Chapter 1
The Boy in the Dumpster

Women don't interest me at all. They could strip in front of me in a parking lot and I wouldn't even get aroused. So, you might think I'm simply gay. Well, guys can get me aroused, and I had an encounter or two from when I was a teenager and into my early 20s, but what I really like is boys. Young boys. I'm talking ages 5 to 10 is perfect. Hell, anything under 12 would get my motor running.

So, yes, I am a boy-lover, and I am a single 25-year-old man. I lost count of how many times I've been to a beach or water park, just to see if I could catch a glimpse of a swimsuit bulge, or catch a boy in the bathroom. I came close to getting in trouble a couple of times by people who caught me staring. I just pretended I needed glasses and couldn't see my hand in front of my face. I do wear glasses, just not at the beach or a water park.

Now, don't get me wrong. Granted, I could take a little boy and suck his penis in a heartbeat, or shove my cock in his tight ass. But I want more than that. I want to cuddle, and kiss, and make him feel safe at night. I want to help him in life, and sex would just be the icing on the cake. Hell, if I could, I would marry him and have a real relationship with him.

I don't look or act feminine and most people would not even know that I am gay. There are some men that have an aura about them that you can tell. I should know. I can usually detect them, or maybe it's just me. But I'm not one of those guys that you can tell by just looking at them.

In fact, 6 months ago some friends talked me into going out with them and set me up; with a woman. I mean, I'm a 25-year-old man who has never had a long-term relationship. I'm very gentle and kind, or so I've heard. I'm not a stud, I've got a slight beer belly and need glasses, but I'm not a horror show, either. So, you can imagine their surprise when I told all of them I was gay.

I couldn't exactly tell them I was a boy-lover. Gay is the closest thing people can relate to. I also live in the mid-west where being gay isn't as common as in California or some other states. So, lucky for me, none of them knew any single gay men to hook me up with.

I also don't know crap about the dark web. I heard you might be able to see some real kiddie porn there but it's mostly feds trying to set you up. I have seen nudist videos with boys, and drawings or CGI images, or stories only. I've never touched a boy on his private parts, and would be scared to death to even try it.

Well, this is the story of how I met my future lover.

It was a Friday night. The sky was gray and bleak. It was almost summer time. School would be out in about a month. That meant I would be able to go down to the beach or water park and start gazing at some boy-crotches. I've gotten pretty good at making it look like I was looking at something else.

I realized that I was in the mood for a quick burger. Sure, I had stuff to eat at home, but sometimes you just have those cravings. I think everyone gets them. Now, getting a burger on a Friday night might not be the wisest choice. But I was determined.

So, I drove up to Mickey D's, the popular fast food chain. The drive-through was backed up to the street, but inside was a little better. I saw only one parking spot and it was right next to the dumpster. When I got out of my car, I smelled the stench of the trash.

Since all I had to do was go in, order and pay for my food, wait for it, then leave, I figured I'd be out of there before half of the cars in the drive-through even got to order their food. I thought it was the perfect plan.

I'll spare you the boring details of waiting in line, and such. I got my burger, fries, and cola, then went out the door and started towards the back of the store where my car was.

I passed a worker who had just delivered a fresh batch of trash to the dumpster, and was returning through the back door. I glanced over and saw this kid starting to climb into the dumpster. The kid was hard to see in the dim light, but he looked dirty and had matted hair that went to his shoulders. It was hard to tell the color of the hair or even the face, with all that dirt and grime, under the dim light.

The kid started up the dumpster and scaled it flawlessly. He had obviously climbed these many times before. The kid looked to be about 6 or 7 years old. I walked a little closer, and just as the leg crested the top of the dumpster, I got a quick glance of a flaccid uncut penis and marble sized balls up the leg of the shorts he was wearing. He didn't seem to be wearing any underwear.

That was how I knew for sure he was a boy. With his long hair, I might have guessed he was a girl. He dove into the dumpster quickly. I picked up my pace and walked to my car, which was next to the dumpster. I could hear him rattling around in there.

"So, dumpster boy," I called out loudly, "every day we have choices to make. I have a fresh hot burger and fries, with a cola right here. Now, you have to choose whether to come out, and have the fresh stuff instead, or you can dig through the trash and find some half eaten, cold food that's probably wet and nasty."

There was an eerie silence. I heard no movement.

"Now, some choices come with a price. All I would ask is that you eat the stuff on the concrete curb here and listen to my second offer. I won't touch you or approach you. But I will offer you a better life."

There was silence again. The only sounds came from people moving in and out of the restaurant, and the occasional passing car on the street.

"I know you are in there. I saw you climb in and haven't heard you climb back out. I'm not coming after you. I'm not going to force you to do anything. I promise I won't ever hurt you."

I heard a little rustling in the dumpster, but then silence again. I waited for a full minute which seemed to last forever.

"I'll be at one end of the concrete thing and you can be at the other. If you don't like what I have to offer, you can always run away. But all I ask is that you have an open mind and at least consider my second offer."

I looked at the top opening of the dumpster and saw a hand grasp the side. Then the other hand followed. He jumped out and landed on the ground outside with practiced ease. With all the people at the fast food place, I was surprised no one came over or even saw him.

I set the food and drink on the ground at one end of the concrete and I went to the other end. He didn't sit down, but just stood there. Then he grabbed the food and quickly opened it up, then started to unwrap the burger. He scarfed it down like it he hadn't eaten in a while.

"Please slow down so I can give you my next offer. You obviously don't have the perfect life. You never know where you are going to sleep. You have to dive into dumpsters for your meals. You are probably chased out of one location and into the next over and over again."

I looked at him closely for the first time. He was wearing an oversized, ripped, and faded blue T-shirt. He had on tan shorts and two different sneakers. One was red, and the other was black. I didn't see any socks and the shoes looked too tight for his feet.

He was grimy all over. It was a mixture of brown and gray. He almost looked feral, and he smelled like the dumpster behind us. He looked at me suspiciously. I could tell he didn't trust me. Maybe he didn't trust men. Or maybe he didn't trust adults. But even in this light, his eyes were such a beautiful blue color, I fell in love at once.

Clearing my voice, I continued with, "Or, you can choose what I have to offer. You would have a nice warm bed. You would have a roof over your head. You would have at least three meals a day. Now, I would probably cut your hair, and clean you up. That would be the only condition of you living with me."

I was sure he had lice in his hair, or maybe even a tick or two, and I wouldn't lie to him; he needed a bath badly. I didn't even know if the kid knew how to take a bath. I couldn't assume anything. He may have been out here a long time. A lot of scenarios drifted through my head.

He started to eat very slowly, as if considering my offer.

"I'll tell you what, I'm going to get into my car and unlock all of the doors. If you want to take my offer, you just climb right in. If you don't, you can easily run away, and I'll probably never see you again."

Then I looked him straight in those dreamy blue eyes.

"I hope you come with me. I do promise never to hurt you. I can sense that trusting anyone is hard for you. But you have until everything is eaten before you have to decide. Take your time and freely choose what you want to do."

I stood up slowly and headed for my car. My heart was pounding hard in my chest. I unlocked the doors and sat behind the driver seat to watch him eat. He ate every bite slowly, his face looking like he was in deep thought. Each French fry eaten was almost painful to watch because I wanted him to go with me so badly.

Finally, every morsel had been eaten and the last sip of soda was gone. He stood up slowly, still looking like he might bolt.

With a distant look in his eyes, he headed for my car. I smiled but he never looked up at me. He looked like his mind was miles away.

Usually I'm a stickler for seat belts. but I thought I might scare him off if I reached over him, and I didn't want to push my luck. I was glad I lived close by. He just stared ahead, not saying a word. I wasn't sure what I was going to do with him. Would I call the DHS police? CPS? Would I try to hide him or adopt him? There were too many questions to answer at the moment. But I knew I had to gain his trust first.

"Well," I said, trying to make a one-sided conversation. "I'm sorry I called you dumpster boy. I didn't know how else to get your attention. I doubt you are ready to tell me your name, or even talk. So, may I call you DB for right now? Just nod your head."

He shrugged, still staring straight ahead, and then nodded yes. I turned down a suburban street. There were small houses on the street. Most houses had two or three bathrooms. Mine had two, but I had converted one into a computer room, or den if you prefer. My house was the smallest house on the block.

I did have a small yard in both the front and the back, and I had a privacy fence in the back. I often go nude during the day, so this was perfect for me. I also had a small porch in front of my house. I sometimes sit out there and watch the neighborhood kids play up and down the street.

I parked my car and got out. There are two chairs on my porch that I use to watch the world go by. The dumpster boy just sat in the passenger's seat. I opened the door for him.

"Please sit on one of the chairs outside. It would be impossible to clean that hair, so I am going to have to cut most of it off. I'm sorry for that. If you stay past 5 days, you can decide if you want it to grow back out or not."

His hair was a mess. It was long and thick. It was matted and dirty. I saw a flea jump from one spot onto my arm, and I killed it. Just the thought of all that in his hair made me itchy. He got up slowly and went over to the chair. He looked defeated, and kept glancing at the ground. I felt bad that I had to cut his hair. But there was just no way I could get that clean. He sat down hard on the chair. I was glad it was night and gloomy. No neighbors would see me.

I ran inside. I used to have a dog a few years ago, and I knew I still had the hair trimmer I used for him. The kit also had a pair of good scissors. It took me almost a minute to find it since I hadn't used it in so long. But after I retrieved it. I ran back outside. The boy was still there, and still staring at the ground.

I plugged the hair trimmer in, but didn't start it yet. I took the scissors and was lobbing off huge chunks of his hair, trying desperately not to pull or tug on it. I had to get it short enough, just to use the trimmers. The more I cut off, the less he looked like a girl. The pile of hair on the ground was growing huge.

I had to swat several fleas off my hands and arms while getting rid of all that hair. I felt so sorry for the dumpster boy. How long has he been itching and scratching? He didn't even seem to notice them. Has his life become so destitute that those didn't even bother him anymore?

After I cut off a lot with the scissors, I felt it was short enough to trim. I started up the trimmers and he never budged. It was like he really wasn't there. I put the level on one of the shortest settings. I could already see head lice in his hair, and that made me feel itchy. I figured it would be easier to get rid of those things if he didn't have much hair.

So, I did a basic buzz cut. This would mean his hair was only a fraction of an inch long at the most. But he did look a lot more like a boy now. Granted he looked like a dirty, grimy boy, but a boy nonetheless. I was able to shave off all of the live lice and fleas that I could see. I would still have to wash his hair to get rid of the eggs.

I took a deep breath and said, "Okay, DB, it's time to get you cleaned up. I'll lead you to the bathroom now."

I opened the door up and he got off the chair and went in. I went right to the bathroom and he didn't dawdle. I was glad about that. His clothes still had fleas and who knows what other bugs on them.

He stood on the tile floor, and I started the water heating. I was going to rinse him in the shower first, and then give him a proper bath. I made sure the water was nice and warm so I could clean him up properly.

The two different-colored shoes were not tied. The strings were tucked in the sides of his shoes. I figured that he didn't know how to tie his shoes. He was probably never taught. I couldn't help but feel sorry for him. The shoes were too tight and I had to really wiggle to get them off.

I got his feet out of the shoes and retrieved a bathroom trash bag.

"I'm going to get you new clothes and shoes, don't you worry about that, DB."

I was correct that he didn't have socks on. His feet were as grimy as the rest of his body despite always being in his shoes.

I took off his shirt next. It was a solid, faded, light blue. It had a large rip in the underarm and you could almost see his right nipple because of that. I lifted his shirt up and he raised his arms for me. He still stared off into the distance. He was very skinny, and I could see his rib cage. My heart ached for him; he looked so frail.

"Have you ever taken a shower before?" I asked. He shook his head no. I asked another question. "Have you taken a bath before?" He nodded his head yes, but with a shrug of his shoulders. I figured it must have been a long time since he had taken a bath.

Now it was time to get his pants off. My heart was in my throat. Part of me longed for this moment while another part just felt sorry for this poor boy. I eased the pants down and got a good look at his soft, uncut penis and marble-sized balls.

He had a hairless body, and I figured he was about seven years old. I was pretty good at judging ages, what with being a boy-lover and all. His flaccid penis was uncircumcised. I am circumcised and all the men I have been with had been also, but this was the first uncut penis I had seen up close.

It looked like an un-inflated balloon was on his penis. It draped over the head and the extra skin came to a point. It was about an inch and a half long, [c. 4 cm] soft. It was so cute just lying there like that. I had to turn away or I would have molested him right then and there.

He was dirty from head to toe. His clothing didn't seem to offer much protection against the dirt and grime. I put his clothes in the trash bag.

"Okay, please step into the shower." He stepped in and the water hit his head.

I took the shower wand off the hook and did a quick rinse of his body. The water cascaded down his young flesh. The bottom of the tub turned from white to a grayish brown color. I concentrated the rinse on his hair first. I ran my fingers through the short hairs, trying to remove all of the eggs and any bugs, then I rinsed off his head.

Next, I took a washcloth and wiped his face. I had to smile. He looked so good being nice and clean. He had a small, almost pig shaped nose, large blue eyes, with cute little cheeks and chin. He looked like an angel, and I was falling in love.

I took the spray and went to his back and chest, rubbing it with the washcloth. Even through the washcloth, his skin felt so soft. I was getting him nice and clean. I did his legs next, not wanting to touch his penis. I figured, just by the way he was acting, that that was what everyone did to him.

"Okay, let me get your butt."

He immediately bent over and pried his butt cheeks apart. He's done this before. One hand was on each butt cheek, and he hooked his index fingers towards his anus to pull it open as well. It was like he was presenting his asshole for me. He relaxed his muscles so his pucker would open a little.

I looked away from his sphincter. His butt did have dried shit on it. It must be hard to wipe clean without toilet paper. I took the washcloth and added soap this time. I had to rub a little hard to get his bubble butt clean of the dried shit, dirt, and grime…

But I didn't touch his anus. It was clean enough that I didn't have to. I stopped cleaning his butt, but he stayed bent over with his butt cheeks spread for me. I could see his adorable puckered hole.

"Um, you can let go now and stand back up."

He looked at me almost quizzically. But he let his butt go and straightened back up.

"Okay, I don't want to touch your penis. I figure enough men have forced themselves on you in the past. But I do need you to pull back your foreskin so I can rinse it."

