PZA Boy Stories


The Reunion


After high school, Peter end Mike, two gay boyfriends moved to different parts of the USA. Mike married and has a son. After 13 year they want to see eachother again. Mike, his wife Carolyn and 10 year old son go to visit Peter. What will happen as Mike's wife meets her husbands former boyfriend? Does Mike still love Peter of is he happily married with Carolyn.

Publ. JPP stories 2000; this site Feb 2017
Finished 14,000 words (28 pages)


Peter, Narrator (31yo), Daniel (10-11yo)

Category & Story codes

Consensual man-boy story
Mb – cons oral


If you are under the legal age of majority in your area or have objections to this type of expression, please stop reading now.

If you don't like reading erotic stories about boys, why are you here in the first place?

This story is the complete and total product of the author's imagination and a work of fantasy, thus it is completely fictitious, i.e. it never happened and it doesn't mean to condone or endorse any of the acts that take place in it. The author certainly wouldn't want the things in this story happening to his character(s) to happen to anyone in real life.

It is just a story, ok?

Orphan story

Pennywise's story originally was published on Johnie's pages. This site disappeared and the e-mail address of the author is not listed.

Pennywise, if you read this, I hope you agree I have "saved" your story by publishing it on this site. It is not changed at all.


— 1 —

I was so excited, and I kept jumping up and down in glee and clapping my hands like a little schoolboy. My old friend from High School was coming to visit me all the way from Atlanta. It has been 13 years since I've seen him, and although we kept in regular contact first via snail mail and then by e-mail, we still missed each other so much he decided to come and stay for a few days. I was fortunate in that I had a large house and enough guest bedrooms to accommodate him, his wife and his son in separate rooms, but of course I'm sure that he would like to sleep in the same room as his wife.

I had set up the master bedroom, which is usually mine for them to use, and the bedroom next to it for the son. I picked another room, which I normally used, as a storeroom for myself. Although it was two weeks to go, I had the place all set up and ready waiting for them. The next two weeks were really incredible, because as each day went by I felt closer and closer to him.

For a bit of background, we used to be lovers way back in the 80's. In fact, in that time we were so queen that we started riots in school because the gay scene was not too well appreciated in that time. Fortunately for us, we were both martial arts experts (we originally met doing Martial Arts classes), and we could really fend for ourselves.

When we left school, my parents had moved to Boston, and as I was still living with them we unfortunately had to part ways. We kept in communication by snail mail, and I think the worst letter I ever got was when he had said that he had found a girlfriend.

I remember the exact words he used in the letter, and I quote:

"You have been a great companion of mine for many years – I have never regretted the time I have spent with you and the enjoyment we brought each other. You know I have never been able to keep anything from you, and it is with deep sorrow that I have to inform you that I have found a girlfriend. She's a science student at the uni and very intelligent and attractive – just like you. I have been without a partner for a few terms now, and I really don't like being alone. For some reason I find her very ravishing. A few years ago I would never have thought I would like a fish, but it seems like time changes a person."

I was so unhappy afterwards, I blamed everybody I could, especially my parents for allowing this to happen. They had to move because my father got a better job offer. I was crying for weeks and weeks thereafter. It did take me quite a while to get to grips with it, and accept it. We resumed writing to each other after I had sent him a letter telling him that I would cherish the memories of our love relationship, and still regard him as a friend even though we can never be as it was in the past.

A few years later, he was a husband and a father, and every once in a while I was sent pictures of their son, who they named Daniel. Normally I just put those in file number 13 (in other words, anywhere) and kept the pictures of him. Life has treated him well, and he's still looking as cute and handsome as he was in our final year. Nowadays he's a professor of Science and teaching at the Boston University of Science. I have also done well for myself, and I'm the CEO of my own company, and we deal with Computer Services and maintenance. Being a CEO is nice because you can basically work whenever you want.

Twelve days to go. I was pacing my house up and down waiting for the big day. While in my recollection of the days gone past, I received a telephone call from him.


"Hey Mike, it's Pete."

"Yo Pete! Hey man how's things?"

"Pretty good. With yourself?"

"Yeah it's good. Uh, you're not phoning to cancel are you?" The cheerfulness in my voice seemed to disappear with that question.

