to be with. He seemed so fun loving and genial. Every time I was with him he managed to lift my spirits. This constantly amazed me considering what he had been through in his short life. Al least, what he had told me he had been through – the mutilations to his body, and probably his spirit and psyche.

I loved being with Huw and I hope that he loved being with me. Huw snuggled up real close to me and I held him close to my body. We stared into each other's eyes – the love that was there was tremendous and I felt it blossom as I stared into those big, dark wondrous eyes. Huw began to caress my shoulders and neck and arm with his crippled hand. I closed my eyes and moaned softly to myself as I felt my entire body come under the spell of this loving and generous child. Suddenly the telephone rang, breaking our reverie.

I grabbed it quickly. It was my father. He asked what we had planned for the day and told him (minus the sex). He said that Mrs. Michaelson would be picking us up so that Huw and I could join them for dinner at their home tonight. Since the Frank Lloyd Wright home was not terribly far from where they lived, I suggest that she pick us up there. My father agreed and said he would call back and leave a message with the final arrangements.

"Who's Mrs. Michaelson?" Huw asked.

"She's the one we had dinner with last night. Remember? She asked you what happened to your hand?"

"Oh, yeah," Huw responded unenthusiastically. "Her. But the kids were nice, weren't they?"

"Very nice. Now can we get back to what we were doing before we were interrupted? All I want to see for the next hour, or maybe more, is your beautiful black skin and you absolutely yummy various body parts."

"My skin ain't beautiful, Cory."

"Oh, yes it is! It is gorgeous! I love everything about it and also everything about you." I put my arms around Huw's body and lifted him to me. We were face to face. "Don't let anybody ever tell you any different. You are a beautiful kid." Cradling Huw's wonderfully soft, feather light body to mine made me exceedingly aroused. He moved his face to mine so slowly and so gently. We kiss a heavenly, soul-warming, passion-stirring kiss. It was so incredibly satisfying. It was almost magical. It was like and out of body experience – I no longer felt earthbound.

I moved my face until my mouth was able to lick Huw's cute little ears. His ears were so hot and really felt so comfortable in my mouth. I licked all around them, then moved my tongue until I was licking behind his ears. I received almost a jolt of Huw's unique taste from this area behind his ears. It was marvelous! I was intoxicated! I knew that I had to suck and lick his other ear also. I moved to the other side and did the same, washing his ear lavishly with my tongue, licking behind it and taking the whole thing into my mouth. I loved it – I had never done this to anyone ever before, and it was great. The taste, the feel, the warmth were all so incredibly arousing. Huw seemed to be enjoying it a lot too, since he was moaning out words of encouragement and squeals of delight.

I moved slowly away from his ears and down the side of his neck, sucking and licking every square inch of his delectable skin as I went along. I also did the same to his throat. When I began to work on his chest I remembered that Huw had no feelings in his nipples because of his mother's 'handiwork'. But I wanted to suck them anyway – I wanted the feel of those dark nubs and those terrible scars rubbing over my tongue. It was a terrific turn-on for me, I know.

Huw was reacting the way I'd hoped he would. He was moved his damned cute body under my unswerving tongue. He seemed to like what I was doing to and for him. I continued to work on his chest, using long slow strokes with my tongue. Each stroke brought me closer and closer to Huw's marvelous boy equipment. I could smell him – as I got closer and closer I could smell more and more of Huw's distinctive and so sexy, so alluring essence. It was thrilling.

His boy dick was standing straight up in the air and his beautiful ball sac was dangling so appealingly below. It was a marvelous sight for me and I'm sure a marvelous one for anyone interested in the sexual equipment of young boys. I know I can't describe it but I'll try. I loved every part of Huw so much that I had this cramp in the pit of my stomach – this incredible ache of longing and loving and wanting and needing. He was everything I ever wanted in my life and to be part of my life – he was loving and gentle and a beautiful boy. The expression "I want to eat him up" kept going around and around my head. I wanted him – I wanted him totally and completely. I wanted to devour him.

As I got down to Huw's gorgeous pubic mound – his marvelously smooth mound – I let my tongue revel in the wonderful silken feel of that stunning area. He was so smooth and so warm and so incredibly sweet to the taste that I wanted this to last forever and ever. I could not remember being this happy in my entire life – albeit a short teenager's life. I licked this area over and over again wetting it down thoroughly; Huw was dripping with my saliva. As I went over and over it I was getting closer and closer to Huw's really impressive boy equipment, and it sent chills up and down my entire body when I looked at his striking penis. It was such an impressive beauty – a magnificent purple/black in color, absolutely straight and crowned with that wonderfully tight, ruffled foreskin.

I knew that I had to play with Huw's incredible equipment as soon as possible – his cock and balls were calling me. I wanted to – I absolutely needed to – make superb love to this gift of beauty.

I sat back and moved between Huw's widespread legs; he presented such an overwhelmingly beautiful picture to me. His hips were raised slightly and I could almost glimpse the inviting and puckered entrance to his exceedingly hot body. I knew that Huw would convince me that I should take him completely. That would be later; for now I had to make exquisite love to Huw's proudly offered boy equipment.

I raised my hands to Huw's gorgeous dick. I touched it very lightly and this sent a wave of tremors up and down his body. I thrilled at the look of Huw welcoming and accepting my love. I began to slowly and delicately peel down the tight foreskin around Huw's cock. It was like peeling the skin on a rare tropical fruit – there was some resistance but it gradually gave way to reveal the treasure within. And what a treasure it was. The head of Huw's dick was a bulbous beauty. I could not take my eyes off of it; I was mesmerized. It was shaped like a tiny plum; it was the color of a really dark purple plum and it was the most delicious looking piece of flesh I had ever seen.

As I was staring at that glorious piece of flesh, Huw slowly raised his right hand and brought it near my lips. I stuck out my tongue and began to lick it slowly and gently, letting my tongue reach every scar on that mutilated hand. I opened my mouth and drew the top of his palm into my mouth and began sucking and licking it. Huw let out a few big moans of appreciation. I realized that he needed reassurance that I accepted his shortcomings as well as his beauty. I knew I adored him and made tender love to his crippled hand.

"Thanks, Cory," he whispered. I noticed tears in his eyes. "You're so good t'me."

"That's not hard to do, Huw. You are an incredibly loveable kid. You know that? You are just incredibly loveable… and very caring… and very beautiful… you are all those things to me!"

"Thanks, Cory. You're the very firs' person who ever told me that. Thanks so much."

I leaned over and we kissed gently and lovingly and for quite a long time. I could not believe that Huw had never been told how loving and caring he was. A kid doesn't become this way overnight; Huw was this way all along and maybe I was the first person to bring it out in him. But he was a very caring and very loving individual and I loved that so much in him.

I leaned over and brought my face close to that wonderful bulbous head of his gorgeous dick. It was so tempting and beautiful, just like the boy himself. I slowly put my tongue out and gently worked it over the surface of Huw's straining dick. He obviously liked what I was doing because he started moaning quite loudly and telling me how he loved what I was doing to him. I traced my tongue all around the sensitive ridge – around and around I went, gradually picking up speed and gradually applying a little suction.

I took that whole head into my mouth and while continuing to suck on it lovingly and work my tongue all around it, I began to gradually take more and more of Huw's wonderful dick into my mouth. I did this very slowly taking plenty of time. I figured that since young Huw could not shoot anything, I would try to give him the maximum pleasure of continued and sustained oral stimulation of his luscious dick. And boy! Did I ever enjoy giving Huw pleasure while working on his fabulous dick!

After a good ten minutes of tonguing and sucking and working my way all around Huw's wonderful and delicious boy equipment, I had all of Huw's wonderful boy dick and balls in my mouth and it was such a great feeling. We were both getting maximum pleasures from the experience. Huw's penis pulsed so beautifully in my mouth and it was so smooth and soothing to my tongue. It was a delight to be able to work this gorgeous beauty between my lips, to be able to stroke it slowly and lovingly with my tongue and to show Huw that I really appreciated the fact that he was here with me in this particular bed, in this particular hotel, and at this particular time in both of our lives.

Chapter 5

He was almost screaming; I say almost, because it seemed to me that Huw was trying to control the amount of sound he was making. I was delighted that I was able to get such a strong response from him. As he began to calm down and let his still very hard dick slowly slip from my mouth he threw his arms around me and squeezed me extremely hard. He rubbed his crippled hand up and down my back and I felt so wonderfully; I knew he had accepted me completely.

"That was jus'incredible, Cory. I love everything ya do wit'me and to me cause you like every part of my body."

"I love every part of your body, Huw. I think it's the most luscious body I've ever seen." We kissed passionately.

He looked at me with longing and, I think, some gratitude in his eyes. "Do ya wanna fuck me now?" Huw asked in a soft and inviting voice.

I just stared at him for a second or two and we both smiled. "Yes, Huw, I'd be very happy if you'd let me do that," I answered rather sheepishly.

He gave me another big kiss. "I know I be really happy if ya do it."

We both went into the bathroom to pee but Huw had trouble because he was still so incredibly hard. I put my hand on his beautiful dick and slowly petted it – the silkiness of it was an immediate thrill for me and I started to get hard again.

"Ya ain't helpin' thin's, Cory," he said while looking up at me with a sly smile on his face. I left and after a few minutes alone, Huw was able to relieve himself and returned to our bed.

He snuggled close to me under the blankets and rubbed his mutilated hand on my chest. He rolled over until he was able to get one of my nipples in his mouth and began licking it with a good deal of strength. It was something that he had done before but I was more excited than I had ever been because I knew that Huw was getting me ready to fuck his little ass – something I had never done before.

He licked across my chest to my other nipple, then down to my navel. His hands were busy too. He moved his left hand to my wet and tingling nipples and pinched them gently, while his crippled right hand began to caress and manipulate my cock. I started moaning and thrashing around. Huw tried to calm me down by gently stroking my hair. It worked until he moved that gorgeous crippled right hand of his to my balls and started squeezing my sac. He made soothing and unrestrained love to my cock and balls together – I was in heaven.

"Okay, Cory. Now ya work on me again." I barely heard what he said, but it finally seeped through the haze surrounding my brain.

He rolled onto his back while still keeping hold of my cock and nut sac. He continued to manipulate them gently and I began to work on his nipples with my mouth and tongue and then moved down his chest to his wonderfully smooth dick and balls. I took his super boy dick in my mouth and started lavishing as much attention on it as I could. I had the whole works in my mouth and it throbbed and jumped so invitingly. I just could not get enough of Huw. I opened my mouth very wide, and using my hand to assist, I was able to get Huw's balls into my mouth along with his dick. It was mind-boggling! I had all of Huw's gorgeous package in my mouth and he knew it; he was bouncing his beautiful ass all over the place.

"Christ, Cory! Wha' the hell are ya doin' t'me," he yelled out. "Wha'are ya doin' down there? This is jus' great! I never felt anythin' like it before. Keep doin' it! Don't stop!"

Huw's encouragement had me really working away on his entire boy package. Suddenly I found myself moving my hand to his little asshole. I began to rub one finger along the crack and Huw extended his legs wider and as I ran my finger along it I touched his pucker. It felt a little strange. It was a soft and rubbery feeling and I knew what it was when Huw gave a jump that was so staggeringly awesome.

I wiggled my finger a bit and managed to get it ever so slightly into his hot opening. It felt great. I sucking harder on his equipment and suddenly Huw came. This kid doesn't give any warning at all – he just came with a terrific series of jerks and thrusts and stifled screams. He wonderful dick was jumping around in my mouth and I could feel his undeveloped balls moving and churning around inside his sac, all of which was inside my mouth.

As Huw came down from his incredible high I reluctantly let his equipment slip from my mouth and lay next to him. He gave me a great big smile and hugged me tightly.

"Now come the main event," Huw whispered in my ear. "Ya ready?"

"I'm ready, Huw. I'm absolutely ready!"

Huw got out of bed and went into the bathroom. I heard him piss, flush, search for something and come back into the bedroom. He was carrying the Vaseline and a condom packet.

"Where'd you get the condom from?" I asked.