He kept looking at me strangely, but he didn't hesitate. He pulled back the extra skin and my heart jumped a little, knowing I was staring at his hidden cock head. I took another deep breath to compose myself and rinsed it off.

I had to rinse out the bottom of the tub next. All of the grime and sludge was gone. He was a handsome little boy now. I started to fill up the tub with water.

"Okay, bath time. I have to get those lice-eggs out of your hair."

I pulled up how to get lice out on my phone. It was shampoo, a small comb, and a hair dryer that worked best. I had all three.

"Please sit down while the tub fills. I'll be right back."

He sat down and I took his dirty clothes and put them right in the trash bin outside my house. I shuddered at the thought of those clothes. I went back in and grabbed one of my T-shirts and a pair of swim trunks. It had a draw string, so I could cinch it up so it wouldn't just fall back down.

I returned and he was still in the water. I was satisfied with the water level so I turned off the tap. Soaping up a fresh washcloth, I handed it to him.

"Go ahead and clean the rest of your body while I work on your hair."

Taking the shampoo, I cleaned his head very carefully. It was obvious that he'd never bathed himself before. But he soon got the gist of it and started really lathering himself up.

He wasn't staring off into the distance now, but kept looking at me as if he thought I was going to do something else. But I just took my time washing as many of the lice eggs out as I could see. I did keep taking glances at his cute little cocklet in the water, though.

After about a half hour of washing and rinsing, he was clean. I emptied the tub, and knew I would have to rinse it out again. I dried him off and put my swim trunks on him first, pulling the draw string tight enough so they wouldn't just fall off. Then I put the solid green T-shirt on him.

He was quite adorable without all that grime and goop on him. I used the hair dryer and comb on him just in case I missed an egg or two. He never said a word and I began to wonder if he knew how to speak.

"Well; I do have a lot of food in the house. Would you like more to eat?"

I think that's the very first time I saw him smile. He had a sweet smile but didn't show his teeth. He nodded yes very enthusiastically, so I lead him into the kitchen for a bite to eat.

I gave him an orange and before I could grab anything else, he started to eat it, peel and all.

"You don't have to eat the skin of the orange; the middle part is good enough."

I guess you don't have to be picky when you are eating out of a dumpster. He didn't even seem to notice the bitter taste of the peel.

I fixed him a hot dog, and again he ate quickly. This time I didn't stop him. It didn't take long for his skinny belly to become full. He was not used to such quantities of food. But while he was eating, I did notice that one of his bottom teeth was gone. So, that meant I was right, he was about 7 years old.

After he was full, I cleaned up the kitchen.

"Well… do you want to watch some TV? You can have my bed for tonight and I'll sleep on the couch if you want."

He looked at me strangely again. Then he pointed to my crotch and then he pointed to his mouth. He was wondering if I was going to make him suck my cock.

"Oh, I'm not going to make you do that. That is something you do when you love somebody. It's not something you should be forced to do."

I did want to do it, don't get me wrong. I wanted him to twitch his little dry orgasm in my mouth. I wanted to make him feel good. But I knew it would be forcing him and that's not what I wanted. I sat on the couch and he sat down next to me.

I turned on a cartoon channel and he seemed mesmerized by it. He must not have had many chances to watch it in the past.

"May I check your hair for more bugs?" He nodded yes, so I ran my fingers through his hair, looking for bugs and eggs. I didn't see any.

As I looked through his hair, he put his head on my shoulder and soon he was breathing deeply. He had fallen asleep on me. It felt good. I had no clue what I was going to do with the boy, but I would worry about that next time. I settled back and fell asleep myself.

Chapter 2
Gaining Trust

That night I dreamt that he and I were in a church by an altar. The preacher was standing before us, but I never saw his face; my boy lover's gaze was upon his oh-so-blue eyes. I had never felt such a connection with anyone before, and now I was connecting with him in my dream.

The preacher said, "You may kiss your spouse."

He pressed his soft young lips to mine. His hand stroked my crotch and was easing its way into my underwear. My cock was getting hard. Then I woke up. He was not next to me.

I started to panic. Had he left? Did he sneak out during the night? It was morning and I didn't see him right away. Before I could get up and search for him, I heard the toilet flush. A rush of relief filled my heart. He had not left.

But this started me wondering something. Obviously, somebody had to care enough to potty train him. He knew about bathrooms and took care of his needs. Plus, he nodded yes to having taken a bath before. That must have meant somebody bathed him at some time in his life. I was hoping it was somebody who cared about him.

I waited for his return, and he came out stark naked. My eyes bulged out because he had an erection. It was 2 and a half inches [6.35 cm], his extra skin seemed to point right at me. He hung his head in a way that looked like some sort of respect, and pointed to his erection and then to my mouth.

At that point I had to make a choice. I wanted so badly to suck his little cocklet to a dry orgasm. I wanted to wrap my tongue around his penis and savor the experience. But I knew the timing was wrong. I had to take a deep breath. I was trying to look him in the eye, which was hard, because I wanted to stare at his cock.

"DB, that should be reserved for someone you love and trust. We just met. I have been kind to you and will continue to do so. But you do not have to present yourself to me. I want you to do that only out of love. I… I'm going to ask you to please put that away. You may jerk off in the bathroom if you wish."

He didn't seem to know what to do with me. I suspected that every man he had met before had abused and molested him, and I was bound and determined not to be counted among them. He walked back to the bathroom, and I watched his naked little butt wiggle away from me. I was hard as iron.

I calmed myself down, trying to not think about that cute butt. I was also trying my best not to think about his hard-little erection bobbing up and down as he walked. Damn, this was hard to do. But somehow, I managed to lose my erection. I stood up as he entered the room clothed in my swimsuit and T-shirt.

"Well, after breakfast, I'll take you to a store and get you some proper clothes. You can't wear that huge swimsuit and shirt all the time. I hope you like cereal," I said with pep.

He never said a word but simply pointed at a nice yellow banana.

"You want a banana? Hey, you can have any fruit here anytime you want." I handed him the banana and he peeled it, as I poured his cereal.

He looked at me with the peeled banana in his hand and smiled. It looked like a mischievous smile. He opened his mouth with his tongue out and he licked the banana. The banana was about 7 inches [18 cm] long and he was holding it by one end.

He pressed his tongue into the banana and slowly worked his way up to the rounded tip. When he got to the top of the fruit, he did six tiny little kisses around the top like one might do to a cock. He made loud kissing sounds as he did this. This boy was teasing me, but he was smiling so I did not dare to stop him.

My eyes were transfixed on his sultry action. My cock was rigid once again. He licked the banana from his hand to the top, and stopped to do some kissing several times. He made a moaning sound. I tried not to make one myself.

About an inch from the top, he was pressing his tongue into the banana hard enough to make an indentation. He was making the thing look like a cock. He went back to licking the entire thing until the natural creases of the banana were smooth. When he was done, it was slick and really looked like a cock. He even went to the crest of the banana and used his fingernail to carve out a pee-slit. I must have been breathing hard because his smile became larger.

Then he took the banana, opened his mouth wide, and took it easily down at least 4 inches [10 cm]. I saw his cheeks suck in and he was making a sucking sound. He added a moan to his action, and made sure to make a smacking sound when he withdrew the banana.

He kissed the top some more and lowered his eyes. He would have made a porn star proud. My cock twitched as I was imagining that the banana was me. Then he pushed more and more of it into his mouth. I could see his skinny neck start to bulge.

He had the entire 7-inch [18 cm] banana in his mouth. I was a little afraid it would break off and choke him, but he took his index finger and thumb and fished it back out very, very slowly.

"You're gonna kill me, kid," I joked.

He was giggling. Then he pointed to my obvious erection and then his mouth. It took me a second to get my bearings. He wanted it. I wanted it. But, I knew it was too soon.

"Oh my God, DB. It's too soon… I mean, you don't even know me. I don't even know you. Sex and blow jobs should be between two lovers. It should be with somebody they trust. I don't want you to think I'm just like all the other men who have made you do stuff like that. Damn… I'll be right back."

I went to my bathroom and closed and locked the door. I whipped out my cock and jerked it off into the toilet. All I could think about was his erection and his banana eating. Was he trying to seduce me? Did he want it or feel obligated to do it? I had to be strong for him.

After I cleaned up, I went back to the kitchen and he had finished his banana, but was still smiling. I think I made a major leap in the trust department. I wanted to adopt him. That would make more sense. If nothing ever happened, that would be okay. But he needed me and I needed him.

But I did recognize how ridiculous that might have been. A heterosexual couple has to go through many hoops to adopt in the United State. It is a long, drawn out process. And it's twice as hard for a gay couple to adopt. That is why so many gay couples go out of the country to adopt.

But I am a single gay man. Plus, he is a boy. If he were a girl, I might stand a better chance. People often assume if you are single and gay and want to adopt a boy, that you want sex with him. The crazy thing was, for me, that was true.

It seemed impossible, but I would try. It was the least I could do for this boy. But he had to trust me enough to let me contact the police and social services. So, I decided I would not do anything until the week was over.

After I cleaned up the breakfast dishes and put everything away, I was ready to take him to a thrift store. I figured I wouldn't run into anyone I knew there and have to answer hard questions about the boy – like what his name was. Plus, I could get him a lot more clothing since it was cheaper there.

We went to the nearest thrift store. This time I made sure he was buckled up. I went in first and DB was close behind. He was not staring off in the distance anymore, and I could see an occasional smile, and noticed a slight pep in his step. The T-shirt I gave him was long enough to reach his knees, so nobody saw he had oversized swimwear on.

The only person in the store was the worker reading a book behind the cash register. There were aisles of clothing on racks. Towards the right was a place you could try on clothes. The store was mostly clothing. There were some older toys, books, shoes, and even larger items in the back; but we were there for the clothes.

I searched over the racks of clothes and found the section for little boys. I led him over.

"Okay DB, pick out anything you want to try on. You need shirts, shorts, and pants. We'll try on shoes before we leave. I don't see any socks or underwear so I suppose we'll have to get those later."

He looked me right in the eye and shook his head no. I could tell by his gaze that he was serious.

"Y… you don't want underwear or socks?" He shook his head no again. I guess he never wore them before.

"Well, okay. I guess you don't have to wear them now. I've already taken so much from you – your hair and dumpster clothes – I don't see that hurting anyone. I won't make you wear them. I may try to convince you to try it later on, but this is enough for today."

His smile widened. It seemed important to him and I didn't see the purpose of making him do it. Besides, I needed to build his trust, and maybe underwear brought back bad memories. The fact he had not trusted me enough to speak did make me worry a little. I didn't even know if he could talk yet.

DB looked through the clothes. Some had pictures on them, some were plain. Soon he had a dozen shirts and I had to encourage him to pick out shorts and pants as well. When he was done picking his clothes he took me by the hand and lead me to the changing room.

I had not even considered he didn't know how to dress and undress himself. So far, I had helped him with every article of clothing. The dressing room would be snug with both of us in it; but I followed him in. There was a bench in the room, and a hook to hang the clothes on. I sat down.

He puckered his lips and kissed the air towards my direction. He started to sway his skinny hips and he began to remove his shirt. He turned and looked over his shoulder, and gave another kiss in the air. He began to wiggle his butt and work my swimwear down slowly, swaying his body.

"You are going to kill me. I hope you know that." I was erect, and because of his smile and playfulness, I just couldn't stop him. This was his idea of fun, and I just could not take that away from him. Not that I wanted to take it away. God, he was making me horny.

He was naked and bent over, and took each butt cheek in hand and massaged his own butt. He lifted his right hand and smacked his own bottom, playfully. He spread his ass cheeks and licked his index finger. He reached around and pushed it up his asshole easily.

"DB, please don't get me in trouble," I begged. I was worried the worker would come over and see what was going on. DB stood up and opened his legs. He was partially erect. He swung his waist forward and back, making his little cock slap his very skinny belly and swing between his legs in a long arc.

He was getting himself erect. He pointed to his cock and then my mouth. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

"Please, DB, I don't want to hurt you." I knew it wasn't physical hurt, but the boy had had enough emotional hurt in him as well. He looked at my face and, I guess, saw my concern. He took his new shorts and put them on, but he was still smiling.

"DB you love teasing me and driving me crazy, don't you?" I said, more as statement of fact than as a question.

He gave me the largest and most energetic nod yet.

"We really need to talk when we get back home." I didn't even really notice I called it home instead of my home.

He didn't make any more suggestive moves while trying on his other clothing. I was still rock hard, and he kept looking at my crotch.

"No, DB. I'm not going to show you my penis. Please just try everything on."

It took a while, and despite making sure he was nude after each change of clothing, he didn't do anything else to entice me, and my cock finally dwindled back down. Everything fit, some were a loose fit, but I did plan to feed him more, at least to get rid of his visible rib line under his skin. I was hoping that wouldn't be as obvious by the end of the week.

After he tried everything on. He settled for a dinosaur clad T-shirt and light tan shorts to wear on the way out. He looked like any other boy now. One look at him and you would never have known I found him in the dumpster. He would fit right in at school or even in a park. I was happy for him.

The store did not have underwear, or socks, or swimwear, but they did have shoes. I took him over to the selection and had him sit down so I could try them on. He sat down and adjusted his shorts. They were wide leg shorts and he made sure he sat just so I could see his little flaccid cock through the leg of the shorts.

"DB!" I said with a soft huff. "Please don't get me into trouble."

He just shrugged and stayed there, not fixing himself. I had to make sure the worker wasn't looking in our direction. I tried three pairs of tennis shoes before I found a pair that fit him properly and were in good shape. Then I found him a pair of flip-flops. At least he didn't make it any worse for me, and I did try not to look.

He was smiling. He seemed very happy to have new clothes and shoes, and that made me happy. I pointed to the section with the well-used toys.

"Go ahead and pick out some toys."

He looked at me with his big beautiful eyes, seemingly amazed. He pointed to the changing room and then his crotch with a questioning look.

"Oh, no, you don't have to thank me that way. This is just because I think you should have it. I don't need that type of reward. I suspect you haven't had many toys in your life, and could use some."

He looked at the toys and then gave me a big hug. He squeezed me tight and I hugged him back. He held on for a long time and I was beginning to worry the worker would see us. But it was only a hug, so I let him do it. He gave me a kiss on the lips and I quickly backed off before he did anything more.