"No, not in the least. I was just calling to say hi and to double check the arrangements."

"Oh good."

We spent another 20 minutes going over everything. He is a very thorough man, and he always has been. He also informed me that things were not going too well with the wife, and I just told him "That's what everybody is saying these days," and we laughed.

One week to go. Oh boy oh boy oh boy I'm so excited I can hardly contain myself. When I would answer the phone I would sing the word "hello" into the caller's ear. Normally the secretary would be the one on the receiving end. However a few people would know my direct dial number and be on the receiving end too. One of the people who just happened to be the chief of a large company that we were supporting said "Oh I'm sorry, I must have the wrong number." That was quite funny.

My private secretary is male AND a prissy queen. He is young and cute too, and I'm sure he would love to have had me in him, but they always say never get involved with your colleagues. He was a very good secretary, and extremely reliable and funny at times. I hand picked him myself, not because of his looks and the fact he was gay, but because he was the most suitable of all the applicants. I found out about his gayness afterwards.

I also had some friends outside of work, but none of them as close as I had with Pete. I was well known and respected in the community – I was also a teacher for Martial Arts, and on Saturdays gave lessons in the gymnasium close to where I lived. Two lessons, one for beginners and one for advanced students. I really looked forward to the advanced classes because some of the people doing the classes were really cute looking. Some were extremely ugly, but all those comments I kept to myself. Where I lived, the only people that knew about my homosexuality was my parents, and they never told anybody about it. My dad's still working and my Mom's a housewife and runs a nursery school. What's really great is that they have not abandoned me for being what I am. Occasionally I get the "I wish I was a grandmother" from my mom, but she just smiles when she says that.

"Who knows ma – maybe you get your wish some day." Not bloody likely.

Two days to go. Now I can barely control myself. I'm jumping and skipping everywhere I go, and in some places almost caused an accident while driving. My colleagues at work knew why I was so excited – but they never knew what my relationship was with this old friend of mine. However, I did get a funny comment from my secretary, in private of course.

"I think that you're so excited because you're going to have some hot sex with him."

"What?" I looked up astonished that he had said that. Not astonished because he said it but because he was talking along the lines of me possibly being gay.

"But of course, I'm saying that because that's why I'd be so excited." He did one of those giggling laughs which he normally did when he was in his queen moods. I laughed with him. They say it takes one to know one – maybe he knows about me, maybe he doesn't. The most important thing is that if he knows, then he hasn't told anybody else about me. Well, at least I hope he hasn't.

— 2 —

Finally – the day has arrived. The doorbell rung and I flung the door open to see him there – He had his old school jumper on with his awarded letter sown on in the middle. I couldn't believe he still had that jumper after 13 years. Well, maybe I could, because I had the same jumper stashed away somewhere. In that year we were two of the very few that achieved letters for sporting achievements, and of course it was for our Martial Arts. He never carried on with it though, but as you already know I did.

"Mikeeey!" I screamed.

"Peteeey!" He bellowed. We embraced each other, for a long hug. Tears were streaming down my cheeks.

"I really missed you, man." I said, blubbering like a fool.

"Yeah, I missed you too." We stopped hugging, and I looked into his eyes and saw those wonderful blue eyes I've remembered from the past. I wanted to kiss him there and then, but I knew I could not. He turned and ushered his family closer.

"This is my wife Carolyn."

"Hello, pleased to meet you." I shook her hand, and thought bad evil thoughts.

"And this is my son Daniel."

"Well hello there sport" I said, and the kid looked up at me and gave a big grin. "My god, when was the last time you sent me a picture of him?"

"Uh – last year I think."

"Well your camera needs looking at or cleaning or something. Gee look he has your eyes. And smile. Where is my manners – come on in, welcome to my home."

They entered and put their luggage down in the hall, and I played the baggage boy and took it upstairs to their rooms.

"Coffee, tea anybody?"

"Do you remember what I liked to drink?" asked Mike.

"Oh yeah, and I especially got some just for you." Mike liked his cappuccino, and he still likes them. "And what would the madame like?"

"Tea please. White with no sugar."

"Okay, and what would you like, Daniel?"

"Do you have coke?"

"Which kind?"