"Oh, I had wit' me. Ya wanna start?"

"With you?" He gave me a nice smile, ripped opened the condom pack, and put the items on the nightstand. Huw assumed a position on his back near the center of the bed. I kneeled between Huw's legs. Huw reached and began playing with my cock and balls, moving his crippled hand delicately and patiently over my equipment. It was marvelous; I knew that my cock was fully erect and really, really straining.

I bent over slightly and began to lick Huw's dick and ball sac again, even working my tongue down behind his sac. He tasted so great that I kept licking and licking that area.

"Okay, Cory, ya doin' a great job there but now ya havta go a little lower," Huw panted out. I knew exactly what he meant. I need to go for his little asshole. And go for it I did! I moved my tongue down and dove for Huw's little crack. He had such a cute crevice that I ran my tongue up and down, up and down the whole length. Every time I passed over his puckered hole he gave out a moan. I just loved teasing him this way and just loved hearing those moans coming out of him. Finally I stopped the up and down movement and concentrated only on his wonderful cavity.

I could not believe how great Huw's little opening was. I adored it. I lapped at it excitedly, wetting it down thoroughly and enjoying every second of it.

"Okay, Cory, start lubin' me up." He gave me the Vaseline and instructed me on how to lube his hole. I used one finger, then two and finally three, shoving them slowly into Huw's pulsing hole and pushing the Vaseline up into him. I stretched him real good and he seemed to enjoy the finger fucking very much; he certainly was making enough noise.

"Lemme roll the condom on ya, okay?" I sat on my haunches; Huw bent over and licked up the pre-cum that I had produced before rolling the condom down my dong and then lubing it up real good. "That sho' do it, Cory." Huw lay back and spread his legs real wide. He put each of his hands on a cheek of his ass and pulled them apart. I was able to see his hole and it was even opened a bit. I saw some of the Vaseline I had poked up into his hole before. "Okay, Cory. Just put the head of ya cock up to m'hole and push it in slow. It may take some pushin' to get tha' head in but jus' push slow and steady. Okay?"

I nodded and put the head of my dong at the starting gate. That's the way I felt about it; I was off to the races! I pushed slightly and really nothing happened.

"Ya gotta push hard, Cory!" Huw managed to get out between pants.

"I know, I know! Just give me time. Okay?"

I definitely pushed harder. I had the feeling that if I pushed my cock too hard that it would bend and break; I knew it was a real stupid thought but I'd never had my dick in anything except some kid's mouth before and I really had that terrible feeling. But then suddenly my body lurched forward and I felt the head of my dong pass Huw's muscle and pop into his gut. I was incredibly excited. For the first time in my life I was really fucking someone. It felt glorious having the heat from Huw's body surrounding my dick head. I also had this peculiar feeling that I was being slowly swallowed up by him and his hot body. I felt that I was being drawn, actually physically drawn, inside him.

"How does this feel, Huw?"

"It's unreal, Cory. It feels wunnerful."

It sure as hell felt wonderful to me too. I began to feed my hose slowly into Huw. After every small feed I would pull out so that just the head was still inside him. Then I would push it back adding a little more length each time. Sometimes I would feed too much back into him and Huw would let out a little yelp; but mostly I had pretty good control of what I was doing. Then suddenly I felt my pubic hairs touching Huw's ass. I knew I was all the way in and I squirmed and wiggled a little to let Huw know. He lets out a combined laugh and moan.

"Oh, Cory, this feel great! I loves it so much. How do ya feel?"

"I feel fabulous, my beautiful Huw. You mean the world to me." Huw's incredibly hot, throbbing bowels enveloped my dick, and I knew I would have to start fucking him hard pretty soon because I was not going to hold out much longer. I could never remember being as excited and anxious. I moved my cock slight out of Huw's hole and pushed it back in again. Huw let out a small moan. I did it again and Huw let out another small moan. I pulled out a little more and then pushed back and his moan became louder and longer. I love what I was doing to Huw and I gathered that he was loving too. And my dick felt so strong and powerful, bigger than it ever had before. I felt that I could conquer anything!

Suddenly things began to go into automatic high gear. I was pulling out more and more and pushing back faster and faster. Huw was continuously moaning and giving out these really high-pitched squeals. He was bouncing his body up and down on the bed in time to my thrusts. It was hard work but I was loving what I was going. It was coming so naturally.

I knew I was getting there; I most definitely getting to my orgasm approaching. I could feel that tingling in my balls, which was the sure sign that the old cum was rising. Huw began rubbing my chest with his crippled hand, and the feel of those scars across my nipples began to drive be crazy. He moved his hand stump up to my lips and I began a frenzy of kissing and licking it and biting on it. Huw became more active (if that was possible) and I started trying to scream out, but Huw's gorgeous crippled hand prevented me from doing that.

My cum was definitely getting higher and my motions became faster and faster. I knew I was going to shoot it all very, very soon; I'd be shooting all I had incredibly soon! And then in a phenomenal combination of torture and pain and exquisite relief, I felt myself fire – and I shot and shot and bucked and chewed on Huw's hand and shot some more. Huw was moaning very loudly and moving his body in a rocking fashion and it felt he was pulling me in deeper and deeper into his body and getting more and more out of me.

My arms collapsed under me and I flopped on Huw's body and quickly enveloped his with my arms. He was still breathing very, very heavily and I wasn't much better. I just lay that way, sprawled on top of Huw, for at least about five minutes. The sweat was just pouring off me and I knew Huw was sweating heavily too. He had moved his right hand to my back and was gently stroking me with it. I never wanted to move, never, ever.

The whirring sound and relaxing jets of the Jacuzzi were so restful. Huw and I were soaking and unwinding in the big tub in my bathroom. God, it was great! I had my eye closed and would occasionally open them and smile at Huw. Huw had never been in Jacuzzi before and he loved it. He let his body float and was delighted when I tickled and kissed any part of his body that came near me. I particularly liked squeezing his dick and balls and pinching his tight little ass, and he loved it too.

After at least forty-five minutes in the tub (and a pretty damned wet floor), we showered and dressed warmly. We chose nice outfits because we were going to have dinner with the Michaelsons and I wanted to take Huw out for a nice lunch at a fancy restaurant. Huw wanted Chinese food, so that's where we went. Huw was only familiar with the real cheap Chinese take-out places in the city because he learned he could really fill up for little money there. However, I took him one of the best and he was stunned. The host almost did not seat us because we were dressed casually, but when I showed him my father's card, he almost broke his goddamned neck getting us to a great table.

We had a great lunch; Huw ate foods he had never had before including squab and lobster. When we left the restaurant, Huw suddenly stopped in his tracks. He had noticed a boy begging for money on the sidewalk nearby. "Do you know him, Huw?" I asked quietly.

He nodded. "It's Brady." I noticed that Huw's eyes began to fill with tears. He walked over to the boy and hugged him. It looked to me that the other boy was older than Huw and he appeared to be wearing an eye patch. I stayed a distance away and did not hear their conversation because of the traffic noise. Finally both slowly walked up to me.

"Cory, this is Brady." I shook his hand. He was definitely old than Huw and a bit taller. "Brady and me hung round a lot together. He help me a lot when we stay together." Huw looked up at me. "Cory, I really hate to ask 'cause of wha'ya done for me already, but could ya let Brady have some money if ya got?"

"Of course, Huw. For one of your buddies, definitely." I pulled some bills from my pocket and gave it to the kid. I guess it was about forty dollars. Brady thanked my and he and Huw walked away again. They talked some more and embraced one more time. Huw thoughtfully walked back to me.

"Everything okay now, Huw?"

"Suppose so. Brady's havin' a real bad time of it again. But the money ya gave him'll help a lot."

I hailed a cab and we rode out to Oak Park and the Frank Lloyd Wright Home & Studio. Huw was very quiet during the ride as opposed to lunch when he was very talkative. I knew he was feeling down after having met one of his street buddies. I know I was feeling down because I could not really help this poor kid any more that I did. I put my arm around Huw's shoulder and pulled him toward me. He snuggled into me a sobbed once or twice.

"Do you want to talk about it, Huw? You know, about Brady and all?"

I could feel his head nod as it rest against my chest. "Me and Brady and a few of the other crips always used to hang together. I thinks Brady lost his eye when he was six. Then there's Louie, who's deaf, and Carmine who'd only one leg and a few other who'd come n'go."

"Where'd all you guys stay?"

"We'd crashed in a abandon garage over on the wes'side."

"How come you guys stayed together?"

"'Cause the other kids didn't want us t'be 'round them. They says that we scare folks away."

Huw snuggled up against me again and I held him until we reached Oak Park and the FLW Home & Studio.

We each rented a recorder and were given a map of the town showing the location of the various building designed by Mr. Wright, all in the early part of his career. Most of the building are private and must be viewed only from the street. But a few, like Unity Temple and the FLW House itself, are opened to visitors. And believe me when I say that Unity Temple must rank with the greatest building ever built my mankind. I'm not the religious type and Unity Temple is a Unitarian Church, but I had this overpowering feeling of joy and redemption just by sitting in this architectural work of genius. You owe it to yourself to make this pilgrimage to Oak Park to see these remarkable buildings if you are ever in the Chicago area.

While we were touring the FLW Home, Huw happened to look up at the ceiling in the dining room. He asked the guide if Wright designed the panels in the ceiling. The guide said he most definitely did. However, Huw took exception with the statement.

"I don't thinks that those panel were designed by Mr. Wright, m'am," Huw countered. "They looks to me like they been design by Louis Sullivan."

"Despite their similarity to the designs of Mr. Louis Sullivan, the noted Chicago architect and one of the teachers of Frank Lloyd Wright, these panels were designed by Mr. Wright for this house."

Huw persisted. "Ain't it true that this here house bein' build at the 'xact same time as that big department store downtown was bein' built?"

"Which department store are you referring to, young men?"

"Schlessinger and Meyer on State Stree'."

"There is no department store by that name in Chicago," the guide said haughtily, looking at the others in our group with a snide smile on her face.

I could tell that Huw was becoming exasperated with this person. "Well, anybody who know the history of Chicago architecture know that Schlessinger and Meyer department store buildin' is now called Carson, Pirie, Scott. And it was design by Mr. Louis Sullivan and his partner, Mr. Adler. And anybody who know the history of Chicago architecture know that Frank Lloyd Wright was workin' for Mr. Louis Sullivan at the very same time as the construction of that store buildin' and of this here house."

The guide was getting all red in the face and very annoyed when an older man walked into the room. He coughed slightly to get everyone's attention. "I'm afraid the young gentleman is correct, Ms. Leighton. Those panels on the ceiling were designed by Louis Sullivan and Mr. Wright seemed to have – er – appropriated them during the construction of the Schlessinger and Meyer department store building." He smiled at Huw and left the room. I squeezed Huw's hand and smiled at him. He certainly knew what he spoke about.

In the bookstore of the FLW Home we waiting for Mrs. Michaelson. I asked Huw how he knew so much about the architecture of Chicago.

"Tha's easy. I roam around this city a lot, and I seen such beautiful buildings. So I bought a book about the history of the city and the buildin's. Then I go to the public library and read some more about 'em. And I really loves what I read so I get more and more book. That's all, Cory!"

"You spent your money on books?"

"Yeah! Wha's wrong wit' that?"

"Nothing! Absolutely nothing!"

I knew I was seeing Huw in a different light, maybe for the first time. True, he had demonstrated his intelligence before, particularly when we were discussing current events. But who knew that Huw was so widely read? And about architecture? Or that he could even read well enough to read books on difficult subjects? What else was he widely read about?

Suddenly it struck me that I really didn't know Huw at all. I knew the sexual creature that was Huw but I did not know the deep down Huw – the intellectual and emotional creature that he was. Why had I neglected to explore these deeper aspects of him? Was it because I thought him to be stupid and uneducated? Did I deep down really dismiss him as just a street slut and a sex toy?