"Please pick whatever you want."

He went right to a large fire truck and seemed almost afraid to pick it up. It was the largest toy truck in the toy section.

"Yes, even that one."

He picked it up and looked it over with eyes of wonder.

A tear fell down his cheek as he hugged the truck.

"You can have more than just the one toy."

He picked out a variety of toys, but his eyes kept going back to the truck. He looked at me and gave me a smile that showed his teeth.

I could see the gap the missing tooth made, and the tooth next to the gap looked very loose. His teeth were yellow, and I knew I would have to get him a toothbrush, and probably have to show him how to use it. He handed me each toy in turn and I urged him to get more.

By the time he was done, he had a collection of toys. He had trucks, cars, action figures, space ships, dinosaurs, and even plush toys. He ended up with about 2 dozen toys when we left. We checked out and the worker barely said a word. We went back to the car. It was already close enough for lunch.

"So, before we head home, do you want to eat anywhere specific?"

He shrugged, which I guess was his answer even if it wasn't specifically a yes or no answer.

"I'll tell you what, when you see a place you want to try, you tap me on the leg and point, and we'll stop there. Okay?"

He nodded yes.

Chapter 3
We Need to Talk

We passed several eating places before he tapped on my leg and pointed at a chicken place. I pulled right in. I ordered him a kid's meal that had a toy in it. When we got our food and drink, we sat down. When he sat down, he adjusted his shorts again so anyone walking by at the right angle would see his penis.

"Hey, um, DB… would you mind not doing that, please? No one needs to see that."

He looked at me like I had just spoken a foreign language. He readjusted his shorts so it wouldn't be as obvious, and ate his food.

"You are not in trouble. But, I would like to talk to you when we get home. Right now, I have one question. Can you talk?"

He looked down at his finished food, contemplating how to answer. He then nodded yes after the longest pause.

"You always have permission to speak around me and I won't get mad. Like I said from the beginning, I promise I'll never hurt you. Are you ready to go back to our house?" Again, I had said 'our house' without realizing it. He nodded yes.

Back home, he went inside and I took the toys and new clothes with us. I started washing his new clothes. His old ones were thrown away. He pointed to the washer and then the clothes he was wearing.

"Oh, well, I guess I should wash those as well. Let me get you something to wear…"

But before I could get the T-shirt and swim trunks back out, he was stripping his clothes off and soon was naked. He dropped them on the floor with a cheesy grin. I turned to grab the T-shirt and swimsuit and he stuck his tongue out at me playfully.

He turned to show his naked butt, bent over and pretended to spank it again. Of course, my cock started to rise. He was a tease, and he knew it. But he was having fun. This was the type of fun he knew. I put my hands on my hips and tried to give him a dirty look. He laughed. It was the best laugh he had given me so far. It was high pitched, a constant giggle.

"You are going to drive me insane, you know that?"

He licked his lips and his own tiny pecker was now sticking up with its extra foreskin pointing right at me. He eased the skin down slowly to show the head of his cock and then pushed it back up again. I grabbed the T-shirt and he ran down the hallway giggling. His butt wiggled with every step.

I did debate whether to strip myself, but I had to stay firm. I started the laundry and chased him through every room. He was smiling and giggling. I held the T-shirt and let him escape each room. We ended up in the bedroom, where he hopped on my bed and pointed to my fabric covered erection and then his own erection.

It took everything I had not to give in. Here was this adorable little naked boy with an erection, trying to seduce me into taking him sexually. I wanted it and he wanted it. Nobody would know. It wasn't like he was going to tell a soul, he never talks. But then I had to force myself to realize that every other guy he's ever been with had probably done things with him. I wanted him to know that I didn't save him just to have sex with him.

"We… we have to talk." I put the T-shirt on the bed. "When you are ready to talk, put on the T-shirt, and you will find me on the couch. Don't get me wrong, I really want to, but I'm afraid it would just hurt you more in the long run. I can't hurt you. I'm sorry." I left for the living room, leaving the shirt behind.

I was on the couch for about 10 full minutes before he came in wearing just the shirt. He sat next to me.

"Hi, my name is Mike Williams, what is your name?" I asked. I could see in his eyes, he didn't want to speak. Maybe he was afraid if he spoke things would change.

He looked at the floor between his legs. He voice was barely a whisper.

"Davy."

He didn't offer a last name, and I didn't want to push it. I knew even that much must have been difficult for him.

"Thank you, Davy." I thought for a moment. This entire time I have been calling him DB. "Wait, your last name doesn't start with a B, does it?" He gave me a tiny smile and paused before nodding yes. What were the odds that his initials really were DB?

I gave him a nice hug, pulling him into me, encouraging him to talk more. He looked like he was about to say something else.

"Please tell me what's on your mind."

His voice was still very soft, and I had to really listen to hear every word.

"I… I don't understand. I… I see the look in your eyes every time you look at me. W… why don't you want to have sex with me?"

I knew I technically could fuck his ass or throat; or even have him fuck mine. But this was not about that. I took a deep breath and gave him another hug. "I… I don't want to hurt you."

He gave me a quizzical look. "I don't think you're that big. I've taken some pretty big cocks before, and you don't have to push it in all the way. I'm sure you wouldn't hurt me."

I laughed hard. He looked confused. It took me a second to calm down so I could explain.

"I didn't mean hurt you physically. You're right, I'm not that big. No, I meant that when you first came here you looked like you had been forced to do that for the longest time. You looked sad and distant. It was like you weren't even really there. If I give in to my urges, you might feel used again."

I looked him right in his dreamy blue eyes. "I want to show you that I can love you, and not just for your body parts. I want to show you that I care for you deeply, and that you can have fun without sex. I'm not going to treat you like just some object. You are a person, and deserve to be treated like one. Do you understand?"

He half nodded, half shrugged. He paused again thinking of his next question.

"C… can I still tease you?" I knew this was his type of fun. I didn't feel right about taking that away from him.

"Okay, you can tease me, but not all the time, okay? I do want you to know what it's like to be a normal little boy. You should be playing with toys and watching cartoons, and not having sex. But I know that gives you joy, so I won't take that from you."

I thought for a moment. "But, please be careful to not do it too often outside the house. If even one person sees us or suspects I'm touching you, they would take you away, and I'm not ready to let you leave yet."

He gave me a concerned look when I added the word 'yet'. I took a deep breath.

"I'm not going to lie to you, or hold things back. By the end of this week, I'm going to see what it will take to adopt you. To make you my son. But that will mean others will have to know about you and your past. And most of them won't let a 25-year-old, single, gay man adopt a boy. You deserve a real home and it's not like I can keep you a secret forever." I said all of this with a sad heart, knowing it would be true.

He looked happy that I wanted to adopt him, but sad that it might not work out.

"So, you see, it's even more important that I don't touch you while you are here, and that you don't even see my naked cock during this week. I feel that if you tell them the whole truth, we may have a slightly better chance of you becoming my son."

He looked up at me with puppy dog eyes.

"B… but I like sex. It feels good when it's not forced. I know you wouldn't force it or make it hurt me. I love the feeling of cum filling my ass. I love the feeling of a warm mouth around my cock until it twitches. I love the taste of cum as the warm stuff shoots down my throat. When it's not forced, it's fun. I promise I won't tell anyone."

I shook my head slowly. "It's more than that. Let's say I give in and make love to your ass. Then somebody finds out that you lived in a dumpster, or starts asking questions about why you are living with a gay man and not going to school. The police come and a doctor would probably check you out. They would find my cum in there or my DNA in the wrong place. I go to jail, and there goes our chances of me ever adopting you."

I put my hand on his shoulder as he looked like he was about to cry.

"But let's say some miracle happens and I do get to adopt you. Then maybe, just maybe, we can try other things. But you would have to convince me that you really wanted it, and wouldn't be messed up by doing it."

I paused for a second to let all this sink in. I knew that sex could feel good to even someone that young, but I couldn't chance being caught. Plus, I really did want him to know what a real kid's life could be like.

"So, how long have you been having sex, anyway?"

He got eerily quiet. His eyes became distant again, and he wasn't looking at me. This looked like a hard subject.

"I'm sorry. So sorry. You don't have to answer anything you aren't ready to. I'll tell you what, if you are not ready to answer something, just give me a thumbs down. I know it's still early and you may not be ready to share everything yet. Okay?"

I guessed a lot of his life was almost impossibly hard. He nodded his head, yes, slowly. I didn't want to scare him back into silence.

"I'll ask you a question, and then you ask me one. Can you read?"

It may seem like a strange first question, but I really did need to know what his level of education was.

"A little." He blushed, so I knew it may have been very little. He had cute red cheeks when he blushed.

"Do you want to do sex stuff with me?" His blue eyes shone brightly, reflecting the light.

I took a deep breath.

"Yes, it has always been my dream to do 'sex stuff' with a little boy." I figured the truth was important at this stage. "Do you know how to write?"

He thought for a moment. "I never tried to write before. So, I don't know." He didn't blush at this question. That meant he had never been to school.

But it was his turn to ask a question. He smirked. "Do I have to wear clothes?" It was a leading question.

"Only if you don't want to drive me crazy," I said with a laugh. "But seriously, I would prefer that you wear something to cover your private parts, but I won't make you wear clothes inside the house. Now, if we are outside, you need to wear pants, or shorts, even in the back yard." I paused, not sure if he was ready to answer the next question.

"Do you remember ever having good times?" I thought for sure he would give me a thumbs down.

"Not all my past is bad. I did have some good times. My mom used to be nice…"

Then he shook his head and gave me the thumbs down. I began to wonder about his whole story and if he'd ever feel confident enough to share it.

Then he smirked again. "So… is it really okay for me to tease you? I know you don't want to do stuff. But I really like making your pants rise."

It was my turn to blush now. It was because of his teasing that I received some of his best smiles and laughs; and it had helped him to be comfortable enough to start talking. I knew I was going to regret this.

"Like I said, as long as you don't do it all the time, and please try to keep it mostly in the house. I don't want anyone to suspect something if we go out. I don't want to lose you!"

"Wait," he began, "so, let's say I want to whip out my penis." He pulled the shirt up to expose his young uncut cock. It looked so cute just resting on his tiny hairless balls. He saw the look on my face and kept going.

"And, let's say I want to rub it, just to make it feel good." He pushed his extra skin up and down giving himself a quick erection. The tiny head vanished totally from view, and then emerged with his skillful thumb, and three fingers. He did not use his pinky. I couldn't take my eyes off the boy stroking himself.

"And, let's say I want to go faster and make it feel really, really good, and want you to watch me." He had a big smile on his face as he picked up the pace. He moaned. "Oh, this feels so good Mike. Oh, don't you wish it was your fingers? Can you imagine your fingers rubbing up and down my little cock?"

Where did he learn how to tease so well? Was it natural? Had someone taught him? I nodded yes, and I was breathing hard. His little fingers were now flying up and down his little almost 2 and a half inches [6 1/3 cm] of flesh. He was moaning again.

"And… and let's say, I do it 'til my cock twitches." He leaned back. His small fingers were jerking his cock like a madman. He bit his bottom lip, and then suddenly let go of his cock. It twitched several times. He had a dry orgasm. He was breathing hard, and then took a big satisfied sigh. "Would that be okay?"

I nodded, and got up. I went right to the bathroom and locked the door behind me. I jerked myself quickly into the toilet. It did not take long. I had fresh visions of a little boy jerking for me. I know I moaned myself, and grunted when I came.

When I left the bathroom again, he was covered back up. He was playing on the floor with his new truck and toys. He was still smiling. "Everything come out okay?" he made the word 'come' sound like 'cum'. I didn't know how I was going to resist him for 6 more days.

Chapter 4
Trains

I watched him start to play. He seemed to transform into a normal little boy. Well, a normal little boy with only a large T-shirt on. He did seem to know a little about playing. He used his action figures, and the cars and trucks. He looked so adorable.

Occasionally I would see the outline of his butt crack, or even his little penis and balls. Every once in a while, his shirt would ride up and I would catch a glimpse of his equipment. It was so cute soft and natural like that. It was almost more erotic because he wasn't trying to be overly sexy.

I heard the buzzer on the washer indicating it was time to put them in the dryer. After I transferred the clothes, I went to the computer room. I did want to adopt him, but I had drawings and erotic stories and pictures of naked boys on my computer.

So, while he was playing, I started to go in and delete everything, making sure to erase my history as well. You can accumulate a lot of stuff over the years. It took me almost an hour of deleting before I was satisfied the computer was clean. Then I went to a family friendly video site, and started to download videos. I knew they took up a lot of room on the computer and I needed to write over any deleted evidence. I knew that cops could find stuff there.

I would not be able to look at that stuff again. This was probably for the best since I did want to keep Davy. I loved him like a father, and hoped to one day love him like a lover. When I went back into the other room, the TV was on and cartoons were playing.

He watched the TV as he played. I thought it would be nice to show him how to play without the need to be sexual. I went into the kitchen and made peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, and hoped that he wasn't allergic to peanuts. I also grabbed two glasses and filled them with milk.

He ate his sandwich, and I had to slow him down. I guess he was still used to eating like his life depended on it. He smeared some jelly on his cheeks and lips on purpose.

"Lick me clean," he said.

At first, I hesitated. But then I realized he was just having innocent fun – well innocent for him at least.

So, I licked the jelly from his cheeks. My tongue pressed into his soft flesh. My eyes closed as I enjoyed this more than I thought I should. My tongue darted over his lips, and he quickly opened his mouth and shoved his tongue inside my mouth, French-kissing me.

I know I should have expected that, or even pulled away. But I didn't. My mouth opened for his tongue and I felt it scrape along mine. His kisses were passionate and energetic. Mine were more reluctant and hesitant. I pulled back with a string of saliva connecting up.

"You are clean," I pronounced.

He smirked. "About time. Next time I may put jelly on my cock."

I reached out and tickled him. He laughed and ran down the hallway, then paused.

"Nanny, nanny, boo, boo. You can't catch me," he taunted.

It seemed like innocent fun, so I tried to look mean.

"The tickle monster will get you!" and I raced after him.

He headed right to the bedroom, and when I rounded the corner, the T-shirt was off and he was on the bed with an erection.

"So, you can tickle me here," he said, pointing at his cock.