"Just kidding, of course I have coke." He had that kind of confused look combined with a smile, just like his father had when he was younger. I got the refreshments for my guests, and we had a sit down and a chat. After about 30 minutes of talking, Daniel spoke his mind.

"I'm bored. Is there any games I can play?"

"Do you like Playstation games?"

"Oh yeah sure." His face sparked up in delight.

"Well I've set up a system in your room. Speaking of which, let me show you your rooms."

I went up and showed them their rooms.

"Here is where you two can sleep." Mike and Carolyn went into their room and started unpacking their belongings. I was no Scientific Genius, but I could sense that there was something amiss. Carolyn didn't speak much and she never looked at me in the eye. She always seemed to stick close to Mike at all times.

"And this is your room Daniel."

"Oh cool – my own room."


"Now I can jack off in peace."


"Now I can jack off in peace. You know, jack myself off." He made the hand motion of masturbating. I was not only shocked but also disturbed that a boy of only 10 knew what that kind of thing was. Well actually when I was that age too I knew about it.

"Like father like son," came an annoyed voice behind me.

"Daniel, didn't I tell you to be on your best behavior?"

"Yes mom."

"Please excuse Daniel. He's picked up some bad habits from his father."

"It's not my fault," exclaimed Mike, who just appeared at the door. "I didn't teach him about that."

"Like hell you didn't."

"I'll prepare the dinner," I said, and sneaked away from the room. I could sense an argument arising. I went downstairs into the kitchen and switched the oven on. My pork was already boiled and marinated, just ready to be properly burned in the oven.

"I didn't think she could hear," came a soft, sad voice behind me.

"Daniel. Well, you really should be careful about what you say. Especially in front of your mother."


"Do your mom and dad argue a lot?"

"No, not a lot. Just recently I think. I'm only 10, and I can't remember too much before the age of 7. Whenever they have arguments they normally close the door so I can't hear. And when they have arguments I normally go to a place where I can't hear them anyway. I don't like it when they fight."

"I'm sure you don't."

"Do you have arguments sometimes?"

"No, not at all. I live alone here so there is nobody to argue with."

"Don't you have a dog?"


"Well if you had a dog then you could argue with your dog."

Daniel had this really cute smile on his face when he said this.

"Your dad is a lucky man to have a son like yourself."

"He says that all the time. He also says 'Thank god you aren't like your mother'."

"Is it that bad huh?"

"Only sometimes."

"Sorry to hear that. Do you have a dog at home?"

"No. My parents won't get one."

"Would you like to have a dog?"


"Why's that?"

"So I can have a friend to play with."

"Don't you have any real friends?"

"I've got some school friends, but my mother doesn't allow me to see them outside of school."

"Why's that?"

"She says she doesn't want me to be like my father."

"Ah." I now understood that Carolyn the bitch knows about Mike's past.

"It must be really difficult – having no friends."

"It's very lonely and sad sometimes. I wish I had some friends I could visit."

"So where did you learn about jerking off?"

"From some friends at school."

"I guess this is why your mom doesn't want you to have friends out of school then."

"Yeah, I guess."

Daniel let me carry on with my food preparation, and just wandered around the house aimlessly. Occasionally he would hum a little to himself as he kept himself amused.

"Do you want to watch television?"

"Sure – do you have cable?"

"Yup, I sure do. A single lonely man like myself needs to have cable so that he has something to do when he's not playing computer games."

"You play computer games?"

"Yes, sure."

"But you're a grown up."

"Physical age and mental age are two different things. Physically I'm the same age as your dad, but mentally I'm still a teenager."


I came over and handed Daniel the remote.

"Press this button here for switching it on. Press these buttons here to change the channels."

"It's similar to our remote, just different looking." He sat in front of the television changing channels, deciding which one to stay with. "So you say you're lonely too?"

"Oh yeah sure."

"You don't have any friends?"

"No, no friends. I've got a lot of acquaintances."

"Ack waiterses?"

"No, acquaintances. It's almost like a friend, but not as close as a friend should be."

"Oh I see. So you get home from work and then play computer games then."

"Something like that."

"That's what I do when I get back from school. I get home and play games. My mom nags me that I should do my homework first though."

"Well, she's right there. Homework is very important."


"Because if you don't do your homework, you won't learn. If you don't learn then you can't pass your grades. If you don't pass your grades then you can't study further and get a good job. Your dad is a professor now because he studied hard at school."