I was very upset with myself and my deeper, truer feelings toward Huw. These questions made me realize that too often I made assumptions about people based on nothing more than surface appearances. Here was a street child, who spoke rather poorly, but was more knowledgeable than I was in certain areas. His appearance was the determining factor in what I thought about his abilities. "This is wrong – totally wrong!" I told myself. "Snap judgments about people based only on appearance are definitely a form of discrimination, and the worst kind of discrimination at that!".

Just then Mrs. Michaelson's SUV pulled up, and we got into the vehicle. Huw sat in the back with the two Michaelson kids and I sat up front with Mrs. Michaelson. I belted myself in, and then turned around to look at Huw. He seemed happy and gave me a big smile before he lapsed into a conversation with the kids.

Chapter 6

When we arrived at the house, my parents and Mr. Michaelson hadn't arrived yet. The kids showed us the house and then the three of them went upstairs to play. I eventually joined them for a computerized game like Trivial Pursuit; we had of fun. Again I was amazed at Huw's far-reaching knowledge and intelligence. One of the questions that came up during the game involved the populations of various cities of the United States.

We all knew that Chicago was no longer the second city, having been replaced by Los Angeles as the number two in the USA. This led to a wide raging discussion of cities and their sizes over the centuries. Lyle took out an almanac and after looking at the list he made disparaging comments about St. Louis and its position so far down the list.

"Yeah," I said, "but according to the 1870 census, St. Louis was the fourth largest city in the US. It was really humming back then."

"In 1870?" Lyle asked. "Why don't you go back a little further, Cory?"

"Okay, okay, enough sarcasm, Lyle," I said. I challenged him. "I'll bet you can't name the other four of the top five cities in population."

"Uh, let me think about that for a while." He never did get all five, and I told him just before we left. (1)

When we were called down for dinner, my parents were already seated in the dining room. Mrs. Michaelson had supervised the dinner and the elaborate setting of the dinner table. The Michaelson's had a cook and a maid and who knew how many other servants. They were very well off.

The meal was delicious. We all enjoyed it and for the second time that day Huw ate foods he had never tasted before. He loved everything served. In addition, the service was excellent and everything was meticulously done.

After dessert was served and devoured the kids went off to the television room and the adults went into the library; this included me. Mr. Michaelson (I was supposed to call him Jon) became very serious and so did my folks; I guess everyone knew what was to be discussed except me. I knew that Mr. Michaelson, or Jon, was a lawyer so I assumed that it had to do with Huw. I expected that it would be about where he would be placed after we left Chicago. But I was totally shocked by his statement.

"Cory, this has been discussed among the four of us, and between Amanda and myself very thoroughly, and even with the kids, to some degree. If it is satisfactory with Huw, we have found what we think is the perfect home for him." He smiled at everyone present and then looked at me. "We would like to adopt Huw into the Michaelson family."

I was stunned! I was absolutely sure that they were going to say that they found a nice place for Huw, but this family? Here? They were going to try to adopt a black kid? Here? In this ultra-white, upper class community? They were going to adopt a crippled black boy? Did they know he was a street kid? Did they know about his sexual preferences? And with a twelve year old boy in the house! What the hell is going to happen between Huw and Lyle? How was Huw going to be accepted by other kids in the neighborhood and at school?

I smiled a big, slightly artificial smile, stood and kissed Mrs. Michaelson and shook Mr. Michaelson's hand. This was almost too much to be believed!

The kids came downstairs as if on queue. Everyone was extremely happy. Lyle and Fredrica had told Huw about their parents plan and Huw seemed to be very, very happy. He walked around for the rest of the evening with a big smile on his face and jumped around with Lyle. They seemed very happy together. A big cake was brought out and it was like a birthday party. I still had my doubts.

In the limousine driving back to The Drake there was silence. Huw was sitting next to me and I was holding his right hand in mine. He was resting his head on my shoulder and he may have been asleep; I didn't know for sure. I was slowly stroking the hand and it had the usual effect on me.

When we got to the suite, Huw undressed quickly and got into bed. He smiled every time he looked at me. I wondered if it was a show or if the kid was really happy. I undressed, put on my robe, and went to speak with my dad. He was in the library, having some orange juice and smoking a cigar.

"I'm glad you want to talk, Cory. I think there are a few things we need to clear up."

"Thank you, sir. I'm sure you know that I want to talk about Huw and this insane business of the Michaelson's adopting him."

"Insane? Well, we'll see. I realize that's what you want to talk about first. But I have something else I'd like to discuss with you first. Is that all right?"

I hesitated a few seconds, then nodded my head.

"Fine," he said softly and began stroking his chin. "Cory, we, your mother and I, know about your attraction to young boys … your sexual preference, if I may be so blunt. This is really no surprise to us and it shouldn't be a surprise to you that we know."

I nodded again and dropped my head to my chest. I was suddenly feeling alone and miserable and frightened.

Dad came over, sat down next to me, put his arm around my shoulder and squeezed me rather hard. "It's nothing to be ashamed about or overly concerned with. We have accepted it and I know that after years of therapy, you have accepted it also." He gave me a big hug and kissed me on the cheek. "I love you Cory, and think that you are a great person and have a really great future ahead. A really great future." He kissed me again and seemed totally caring and compassionate. "And I think Huw will have a great future with the Michaelsons. You know they are a great family and Huw will be able to perform up to his wonderful inborn capacity in that very privileged household."

I looked at him. "Do they know that… that Huw is a street kid? Do they know what that means? Do they know what that implies? And how Huw earned money when he was on the street? I mean, besides begging."

"Yes, they know. Jon is very, very thorough. He is known for his thoroughness. And also for his scrupulous honesty and integrity." He paused and looked directly at me. "They happen to suspect that… well, that Lyle is gay. He's had some problems in school already. Nothing serious really. But he was discovered him with another member of the swim team a few months ago. He's been going to a psychologist and, well, the psychologist says that the prospect of bringing a gay youngster into the house…"

I interrupted his little speech. "You mean they're adopting Huw as a… as a teacher… or a tutor… for Lyle?" I said indignantly.

"I wouldn't put it exactly that way, but yes, in a way. The family really likes Huw, as I'm sure you can tell, and they're interested in having him live with them very much. Jon called me the next morning after we had dinner with them the other night and expressed his, and Amanda's, interest in the boy. I think it's really so… so excellent. What more could you want for your little friend?"

I sat quietly for a moment or two. "Nothing," I said softly. "I'm happy that Huw's found such a good home… and a loving home."

"Cory, I know you're disappointed in having to leave him. I'll miss him too… very much. He's really a terrific kid, and a wonderful person. But he will be in such excellent surroundings. I'm sure you saw how well he and Lyle got along and what a great friendship there is between them. It'll be wonderful and fulfilling for both of them, I'm sure."

"I… I know it will be, dad." I embraced him, hugging him tightly. "I know Huw will be very happy there. And he deserves it."

We said our good nights after a few more expressions of love. I walked slowly back to my room. Huw was reclining in the bed with the blankets pulled up to his mid-chest. He had his arms behind his head and was smiling broadly. He looked so gorgeous… and so happy in that bed.

"Whatja think of the setup, Cory? Ya know, me livin' with the Michaelsons."

I paused and looked at him lovingly. "Well," I said slowly, "besides missing you one helluva lot, I think it's very good for everyone." I paused again and he gave me a great big smile. "What do you think?"

"I likes it a lot. The kids is so friendly and so is Jon&$133; er&$133; Mr. Michaelson – he told me to call him Jon. I don't know about her yet – Mrs. Michaelson. She seem a little cold but I thinks she'll come aroun'."

"I'm sure she will, Huw."

I shucked my robe and got into bed with Huw. He quickly cuddled up with me and put his crippled right hand on my chest, rubbing one of my nipples. "I'm gonna miss ya, Cory," he said with a distinct sob in his voice and catch in his throat. "I'm gonna miss ya very, very…" He buried his face in my chest and his speech was garbled.

I wrapped him in my arms and held him very tightly. I was so taken with this kid, this intelligent, crippled and loving child. I too would miss him very, very much and told him that. He cried on my chest and I cried on his shoulder. We were quite a pair.

When he had calmed down he whispered into my ear, "I'm goin' tomorra, Cory."

"Where are you going?"

"T'the Michaelsons. They's comin' for me tomorra. I gotta pack all my stuff when they comes. Can ya help?"

I was again shocked. "You're leaving that quickly?" I asked slightly panic-stricken. He nodded. "Wow! I didn't think it would be that fast." God! He was leaving almost immediately. I was more than a little upset. "Yeah, I help you pack up your things. That's no problem, Huw. They'll probably bring some cases for you to pack in. And I'll certainly help."

He cuddled up real close to me again and I loved it. I slowly began to caress his back and his sides, knowing that this was our last night together. I wanted it to be memorable, mostly for me. But also for Huw. He knew that I want him more than anything in the world and he began to massage my nipples with his wonderful crippled hand. I absolutely adored the feel of that thumb and palm lightly rubbing my hairless chest. God, the feel was so spectacular!

"Oh, God, Huw. I'm gonna miss you so goddamned much!"

"I'm gonna miss ya too Cory. I'll never forget ya. Ya done so much f'me, findin' the Michaelsons and all, and ya make me feel so great by bein' wit' me."

"And you make me feel absolutely marvelous, my beautiful Huw. You are such a loving and wonderful kid. I really adore you, Huw. You mean more to me than anyone… except my family, that is."

"And ya means more t'me than anyone too, Cory."

We grasped each other strongly and kissed passionately. Huw rubbed his crippled hand through my hair and I loved it. I moved my hand down his back until I was able to clutch his firm ass globes. They were so muscular for a boy; they were a delight to squeeze and manipulate. Huw was kissing me very hard and moaning as I continued to rub his cheeks and slowly move my finger into his wonderful crack.

His body was so warm and so soft that I felt he was melting into me; that we were merging in love and desire. I also knew that this would be the end of our lovemaking sessions; tomorrow we would be separated forever. It would not be easy to leave Huw; not easy at all. But my logical side told me that he would be in a good home and would not be living on the street. My emotional side (always the stronger of the two, I must admit) kept repeating to me that I would be losing the strongest love of my life, a boy whom I found to be totally winning.the first person I had ever had real sex with.and a soul mate.

"Cory, can we talk `bout somethin'. Somethin' that botherin' me and `bout myself?"

"Sure, anything you want, sweetheart. But I thought you'd want, you know, to have a little sex tonight, since it's our last night together."

"We can do tha' afta we talks."

"Sure, no problem."

Huw sat up on the bed and looked at me very seriously. "I'm worried about livin' with the Michaelsons, Cory. Theys so rich and I don't even speak good. I don't think I can fit in wit' `em."

I knew I needed to reassure him… and I had to be completely honest in all my statements. "Huw, I honestly do not see any reason for you to be worried. You are an intelligent person and you are young and you will adapt very, very easily. Being around other people will help you improve how you speak, how you act (although that's really very, very good right now) and other things. Truthfully, I don't think you need to be worried about anything at all."

"Yeah, but wha' abou' my… uh… you know, wha' abou' my thing… my thing, you know, for men and boys?"

Here was a much more difficult question. I had to be totally honest with him. I could not lie to him. "That may be a little difficult, Huw. But I'm sure it'll work it out to everyone's satisfaction."

Huw paused and looked at me with renewed seriousness in his eyes. "Cory? I thinks that Lyle is… is gay. What do you thinks?"

"It's possible… it's very possible. Has he done anything to make you feel this way?"

"He never done anythin', really. But… well, he says that we'll have a real good time together… and that I can sleeps in his room anytimes I wants."

"Does this bother you? I mean, sleeping together with him or being with him?"

"I much rather be wit' you, Cory."

I smiled and leaned in and kissed him. "I know. But you still didn't answer my question. Does it bother you?"

He shook his head. "No. It doesn't. I likes him a lot. He seem like a real good person. He's cute and I really like his body a lot." He gave me a shy smile.

"Great. Is there anything else?" He nodded. "Okay, what is it?" He looked away and shrugged his shoulders. "C'mon, Huw! If there's something else bothering you I want to hear it. Now spill!"

"They's Jewish. Ain't they?"