I stopped at the door. God, I wanted to so incredibly bad. I wanted to suck him to a dry cum. I wanted to feel that cock dance on my tongue. I wanted to hear him moan and make him feel so good. I had to keep telling myself 'not yet' over and over again. No one would know. But I wanted him to tell people the truth that we did nothing. I took a deep breath.

"We just went over this. Please put your shirt back on. I can love you without sex you know. We can have fun without it. Come on. Let's go back into the living room and play on the floor."

He looked disappointed, but slowly got back up and went back to the shirt he left on the floor and put it back on. We both went back into the living room, but this time I got on the floor with him.

We played with his new toys for at least half an hour. I was trying to get him to use his imagination, and it came naturally. He seemed so happy, so different from when I first found him. This is the way a real boy-lover should treat his boy, with love and respect.

I gathered up a few action figures. "Okay, let's head to the train station! I like trains, myself," I said playfully.

I looked up and saw fear cross his face. Had I said something wrong? He started to look distant again. Tears were forming in his eyes.

"I… I'm sorry. I thought every boy liked trains." Had he been abused on a train? "I… I'll tell you what. I'll get us an ice cream treat from the freezer and we won't have to play with the train. Okay?"

He just nodded.

I left for the kitchen and got out two ice pops. When I returned, he was on the floor with several action figures. He had the smallest one in one hand and the biggest one, that we always used as the evil, bad guy, in the other.

He wiggled the little one. "But I don't like the train. It hurts."

Then he wiggled the larger one and deepened his voice. "You will play the train, and you will pretend to like it, cunt! Instead of crying, you had better make moans like you are liking it! These men paid good money to pull a train on you."

I looked down and saw all the other action figures lined up. He had 5 more in a row. The large action figure was wiggled again. "Now, I'm gonna call each of these men in and you will show off your caboose and be bent over with those pants down. And you'd better remember your fucking lines."

He made a gesture on the smaller action figure as if it had pants to pull down. He bent it over. He put down the main one. He picked up the next one in line. He didn't change his voice this time. The larger figure moved about in his fingers.

"Hey kid, don't fret. I told all the guys to let the one with the smallest cock go first. That way you get used to it. I'll try to be easy on you, but I only got 20 minutes 'til my time is up."

He moved that action figure to the smaller one. He wiggled the smaller figure.

"Oh, thank you, mister. I love cocks of all sizes. I can't wait to feel yours up my ass and feel your hot cum fill me up. There's some KY on the counter over there." He lifted the figure's arm to point in the distance.

He moved the larger one to the place he pointed and moved it around so it look like it grabbed its crotch.

"All lubed up for you. Sorry about this again, kid, but I'll never get another chance."

He moved the larger figure over to where the smaller one was bent over. He pushed its bottom forward to mimic fucking action, then he moved the little one.

"Oh yes! Please fuck me! I love it! Push it all the way in."

The larger figure took its time slowly pushing its butt forward, and then it was the larger one's turn to proclaim, "Oh, fuck! It's in! Damn kid, you got a tight hole on you!"

He moved the larger one in a fucking motion several times before he made a grunting noise… then he leaned the larger one over and made a kissing sound. The smaller one moved again.

"Thank you, mister. You have a very nice cock, and I love my ass being filled with your cum."

He put the large one down and picked up the next one. The larger one was jiggled. "Oh my God! Oh my God! I'm gonna fuck a fucking 4-year-old. Oh my God, I can't believe it!" and then he moved the figure right up and humped the smaller one only about 3 or 4 times then made a grunting noise. "Oh my God! Oh my God! I just came in a fucking 4-year-old! Damn that was fucking hot." Then it was the next one's turn.

He manipulated the next figure so that it picked the smaller one up and flip it from a bending position into a face-to-face one. "Damn cum-slut! You've got a boner! That means you like this shit."

The smaller one wiggled. "Oh, yes. I loved getting my ass fucked. It's even better face-to-face." He put the larger one's hand on the smaller one's crotch, and bent it in a grasping position, then moved it in a stroking motion, moving its hand.

He took his time with this one. The motion was evenly paced and the other hand of the larger figure rubbed all over the arms of the smaller figure's body.

"That's right, cum-slut, twitch for me!"

Then he pulled the larger one off. I dropped the melting ice creams in the trash figuring I would just get new ones. My hands were covered in melted cream. I wasn't sure if I should stop him or let him play it out. I heard somewhere that counselors sometimes used objects to help a person through trauma.

It was time for the fourth action figure. He had only one more after that. The little one was wiggled again. "Wow, mister, your cock is huge!" he paused. "I can't wait for it to be in my ass." The latter part was said only halfheartedly.

The larger figure picked up the smaller one and Davy shoved the smaller one's butt against the larger one's crotch – still in his hand. He made an 'eep' sound and sniffled. His tone became distant. "Yes, yes, mister. Fuck my ass hard."

He was acting as if the larger one was just using the smaller one as a sex toy. He humped the figures hard, and he took forever and I was debating if I should stop him or tell him it was okay to stop. He set down the figures and took the evil figure and had it peek in.

"Time's up."

The larger figure was still humping the smaller one.

"I ain't even close. Give me another 20… I'll pay ya for it." He put the evil figure back.

The smaller one stopped wiggling. Davy's eyes looked into the distance as one figure humped the other. I put a hand on his shoulder. Davy stopped the humping as he made a long sounding, "Fuuuuuccckkkk!" He had the larger figure just toss the smaller one to the floor. Davy made some deep breathing sounds before the larger figure left.

He still had one more figure to go. He took the last figure and wiggled it.

"Fuck this! The boy's ass is all bloody! What the hell?" and he wiggled the smaller figure.

"Please mister. If you don't pay, I don't eat. Please try to fuck my ass." He jostled the larger one with a sigh noise.

"Okay, you can suck it and I'll pay for the full ass fuck. I ain't fucking no bloody boy cunt." Then Davy had the smaller figure get down between the legs of the larger one and he started making sucking sounds. Then he made a grunting noise, which seemed to be the end of it.

He looked right up into my eyes with tears in them and said, "I… I would let you do it to me if you wanted to."

I moved around in front of him as fast as I could and hugged him hard. The mess on my hand from the melted ice cream treat was making a mess on the back of his shirt.

"No, no, no. I would never, EVER do that to you. I love you. Here come with me."

I took his hand gently and lead him to the computer room. I quickly pulled up images of real trains.

"This is a real train." It was apparent he had never seen one before. Had he not even seen a toy train? "I love you Davy. I would never hurt you like that." He hugged me hard and then I heard the buzzer on the dryer. "Let's get you dressed and get some real ice cream. Would you like to see a real train?" He didn't let go, but nodded yes.

Chapter 5
Movies

For the next hour he hung on my hand like it was made of glue. We visited a train depot and even had a conductor let him blow the whistle on the train. I could see the joy in his face. I don't think it was the trains. I think he just wanted to be with me. But I did feel like I helped him heal, even if it was just a little bit.

We had a quick lunch, and I think that was the longest period we had together where he wasn't trying to get me aroused. So, I decided to take him to the park. Isn't that what fathers do, and didn't I want to be his father some day? Even though part of me was thinking it wasn't wise to travel around with a boy from the dumpster, I thought we both needed this bonding time.

When we got to the park, he finally let go of my hand and started to play with the other kids. He just joined whatever kid was near-by and started to play with him or her. He had an infectious laugh that filled my heart with joy. But the kids slowly drifted back to their parents and soon it was just me and him.

He loved sliding down the slide to pick up some static, then try to touch me, thereby shocking me. He did this several times before I chased him. A few moments later a woman and a young boy about 2 or 3 years old came to the park. Davy let me go back to the park bench.

He went right up to the lady and asked, "May I please play with your son?"

She seemed surprised (as I was) on how polite he was and agreed. She took out a book and I started to play games on my phone while the two boys played with each other, mostly in a large sand box.

I was sitting back when I noticed the two boys whispering things to each other followed by giggles. I paused my game to watch them. Then Davy reached right into the young boy's pull-ups. His hand must have been right on his crotch and I could tell that he was playing with the boy's wiener.

I looked over at the woman and was relieved that she hadn't noticed, but it scared the hell out of me. I took it that Davy didn't know about boundaries, and what was okay, and what wasn't. I quickly stood up and approached the duo.

"Hey, Davy! I think we need to be on our way. I still need to make supper."

He pulled the top of the pull-ups open and I could see the younger boy had an erection. I was close enough to hear Davy whisper, "See, I got it bigger. Now you need to do that each and every day to make it nice and strong. Play with it until you feel like you have to pee. But not in front of your mommy, okay?"

The boy just nodded and Davy took my hand again. Then the boy put his hand in his own underwear and started to rub himself. I quickly picked up Davy and headed back to the car. My heart was racing. I thought for sure the little boy's mother would see him rubbing himself and link it to us. But she never looked up.

My mind was going crazy. This little boy was probably not even 3 years old. It made me wonder how old Davy was when he was first molested. Davy didn't seem upset or even notice my apprehension. So, once we got in the car, I had to talk to him.

"Davy, why did you do that to that little boy?"

He looked up at me and looked a little scared, probably because of my tone.

"I… I'm sorry. H… he didn't know how to do it. I asked him and he shook his head no."

The poor lad was shaking. I had to calm myself.

"Okay, Davy. I'm not mad. I'm just worried that the woman might have seen you and called the police. I'm not ready to talk to them yet. I need to find a way I can keep you first. You may not know this, but most little boys are not taught to make their, um, cocks big. In fact, most people think they should not do it until they are adults."

Davy looked at me strangely as we pulled up to my house.

"They're not?" His question was genuine. I could only imagine his world where little boys are taught to get erections, and taught how to please men.

"No Davy, they are not. We really need to talk. I need to learn more about you so something like this doesn't happen again. Okay? So, no more doing that. Okay?"

I parked the car in the garage so the neighbors wouldn't see Davy.

"But I can still do stuff like that at the house, right? You'd let me suck a boy's cock, wouldn't you? I like doing that."

I didn't know what to say at that moment. My pedophile nature was rearing its ugly head. I was getting hard just thinking about him sucking on another little boy's cock.

"Well, um…" I was trying to think quickly. It was like one personality was warring with the other, trying to find a suitable compromise. "You really shouldn't do that to anyone under the age of 5."

I felt instantly guilty. I knew I should have told him that you should never do it unless he was an adult, and then only with someone you really love. But, my pedophile side finally won the round in my head.

"And you really shouldn't do that sort of thing out in the open like that. Sex should be private. Not even rubbing someone."

I don't think I sounded very convincing, and I could tell he didn't really believe all of it.

"But I do need to know more about you so if someone asks me a question, I'll know what to say."

"What do you want to know?" he asked. At least now he was talking freely. His quiet side was long gone. I believed he now trusted me completely.

"Well, I am a little curious; about how young were you when you got started?" I was thinking back to that boy he'd felt up at the park and his earlier flashback when he'd mentioned he was only 4 years old when he was forced to do a train.

He shrugged, and sounded distant. "I don't know. I'm not even sure how old I am now, or when my birthday is. I do kinda remember being in a crib or playpen, and guys jerking on me. My mom's boyfriend, Greg, set it up. He's the one that set up the train thing, too."

It was no wonder that he was so open to sexual encounters if he really did that when he was so young. I could only imagine that he must have been around two to three years old at the time. It was heartbreaking.

"The guy sounds like a jerk."

"Yeah, he was an asshole. He sold my mom drugs all the time and found out that I could get him just as much money, if not more, if I had sex with men. He's in jail now for selling drugs. I left as soon as I found out that he was gone."

The poor boy must have felt like a prisoner. This young boy had endured so much and he was only seven.

"So, um… is your mom still alive?"

He shrugged again. "I don't know. She was pretty buzzed when I left."

He didn't seem upset at all. It was more like a matter of fact. He was so open, so I thought I'd ask one question that was in the back of my mind.

"Have you ever, um, done anything with a girl or woman?"

He laughed. "God no! I've never even seen a girl naked before."

That surprised me. I didn't even consider that he was only doing things with guys and boys. I decided I needed to change the subject.

"Do you like sports?"

He shrugged again. "I never had a TV, so I never seen most sports. And I've never played any sports either. I've seen other kids playing those games, but I never stayed long enough to figure out the rules. I do like watching movies though. I've seen a bunch of those."

He seemed happy about watching movies. So, I decided to dig a little deeper.

"How did you see so many movies?"

He sat down on the couch and squirmed around until he got comfortable.

"Well, after Greg got slapped in jail, I left. It wasn't that long after the train thing. I had no plan, not very many clothes, or anything. So, I just wandered around, trying to figure out how to stay alive. That's when I started to look for things to eat in dumpsters. Food places are the best, especially if you get them right after they throw something away; it's still fresh."

My heart broke thinking that he'd been doing this possibly for years.

But his narrative was just beginning…

"Well, one day, it was starting to get colder and colder, and it's hard to find clothes in dumpsters. I was freezing. I saw a large family, they must have had 10 kids with them, going into the cheap dollar movies. So, I just stayed with them."

He laughed just a little. "The parents thought I was with someone else, and the people working there thought I was with the family. No one questioned me at all. So, I snuck into the movie, and hid when it was over. The theater closed up and no one knew I was still in there."

"I did that for almost two solid weeks before the owner started to notice me. He never saw me enter or leave the theater. By then it was starting to snow outside. He waited until he was sure I was the only one in the theater and no longer hidden when he grabbed me. Scared the shit out of me."

"I started to cry because I was scared. I didn't have a home, and I thought for sure he was going to call the cops, and Greg had made sure I knew cops were no good. So, I did the only thing I knew how… I offered to suck his cock or let him butt fuck me."

"He was surprised and didn't look like he believed me so, I started to strip, and rubbed his crotch. It took him forever to decide to try it. He was a little older than the other men I've been with; but I started to suck like I've never sucked before. And damn, he took a long ass time before he came. My mouth was a little sore from sucking so long. But he was enjoying it, so I enjoyed it."

"So, we made a deal. He would let me live in the theater, and I'd suck him every night. He wasn't into butt stuff and even had a family. He got me clothes, food, and shelter, and he got to be sucked dry. It was a pretty nice deal. He treated me nice after that, and he wasn't really long down there, and preferred to have just the head of his cock sucked. He didn't like deep throat. He'd often start a 2-hour movie, and I'd suck him for the entire 2 hours. He wouldn't cum until the credits were rolling."