"Did you study hard at school?"

"Oh yes, just as hard as your father." I noticed a slight play on words, but I don't think Daniel did. I have my own company now because of the hard work I put in at school.

"Gee you have your own company?"

"Oh yes."

"Can we visit it?"

"I'm sure that can be arranged."

"Hey," came a voice from the corridor. We both spun around to see Mike standing in the hallway.

"Yo, where's Carolyn?"

"She's upstairs."

"So what was that all about?"

"She doesn't like the idea of being here."

"Well, she didn't have to come."

"She insisted."

"Oh I see. She knows about our past?"

"Yeah. She even told Daniel."

"Oh." I looked at Daniel and he just grinned back at me.

"My mom says I'm not to trust you alone."

"What?" I said.

"What?" said Mike.

"Oops," exclaimed Daniel. "Maybe I wasn't supposed to tell you that. But don't worry, I trust you uncle Petey." Daniel came up to me and hugged my arm and looked up at me with those bright blue eyes and that smile.

"Heh, look at him," exclaimed Mike. "A few years ago I thought that marriage was the worst thing I could have done, but then I look at Daniel and I think otherwise."

Dinner was very quiet. We ate our pork and just basically glanced around at each other aimlessly. Occasionally somebody would start a conversation, but as soon as the topic was finished, it was quiet again.

"So what do you have lined up for us?" asked Mike.

"I thought we could go and see The Museum of Fine Art, the Science Museum including the Omni theatre, Boston Common, the John Hancock Tower, Boston Tea Party, the USS Constitution. I also thought we might take a trip down to NY for a few days."

"Wow, cool," exclaimed Daniel.

"Excellent," exclaimed Mike.

"Wonderful," said Carolyn – however she didn't sound as enthusiastic as the two. Daniel was beginning to dislike the conditions that were present, and started to hum to himself. His humming was so nice I put my knife and fork down and rested my chin on my hands, which were held upright by placing my elbows on the table. I tried to place to tune, but I was interrupted by an obviously irate mother.

"Stop humming," she commanded.

"Let him hum honey," said Mike.

"Don't you honey' me you cad!" screamed Carolyn. One would have thought that she'd been drinking or something because her anger was really out of this world.

"I don't like this place one little bit – we're leaving tomorrow!"

"But we just got here. I would like to spend some time with my friend."

"Fine, then YOU stay and I'll take Daniel back home with me tomorrow." I had a look at Daniel and saw that he had his hands cupped over his ears and he was slowly rocking back and forth, his eyes gazing at the flickering candles. "You're either MY WIFE or you're HIS lover. You choose what you want, and choose wisely because that choice will be one you will have to live with. You know what I will do if you decide to stay." With that she got up, threw her napkin on the table. "A fine thing to make PIG for dinner – how does it feel to eat one of your own kind?" With that she got up and stormed out of the room.

At last, we had a time together to speak. I looked at Daniel, and noticed that his eyes were not glittering because of the candle-light alone, but because of tears in his eyes.

"Talk to me while you still can," I said.

"My wife didn't even want to come down. She's a very inquisitive bitch, and it's been like that for ages already."

"So why don't you divorce her?"

"Its not that simple. She'll fight for custody over Daniel, and she'll win. The courts will favour a heterosexual marriage rather than a homosexual. By the time the trial comes to pass she would have already married no doubt. I can't put Daniel through that."

"Oh I see, yeah that can be difficult. So you put up with her so that you can have Daniel."

"Something like that."

"How did she find out? Did you tell her?"

"Hell no. Remember all those love letters you gave me when I was younger?"

"Uh – yeah I think I do."

"Well, all of those along with your letters that you ever wrote me are all in a box, which I normally kept locked in my filing cabinet. Of course, I was the only one with the key. In there also went the Mortgage papers and various other bits and pieces which were important to us. I was away for a week to Germany for a science exhibition – I was one of the presenters there, and she needed to desperately get to the mortgage papers for the bank. I told her she would have to call a locksmith, and that the papers where in the top draw. Of course, being the inquisitive person she is, she looked through everything and went through every letter that you ever wrote to me. This happened about last year. Ever since then she's been threatening to leave me and take Daniel away. I've pretty much told her the truth and let her know that I was not at all interested in you. She accepted that, and left it."