"The Michaelsons? I've never thought about it. Yeah, I suppose so. Does this bother you?" He nodded. "This bothers you?" He nodded again. "This bothers you. Why?" He shrugged. "Please tell me, Huw. Obviously there's something on you mind."

He looked at me with those puppy dog eyes. "Them Jews is clipped, ain't they? Are they gonna clip me?"

"Clip?"

"Yeah, them Jews have the ends of their cocks cut off."

Now I understood. He was obviously afraid of being circumcised. "No, no, Huw. The Jews circumcise their boys, they don't cut off the ends of their cocks." He gave me a questioning look. "The foreskins on their penises are cut off; not their dicks. I'm circumcised. I'm sure you noticed that. The head of my dick is completely exposed." He nodded. "You're not circumcised. You still have the foreskin on your cock. And it's very beautiful. The head of your dick is covered by the foreskin and I just love it." I petted his thigh and Huw caught his breath. "If you convert to the Jewish faith, I suppose you'll have to be circumcised, though."

"Will it hurt?"

"Yeah, I suppose so. But nobody's said anything that you have to become a Jew. Did they?" He shook his head. "Okay then?"

"Suppose so. Did it hurt when it was done t'ya?"

"Can't really say. I was two days old when it was done." I hugged him closely to my chest. "I'm sure the Michaelsons will love you just the way your are. Just as I love you."

Huw started to get a little teary eyed. He threw his arms around my neck and pulled me close to him. "And I loves you so much, Cory. I didn't know there's anyone in the world as wunnerful and loving as you. Ya been so good t'me."

I wrapped my arms around his torso and hugged him hard. This was the last night I was to be with my wonderful boy. After practically squeezing the life out of him, I eased up on the pressure and kissed him delicately and tenderly on his beautiful, pouty lips. I gently let my hand trace down his back until I was at the top of his marvelously rounded ass. I squeezed those luscious cheeks, then brought my hands to his marvelous boy equipment. I covered his wonderful cock with the palm of my hand. I wiggled my palm and Huw began to giggle.

"I loves when ya does that, Cory. Ya playin' wit' my foreskin like that."

"And I love to do it to you, Huw. I think I'm gonna miss your gorgeous equipment most of all. Of course, there is your beautiful body… and your fabulous lips… and that wonderful hand. Shit! I'm just gonna miss all of you!"

I took his cripple hand in mine and lightly ran my fingers all over the surface of it. It was not a pretty hand yet it meant so much to me - I love the shape of it, the feel of it, the taste of it. This mutilated hand was the most erotic thing I had known in my life.

We kissed again and I squeezed him tightly to my body. I wanted to impress the feel of this wonderful boy upon my memory neurons; I never wanted to forget the special feel of him and the smell of him. I wanted to always remember the fabulous love I had for him.

The next morning I awoke to the feel of Huw moving his beautiful, crippled hand gently over my raging cock. With his other hand he cupped my balls and soothingly squeezed my ball sac. I could not believe we were doing it again, after the extreme sessions of last night.

It had been a night of fabulous sex and even more. It was a night of great lovemaking.and loving.and tender embraces.and kisses. As I fell asleep, I wondered how I would be able to live without the love and deep affection of this fantastic boy. It was going to be very difficult, and I was going to go through terrible withdrawal anxiety.

We had enjoyed ourselves just about every possible way. I even let Huw enter me for the first time. Of course he didn't come, but the size of his wonderful boy dick was enough to give me great, great pleasure. I'm sure he enjoyed it too. He reached an incredible dry orgasm and almost fell asleep on me.

Now the next morning Huw was stroking my fully erect cock and manipulating my balls with his marvelous crippled hand. I absolutely adored the feel of that hand on me. I still could not get over how sexy and delightful I found that hand to be. I loved it touching any part of my body, but particularly love it when he worked it all over my equipment. It made me calm and excited simultaneously. It was a unique and exhilarating experience.

This morning Huw just jacked me off and the feeling was totally thrilling. I came in a tremendous rush and fabulous release. I couldn't believe it after last night. I hugged Huw closely to my body and kissed him all over. The feel was so exciting and so stimulating that I never lost my erection. This kid was a total love machine.

We sat in the Jacuzzi together for about thirty minutes, then showered and dressed. I arranged all of Huw's clothing and possessions on the sofa in my bedroom and waited for the Michaelsons to come for him. I sat rather despondently in the living room aimlessly flipping through the channels. Huw was nervous and kept pacing and looking out of the window.

He came over to me and snuggled up just after the call from the desk that the Michaelsons were on their way up. I kissed him lightly on the lips and rubbed his back gently. He looked into my eyes. "I love ya, Cory. I will never forget ya and wha' ya done for me. Never!"

"I'll never forget you, my beautiful Huw." He smiled that delightful smile of his. "You brought a wonderful light into my life."

His eyes began to get wet and a tear rolled down his cheek. "And ya brought me… ya gave me a life wort' livin'."

The End

This is the final part of "Chicagoland Boy". I hope you've enjoyed the story of Cory and Huw, their friendship, their love and their happy futures. I'd be thrilled if you'd send me an e-mail and tell me what you think. (sorry, the e-mail cory1040(at)yahoo(dot)com is no longer active)

(1) During the course of the story I mentioned that St. Louis, MO was the fourth largest city in the United States according to the 1870 census; it beat out another mid-western city by only a slight margin. This is explainable since it was very soon after the American Civil War and there was a tremendous westward migration underway. St. Louis was a major staging area for those going west and it grew tremendously.

My question is as follows: In order, what were the five largest cities (in population) in the United States according to the 1870 census? I've already told you number four. Be careful, one of them may seem to be a real ringer. Send me your answers. There are no prizes except my thanks and your acquisition of additional knowledge. Thanks, Cory

Chapter 1

"Sure! I'm in a motel room, that's where," he answered. "You got candy or anythin'?"

"Sure, I've got some M&Ms, Snickers and Baby Ruth." I handed him the bag of goodies.

He was right. We were in a motel room in suburban New Jersey – well, actually it was suburban Philadelphia, if you want the truth. It was a warm Saturday evening in spring and I just couldn't face another night alone in my room. I'm a junior at a very prestigious college in New Jersey; my family lives in St. Louis. I knew at an early age that I was gay or bi; I knew I could not go to college in the mid-west because I needed more freedom both academically and sexually.

So I was in this motel and the air-conditioner was humming away and the TV was blaring (MTV or some other shit cable channel was on) and Freddie (as he called himself) was stretched out with me on the bed. He was eating from a big bag of M&Ms. We were naked; we just had some good sex together. I thought it was pretty good and Freddie seemed to like it, so we were just relaxing. Until we were ready to start again, that is.

I met Freddie about three hours before in one of the many suburban malls that litters this god-forsaken state. New Jersey has to be a mall lover's heaven along with being a driver's nightmare. There are so many malls and so few ways to get to them. Traffic is truly awful and the current witch occupying the governor's house has done nothing to help the problem. The state is slowly strangling itself with the traffic and the help of an upper class, rich bitch whose occupation is gentlewoman farmer. Ha!

Anyway, getting back to Freddie and me. He had longish blonde hair and blue eyes and was a really cute little kid. Our first sex together was slow and more rewarding than I thought it was going to be.

After I met Freddie and he decided to come with me, we stopped first for something to eat. Boy! Could Freddie eat! I wondered when was the last time he ate and where. He said he was eleven, but he looked younger to me, more like nine or ten, but maybe he was just small because he didn't eat regularly. He also didn't shower regularly either. He had a distinct odor and it was more than just simply sweat building up for a day or two. It smelled like boy sweat and old sex. It had to be a week's worth or maybe more. So I asked him to take a shower before we did anything together. I told him to do a good and thorough job – all parts – and do it twice.

He walked out of the bathroom completely naked and hopped onto the bed. His hair was still damp but otherwise he was fine. He had a very small package. His dick was uncut and looked way less than one inch [2½ cm] long soft. His ball sack looked like half a walnut shell pasted onto his body; it was dark in color and I couldn't see any balls at all.

He looked at me with lust in his eyes and I knew I was ready. He started to rub my chest through my shirt and it felt very good. He did it slowly, moving his hands over my nipples at just the right speed. I thought to myself that this kid has had plenty of experience. He started to move his hands up under my shirt and up my chest. He tweaked both my nipples at the same time and I started to moan from his attention.

I pulled my tee shirt off and he smiled broadly at me. I'm rather hairless and in good physical shape. My chest is completely hairless except for a thin lead from my navel to my crotch. He began moving his small, warm hands all over my chest and it felt just awesome.

"Why dontcha stretch out, that way I can take care of you good."

I did. I stretched out and he began tweaking my nipples again and rubbing by chest and arms. It felt truly awesome. He lowered his head and began mauling at my nipples and rolling his tongue all over them and biting them with his teeth.

"How about spreading your arms outta bit."

I was game. I didn't know why he wanted my arms out but I did it. And then I found out why! He started shoving his tongue right up into my right armpit! I'd never had anyone do that to me before. I don't much hair in my pits, just a trace, but he was really washing them down good! My butt started bouncing around the bed and my feet were in the air. This was great; this little kid was taking care of me the way no person, man or woman or child had ever done before.

"You've got a great bod, man. You an athlete?" he asked.

"Uh, yes," I panted out. "Swimmer and runner."

"That's super. It shows. I love your bod." He ran his warm hands over my biceps and pecs and down my abs. "Wish I have one like 'em when I get big."

This made me very hot. I love when people compliment my body, especially another male. Ever since I was a little kid, I could stand in front of a mirror and look at myself all the time. I like other guy's bods and some girls, too, but it's my body that I love the most. Now having this little kid tell me that I have a beautiful body made me very, very hot indeed.

He undid the belt on my jeans and pulled them off after I kicked off my sneaks. "Lookie, I love your boxers, man. They're so-o-o-o-o-o cool!"

"They're my school colors," I croaked out.

"They're so great what with 'em little animals on 'em."

"They're tigers."

"Cool! Really cool! Maybe I'll call you Tigerboy?"

"If you want."

He returned to licking my pits and again I was on quite a high. He began to lick down my neck until he was at one of my nipple. He nursed at that nipple like he was eating lunch while he was pinching the other one with his fingers. I was bouncing around pretty good by now and my cock was sticking out the slit in my boxers.

"You're leaking a lotta precum," he said lifting his head from the nipple.

"Thanks. I always leak a lot when I get aroused."

"You got a pretty dick, too. It ain't that big, but it's really pretty."

"Thanks again. I know I don't have the biggest cock but I like it."

"I like it too. I'm gonna do great things with that pretty dick."

All I did was pant a bit more and thrash around even more. Freddie slobbered down my chest – god, did this kid a lot of saliva or what? He pulled down my shorts to my knee and buried his nose in my pubic bush; I could hear him inhaling deeply.

"You smell great. I love the smell of a real man."

This almost drove me over the edge, him calling me a man and all. Well, to him I probably was a man. He slowly moved down and started to lick up my cock starting from the base and going all the way to the head. He then swirled his tongue around the head slurping up all the precum and then taking the entire head in his hot, very wet mouth. I knew I couldn't hold out much longer. It'd been days since I jacked off and I knew I was full. I could feel my boxers around my knees. I was thinking about how I should've removed them and BANG! I exploded in poor little Freddie's mouth. He took everything I had like a real champ. I was bucking and fucking his mouth good and he just swallowed and swallowed and continued to suck and suck and it felt so spectacular and draining and remarkable.

And now we were beginning the second round for the night. I put my hand over his little package and began moving it around slowly. It felt so great!

Chapter 2

Freddie smelled real nice and fresh after his shower. I looked him over again. He was so very cute spread out on the bed. He was a really handsome little kid, but I still didn't believe that he was eleven. His hair was that beautiful shade of blonde that could be described as a light yellow. His eyes were very large and a magnificent sky blue. He had very full lips and they looked so fucking kissable. I couldn't believe such a young kid could have such incredible lips. His smooth, undeveloped and unmuscled arms and legs drove me crazy with lust. I just love boy's arms and legs – they invite petting and slow, soothing rubbing. They are so delightful to kiss and lick.