"Well, it was winter and customers were becoming fewer and fewer. He'd complain every day about Netflix and making ends meet. He even told me that he might have to close the theater down. Then I remembered that Greg used to make tons of money with me sucking and fucking men."

"One day, a former customer of mine came in and I talked to the owner of the theater and convinced him to let me approach him for a quick suck and a few bucks. The owner told me that he made more money out of that one guy in one night, than he had made the entire week from selling tickets."

"So, my former customer got the word out, and every day, I'd suck off about 3 or 4 guys a night, plus the owner. Not at the same time… well, maybe once or twice… but mostly it was just one guy at a time. I liked doing it. One of the guys would bring his son in, who was a little older than me, and he liked to watch me suck him. Sometimes we would fuck each other instead."

My cock was rock hard now thinking about Davy sucking on some older boy in the middle of a movie theater. Davy seemed to notice. "Oh, yeah, I liked sucking on Bobby. He had such smooth skin and his cock was the perfect mouthful. His dad would jerk off and he'd call us over when he was ready to spurt, and then we'd open our mouths like little birds waiting for his cum.

"We both got a nice shot of cum and we'd often kiss right after. Bobby's dad would be ready again in no time flat, and we'd go after it again. I really liked Bobby. And it's a thrill to do it in a movie theater. But eventually, the owner got sick, and the place had to close down and I was on the street again. That was when you found me."

Davy had had what sounded like such a harsh, hard life. No wonder he was so sexually needy. His whole life had been one random sexual encounter after another. Even kindness seemed to have a sexual undertone. "Well, I'm glad I found you."

Chapter 6
Hugs

Davy repositioned himself before asking, "Now, can I ask you some things?" The little boy looked up at me after a short pause.

Thinking turnabout was fair play I said, "Yeah, sure; you can ask me anything you want." My cock was still mostly hard from his story about the movies.

"Well… I see that you like my stories and it made your cock grow… so… are we ever going to do anything? I like you. You like me. I like sex. You look like you want to have sex with me. I don't see the problem."

I had to chuckle nervously. I wanted him to know the truth about me. I did like him, possibly even love him, and he seemed to really like me.

"I don't want to be like other guys you've met. They all treated you like an object, like a toy. Right now, you are so used to guys fucking, sucking, or getting sucked by you, that you think we are all alike. I want to be better than them. I want to go further… eventually. But not right now. I really want to research some more and see if I can find a way to keep you. Then we take things one step at a time. I don't want you to feel forced or coerced, or do it out of habit. Do you understand?"

"I guess, but I already know you are not like other guys. Do you have any idea how nice it is to hear you say you want to keep me? I mean, I know it might not happen, but no guy has EVER wanted to keep me. I was always there for an extra buck. I understand you don't want to rush it, but I'm used to rushing it. Sex feels good. Rubbing yourself feels good. Is rubbing yourself wrong?"

I'd heard of kids whose parents told them that masturbation was wrong, and it always seemed to mess them up.

"I don't think rubbing yourself is wrong. It's a natural curiosity, and most men and boys eventually do it. But if it's forced, it's wrong. It's your body, and only you should say what is done with it in terms of sex and rubbing yourself. Just don't do it in front of others. Then questions get asked that I wouldn't know how to answer."

"But I can do it in front of you?"

My cock twitched. He seemed to love teasing me, and I understood his past well enough to figure out that making himself orgasm was like a reward for him.

"I know I'm going to regret this… but yes, you may rub yourself in front of me, but only if we are alone."

"Can I see your hard cock?" He pointed to my bulging shorts.

"No… at least not yet."

He seemed to think about that for a moment.

"But one day?"

I shrugged. "We'll see. Let's take it one day at a time."

"So… for right now, you don't want me to suck you or have you fuck me or suck me… right?"

I nodded feeling my pedophile side trying to take over.

"Not until I figure things out. It could be days, months, or even years before we do anything. But I won't put it off the table."

"But I can suck another boy, maybe?"

I was gay. I knew how important it was to be accepted, and I knew how nice it was to experiment, even though Davy already knew it all.

"I would hope you would do it with somebody you really love. Someone you trust and care about. Somebody your age or older, if possible."

At least my cock was not hard anymore.

"So, what's the difference between sucking someone my own age, or a few years older, or twice my age, or three times my age?" He sounded genuinely curious.

I sighed just a little, feeling sorry for the poor boy.

"Most kids do not do anything with their wiener until puberty kicks in. That's when hormones set in and kids discover their bodies. Yes, some younger kids may rub their pants because it feels good, but they don't know, or understand why. Puberty doesn't usually kick in until you turn about 13. That's when your wiener produces cum, and you start getting crotch hair. And most are not seen as being ready until they are at least 16… or even 18 years old."

"But even then, adults don't think teens are emotionally, physically, or mentally prepared for sex. Some even see masturbation as being wrong. Long, long ago, it wasn't uncommon for girls as young as 13 or 14 to be married and start having kids. Once they begin their monthly period, they thought they were old enough to marry off. People don't believe that anymore."

"But I've seen a boy who was only 11 make cum before. And it feels good."

"Yes, but you were forced into sex at a very young age. I think you see sex as something you do, like playing with toys. You have already shown me that you get sad when you think of that train. You see kindness being linked to sex because of your time at the movies. You don't have to do any of that sex stuff with me."

He looked at me strangely, with a little sadness in his eyes. "But I want to do stuff with you. I've never wanted anything more in my life. I know you wouldn't hurt me. I know you care about me. No man has ever truly cared about me. I already know I love you and that you love me. But we can't have sex, or suck or anything?"

I hated to tell him no. It almost seemed like telling him he couldn't have sex or be sexual was worse than being forced to be sexual. He saw it as a reward and a natural part of life. And I didn't know how to explain it to him.

"Just not right now. Can you do that?"

He still looked sad.

"C… can I at least hug you?"

That made me smile. He didn't know what he could and could not do.

"Of course, you can hug me."

I was still standing there in my shorts and T-shirt. I had boxers on under my shorts, even though I usually wear briefs. He smiled and I held out my arms to hug him. But what he did next surprised the hell out of me. He took off his shirt very quickly, and let his shorts fall to the floor and then stepped out of them. He had already kicked off his shoes when we walked in, and still wore no underwear, so he was naked before me.

He ran up to me and wrapped his arms around my waist. His head was right where my navel was. His chest was level with my cock. And my pedophile nature took over again. A naked boy, who wanted to have sex with me was in my arms. My cock betrayed me and started to return to its rigid state.

I'm sure he felt my cock start to rise against his chest as he looked up at me and smiled. Then he began to move his body up and down just enough so my cock, which was still in my shorts and briefs, was rubbing against his naked chest. He knew what he was doing. He was basically jerking me off through my clothing.

"D… Davy… maybe…"

But before I could get out another word, he pushed his cock forward into my naked thigh, just above the kneecap. He was humping my leg much like a dog might. I knew I should have pushed him away. I knew I should have told him no. But I didn't.

I began to rub his naked back and bite my bottom lip. He had been teasing me for over a day now, and now I was feeling his hard little cocklet rubbing against my thigh while he was jerking me off with his chest. Plus, he kept looking up at me with those azure eyes.

He started out slowly at first, almost as if it was an accident. But then his pace increased. I'd peek down, and every so often, I'd see the pee slit of my cock peeking out of the top of my shorts and boxers. I don't think it would have peeked through if I was wearing my briefs.

I didn't know what to say or do. Half of me was thinking I was molesting this young boy, while the other half was in pedophile bliss. I was feeling the familiar pressure of my impending orgasm.

"Davy, we should stop," I mumbled.

"Almost done…" he said, as he was humping me pretty quickly now. And I had to admit that I was humping him right back by then. His humps were in time with his chest movement. Then I felt him press his cock hard against my thigh, and I felt it pulse a dry orgasm on me. That was just too much. I could not handle another second.

<SPURT! Spurt, spurt, spurt, spurt!>

I felt the warm cum filling my clothing. It was so powerful. The orgasmic bliss was stronger than I've felt in a very long time. I hugged his chest close to my body. I took a moment or two of just holding him next to my body. My euphoric high would take a minute to calm down.

I was breathing hard as I rode that euphoric wave, and so was he. My mind was quickly reverting back to where it needed to be. He was smiling at me, and I smiled back until I saw some of my cum on his chest. A tiny wet spot was on the bottom of his chin. I felt the cum start to drool down my leg. My shorts and undies were soaked. My smile turned into a frown. I felt a wave of guilt for not pushing him away.

He looked confused. "What's wrong? I thought you said a hug was okay."

It dawned on me that humping was included in his hugs. This is what he thought a hug was when he was with a guy. To him, a hug must mean that he jerks the guy off and has an orgasm on his leg. "We… we shouldn't have…" I didn't know what to say. I didn't want to hurt him. "I… I just need to clean up."

I eased away from him. His naked chest glistened from my smeared cum in the light. It was evenly placed right between his two button nipples. I walked away shuffling my feet. Was I any better than all the guys he had to perform with? Would he be better with a real couple that could take care of him?

I went to the bathroom and cleaned up, getting new shorts and briefs. I came out with a washcloth and I didn't see Davy at first, but I heard sobbing. It was coming from my bedroom. When I went in, I followed the sound to the closet, where he was hiding in a corner.

"Y… you said h… hugging was o… o… okay," he sobbed out.

He wasn't upset that I shot cum on him or that I humped him or let him hump me. He was upset because he saw me as upset. I felt horrible and selfish. I had not even considered that denying him this simple act would hurt him worse than humping him. He didn't see it as molestation.

I knelt down to his level. I grabbed his body and pulled it to me and hugged him tight.

"This is hugging. The humping is sexual. You can hug me anytime." I looked at his tear-stained face. "I don't want to be like those other men that you felt like you had to hump, and have sex with. I want to be your friend."

"But… but you are not like those other men," he said, still crying a little. "Can I PLEASE rub my cock on you and rub your cock? I really like it."

Now was the time I had to figure out where I stood with the boy. I was starting to understand that he didn't see sex and lust the same way as a normal 7-year-old. There had to be a compromise we could agree on so I would not get in trouble later.

"I'll tell you what; once a day you can rub your cock on me. BUT… I don't want to be rubbed yet. Let's do this one thing at a time." I began to wonder if that would bite me on the butt later. "Okay?"

He sniffed. "Okay." He was still hugging me and neither one of us wanted to let go.

Chapter 7
Bath Time and Bedtime

It took us a few minutes to finish our hug. It was so nice and sweet, and he wiped his eyes on my shirt. I was falling so damn hard for this kid it wasn't even funny. But I had to keep myself in check. We had so many hurdles to cross. After the hug, it was already afternoon, but the sun hadn't gone down quite yet.

He plopped his naked butt on the floor and began to play with his toys. He knew as much about sex as adults did, but he was still a child and doing anything at all with him was forbidden. I went to the computer and started to research more options.

It was obvious that my interest in legal adoption was falling through the cracks. There was not a single instance of a gay, single man adopting a male child that I could find in all the world. My older sister was in the legal field and I was seriously considering calling her over to see if she had any ideas. Plus, even if I could adopt him, that could take months, if not years. Adoption takes a long time.

I was even thinking of going to the dark web and searching for a way to forge a birth certificate and adoption papers for Davy. I didn't know what to do, so I thought I'd let it sit for a while. The closest I've seen of a single gay man having any legal ties with a boy is when it turned out to be his son.

Sometimes gay men got married, or had sex with women, before they truly admitted to themselves that they were gay. Sometimes a woman would get pregnant. The couple would usually get divorced and the man would get visitation rights to the child. But at least the man got partial rights and got to spend time with his own son. I didn't even have that option.

So, I stepped away from the computer and watched Davy playing on the floor. The sun eventually set, and I got up and made supper. I had to slow him down so he didn't scarf all of his spaghetti and meatballs down in a few bites. I cleaned up while he went back to playing, but he was a mess. He was covered with spaghetti sauce.

"You look like you need a bath," I teased.

He smirked and playfully rubbed his hand in the spaghetti sauce and rubbed it on his naked butt, crotch, and even chest.

"Hmm. I guess you are right." I just had to love his playful nature. "But, I'm not going to wash myself. You'll have to do it."

I know I had washed him on his first day at the house, but now he really should wash himself. "Davy… I shouldn't be doing that. You're old enough to take your own bath or shower."

He crossed his arms in defiance. "Nope. Either you wash me or I stay dirty. And remember, you found me in a dumpster, so if you think a little s'getti can make me change my mind, you are kidding yourself." He was serious. I wondered if this was the only favorable attention he got when he was younger.

I sighed. It was only a bath, even if my pedophile nature was starting to grow (literally, if you know what I mean). I would be able to touch his body, and maybe not feel as guilty about it. If anyone asked, I could tell them the truth that I had given him a bath.

"Okay." I surrendered to the thought.

He was already naked and raced me to the bathroom. His cute little bubble butt wiggled the entire way. He was giggling. This was playfulness to him. Teasing must have been so much a large part of his life that he didn't think anything was wrong with it.

He waited for me at the end of the tub. I decided to give him a bath instead of a shower. I didn't have any bubbles, or I would have included those as well. It didn't take long for the water to get nice and warm. He was a mess. His naked body was all covered in spaghetti. He was smiling. Damn, he was cute.

I actually felt a little bit of my resolve slip away. He wanted to be touched. He wanted to be loved. He asked for it. He even blackmailed by being forever dirty for me to wash him. I took off my shirt because I was expecting to get a little wet. My cock was so damn hard. He was chipping away at my reluctance to molest him.

He looked down at my pants then back up to my eyes. His hand still had spaghetti on it and he rubbed it on my chest.

"I guess you have to take one with me now." My cock twitched. My heart was racing. "It's not like I haven't seen a cock before. And if we were nudist, you wouldn't think anything less about it. It's just a bath."

But was it just a bath or was he seeing how far I would go? I sat there what felt like minutes fighting in my mind. One part screamed yes, while another part screamed no. I closed my eyes and turned off the water.

'Damn it," I muttered.

I stood up and dropped my shorts and undies. I knew I should not be exposing myself. The poor boy had had so much smut and lust in his life, and he didn't need any more.

But my urges had won out. He was smiling at me. His sauce covered face was smiling like he had won a victory. He was examining my hard rod.

"Nice. I could definitely deep throat that, and the whole thing would fit nicely in my ass. Can I touch it?"

That brought me back to reality.

"No, please don't. I'm not even sure you should be seeing it. " I was so horny I thought I'd pop.

"Why don't you jerk it off in the toilet? You know you're not going to be able to take a bath with me all hard like that. I had a guy at the movies that used to do that before each session so he'd last a lot longer when I sucked him. Oh, and if you do, can I watch? I think watching someone cum is so cool. I won't make cum for a long time still and I like seeing it shoot out."

I had some apprehension about him watching me cum. But I had already humped him and covered him once, and it wasn't like I would be doing anything he hadn't seen before. And he looked so happy. How can a boy be happy watching a grown man spurt cum? But I gave in.

"Okay."

I went over to the toilet and started to jerk off. He was standing right next to the toilet watching me with wide eyes, and a huge grin. He had won this battle against my better sense.

I just had to look over at his sauce covered body. God, he was so cute, and his tiny cock was as hard as could be. He was fucking enjoying me jerking for him.

I was jerking with a nice pace. I knew I would not take long. I had wished that I could last longer, and normally I do. But him watching me was too much. I was ready to spurt in about five minutes. I think he could tell that I was close. I closed my eyes for just a second to get ready to feel the bliss.

I opened my eyes again to make sure I hit the toilet. <SPURT! Spurt, spurt, spurt!>

But Davy had leaned over while I had my eyes closed. His face was right in front of my cock, and now it was covered in sauce and my sperm. He had received a nice facial of my semen. I don't think there was a single spot on that cuteness that didn't get some of my slimy seed.

"DAVY!" I said, and he giggled at me.

"I guess I really need a bath now." He licked his cum-covered lips. "Mm, not bad." But this time I didn't feel as bad as last time. My view on doing sexual things with him was slowly changing. I still worried that I would get in trouble, or that I was hurting him psychologically. But he really seemed to enjoy this.

At first, I was a little miffed, but soon I was laughing, too.

"Yes, you really do need a bath now."

I stepped into the tub first, since I was larger, and sat down. Then he slowly slid his naked body into the hot water, settling down right on my limp cock with his naked butt. He faced away from me and I began to bathe him.

I enjoyed just feeling every inch of his naked body. His cock was still hard under the water, but I didn't pursue it. I just washed him from head to toe and then washed myself. Even though he was hard most of the time we were in the bath, he never tried anything else with me. I did have to pull back his foreskin to wash his cock. But I didn't linger on it or go out of my way to make him too hard or horny. We got out and I dried him off. While I dried myself, I knew the boy had chipped away a large section of my resolve. I was pretty sure I would not last a week without having sex with him.

After the bath he smiled at my limp cock, and I saw his was limp as well.

"We could pretend we are nudist if you want," Davy began. "I like looking at your cock. I think they're cool."

I was circumcised and he was not. I had a nice thick almost black bush above my penis and he was hairless from the neck down. Nudity wasn't a big deal in some places. Maybe we could move to a nudist colony.

I shrugged. "Okay, but no touching."

He just nodded. He got back on the floor and started to play again. I got on the floor as well and played with him. It was surreal, the two of us naked and playing on the floor like it was a normal thing. After a while, I let him play by himself and he yawned.

After about a half hour of watching TV while he was playing over in the corner, I happened to glance back over in his direction, and saw him asleep on the floor. He was breathing deeply and his eyes were moving under his lids, meaning he was having a dream. He was smiling while he was dreaming; I was hoping he was dreaming of me.

I carefully picked him up and set him on the bed. He was out and even emitted a little snore. God he was so damn cute. Before I covered him up, I saw his cock starting to get hard. He must be dreaming of something erotic. Just the thought of that made my own cock rise.

I was going to cover him up and I began to wonder how far I could go without waking him up. He seemed to be in a deep, deep sleep. His cock was already rigid, and I wanted to know what a boy's cock felt like in my mouth. I knelt by the edge of the bed and leaned forward. I blew a breath of air at his rock-hard cock to see if he would stir.

He just smiled. I touched his cock for the first time. Yes, I know I touched it when I had first washed him, and a short while ago, but this was the first time I was having sinful thoughts in my mind. I took my index finger and thumb and gently felt his hard member in my fingers.

I pulled back the extra skin very carefully to expose the head. I jerked him up and down just a little to see if he would wake up. He hardly stirred. He just had mixed emotions flash on his face but they all seemed happy. I pressed my tongue against his shaft and licked it from his tiny balls all the way to the hooded tip.

He seemed to like that. It was time to see if I could suck his little boner without him waking up. I opened my mouth wide and took the whole thing in. I could feel his tiny balls on my chin. I could feel the hooded tip at the middle of my tongue. I sucked in, pressing my tongue against his cock.

I was in heaven. This is what I wanted. He was asleep so he would never know that I sucked him. And he just kept dreaming. I'd heard that you could do lots of things to a sleeping kid. I even heard that you can butt fuck them without waking them up. I'm sure that depends on the kid.

He was just smiling. His closed eyes were moving. His mouth moved a little as if he was trying to say something. I started to feel the uncut boy cock in my mouth. I swirled it around. I began to jerk off. My own hand was working my own tool right at the side of the bed.

I sucked a little more and began to go up and down on his tiny rod. My own hand was flying back and forth on my own erection. I kept looking at his face, hoping he would not wake up and think that I wanted him just for his body and cock. My pedophile nature took over. I picked up the pace.

He was making mewing noises and just had a happy face, mumbling some things I could not understand.

<SPURT! Spurt, spurt> I shot cum on the floor. But I wanted to feel him twitch. I was really working his rod in my mouth now. Up and down, swirling it around. I was trying to give him a wonderful blow job.

<Twitch, twitch, twitch> His boy erection moved in my mouth and he started to wake up. I quickly took my mouth off and covered him up with the sheet. He just rolled over and fell back into his deep sleep. I cleaned up the floor. I didn't want to leave any evidence. And I didn't feel bad.

I didn't feel like I'd hurt him. He would think it was simply a dream. And he was happy. I could do this every night. I went back to the internet, but gave up quickly. I exhausted all my possibilities. I could either try and keep him illegally, or I could call my sister for her advice. I didn't want to be looking over my shoulder every day, so I texted her that we should talk in private.

She agreed to come over the next day because I would not explain what I wanted over the phone. I went to the couch and fell asleep after a while, hoping I could have my own sexy dreams about Davy.

Chapter 8
Getting Advice

I started to dream of the cute boy in my home. He was so sweet and loving. He was wearing a bridal veil and nothing else, while I was wearing a bow tie, and nothing else. We were at an altar, and I could not see the preacher's face. He didn't seem bothered at all that I was marrying a 7-year-old boy.

I don't remember Davy going down on his knees in the dream. Yet, he was there. His tongue licking along the shaft and sucking just on the head. I moaned in the dream and felt myself trying to wake up. I didn't want this to end as I began to feel my cock being sucked and licked.

Now I was half awake and thought I still felt his warm mouth going up and down on my erection. His skilled tongue was swirling around my corona and shaft. I could swear I felt suction on my cock as my dream drifted away, yet I still felt the mouth on my cock.

I reached my hand down to jerk myself and felt hair. I started to open my eyes, and Davy was right there sucking away at my hard cock. I was still a little out of it or I may have pushed him away. Instead, I leaned back a little and rubbed his head. He was gentle and caring. By far the best blow job I've ever received.

It didn't take me long before I was spurting my load into his mouth. I was fully awake now, wondering if he knew I'd sucked him off last night. He giggled and left without a word. What a wonderful way to wake up! My perception of this boy was changing on a daily basis. I did want him to know he wasn't there for me JUST for sex.

I checked my phone and my sister said she would be there by noon. I had to get Davy some proper clothes, including underwear and socks. Plus, I knew of an educational supply store where I could get flash cards to see where Davy's education level stood.

"Davy, why did you suck me?"

He shrugged. "You had a stiffie and it needed to be taken care of. I'm a good boy, you know."

I hugged him. "You don't have to take care of my stiffies, and I already know you are a good boy. I keep telling you that you don't have to do sex stuff if you don't want to."

"But I do want to! I'm so happy around you and want to make you happy, too," he said, hugging me back.

"You do make me happy and it doesn't have to include sex stuff. I want to be a part of your life but I don't want you to think you have to do that stuff to make me like you. Which brings me to another subject. I don't know how to keep you. I don't want to lose you. So, my sister is going to visit later, hopefully to give me some advice."

He looked sad. I think he knew that if she reacted badly to me keeping this kid for three days now without telling the police about him, that he could be taken away.

"Okay," was all he said.

"I also need to take you to a proper store and get you some better clothes, including undies and socks."

His frown deepened. "How often do you want me to pee my undies?"

I was shocked at the question, and a little confused.

"What? W… why would I want you to pee your undies?"

He looked up at me. "Isn't that what undies are for? You pee them and poop in them and wear them all day."

Another chapter of Davy's sad life was just revealed. It explained why he hated undies so much.

"God, no! I don't want you to pee in them – or poop in them. Gross!" I was instantly reminded of the train incident. "Undies are, well… just for wearing and it helps keep your private parts snug against your body. And people are less likely to see your willy if you wear undies."`

He smiled. "So, I don't have to pee in them?"

"Uh, no! Yuck!" I said making a disgusted face. He giggled.

We had breakfast and then we went to the store with Davy dressed as best as he could be in his Goodwill clothes. I got groceries as well, asking him what he liked and didn't like. He tried on a lot of clothing and even picked out some spider-man undies. I bought him socks as well, but didn't think he would wear them until the weather got colder.

Back home, time ticked on as we waited for my sister, Julie, to arrive. Davy hid in the bedroom. I was nervous, and I could tell he was nervous, too. While we waited, we tried the flash cards, starting with numbers, up to 20, and the alphabet. He knew them all which was a relief. He at least knew the basics. I would have to graduate to words and math later.

A little while later Julie arrived, and she could tell I was nervous.

"Okay, what's going on?" she asked suspiciously.

"I need legal advice. I found something in the dumpster two days ago; please try to keep an open mind." I could not believe it was two days ago. I didn't know how else to explain finding Davy except for a sudden reveal.

She could tell I was serious. I'm sure she had no clue what I was about to show her.

"Okay…"

I turned my voice to the bedroom. "Okay, Davy. Come on out."

There was a very long pause. For a moment, I thought he may have stayed hidden or even tried to dart out the window. My sister was getting anxious. I wasn't a prankster, but I have had my moments in the past. So, I was beginning to think that she would think this was some sort of joke. "It's okay, Davy, I promise. She will listen to us."

You should have seen my sister's eyes widen as Davy peeked around the corner of the door. Her mouth gaped open. Very slowly, Davy moved further and further into view. He was glaring at the floor and had the lost look on his face that he had when I had first picked him up.

My sister looked at me, and then at this seven-year-old boy. She was in too much shock to say a word.

"Julie, this is Davy. Davy, this is my sister, Julie."

Davy would not look her in the face, nor would he come any closer. He had reverted back to his timid, shy persona.

She looked back at me.

"I want to keep him," I said. "But I don't know how to do it."

"Wait. You found HIM in the dumpster? Oh, my God! Are you serious?"

I nodded and Davy looked like he was about to run back into the bedroom.

"Yes, I am serious. I was at a fast food place, and saw him digging through the dumpster looking for food. I brought him here."

"Did you call the police? DHS? CPS? A doctor to look him over?" Davy ran back into the bedroom, sobbing.

"No, and you just saw the reason why I didn't. He doesn't trust police. I had to gain his trust first. I want to keep him, Julie. Please. If we call the police now, I'll never see him again."

"But, Mike, you're gay."

I nodded. "That doesn't mean I don't want to keep him as my son. I want to adopt him. I want him to be legally mine. I need advice Julie. Please."

She sat down hard. "I think I'm going to need some coffee. Davy! I won't call the police. Please come back out. I won't hurt you."

It took several more minutes before he re-emerged. His eyes were red from crying. He was still sniffling his nose. He ran up and hugged me, wiping his eyes on my shorts. I hugged him back and I could almost see my sister's heart melting before me. She sighed and called her husband, telling him she might be a while.

She borrowed my computer and did some research in areas I didn't even know existed. She was there for an hour, not saying much, droning through article after article of information. Finally, she brought Davy and myself back into my small living room. "Okay. I don't think you are going to get him fully. If you went to the police right now, you might, and I do stress the word 'might' not go to jail. You could be charged with kidnapping, molestation, and a list of other charges."

"But, I think your story would keep a judge from doing this if you kept to the truth. Davy would be questioned over and over again to see if you had molested him or you forced him to do anything. With proper legal counseling, I can see you getting good visitation rights as Davy would go through counseling and be checked by a doctor. This is the most likely scenario."

"Now, I can't legally suggest that you go the illegal route of faking adoption papers, vaccination records, or things like that. If you did go that route, and were found out, you'd be in jail for a very long time. It may even be federal prison. Granted it might work, but you'd have to tell a lot of people a lot of lies. And lies can wear thin after a while, and you'd always be looking over your shoulder. So, I suggest the first method."

I could tell she was holding something back from me; I knew my sister very well.

"You are leaving out an option, aren't you?"

She sighed. "Yes. You could try to find Davy's mother and get her to sign Legal Guardianship paperwork. You would have much needed information on Davy, and it's much harder to get someone off legal documentation than it is to get on new legal documentation. If you could do this, Davy would be legally yours and someone would have to prove you were unfit to be able to take him from you."

I smiled at this option, but my sister was still talking…

"But, that will take time. You'd have to find his mother, if she's alive. You'd have to convince her to sign him over to you. She would have to be competent enough to know what she was doing. There would be no guarantee, and the longer you took, the less likely you'd even get visitation rights is you were found out. It would be VERY risky. I suggest you take the first option."

I really wanted Davy to be mine, and that meant that the last option was the only option. "Can you give us a week? Just one week; if I can't find his mother by then, I will have to try the first option. We can change the day I found him if it comes to that. But I really do want to keep him. I love him."

I meant it as more than just fatherly love, and I didn't think my sister caught on that I wanted more out of him than just adoption. If I could get his mother to sign him over to me, we could build a relationship. I knew a week was a little unrealistic, but I didn't know what else to do.