He had his eyes opened and was watching my face closely."I got a really small dick and balls, ain't I?" he asked with a catch in his throat. "I hate 'em!"

"They're nice, Freddie. They're really very nice. They're fine. Yeah, they're a bit small but they'll get larger as you get older."

"Do you like 'em?"

"Yes, Freddie, I like them. I like them very much. I like playing with them as I am right now."

"I like the way you're playing with 'em, too, Tigerboy You make me feel real good. And you're a very nice guy; you're very kind to me. I know you'll treat me nice. You already have."

"Thanks, I try to be a nice person, Freddie." I put the palm of one hand on Freddie thin chest and slowly rubbed it. It was very bony – I could feel and see every rib clearly.

His nipples became erect as I continued to rub them and they felt really nice under my hand. His little dick began to get erect again and it looked so cute. It was twitching and his little ball sack just seemed to disappear when his dick became erect. It looked so funny – his dark ball bag merged completely into his dick and became nothing more than a dark base to his dick.

I looked into his eyes, which were looking directly at mine. I got the shock of my young life as I continued to look into those very beautiful eyes. After I got passed the dark circles around those big blue eyes I thought I saw fear and terror staring back at me. Why would this obvious hustler of a kid be so fearful? What did he have to be afraid of? Why was he afraid of me, of all people?

"What's the matter, Freddie?" I asked as soothingly as I could.

"N-n-n-nothing," he stammered in response.

"Yes there is. Something is wrong, I know. I can see it. Won't you tell me?"

"Nothing is wrong!" he insisted. "Anyway, I can't tell you," he added in a soft voice.

"Okay, that's fine with me. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to. But if you do decide to tell me, please know that I will understand you. Okay?"

He just nodded his head and tried to give me a smile. He looked so fucking cute and so fucking hot that I immediately returned to making love to his body. My own body was fully aroused again and I knew that after I took care of Freddie, he would have to take care of me again.

I ran my hands over his chest again feeling his little nipples. I pinched them gently between my fingers and Freddie wriggled a bit from my attention to his tits.

I lowered my head so that I could get to his armpits. I never licked or sucked a guy's pits before but since Freddie did it to me I thought it only fair to do it to him. I licked at his very smooth armpit and I found it to be truly wonderful. It was warm and a little wet and it provided a very sensuous and stimulating feel on my tongue. I loved the incredible smoothness of it and I loved the taste of it. Freddie seemed to love it too judging from his movements.

As I worked my way down his chest he began to moan and breath hard. His chest was heaving and the rise and fall of it made an interesting sight as his ribs appeared and disappeared. Freddie was really into the scene when I arrived at his erect little dick. Before I made love to his dick I wet my index finger in my mouth and moved it to the cleft in butt. I slowly moved the finger over his tiny pucker and Freddie jumped a few inches off the bed. I laughed to myself at this kid's reaction to my touching his ass hole. He must've had some guy's finger up his ass before so it shouldn't have been anything new to him. Why did he jump so much?

While I continued to softly ease up his ass hole muscle, I put my face down to his straining little dick. It was still pretty tiny even when it was erect and as I slipped it into my mouth, Freddie gave out a sort of high pitched whine. I was worried that I'd hurt him but the smile on his face told me that wasn't so. His thin little dick barely filled half of my mouth but it was comforting to have a little kid's dick in my mouth again. And Freddie's dick was so soft on the surface and so hard beneath. It was really delectable and I was so terribly happy.

When my lips reached his smooth little mound, I realized that I had his whole package in my mouth and still had plenty of room left. I moved my finger all around his pucker and pushed it very slightly into his hot little boy compartment. I began to really wash his beautiful, small boy equipment with my tongue and mouth. Freddie was moaning rather loudly and wiggling around the bed. His little dick started to get harder and harder and even seemed to grow a bit as I continued my mouth work.

He began to breathe very heavily and I noticed a wheezing sound coming from his chest. With what I can only describe as a convulsion, Freddie had his orgasm. I'd never seen so much movement and noise associated with a dry come before. It was amazing! This kid was all over the place and I had trouble keeping his undersized package in my mouth and my finger in his ass hole. I kept sucking on him until he calmed down, which took about three minutes.

I picked my head up and looked at him, expecting to see a smile on his face after such a huge orgasm. But he was not smiling; he was actually crying.

I immediately put my face near his. "You want to tell me what's wrong, honey?" I asked in a soothing voice with a slight smile on my face. He looked at me; that fear had returned to his eyes. "Please tell me what's the matter, Freddie. Maybe I can help. Please, won't you tell me?"

This time he nodded his head. "Can I sit on your lap?" he asked.

"Absolutely!"

I pulled him onto my lap. Remember, we were both naked, sitting on a messed up bed in a motel room. He rested his head against my chest and didn't look at me.

"I'm crying 'cause I gotta go now."

"I don't understand you."

"I gotta leave now. I know I gotta leave now!" he insisted.

"I still don't understand you Freddie. I'm confused." I really was confused.

"I know I gotta leave you after you blow me!" I insisted. "I know I can't stay here with you."

"Why can't you stay here with me?"

"'Cause that's the way it's done. And I like you, I like you very much." He started to cry again.

What the fuck was I going to do? I'm a college guy, for Christ's sake! What do I know about kids and crying? He obviously thought that I was going to throw him out after our session – throw him back on the streets, or wherever it was he came from. Poor fucking kid!

"Freddie, listen to me." Then I noticed something I hadn't seen before. Scratches – this kid had scratches on his back. I moved one hand over them gently and Freddie winced slightly. "Freddie, where are these scratches from?"

He shook his head violently as he continued to cry. Shit! How do I get myself into these fucking situations? Obviously this was an abused child – and I was sure he was abused both physically and mentally.

So I did what I had to do with Freddie – I continued to hold him and just let him cry himself out. It wasn't that easy. I really didn't have the patience to mother or coddle a kid, especially one I really don't know well at all. Shit, the only thing we really knew about each other was how big the other's dick was in our mouths. That's not what I call a relationship or the foundation of one.

Chapter 3

I have to admit, though, that I thoroughly enjoyed the sex I had so far with Freddie. He was experienced in the ways of male sex and we had a good time. Except, of course, for that look of terror and fear in his eyes when I began to blow him. Yeah, that had confused the shit out of me for a while until he told me that he thought I was going to throw him out on the street again when we had finished. And at night, too. I wasn't going to throw him out until the next morning after a morning session of hot boy sex. And I wasn't going to throw him out at all; I was going to drive him back to the mall where we met and leave him off.

Jeez! Really! What the fuck was I going to do with him? Keep him? In my dorm room? I wonder what my dorm mates would think of that. I mean, he's nice enough kid and it's terrible that he was abused by someone. But, really, what the fuck was I going to do with him after we finished up with the sex?

Freddie just kept crying and crying. How many fucking tears did this kid have in him? Finally, finally he starts to slow down. He picked his head up and looked at me. His eyes were all red and his face was all wet, not to mention my chest and legs and arms and crotch. It looked like I had just showered.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," he said in low, cracking voice.

"That's okay, Freddie. I realize things must be difficult for you."

"Yeah, they are. Things are very bad." He paused and looked at me with those big, red, wet blue eyes. "I have nowhere to go," he blurted out and began to cry all over again. Shit! There go the gushers again!

"Whoa!" I said to myself. "This little kid is in some real bad shit and you only think of yourself and how you feel! Feel for him for a bit, fuckhead!"

I thought that I'd bribe him to try to stop the crying. "Freddie, how'd you like to go out with me and get something to eat? Huh? There's a diner just next door and they're open all night. How about it?"

He nodded his head while continuing to cry. "C'mon, Freddie. We can't go over to the diner with you crying like this. You hafta stop crying first. Okay, sweetheart?"

He nodded again and this time he made a sincere effort to stop his crying. He was whimpering a bit as he got dressed. Every time he looked at me I smiled reassuringly back at him. He tried to smile through his tears but it was difficult for him.

When we got to the diner we seated ourselves in a booth; I gave Freddie one of the menus to look at. He started choking up again. "Freddie, you have to get yourself under control. You can't keep crying like this specially in a public place like this."

He nodded vigorously and tried to control the crying. "I can't read," he said in low, whispered, choked tones.

Christ! This kid is abused, he's a mall whore, he's homeless and he's illiterate. Was there anything else? I was sure there was, because troubles seem to flock to these types of kids. "That's okay, sweetheart. Tell me what do you want?"

He told me and I ordered for us. He again ate voraciously, inhaling the food so quickly that it was almost impossible to make a positive identification of what was on the plates.

When I was sure he was filled up we walked back to the motel. He walked close to me and put his little arm around my waist. I smiled at him and he smiled back. It was nice to see him seem happy. It was difficult walking this way because he was so much shorter than I was but I didn't complain because it was a short walk and I didn't want to hurt his feelings and get him upset again. As I've said before, he was a very cute kid and I was getting very fond of him. And I really loved the fact that he liked me enough to embrace me this way.

When we got back to the motel room again, Freddie immediately took off all his clothes and lay down on the bed again.

"C'mon! Take off your clothes, Tigerboy," he said to me in a very seductive voice. "I want you to make love to me again." That was all I needed to hear! I was immediately hard. I just adored his beautiful body and cute little package. "Woodja like to, you know, like to fuck me? I like it when good looking guys like you fuck me."

This really got my blood boiling. I was so incredibly hot I could barely contain myself. Would I like to fuck his incredibly hot little ass? Would I? The way I ripped my clothes off and hopped into bed with Freddie must've given him his answer immediately.

He snuggled close to me and I just loved the feel of his warm body against mine. I rubbed my hands very lightly all over him, including the scratches and scars on his back. Poor little kid. Poor little fucker. I'm sure everybody took great pleasure in telling him that he's a whore, an illiterate and a throwaway kid. I felt really sorry for him, but right now I was going to fuck his little ass without hesitation. Freddie was mine and I was going to make the most of the situation – and him!

I started to rub him a little harder and his breathing became louder. I could hear that wheezing coming from his chest again but our mutual moaning was louder. I licked all over his beautiful face, including his ears and eyes before I started kissing his lips passionately. Freddie loved it and opened his mouth willingly again. I moved my tongue all over, stroking his tongue and teeth, and caressing the sides of his mouth. He tasted like some of the food he had just eaten.

My hands, meanwhile, were moving all over his bony chest, flicking and pinching his pale little nipples and caressing his armpits. I wanted to move my tongue all over this boy's body – and that's exactly what I did. I bit his nipples lightly and this really made him squirm around. I licked all the way down to his cute 'outie' navel. I licked at that delicious crease between his legs and his package and got a wonderfully acute taste of this boy. He was coated with my saliva and I tasted of Freddie.

He was so delicious looking and so hot that I couldn't wait any longer to take him. I moved my mouth and tongue to his gorgeous little boy package and quickly sucked the whole thing into my mouth. I wet one of my fingers and gently began to stroke his little boy pucker. This really sent Freddie into fits of moaning and thrashing about. He seemed to love even the slightest movement of my finger in his hot little cavity. And I loved doing it to him. Freddie was such a willing partner.

I moved so that I was now between his legs; I still had his hot little boy stuff in my mouth and I was putting maximum suction of his undersized equipment. I just adored the feel of his little dick and balls in my mouth; they felt so fucking comfortable and tasted so great. As my licking and sucking at a furious pace continued Freddie had another dry orgasm and he was bucking and bouncing his little body all over the bed. I just loved the way his little ass would come off the bed and his hips thrust up and down at such a furious pace. It was delightful to see the kid forgetting all his problems and enjoying the passion of the moment.

When I finally released him from my mouth I smiled at him and he smiled back. I reached for my pants that were and took out a condom and a tube of gel.

Chapter 4

I kissed his warm luscious lips again as I maneuvered my finger near his little pucker. I touched the soft, rubbery skin of his anal muscle. I moved so that I could look at it closely. It was so cute, if such a thing as an ass hole muscle can be cute. Feddie's was definitely cute. I know I had to taste it before I fucked it.