"Okay, Mike. I'll give you one week. I'll get the proper paperwork started in the hope that you can win her over. But, if I'm brought to court, I won't lie. I would be your legal counsel and help you out. But, I can't promise you anything more. So, all I can say is 'good luck'."

I thanked my sister. I knew Davy and I had a lot to do, but first we had to find his mother.

Chapter 9
Retracing Steps

After my sister left, I was eager to get out there and look for Davy's mother. But I was at a loss of how and where to start. I asked if Davy knew where his mother lived and he shook his head 'no'. When you are just a kid trying to forget your past, I would suspect you wouldn't want to remember.

So, I asked him to look around while I drove and see if anything looked familiar. We got in the car and drove aimlessly up and down some of the less attractive streets. We saw more homeless and seedy looking characters, but at that point, I didn't want to get out and try to talk to any of them. A lot of them scared the hell out of me, and I wondered how Davy did it at such a young age.

The sun was hanging low in the sky when I decided to stop somewhere for lunch.

"Does this look familiar?"

Hope had drained from his face. He barely looked up before he said, "No."

"Really?" I asked with some humor. "This place doesn't look familiar? Was our first meeting not that memorable to you?"

He looked harder this time and smiled as he gazed at the dumpster I'd found him in.

"Well… maybe." This time he was smiling just a little. But it did tell me that he wasn't paying that much attention.

"We just need a break. I know you are tired and things may not look good, but I'm hoping you can think of something. I'll go take the drive-through and then maybe we can try something else."

He nodded and I did just that, parking right next to the dumpster. That had a connection for us as we ate. Davy was eating a lot slower than normal. He usually gulps it down like it's going to fade away.

"What's on your mind, little man?"

He took a big breath.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Anything you want; we're in the car so no one can hear you."

"Let's say we find my mom, or we get the judge to let you keep me. Would we do sex stuff then? I miss it."

Deep down in my heart, I knew we would.

"Most likely. Unless I think I'm hurting you, or think I'm going to mess you up later in life. I will admit, I… I sucked your willy when you were asleep."

He giggled. "Yeah, I figured. It's not the first time I've been sleep-sucked. Greg use to do it all the time so I'd wake up with a boner and he'd tell me that I must be in the mood for cock. I know what it feels like. I sucked you the next morning."

This time I laughed a little.

"Yeah, I know. Best blow job in my life. Too bad I was still asleep."

He leaned over and I gave him a hug.

"Did you have any other questions?" I asked.

"Well, it's very likely you won't get me. I know that. So… can we do sex stuff now? I used to do it at the movies all the time anyways."

An idea popped in my head. "I'll consider it. But, I'm not going to say yes yet. But I just got an idea. I know of a run-down theater that just closed not that long ago. Do you think it might be the same one? Maybe we can backtrack from there."

He lit up. That theater held good memories for him.

"Yeah!" He was smiling now.

The theater was further than I would have expected Davy to have traveled since he left it. So, I didn't think it was the same one. But it was the only one I knew about. I drove up and saw the 'For Lease' sign on the front. The doors had a chain on them, locking them together.

Davy's eyes were as wide as his smile.

"This is it! I know this place. Park around the back. I want to show you something."

The sun was pretty low by now, and it seemed like a good spot to take a break. I was hoping this would spur more memories out of Davy. If I could get him to remember, he might remember something to lead me to his mother.

I parked the car and he ran up to a back door. He lifted up the knob, not even turning it, and it opened right up.

"Come on," he encouraged, like an excited little boy, "and I'll show you around."

I got out two flashlights so we could look around. It was dark and creepy, and I had the feeling there wouldn't be any electricity.

Sure enough, Davy flipped a switch and nothing happened.

"Oh, well, I can still show you around."

I handed him a flashlight and he was practically bouncing now.

"Upstairs are the camera rooms. Nice places if you want a private Davy-session. Once the movie started, the projectors didn't need much tending. So, no one would bother us, and the owner ran the movies anyways. I think I've sucked and fucked in each one, several times."

He giggled. Then he walked up to the main office and it was unlocked.

"This is the owner's office."

I was beginning to wonder if he knew the guy's name. There was still furniture in the room; filing cabinets, a large desk, and an executive chair, though it was all covered in a thick layer of dust.

"I used to go under his desk and give him blow jobs while he worked. Too bad he got sick."

This was a new layer of information. I thought the place closed down because the movies were not getting visitors, or maybe someone had blabbed about Davy. I didn't press further as he bounded out of the room again. His light was bouncing up and down as he jolted out.

"Over there, in that store room, is where he kept the restock of popcorn."

He tried the door and it came open. There were still tins of unused popcorn kernels. But most of the candy stock had been eaten by rats or mice.

"Too bad we need 'lec ticity to make popcorn. It's my favorite snack."

He gestured down the hallways where the movies would have played.

"Eight theaters. I've fucked and sucked in each one. But let me show you my favorite one."

He ran down the hallway and I had trouble keeping up. It was the last auditorium at the end of the hallway. He opened the door and I followed him in.

It smelled like old stale popcorn with a hint of sex. It looked so run down. The chairs were ratty and some you couldn't even sit in.

"This was my home. The only people who'd come in this section was customers." He pointed to a corner. "I slept over there. Here, let me show you my favorite spot."

He rushed to where the handicapped chairs would go. There were two good chairs and a large space between them for a potential wheelchair. He sat on the floor.

"I didn't get customers every day. So, I'd watch movies here. Plus, this is where Bobby and I met."

He sighed, and I sat down next to him on the floor.

"I miss Bobby. I really liked fucking his butt… and mouth. Most of the time, adults would suck me or fuck me. Most couldn't care less if I got any pleasure out of it. Well… they did like to see me hard, because that would mean I was enjoying it. I can get it hard and keep it hard for hours without even being in the mood."

"But Bobby… damn I miss him. He'd always make me feel special. He cared about me, and cared that I had an orgasm. He'd come in and play with me without sex sometimes. He was my only friend. His father was okay, too. He never hurt me, and most of the time, he'd just let me and Bobby play, or have sex… or both."

He scooted back into me. The back of his head rested on my chest. Sex was not always unpleasant for Davy. He saw it as part of life. He saw it as reward and love. My resolve was gone, but I wanted more than just sex. I took the flashlight and aimed it at my hand, trying to get the shadow to cast up onto the big screen.

Davy giggled and did the same. We made shadow puppets on the screen, trying to make a story out of it. If Davy was going to be taken away from me, why not make these times special? Why not give him what he wanted? Why not let these memories be good memories for him?

So, I leaned forward and kissed him on the back of the neck. He looked up at me and I kissed the end of his nose.

"So, should I be jealous of Bobby?" I asked with merriment.

He smirked. "Well, I have to convince you to do anything. I NEVER had to convince Bobby to do anything. Maybe he loved me more," he teased.

I picked him up a little and pressed my lips against his. My mouth was a lot larger than his. I could have put his whole nose and mouth in mine. But I was trying to be gentle and loving. Our lips grazed each other's. I pressed my lips against his. We were making kissing noises and it echoed in the empty theater.

We kissed like that for about a minute when I felt his tongue touch my lips. I licked his lips and the next kiss involved open mouths. Our tongues met and collided at the same time. He giggled. He had such a light, little giggle. But that didn't stop us.

My tongue eased into his mouth. I felt his tongue on the right side of mine, and I felt it touch a tooth. I swirled my tongue around his. I felt a tooth was missing, reminding me that he was only 7 years old. He had not lost all of his teeth yet, nor had he grown one back all the way.

I felt his wet and warm tongue trace around my own. Every once in a while, our lips would meet with a smacking sound. I was lifting him up so he could reach my mouth better. He was so light. I could still feel his ribs, but I thought I was doing a pretty good job of feeding him.

We kissed passionately for a while. It felt special and loving. I set him down and began to lift his shirt off his body. He didn't say a word but simply lifted his arms for me. His skin was so soft. He pushed my shirt up and I took it off, flinging it across the theater. He giggled again. He took his shirt and flung it as far as he could.

We kicked off our shoes, but left our socks on. It was cool in the theater. He stood up for me and I pushed down his pants. His erection bounced into view. I had a feeling this was not something he was forcing to happen. I felt like it was a natural reaction. He picked up his pants and undies and flung them across the large room with a giggle.

It was still very dim in the theater with only the flashlights for lights. I opened my mouth and I pulled his butt forward so his cock would enter my mouth. It was the perfect mouthful. It wasn't too long, so I wasn't going to gag, yet it was long enough that I could get him in to the hilt and it filled it nicely.

I sucked softly. The insides of my cheeks were touching his little boy cock. I rotated my tongue around his shaft. I could feel his extra foreskin at the back of my tongue. I slid it out. It was wet and glistened in the dim light.

"I'm going to suck your little boy cock until you orgasm," I said.

"Only if I get to suck you after," he replied.

I nodded and used my lips to push back the extra skin on his young cock. It locked into place, but I knew it could still be moved back and forth. I moved my head forward and back, and he humped my mouth, trying to get it in as far as he could. It felt so strange doing this in such an open place. I have to admit, it was a little thrilling.

Davy picked up speed with his face fucking. I met his every stroke. He was still smiling widely.

"I'm going… to…" I felt the cock flex and pulse in my mouth. There would not be any liquid for a few years, but I knew he had just climaxed. He sighed and hugged me after pulling out of my mouth.

"Lie down," he said. I did so, and he unhooked my shorts and I helped him pull them off. He took them all the way off and tossed them across the room again with another giggle. I was so damn hard. If anyone walked in on us, I'd be caught red handed. I would not be able to cover myself, and would not be able to explain why I was naked with a seven-year-old boy.

But I wasn't worried. He spread my legs and got between them as I lay on the floor staring up at the ceiling. He took my hard cock and licked all the way around the head and shaft. He was covering it with as much saliva as possible.

"Just the mouth today, okay?" I said. "And only do what you want. Don't worry about what you think I want."

He nodded. I wasn't ready to butt fuck him quite yet. I propped my head up under my arms so I could see him. His young face seemed so happy as he took my cock in his young hands. He stuck out his tongue and pressed it hard to the undercarriage of my cock. He licked from my balls to the slit.

I was breathing hard. It felt so damn good, and watching a seven-year-old lick my cock was heavenly. He did this very slowly three more times. On the last stroke, I was oozing out precum. It drooled out over my cock. It only took four licks.

"I think somebody really wants this," Davy teased.

He took one long lick of the precum, making sure I'd see it glisten off his tongue before he swallowed. Then he started to lick around the corona. He didn't make a full circle before I was oozing out precum again.

"You know, you're not going to have any left by the time I really get started."

"I can't help it," I said with a laugh.

He opened his mouth wide and took the head of my cock into his young mouth. I could feel my cock precum again, but not a drop seeped out. He swallowed. Very slowly, he eased more and more of my cock into his mouth. I could see a bulge in his throat. I was about to remind him that he didn't have to do anything, but then I remembered that I'd instructed him to do what he wanted.

He let the cock slip out and went back down my shaft. But this time he settled for about half way. It seemed almost more erotic seeing half of my rigid rod down a young boy's throat. I could feel the suction and the insides of his cheeks as they embraced my cock.

He started sliding up and down on my rod. "I'm…" that was all I got to say, as I felt my cock erupt into his mouth, spurt after spurt; I lost count of how many spurts it made. He let my cock slip out. He opened his mouth, showing the evidence of my dirty deed. Then he swallowed.

Scooting up, he hugged me tightly and said, "I wish you were my daddy, now and forever."

We had oral sex three more times before cuddling up for the night. He was in my arms as we remained naked except for our socks, falling asleep together.

Chapter 10
Fortune Favors Those in Love

I woke up with Davy in my arms. We were cuddling all night long. It felt so right, like it was meant to be. I knew he was awake, but we just laid there, still naked, in each other's arms. Then a few questions popped into my head.

"Um, Davy, what is your last name, anyway?"

Davy laughed. "Bowen," he said.

I couldn't believe I hadn't asked him before.

"What was your mother's name? Do you know it?" A lot of little kids don't know their mother's name, and Davy left when he was rather young. He thought about it for a very long minute or two.

"Gloria," he said, as if a light bulb lit up in his head. Now I had a name. It would be easier to find her. Then another, more important question popped in my mind.

"Do you know your friend Bobby's last name?" My heart quickened.

"Oh, yeah, It's Draper. We pretended to get married once."

I tickled him. "You mean I'm getting involved with a married person?" I said in a mock mean voice.

He laughed and laughed. But it was time to press the issue.

"And do you know Bobby's father's name?"

He didn't even pause. "Yeah, it's Glen. I keep calling him Mr. Draper, and he keeps telling me to call him Glen."

My mind was reeling. There could not be that many Glen Drapers in the city. And he'd have to live close enough to the movie theater to visit it as often as he did. Plus, Davy'd hinted he had contacts with others, as he'd found out about Davy. Which would mean he was our best hope for finding Davy's mother.

I hugged Davy hard. "You know what that means?"

He shook his head no, but was smiling because I was smiling.

"It means that we have a chance. You didn't happen to know Glen before he met you at the theater, did you?"

Davy was smiling big now and nodded yes. This meant Glen knew Davy when he was still with his mother. He was the link to the chain we needed. I hugged Davy hard.

"We need to find my phone. Where did we throw my pants?"

We found them, with my phone in the pocket. It was not damaged (thank goodness), and I quickly did a Google search. There were only two Glen Drapers near where we were. And one of them was a real estate agent. Could he be connected with the real estate company leasing this movie theater?

"We need to celebrate."

I knew it was too early to count our chickens, since they hadn't hatched yet, but I was happy and excited. This was the closest we've ever been. It was the first hurdle to cross.

"We can suck each other," Davy suggested.

I rolled over and pried open my butt cheeks.

"Or we could do something else…"

He jumped up. "I'll get the popcorn butter!"

He raced off and not too long later, came back with a tiny lid with popcorn butter.

"Let me grease you up."

I shook my head. "Nope. You do me first," I said, presenting my ass to him again.

He seemed surprised. "I've never fucked an adult ass before, only other boys."

"So, I finally found something Davy Bowen has not done before," I joked.

He laughed. "Now look what you've done; you got me all nice and hard. What am I going to do about that?" he teased back.

I slapped my ass. He coated his 7-year-old cock up with the butter (even though I was pretty sure he would not need it because of his size) and walked up to my still-bent-over form. I looked straight ahead. He noticed my cock was hard.