I moved my face so that my nose was between Freddie's ass cheeks. He smelled good – like young boy, my favorite fragrance. I put out my tongue and lightly licked his pucker. Freddie reaction was immediate – he starting bobbing up and down on the bed and he grabbed hold of his hard little boy dick and started pumping it. I licked harder and Freddie pumped harder. I pushed my tongue into his hot little chute and began to tongue fuck Freddie's little ass for all it was worth. Freddie moaned and pumped and pumped and screamed as he reached still another dry orgasm. His ass muscle was really clamping down on my tongue. Freddie had one powerful fucking ass hole and my tongue knew it had been somewhere when it was over.

I opened the tube of lubricant and put a gob on my index finger and began to soothingly rub in across that tight little muscle, slowly and steadily pushing just a bit of my finger into Freddie's really hot little chamber. He was very tight, so I lubed my finger up again and repeated the process. Freddie was grunting and moaning and wiggling his little ass and hips. His face still had a relatively calm look and he seemed to be in no pain, which was great.

I continued to rub and massage his little pucker with one finger for about five minutes, while Freddie continued to make little noises and continued to encourage me. I started to use two fingers, and had a bit of difficulty at first getting them into Freddie's hot little cavity. But persistence paid off and soon I had those two fingers completely embedded in the kid.

It was now time for three, I figured, and as I lubed up three fingers, Freddie asked, "Are you gonna put three inside of me?"

"Yes, sweetheart. Do you mind?"

"Oh no! I like the feel of your fingers in my hole. I think I never felt better in my whole life."

"Thanks, love. I know it feels great to me too." I gave him a big smiled and lubed up. While I slowly worked the three fingers into his hot little hole Freddie was making the most godawful sounds I had ever heard. "Are you okay, Freddie?" I asked with concern in my voice.

"Yeah, yeah!" he panted. "It just feels so fucking good!"

"Those sounds you're making sound like you're dying, sweetie."

"I'm sorry, but I make those sounds when I'm happy. People tell me that it's like strangling a rat."

"I'll try to forget you ever told me that, honey," and I smiled at him and gave him a big wet kiss on his dick. He giggled between his moan and whatever they are. When I felt that he was comfortable with my three fingers in his hole, I ripped opened the condom and rolled it on my cock. Now I don't have the biggest cock in the world and I don't go around bragging about my size or anything. However, I think I have a nice looking dick of about average size and thickness. Well, maybe it's a little thinner and maybe just a touch smaller than average. I feel that's it's a real great size for fucking a little boy's ass.

I lubed myself up and positioned myself between Freddie's legs. I looked at his legs closely; they seemed so scrawny. His thighs were barely thicker than the calves. Freddie's legs had that wonderful little boy shape – unmuscled, sleek and almost hairless. But they seemed too thin for a boy of nine, which is what I believed Freddie to be.

I caressed Freddie's thin legs, rubbing the sparse blonde hairs over and over again. I also like to watch the beautiful faces of the little boys as I fuck them, so I always have them on their backs. They seem to like that too. He smiled at me and was panting quite heavily. I looked into his face and he was really looked content. I put the head of my cock near his well-lubed opening and pushed very slightly.

"That feels wonderful," he piped up, "but I think you're gonna have to push harder."

"Thanks, Freddie," I replied through my grunting. "I know that, I know!"

And harder I pushed. Freddie's little hole was well lubed but very tight. Now I knew this kid didn't have a virgin ass but it surprised me how hard I had to force to get the head of my cock into his cavity. I must admit that I had to work pretty hard to get my fucking cock into Freddie's chute and I was working up quite a sweat – frustration combined with effort. When it fucking finally popped in I was very relieved; Freddie let out a tremendous 'sound' as I pushed the head in – it seemed like a loud sigh combined with a heavy pant and a bad choke.

"You okay, Freddie?" I ask a bit concerned.

"Yeah… okay… I'm okay," he whispered back.

I decided to go very slow with this young kid. I knew that my size dong wouldn't be hurting him all that much, but slow was better. And that is exactly what I did. I very slowly pushed the full length of my cock into Freddie's very hot, very tight little bottom.

The tightness of his channel and the heat of his body were incredible and had an awesome effect on my body. It felt better than anything I had ever felt on my dick before. It was amazing. It was an explosive combination. Freddie was wiggling his ass on the bed and pulsing his ass muscles and this, in combination with my throbbing dong, was creating a sensation throughout my body that was driving me to the brink of a very rapid orgasm.

I tried to slow things down from happening too quickly and was sort of successful. I thought of my high school captain-of-the-cheerleading-squad girlfriend and that definitely put a chill on things. So much so that Freddie asked me if I was okay. I laughed slightly and assured him that everything was okay and that I wouldn't die on him.

Slowly, very slowly, I began to work my cock in and out of Freddie's phenomenally fiery ass. It was the greatest sensation of my young life – it was just tremendous.

I gradually picked up the speed and was feeling better and better and hotter and hotter. For his part, Freddie was making those strange noises again and moving his ass and hips all over the fucking place. I may have been hitting his little immature prostate – I don't know. What I do know was that we were taking each other for an incredible ride; it was one I didn't want to end; I knew it was going to conclude quite explosively.

I was soaked with sweat and so was Freddie. My eyes were shut tight as I kept up the pumping. Freddie was wet with my sweat and his own; I could feel our bodies slipping and sliding as I kept pushing and thrusting my dong into and out of Freddie's ass.

I found myself getting very close. Freddie's body was literally hopping on the bed. I was getting incredibly worked up; I could never remember have this incredible combination of wonderful, excruciating pain and fantastic release as I finally shot my load into the condom. I continued to thrust and tried to drive my cock right through the top of fucking Freddie's head. It had to be the biggest load of my life and it felt so fucking great as I strained to get the last drop of my cum into that rubber.

Chapter 5

This had to be the most fucking fearsome experience ever! Freddie was one fucking great lay. It was without a doubt the best fucking sex I ever had in my life. Freddie was an incredible partner and one hot little kid. He hugging me with all his might and kissing my shoulder and face and any other place that he could reach.

We were both incredibly wet from sweat (and other fluids). I picked my head up and kissed him slowly and softly on the lips. I then slowly pulled my limp dick out of Freddie's hole and he gave out a great big sigh as I did. I sat up on my haunches and he also sat up. He unrolled the condom from me and tied the end. This kid was experienced all right. He then proceeded to lick up the cum still clinging to my dick. He did a very thorough job of it.

"Want to take a shower together, Freddie?"

"Yeah, if you wanna shower with me," he answered in a low voice while looking away from me.

"Why wouldn't I want to shower with you, sweetheart?"

"Well, you know, I'm not all that, you know, wannable."

"I don't understand what you're saying, Freddie. What do you mean 'wannable'?"

"You know, people don't want me around them. They usually throw me out onto the street after we have some sex together. They say… they say I'm dirty and I'm scum and I'm diseased. Some of 'em don't even give me any money for what I did for 'em." He began to cry again and soon his entire body was wracked with sobs. "I'm not diseased! I'm not!" he shouted through his sobs.

"What do you mean, honey? I still don't understand."

"Of course you understand!" he said rather vehemently. "My clothes stink and so do I. I'm not wanted by people. Not by nice people. Like you." He threw his arms in the air. "I am scum! I been told that often enough by enough grown ups!" He jumped off the bed and grabbed his clothes and before I could move or say anything he ran out the door of the room and into the hallway. He was completely naked and clutching his clothes. I threw on my shorts and ran after him.

He was halfway down the hall, dressing himself on the fly, so to speak, as he walked quickly towards the exit. I caught up with him and grabbed him from behind. I picked him up. He was thrashing about trying to get out of my grasp. He was still mostly naked and looked very funny with his clothes half on and half off. I carried him without any problem back to our room and closed the door. I practically threw him on the bed. He tried to scramble off but I held him down.

"Lemme go!" he shouted. "Lemme go, you motherfucker!"

My voice was firm but not loud or threatening. "Freddie, we have to talk, and I want to do it now! You understand me? And stop the cursing!"

"No! I wanna go now you shit!" he screamed at me.

"No! I will not let you go now and I will not put up with anymore bullshit from you! Now calm down and we'll talk! Do you understand me?"

He just glared at me and continued to do so until he calmed down some. "What we gonna talk about?" he asked with a sneer.

"You!"

"Me?"

"Yes, you. We have to talk about you, but first we have to shower. We both still stink from the sex. And I want us to shower together. Is that understood? We will shower together!"

Freddie just looked up at me with those enormous blue eyes and nodded his head slightly. I think his eyes looked so big because his face was so thin and gaunt.

"Good!" I said as I smiled at him. I took his small hand in mine and gently rubbed it. I wanted to make him feel wanted because obviously this was not something too common in his life. He calmed down and I think he was starting to feel good about me, but mostly I think he began to feel good about himself.

"Now, lets get undressed all over again and we'll take that shower together. Okay?"

He nodded once again and began to take off his clothes. I took off my shorts and took his hand and we walked into the bathroom together. We both peed before stepping into the shower.

Now, I like very hot showers; I find them to be both relaxing and stimulating. When he stepped into the enclosure, Freddie started to scream. "It's too hot!" he yelled. I realized that the very hot water was hurting the sores and scratches on his back, and I immediately turned up the cold water.

"Is that better honey?" I ask soothingly.

He nodded and smiled up at me. "Will you wash me, please?" he asked in a plaintive voice.

"Sure I will, Freddie. Sure, love. I'd love to wash you."

"Do a very good job on me please."

"I will do the best job I know how, Freddie my love."

I wet Freddie down thoroughly including his hair. I took some of the motel supplied shampoo (in one of those fucking little packets) and apply it to his hair. I worked it up into a real good lather and gently massaged his scalp, giving him a real good rub.

"Oh, that feels so-o-o good," Freddie said in a rather sexy voice.

"I'm glad you like it, sweetie. I like playing with your body – all of your body."

"You will play with all of it, won't you?" he asked in a wistful voice.

"Absolutely, my beautiful Feddie," I said very reassuringly.

After rinsing his scalp, I lathered up one of the washcloths with one of those shitty little bars of soap they supply. I eventually worked up a good lather on the cloth and washed his face, ears and neck and then rinsed them off thoroughly. I began to wash his body, starting with his shoulders and back. I was very careful about washing his back because of the numerous scratches and scars that he had. I felt so sorry for this kid and the bad shit he's probably gone through.

I washed his ass cheeks very thoroughly, down his legs and then I turned him around and began to wash down his entire front. I did a particularly thorough job on his little genitals. They were so cute and delicate I couldn't get enough of them. I just stared and stared at them. Freddie was sporting a boner of course and he looked so fucking adorable – all of him looked so cute. I dropped the cloth and washed him real good with my hands. I got down on my knees and continued to let my hands play strongly all over his incredibly hot and enticing body.

I pushed a finger up his hot little chute while I actively play around his little package with my other hand. My soapy finger made entry into his little ass chamber so much easier. It was fun moving all around his little insides and Freddie seemed to like it very much judging from all the moaning and squirming around he was doing.

I carefully rinsed him off, even getting some of the hot water up his tight little ass hole and rinsing it out with my finger. I lowered my head so that I could suck on his little package once again. He seemed to delight in my attention to his little boy parts. And I just adored doing it to him. Every part of this boy was adorable. When I had the whole works in my mouth I sucked as hard as I could. I still had my finger up his ass and Freddie was just loving the sucking and the fucking. He had another dry come and his movements were really wild; I had to hold on to him so that he would not fall over and hurt himself.

When he's opened his eyes he moved forward and kissed me hard on the lips. I returned his passionate kiss. Then it hit me like a ton of bricks. I love the little guy. I love him very much. I'm fucking in love with him. He's the first little kid I ever had sex with that I had such strong feelings for.

I used both arms and hugged him tightly to my body. I squeezed him very hard hoping that I was not hurting him or breaking something inside of him; he was just so frail looking and seemed so delicate.

When we separated, he just stared at me with those big, blue eyes and I noticed that he was crying. With the shower on and all the tears were hard to see, but I felt it from his body. He was really crying – again.

I took him into my arms and tried to sooth him. "What's wrong, sweetheart?"

He gasped a few times, trying to get his composure. When he was calm enough he managed to croak out, "You're so nice to me. You make me feel so good. I love you. I love you so very much."

I was stunned shitless! Freddie had just confessed to me that he was in love with me, not thirty seconds after the realization hit me that I was hopelessly in love with him! What an incredible coincidence!

But why was he in love with me? And why was I in love with him? It was all too fucking much to try to analyze while standing here in the shower holding on to him. This filthy mall urchin that I had picked up locally and wanted to use and abuse for a night a hot boy sex had suddenly become very, very important to me.

He had his arms wrapped around me and I was clinging desperately to him. I kissed him again to try to quiet his crying. But still I held on to him tightly and he clung to me. We realized that we desperately needed each other.

Chapter 6

Christ! What a mess!

When we broke our clinch I looked at Freddie's wet face. He looked beautiful to me – as radiant as an angel and twice as gorgeous. I pushed his hair back and kissed him hard on the lips.

"I love you, Freddie," I heard myself saying.

He started bawling again, but now it was really in high gear! "What's the matter, Freddie my love?" I asked him in the most soothing tone of voice I could manage.

He just shook his head and continued to bawl. I held him close to me again after I finished washing and rinsing myself (after all that was the reason we were in the shower). I turned off the water and grabbed a towel to quickly dry myself off. I took another towel, completely wrapped it around Freddie and carried him into the room. I sat down bare assed on the bed and held Freddie on my lap.

I was slowly rocking him back and forth, whispering soothing words in his ear and rubbing him gently through the towel while drying him off. He continued to cry and his nose was running something fierce but he put his face into my neck and nuzzled me. He got me all wet with tears and snot. This was a very lovable kid who had been dealt a really shit hand.

How did I know that? He had told me nothing about himself except his first name. I knew absolutely nothing about Freddie. How did I know that he was what I thought him to be? The questions kept coming to my mind. Did he have a home? Did he have parents? Where did he come from? What was he doing slutting at the mall? How many men and boys had he had sex with? It was all too much, too fucking much!

Freddie finally slowed his crying down and lifted his head away from my neck. I was a mess. He was a mess. I wiped his face and nose with part of the towel and smiled at him. He managed to smile back.

"I think it's time for sleep, Freddie. We both need it. Want to hit the sack?"

He nodded his head and then walked over to where his clothes were piled on a corner of the bed and picked them up. It appeared that he was going to get dressed. He put on his grungy underwear. "Got to get that stuff washed," I thought to myself. I still didn't understand why he was getting dressed when I said it was ready to go to sleep. This kid had me totally confused.

"What's up Freddie?" I asked.

He just looked at me with the great blue eyes, then looked down at the floor. "I'll be going now," he said in a low and seemingly hurt voice.

"No, Freddie! You don't have to go. Why are you going? What's wrong, honey?"

"You don't want me in bed with you." He said this as a statement of fact. "I'd better be going."

"No! Please Freddie, don't go! Come into the bed with me. Sleep with me tonight, love."

"You really don't want me in bed with you," he repeated. "I'll just get going. Okay?"

"No, it's not okay! Please tell me why you won't come into bed with me. Freddie…" I paused to collect my thoughts. "Freddie I want you to stay with me. I really do want you with me to stay and to be with me all the time. As I told you before, I love you kid."

Freddie ran into my arm and hugged me tightly. I kissed him on the top of his head and hugged him to my naked body. I immediately started to get hard again. This kid was like an aphrodisiac to me. He started to whimper again and I could feel that he was going to cry once more.

"Freddie, please don't start crying again. Please. Lets talk you and me, without all the crying this time. Okay?"

He nodded again. "Okay," he said in a very small voice.

"Now what's all this business of you leaving?"

He looked up at me with that beautiful face of his. His lips were quivering and he was fighting very hard not to cry. "I wet the bed." He was barely audible but I caught every word.

"You wet the bed?" He nodded. "When you sleep?" He nodded again. "Do you do it every night?" He shook his head. "Then why do you think you'll wet it tonight?"

"It always happens after I have sex." He was looking particularly miserable and it was breaking my heart. Absolutely breaking my heart.

"Freddie, sit next to me." He did what I asked. I put my arm around him and squeezed him close to me. "Freddie, remember when we were in the shower and I told you I love you and you told me that you love me?" He nodded and got a small smile on his face. "Well, it's the truth. I do love you and nothing you can say is going to change that. Do you understand?" He nodded again and this time the smile on his face got bigger.

He hugged me again. "I love you too, so much, Tigerboy, 'cause nobody's treated me better'n you and I been with a lotta men and nobody's been nicer to me than you. You seem to really care about me and like me. Sometimes when I sleep with guys after we have some sex I wet the bed when I sleep and they see it and they beat me and throw be outta the room even without my clothes sometimes."

I slowly petted his hair and back. "I'm sorry to hear that, Freddie; I'm sorry that you have been treated so badly. I'm never going to do anything like that because we love each other and people who love each other take good care of the other person."

Freddie moved his hand to my hard cock and gently began to stroke it. I started to feel absolutely wonderful. "You really don't care that I wet the bed? 'Cause it can be pretty awful."

"Freddie, I accept everything that you are, just as I hope you accept everything that I am. Okay?"

"Yeah, okay!" He was quite but continued to play with my dick. What an incredible feeling he created as he slowly moved his hand over the head of my cock, rubbing in the precum that was leaking out. Then he looked up at me. "Can I give you another blow job and then can we go out to the diner and get something to eat again?"

Chapter 7

But while Freddie was giving my cock and balls a good work over, I kept thinking about him and his gaggle of problems. He couldn't read, he wet the bed, he was malnourished, he was a street kid, he was abused and he loved me. This last one really got to me. He was in love with me. And I was in love with him! What the fuck could I do about that? And he probably hasn't been to a doctor in god knows how long! Shit! Expenses, expenses, expenses!

What the fuck was I worrying about money for? It's amazing how I worry about things that I have no business worrying about. Money was the least of my problems. The number one problem right now was how big an orgasm I was going to have because Freddie was doing things to me that I thought were fucking impossible. Number two was what was I going to do with him after we checked out of this motel tomorrow morning.

But first things first. Freddie was doing an incredibly marvelous job on me. His small hot tongue was finding every crevice from my waist down. He bathed my entire crotch area with his tongue and mouth, diving into the crevice at the top of my thighs and sucking and nipping on my pubic hairs. He moved between licking and sucking on my crotch area and sucking and licking on my cock. Back and forth, back and forth he went. He could take the entire length of my cock like a champ. It just felt so fucking good having my cock in his mouth. I could feel that small tongue and very hot mouth of his working and working and working the entire length. His attention to the head was marvelous – this kid knew what to do and did not hesitate in doing it! The head of my cock had never felt better in my life and I knew it was going to fucking explode and disintegrate when Freddie was finished with it.

He was now working on three separate areas – my cock, my crotch and my ass hole. Jeez, this kid was talented! He was lapping at my ass with his hot little tongue and it felt just marvelous; he was really slobbering it up good with his saliva. I could never remember being hotter than this even though I had already come a few times tonight.

Freddie continued his great servicing of my sex areas and did it ever feel incredible! He returned to my cock and sucked it with more suction than he had before. Maybe it was because he had built up his strength with all the food he had eaten. I knew I did not have too much time remaining before I would explode with another earth shatter orgasm. I was moaning loudly and I felt as if every cell in every muscle in my body, every neuron in my brain, every drop of blood in my veins was directly connected to my raging cock.

And then it happened! An orgasm of such immense proportions that I knew, I fucking knew, that my entire bodily strength was rushing out of my dick and into Freddie's mouth and down his throat. I know I screamed out at least twice, maybe more. My body was bouncing all over the fucking bed. I was amazed the Freddie still had my dick in his mouth and was sucking and sucking. This kid must have been a contortionist! I then realized that Freddie also had one of his little fingers up my ass, and was wiggling it around. It felt super and I'm sure it contributed to the overall great sensation of this enormous orgasm. I know it was just immense! Even when I fucked Freddie earlier that night, the sensation was not as great than as the one I was now having. It felt like the absolute culmination of years of jacking off and fucking and being sucked off. It was absolutely unreal!

When I finished the screaming and thrashing, I slowly opened my eyes and saw Freddie still bent down over my crotch. He picked his head up and gave me a big smile.

"That was a big 'un, huh Tigerboy?"

"Yes, Freddie," I said as soon as I found my voice. "I think that was the biggest of my life."

"I guess it was. It sure felt huge to me. I couldn't believe the amount of cum ya pumped out. It was a very lot and specially since ya'd cum so many times 'ready tonight."

"You do it to me, Freddie. You're a great lover and you know exactly what to do to get me very, very hot."

Freddie just smiled and crawled up into my arms that I was holding out wide for him. We kissed each other and cuddled. I pulled the sheet up over us. I tickled him on his body and into his armpits. He laughed and squirmed all over me. It was so great to see him happy and laughing after we ha started the night with terror in his eyes. I kissed him all over his head and shoulders and any part of his body I could reach.

"Can we go 'n eat now?" he asked between gasps for breath.

"You want to eat again? God, Freddie, that's all you've been doing all night long!" I said in mock tones.

"No I ain't. I been doin' other things to, if ya remember," he said with a sexy leer on his face. "And yeah, I do wanna go eat again. Okay?"

"Okay, okay," I said with mock resignation in my voice. "Let's get dressed and see if the diner has any food left after your last visit."

Freddie laughed and I felt so good to see this kid happy. He was so adorable when he smiled and laughed that it just went straight to my heart. I knew I was so desperately in love with him that it hurt me, it physically hurt me. I blew my mind when I realized how Freddie and I had come to love each other so much. And it hurt when I thought of what I must do tomorrow after I checked.

When we got to the diner the waitress greeting us as old friends and we sat in our 'usual' booth. Freddie again ordered lots of food and ate it all. This was one very, very hungry kid; I wondered when was the last time he had eaten so much food in such a short time.

"You're going to have trouble sleeping with all that food in your stomach, Freddie," I said with a big smile on my face.

"Uh uh," he replied. "I sleep better when my tummy is full than when it's empty and grumblin'."

When we got back in the motel room, I undressed again (how many times had I dressed and undressed tonight?) and got under the covers. I told Freddie to join me.

"Are you sure?" he questioned, his eyes looking at the floor. "After what I told ya earlier?"

"Absolutely!" I said with assurance. "I want to sleep with you and I think that you want to sleep with me. Right?"

"Yeah, I wanna sleep with ya, Tigerboy."

"Okay then, come on!"

He slipped his clothes off quickly and jumped into bed with me. I was on my back and Freddie snuggled close up to me. He put one hand across my chest and threw his legs over mine. I could feel his diminutive cock and balls pressing against my side. I was starting to get hot again and could feel my cock swelling. I looked at him closely – at that beautiful face, with his eyelids drooping, his lips slightly parted, a small smile playing across them. I kissed him lightly on those luscious lips. I shut the lights; Freddie was almost immediately asleep. I could hear his regular, slow breathing and that whining sound again coming from his chest.

I lay there, staring at the ceiling and watching the pattern of the car headlights creating various patterns through the Venetian blinds and thin drapes. My mind was a jumble of thoughts and ideas about Freddie and me, and about what kind of future we could have together. I knew what I had to do in the morning – that I had decided earlier in the evening. The telephone calls would be the hardest part. But I really needed to make them and then run some errands. Did I have the courage to do them all? Would I be able to get everything that needed to be done finished in time? Would Freddie ever forgive me for what I was about to do?

Chapter 8

When I awoke, the sun was streaming through the blinds and the drapes. I was facing away from Freddie, on my left side. I woke up feeling great and completely refreshed. I remember pleasantly the hot, hot night of untamed boy sex we had had and what a wonderful and loving partner Freddie was. I figured there was enough time to have one more session before we had to leave. I rolled over to face Freddie.

I sat up quickly! Fuck! Oh, fucking shit! He wasn't there! Oh, God! Oh, my God! Freddie was gone. His clothes were gone, his shoes were gone, everything was gone. Oh, shit! My Freddie was gone! What was I to do now? Oh, Freddie! My lovely Freddie! My poor Freddie!