"Oh, so you like this, hmm?" he said with a smile.

He gave me a quick smack across the bottom and I looked forward. I held my butt cheeks apart as far as I could. I wanted to give him as much access to my anus as possible. I felt something press on the outer ring. At first, I thought it was his finger, but it was larger than his finger. It was closer to the size of my own middle finger, but thicker.

I felt him circle around my asshole. He was tickling my hole with his boy-cock.

"So, are we going to do this sometime today?" I teased.

Then I felt him push it. It was a constant push, and I was relaxing my muscles. It slid in easily as he was only a 7-year-old fucking an adult sized butt-hole. I felt him push more and more of it into my ass. The very tip of it brushed up against my prostate.

Then he pulled out and shoved it in quickly. It was heavenly. My dreams were all coming true. A little boy, whom I loved more than anything in the world, was fucking my ass. Davy would pull it out to the tip and ram it back again until I felt his robin's egg-sized balls touch me. I moaned with pleasure.

He rammed me again and again. He kept tapping my prostate which was making me precum just a little. He held it in for a moment and I felt it twitch in my ass. He was breathing hard. He pulled out very quickly and bent over.

"Okay, my turn," he said in a happy tone.

But I lifted his body gently and placed him on his back.

"I want to see your face when I fuck your ass." He gave me a huge smile. How could someone so young be looking forward to having his ass fucked? But he looked contented, excited, and happy.

I coated my own cock with some popcorn butter. He held his legs in his arms, lifting his ass high into the air. His dwindling erection was already starting to come alive again. I pressed my phallus against his sphincter. I wiggled it around just a little, and he relaxed his anal muscles, making it look like his butt-hole was kissing the air.

I slowly started to push my member in. I could feel him flex and relax his anus. It was like it was drawing me in. I pushed my cock against his tight hole with constant pressure. His butt-hole started to widen for me. It took a moment, but the head was in. That was the hard part.

I pushed very slowly and carefully. I've never felt anything so tight against my pecker in my life. My shaft slowly sank in, fraction of an inch by fraction of an inch. His smile never wavered even though I figured the first push must have hurt a little. I rocked my cock back and forth, sliding a little more and a little more inside of the boy. Soon I felt my balls touch his butt cheeks.

I fucked him nice and slow, watching the look on his face. His little boy pecker was now back in full force. I suspected I was hitting his prostate as well, or maybe he just liked being butt fucked. He was moaning louder than I was. I picked up the tempo and I saw his cock twitch and felt his ass flex on my cock.

I fucked his boy-ass faster and harder, but making sure he still loved it. I loved him, and this felt more powerful than just lust. It felt like we had a connection. I was getting close. I pushed it all the way in.

"I love you so much, Davy," I said, as my cock spurted over and over again, filling his tight ass.

"I love you, too," he answered with a sigh. I pulled out of him and gave him a kiss on the lips. We were like two lovers, kissing like no man and boy should, but I had to stop. I had work to do. I got cleaned up and dressed and so did he.

***

I got the lease company's number for the theater and called it.

"Yes, do you happen to have a person working there by the name of Glen Draper?" The receptionist confirmed it. "Is he in charge of the lease on the theater?" I told her the theater name and address. She put me on hold then transferred me to Glen.

"This is Glen." he replied. "Are you thinking of leasing or renting the theater?"

At that moment I had a choice. I could lie to the man and say yes, but I wanted him to trust me.

"I know our conversation is probably recorded for training purposes. But I'm trying to help someone, somebody you may know. Do you know a little boy named Davy Bowen?"

There was a very long pause. I suspected he was debating whether to hang up or talk to me.

"That name sounds familiar," he said vaguely. "Let me call you from my personal phone." He took my phone number and we hung up.

It was a very long pause, almost five minutes, before my phone rang. I thought he had given up.

"I had to go somewhere private. What do you know of that boy?" It was hard to tell if he was angry or concerned.

"I'm trying to help him." I paused, then, "I love him." Then I paused again. "I love him VERY much." I didn't want to give too much away. "I want to adopt him and keep him and show him not all men are jerks. I'm at the theater right now. Will you help me? Please?" I know I sounded desperate. I was sure he would not call the cops as he'd be in trouble as well.

"I can't get off 'til noon at the earliest. I can meet you there then."

"Can you bring Bobby with you?" I knew this was another risk, but it would mean that he'd know that I knew what he did with his son. "I would love to meet him, and Davy can't stop talking about how much he misses him."

There was another pause that lasted over a solid minute. "I'll bring him as well."

The first hurdle was over. "We can let the boys catch up on some pent-up excitement." I laughed. "I think it would do Davy some good." He agreed again. Now Davy and I just had to wait until noon.

Chapter 11
Glen and Bobby

Davy and I were on pins and needles, waiting on Glen and Bobby. I must admit, I was scared to death, and a little afraid we'd celebrated too early. I had not met the father and son duo yet. Time seemed to go slower than normal. We didn't do any more sex stuff we were so nervous.

We waited outside in front of the movie theater. Noon passed, and then 1 o'clock. I was beginning to think that Glen and Bobby weren't going to show up. Did they flee, thinking that we were cops? Were they going to turn us in anonymously? Finally, a sporty car drove up. The windows were darkened, so we could not see who was inside.

The car was barely in park, when a boy about 10 or 11 years old got out of the car and quickly ran up to the front of the theater. He was a handsome boy, with short brown hair, and blue eyes.

Davy's eyes lit up and he ran to meet the boy half way.

The older boy picked Davy up and started to kiss him all over his face. By the fifth peck, they were meeting lips, and tongue action was happening. I admit, I was a little jealous. Was this why I'd found Davy? Was it to reunite him with his friend? Would they grow up together and get married and adopt kids?

I was happy and sad at the same time. Surely, Davy would rather be with his friend than with an adult. The other adult got out of the car. He looked like an older version of the boy. "Hello, I'm Glen, and I see you've met Bobby," Glen said. "Let's go inside so we can talk in private."

I nodded. Glen unlocked the front door and we went inside. Bobby had a nice tent in his pants.

"Come on Davy! Let's have some fun! I missed your fine ass."

Davy looked up at me, as if for approval. I guess my unenthusiastic demeanor shone through. His smile turned into a frown.

"No," he said. All three of us said, "WHAT!?"

Davy shook his head again. "I said 'no'. I love Mike and I… I don't want to hurt him. As much as I love sex, I would rather give it up, if it meant I could be with him forever."

I was shocked. This boy loved sex more than anything in the world. Every action he ever took, seemed to scream sex. And now he was saying he'd give it all up for me. I had to admit, I was touched. I was beginning to think that he'd prefer Bobby, or be part of Glen and Bobby's family. But he didn't. He wanted to be with me in every way.

I smiled and gave Davy a hard, loving hug. "Davy; I love you, too. But I know what sex means to you. It means love and caring. It means friendship and connection. I'm not going to take that away from you. I know how much you love your friend, and you have talked about him like a lover. So, if you want a little sex with him, I won't stand in your way."

"Really?" he asked, looking up at me.

"Really." I replied.

"Okay, but you'll be the only adult I do from now on. Sorry Glen, you'll have to pound Bobby's ass and mouth from now on."

"Like I ever stopped," Glen teased.

The boys started to get undressed right in front of us. I had so many questions for Glen.

"So, um… you fuck your son?"

"And suck him. And he sucks and fucks me. I was loved on as a boy, and never felt like I was forced, or neglected. I never felt guilty even once. Sometimes, I still fuck my father when I see him. But I prefer boys. I'm a boy-lover. It's very similar to being gay, but you only want to do things with boys."

I understood, but had more questions. "But… you have a son. How is that possible?"

"Well, there was a time when I wasn't sure what I was. Was I gay? Was I a boy lover? Was I just feeling this way because my father had sex with me on a regular basis? I was in doubt and denial for a long time after I moved out. I met a female friend, and we hit it off. We were semi-romantic, and we got really drunk on my birthday. She got pregnant. We got married."

The two boys were naked now, kissing each other like lovers. They were rubbing their little cocks together like they were trying to start a fire.

Glen sighed. "I loved her more like a sister than a wife. I had trouble getting aroused around her. But I did it for our baby. I kept it together for him. She died in childbirth. I raised Bobby, and tried not to ever do anything with him. But that changed when he turned five. He never wore pants much anyways, and he was wiggling his butt in a playful manner."

Bobby had his mouth wrapped around Davy's erection, and Davy had his around Bobby's in the classic 69 position. They were humping each other's face and moaning.

Glen continued. "I got naked, and started to love on him, like I was loved on as a child. It started off as kissing, but by the time he turned six, we were doing everything. By the time Bobby turned eight, we were watching gay porn together, and he was seeing more and more things. He wanted to try more things. I found a site that has kid porn on it, and he wanted to be recorded and find boys to play with sexually."

There was still moaning and humming in the background. My cock was rigid watching the two boys sucking each other. Bobby gave a loud grunt, and Davy almost choked.

"You make cum now?"

Bobby just laughed. "Surprise!"

I laughed at the duo. Glen went on.

"That's how I found Davy. Bobby was pretty good at doing things with other boys. And he loved being on video. He never found such a connection as when he found Davy. Davy was five, and Bobby was nine. But they hit it off like lovers. So, to hear him say he'd rather be with you is certainly a surprise."

Davy now had Bobby bent over and he was licking his pucker, wiggling his tongue inside the older boy's ass. Bobby was moaning.

"Are you going to lick it all day, or are you going to fuck it?"

I was so happy for Davy. Now it was my turn to talk.

"I was never loved on like that as a boy, but I've always had a soft spot for younger boys, even when I was a boy. But I hid it well. Most people don't even think I'm gay. Or, a boy-lover. Men are okay, but I prefer boys. Always have."

Davy was pushing his young boy cock into Bobby's ass, as he held his butt cheeks apart for the younger boy. His smile was so broad. He looked so happy. How could I deny him this? He wasn't hurting anyone.

"Then four days ago, I found Davy dumpster diving for food. We fell in love – if you can believe that, and now I'm looking for his mother to see if she'll sign guardianship over to me. Do you know where I can find her?"

I was ignoring the two boys now, even though they were still grunting in the background. A large smile appeared on Glen's face.

"Yes, in fact I do. You see, when this place went down, we searched for Davy and couldn't find him. I knew where he used to live, and hoped he would have returned there as he had nowhere else to go. I never thought of getting the mother to sign over guardianship. That's clever. But I was hoping to find a way to make Davy part of our family."

I glanced back and saw the boys had changed positions, with Bobby now fucking Davy's ass. Glen went on.

"I helped her get to a rehab center and from there to a half-way house. She's a waitress now. She got pregnant with Davy when she was only 13. Her father got her pregnant. They took him away, and she ran to the streets. She tried her best to take care of Davy for the first 2 or 3 years, but met the wrong guy. He led her to drugs, and he molested Davy, turning him into a sex object."

Bobby was pounding Davy's ass pretty good now. He pushed in hard and grunted again. Then he pulled out of him, and tackled Davy, hauling him to the ground where he cuddled him. Glen looked at me seriously.

"Now, I don't mind a loving, respectful relationship for sex. As long as both partners agree on it. Bobby was the one who asked me to help him meet other boys. I won't tolerate Davy being hurt. So, what exactly are your intentions with him before I go any further?"

The two boys were kissing and hugging on the floor.

"I love him," I began. "I love him like a father. I love him like a lover. I only want what's best for him. I won't make him suck or fuck other men. If he wants to love on other boys, I will let that happen. I see how happy Bobby has made him. Even if he never had sex with me again, I'd still want to raise him and love him. My heart goes out to him. I've never felt this way about anyone before."

"I believe you," Glen said. "I feel the same way about Bobby. Let's allow the two boys to continue to get reacquainted while I take you to see Davy's mother.

I nodded and we told the boys that we had to go, but would be back soon. They just stayed on the floor, cuddled together like two lovers.

Epilogue

Glen took me to see Gloria. She was working at a diner, and I asked when she could take a break to talk about her son.

She was so worried about him. She took her break shortly and we talked in private. She told me that she was only 13 when she got pregnant with Davy and knew she was over her head when she ran away. They took her father into custody because they could tell by the DNA that Davy was his child.

She did her best to take care of Davy. She found an abandoned house and lived in it for a while. She got food from fast food places (where Davy must have gotten his idea to go to dumpsters). Then she met the wrong guy, who she'd thought would take care of her and Davy. Then she got hooked on drugs, and soon Davy was the last thing on her mind.

She had sex for money, and since her father loved on her, she never thought a man could be cruel when he had sex with Davy. She was too out of it to realize that he didn't want anything but sex and money out of her son. The man had kept her hooked on drugs. She hadn't even noticed that Davy was gone until Glen had found her. Glen turned her life around.

But she still didn't think she was ready to take Davy back. Not yet. That's when I suggested signing over guardianship to me. She agreed as long as she got visitation rights. She still loved Davy, but understood that she was not yet able to take the boy back. She wanted what was best for Davy.

I set up an appointment so my sister could have her sign the paperwork. I found out Davy's birthday and other important facts.

***

I still kept the connection close with Gloria. I told Davy and he was so happy. We had sex several times that night at the theater. Glen and I are now co-owners of it.

I never had sex with another boy, not even Bobby. Glen and I are just good friends. Glen fucks and sucks Bobby, and I fuck and suck Davy. And Davy fucks and sucks Bobby.

When Davy turned 8 years old, I took him as my life-mate. I know no court would see it as legal, but we knew we were a couple.

I was surprised at how few people questioned whether I was his father. No one suspected I was gay, or that Davy wasn't my real son. I told only a few people, and it was the edited, non-sexual version of the dumpster story. No one ever tried to take him from me.

Glen and I now live in the theater, and we've opened the door to other boy-lovers like us. We are now a small community. We take great care in who we let into our community and who we don't. Never a day goes by that I don't see a boy fucking or sucking another boy, or a man fucking or sucking a boy. I love it and everyone seems so happy. We are very careful not to get caught.

Davy and I grew closer every day, even when he became a teenager, and then an adult. He's 18 now, and we can make our wedding bond official. We are already talking about adopting other kids who were abused so we can show them that not all men are jerks. We want them to feel loved. I see many more loving opportunities for us in the future. 

The End