I started crying. I just sat on the edge of the bed, held my head in my hands, and cried! What did that stupid fucking kid do? Did he run away? Shit! After all we had told each other? That I loved him? That he loved me? God, what a fucking mess!

I must have cried for about ten minutes. I know that I was completely wrung out after I finally slowed down and eventually stopped. I suddenly began looking for my wallet. It was on the dresser. Thank god! I grabbed it and began going through it. All the cash I had with me was gone. My credit cards were all there as was my student ID and other important stuff. Thank god for large favors! I figured Freddie got about close to $100. I'm sure he needed the money and I was going to give him some anyway, so it was no big loss.

The telephone calls I was going to make were now out the window. No urgency to make them now. I needed a shower before making any more decisions. I must've stayed in that shower for a good thirty minutes and used up most of the motel's hot water. But it did relax me and it helped me think a bit more clearly. I dressed quickly and checked out.

I roamed around the mall where Freddie and I had met yesterday. I was looking for him in all the usual places – video arcades, toy stores, food court. No Freddie. I asked some of the kids who looked familiar if they had seen him, but they all told me they hadn't seen him since yesterday.

I needed some comforting and a shoulder to cry on. I decided to drive to see my brother and his family over in Bucks County. My sister-in-law Jen was a great listener. Also, seeing my three little nieces always made me feel good. I called Julian before I left the mall. He had his usual snide comments to make, but he said I could come over.

All I could think about on the drive was the incredible night with Freddie and how he must be in someone else's bed right now. Suddenly I started playing worse case scenarios in my mind – Freddie being raped, Freddie being tied up and whipped until he was bloody, Freddie being forced to take a humungous cock down his throat and choking to death. At one point I was getting such vivid pictures of Freddie being tortured and brutalized that I saw his little body lying beside a highway; I had to pull off to the side of the road for a few minutes.

When I finally got to my brother's house, my niece Wendy ran out to greet me. I picked her up and threw her in the air. Her sister Patricia came running out and I picked her up too. I marched into the house with one under each arm. My brother Julian came over to greet me followed by his wife Jenny carry their latest addition little Nicole. I kissed Jenny and we all walked to the back yard – except for the two girls; I was still carrying them.

"You gonna stay for dinner?" Wendy asked of me.

"If your mommy invites me, Wendy."

"Consider yourself invited," Jen said. "What'll it be, chicken or steak?"

"Make it a steak medium rare."

Julian walked into the house to get things ready for the barbecue. Jenny was still holding Nicole, who was fast asleep; the other two girls were playing in the yard.

Jenny moved closer to me. "What wrong? You look like hell. Bad weekend at the malls?"

I just stared at her absolutely open mouthed. "W-w-w-w-what?" I stammered in response.

"I know all about your fondness for… uh… shall we just say under aged male companionship?"

"How the hell do you know? Did my ass hole brother tell you?"

She nodded. "Of course he did. Julian and I have no secrets from each other… I think. He told me about the two of you doing it together when you were young."

"Did he tell you about him plowing my ass all night long?"

"As a matter of fact he did. He told me about all your adventures together."

"Even Eagle Rock Falls?"

She nodded her head. "And also Freedom Lake and the weekend your folks…"

"Okay, okay. So you know everything."

She looked at me with sincerity in her eyes and smiled a bit. "Hey, it's not really such a big deal. Julian and I are very honest with each other. I would like you to be that way with me too. So, tell me, what happened this weekend to put you in such a foul mood?"

I started to tear up and blurted out the whole thing, from meeting Freddie in the mall to what happened when I woke up this morning. She listened patiently and asked a few questions during my retelling of the events. "I'm really at a loss, Jen. I felt I loved him and that he loved me. I even went so far as planning on calling Julian this morning and finding out how I can adopt a kid. Now everything is up in smoke."

She rubbed my shoulder gently. "Okay, so it didn't work out. I'm positive you'll find someone else and be very happy. It's time toget on with things. The semester is coming to a close, there are final exams, then you'll go back to St. Louis for the summer and…"

"I'm not going back this summer, Jen. I going to stay in this area and maybe find work in Philadelphia – something that I like doing, not farting around in dad's office for another summer, being a glorified office boy because I'm the son of the CEO."

"Good for you. That's what Julian did and I'm very proud of him for doing it." She continued smiling at me and I began to feel a little bit better.

The evening was pleasant, the food and wine were great and I left after tucking Wendy and Patricia into bed and reading them a story. Jen walked me to my car. She gave me a kiss on the cheek. "Take care of yourself; and please remember that I'm always here if you need me"

I smiled at her, hopped into the ol' Honda and drove back to campus.

The last few weeks of the semester were extremely busy, as they usually are. There were papers to write, exams to study for and weekends to unwind. I didn't bother going to any malls after that weekend with Freddie – my heart was just not in it.

My roommates (or rather suitemates, since we shared a large living area surrounded by small bedrooms) were great guys and very friendly. I had known them since my freshman year and we had become quite close. On the Sunday night just before final exams were to begin, I walked into the suite returning from a heavy study session at the library.

Thom greeted me at the door. "There's someone here to see you – in your bedroom."

I dropped my books and slowly opened my bedroom door – and fucking near died! There was Freddie sitting in a chair and looking like my worst case scenario come to life. He was covered in blood and had multiple cuts and bruises. He was doubled over and looked like he was in considerable pain. His clothes were in shreds.

He began to cry to second he saw me. "I'm so sorry, Tigerboy," he managed to croak out. "I'm so sorry for this." I picked him up and hugged him to my body and kissed him all over his blood-covered face

Chapter 9

I immediately called my sister-in-law Jen when I first saw Freddie and his condition. She had done a lot of pro bono work for women and children's shelters and knew of various out of the way hospitals and doctors who could be very discrete.

The doctors who treated Freddie seemed very nice and tried to reassure me that Freddie would be just fine. His face was a mess; his eyes were blackened and his scalp all cut up. A few deep ones needed plenty of stitches to close them. He had four broken ribs and a broken wrist. He had internal injuries that necessitated removal of his spleen and further re-constructive surgery – all of which was explained to me in great detail and which I did not understand.

I was with him in the recovery room after his surgery. Freddie was sleeping; he wasn't in a coma, which was great news. The doctor said he didn't have any serious head damage although he had been bleeding very heavily from his head.

Freddie would occasionally open his eyes and try smiling at me. He was obviously in a lot of pain. I felt so sorry for him but that was tempered by the thought of how he had run away from me at the motel. If he had stayed this wouldn't have happened to him. But I couldn't hold that against him too much. It was probably how he always did things.

At one point he opened his eyes and started crying. "What hurts, Freddie?"

"My dick and balls hurt a lot. And my chest hurts too."

"Well, sweetheart, your chest hurts because you have some broken ribs which are now taped up. And the doctors had to do some surgery on you. Your dick hurts because whoever did this to you also hurt your dick and balls bad and the doctor had to catheterize you."

"What's that?"

"They had to put a tube up your dick so that you could piss okay."

"Are my dick and balls hurt bad?" he choked out.

"The doctor says they'll be fine in a very short time."

"Really? They're so small I don't want anything bad to happen to 'em."

"I'm sure they'll be just fine, Freddie. And they're not so small; they are the absolutely right size for a kid like you." I paused and looked at him directly in the eye. "Freddie, just how old are you?"

"I told you I was eleven, but I'm not. I lied to you. I'll be… I'll be ten in two months."

Freddie started crying harder. "Where does it hurt, baby?"

He just started to shake his head. "It's not that! It's I'm just a real shit, ain't I? I lied to you and I stole from you and I ran away and you were so nice to me and…"

"Shh, baby. I know, I know. You did a lot of bad things but everything is going to be all right. I'm here and the doctors are here and everything will be okay."

"And then I went back with those guys and I knew this was goin' t'happen again…"

"Yes, love. I understand. I understand. Freddie, how did you know where to find me?"

"I 'membered seeing your ID when I took the money from your wallet and I 'membered it when they beat me up so bad and…"

"Yes, yes, sweetheart. I promise you, things will be very good for you from now on. You will come and live with me and I take care of you and you'll go to school like a kid your age is supposed to do and you'll eat regular and do a lot of other kid things."

He started tearing up again and asked in a half whispered half choked voice, "That mean we won't have any more, you know, sex together?"

"Do you want us to have sex together?" I whispered back.

"Oh, yes! It was the best! I want it very much. You were so kind to me and good to me and you took care of me and you asked me what I wanted and all. I really love you so much."

"Then we will do it again, as soon as you're strong enough. Okay?"

He nodded. Then he whispered, "The sex was great, wasn't it Tigerboy?"

I smiled at him again and I nodded my head vigorously. I kissed him lightly on the lips. "Now go back to sleep, love. I'll just sit here and hold your hand if it's okay with you."

He nodded and closed his eyes. In a few minutes he was asleep. I just sat there, held his hand and wondered about our future together. If we had a future together! I had to admit I loved him and the sex was absolutely fantastic – the best I'd ever experienced. Freddie was such a loving and willing partner – and so fucking knowledgeable in the ways of man/boy sex. And he was also a great kid – or so I thought from knowing him for really less than a day.

I looked at him sleeping with his little body all bandaged. I lifted the sheet and looked at his crotch. It was so horribly bruised and so heavily bandaged, with that tube coming out of the middle of the bandages.

"Oh, my little Freddie. My lovely Freddie. Will I really be able to have you with me all the time? Will Jen and Julian be able to do what I want them to do? Christ, I hope so! It seems like such a long shot, though. I need you, Freddie, I need you so much in my life."

Epilogue

We lived together for one year after Freddie was released from the hospital. He made a slow but quite steady recovery. He regained his sexual ability rather quickly and we had a wonderful year of great and fulfilling sex together.

We always slept together with Freddie usually cuddled into me and his head on my chest. I could feel his little dick and balls pressing into my body; for a long time his he just could not perform. I knew I had to let him make a full recovery, both physically and psychologically. He needed lots of rest. I did a lot of masturbating during this period and sometimes Freddie would help me.

Our sex life was wonderful after his recovery. Actually, he wanted to have sex before he was fully better and I could not resist his pleas. The first time I was very worried about injuring him again, but when he came into the living room of our apartment wearing nothing but a half tee shirt and wiggling his little dick and ass at me and I just couldn't resist. He gently took my hand and led me into the bedroom. He had decorated it with flowers and candles and it was charming – like a bridal chamber.

It had been so long and I was so hungry for Freddie's really hot body. I played with and sucked his little package ravenously being very careful not to hurt him in any way. I licked his hot little boy ass with tremendous appetite. Freddie was like a wild animal and I wasn't much better. It was a fabulous night and I fucked his tight little ass with gusto and uncontrolled passion. It was marvelous to have my Freddie back and we slept wonderfully afterward.

He was a good kid, not that smart but a wonderful and helpful person and partner. I say partner, because Freddie was not only a fabulous sex partner but also he was a great housekeeper. He kept our apartment so neat and clean it was amazing. It was neater than my parents' home, and they had live in help. He was also a very good cook.

Freddie had a lot of trouble with schoolwork. He was dyslexic and had ADD; this slowed down his progress tremendously. But he fought hard to overcome these problems and with the help of medication, special education classes and therapy he managed to make good headway.

One of the last things we did before moving to California was to visit the mall where I had first met Freddie all those months ago. Some of the boys recognized him and asked how he was feeling. They had all heard about his terrible beating. He introduced me to them as his "Dad" and it made me very proud. There were a couple of new boys that Freddie didn't recognize and he warned them about some men they might meet. They all wished us well in our new lives in California.

I was very upset seeing all these mall boys and wondering what would happen to them and what would be their future. Freddie was lucky to have escaped this environment.

As we left the mall I carried Freddie to the car. I was so proud of him and his progress and accomplishments. And I was supremely happy we were together and we were a family, albeit a rather unconventional one. But if one defines a family as a loving and caring and nurturing unit, then we are one. And a very good one. Aren't we?

The End