"A month later," continued Mike, "one night we were sleeping, and I spoke in my sleep. I said something really stupid, and it included your name. Ever since then she's never believed a word I've said, and the only way I could get her to come here is by buying her a really expensive brooch. I told her how much I loved her and etcetera, and she bought it. She had second thoughts when we were about 10 miles away and pleaded me to turn around. Of course, I was not going to do that."

"And what about Daniel?"

"She told Daniel everything. I remember his face when I got home from the exhibition. He kept on watching me and it really got to me the way he was just looking at me. He didn't even say hello or anything. I managed to talk to him in private, and he told me what mommy told him, and she really didn't leave out any details. She told him exactly what men do to other men, and told him it was not a good thing, and I was very bad."


"Yeah, tell me about it. Fortunately, I seem to have brought Daniel up in a good way, because he said to me there and then 'Daddy, It doesn't matter what you did, because I still love you and trust you.' That really helped me a lot. I hugged him and he hugged me straight back, even knowing what we did when I was younger."

"Yes daddy, and I still love you now too," exclaimed Daniel, who we'd both seem to forget about – he was so quiet sitting at the end of the table.

"Thank you Daniel. You should get to bed, its 9pm already."

"Goodness gracious look at the time!" He got up and ran up to Mike and kissed him on the cheek.

"Goodnight daddy." What was really surprising is that he came up to me too, and looked like he wanted to give me a kiss, but he just stood in front of me and thought for a bit. He probably chickened out because he just giggled and said "goodnight Uncle Petey."

"Goodnight Daniel," I smiled, and we both watched him skip off up the stairs.

"He's been dying to meet you," said Mike.


"I don't know. He's still a child, I guess they're just like that. What am I going to do?"


"Carolyn. She's really getting to me. I can't even do anything without her wondering what I'm really doing. Wait – I've got an idea. We'll kill her."


"Sure, we'll kill her and then she can't fight for custody, I can move back down here and we can live happily ever after."

"You're joking of course."

"Well, I'm joking now, but after thinking about it for a bit it does seem very appealing. You know, even after all these years, I still love you."

Being the softie I am, tears immediately started to flow from my eyes.

"I've stayed single all my life in hope that one day we would be reunited. I miss you so much I think about you very often." He held my hand and squeezed it really hard, and we embraced each other. We were both Martial Arts experts but yet we were both softly crying. I was squeezing so hard I was surprised that he could still breathe properly.

"We'd better stop, just in case she sees us," said Mike. He was so paranoid about her now, it made him not himself anymore.

"Maybe you have a good idea there," I said.

"Which one was that? Kill the bitch?"

"Yeah. Then everything will be better."

"He looked at me in the eyes."

"You're joking, right?"

"I don't know." I just did a weak smile, and he smiled back. He turned around to see that nobody was looking and then he kissed me. It was one of those long kisses – the kind we did when we were still active lovers.

"Secretly, I've loved you too all these years. I've just stayed with her for Daniel's sake. I best go up before she wonders why I'm taking so long, and checks in on us."

"Okay. I'll do a bit of washing up and I'll perhaps watch some telly and then I'll go to bed too. I'll sleep downstairs tonight. Thanks."


"The kiss – I didn't expect that. I expected nothing because your wife was here."

"I guess we're both just lucky it happened. I didn't expect it either." He smiled and kissed me one more time, just quickly before disappearing up the stairs. I did the cleaning and watched a bit of telly. By the time I was tired and went to bed it was 11 pm.

— 3 —

I did not sleep well at all that night, not surprisingly. I was also awakened by voices and noise outside of my room at 8 am in the morning. I put my robe on and opened the door to find Carolyn already dressed and carrying the luggage to the door. Behind her was a very sad looking Mike, and Daniel who looked equally as sad.

"Going so soon?" I asked, to nobody in specific.

"Oh yes, we've got a long trip ahead of us," said Carolyn, without even looking at me.

"Not going to have any breakfast?"

"Oh no, we didn't want to trouble you so early in the morning. We'll pick up something on the way," she said again.

I looked at Mike who just gave me an apologetic look back. Daniel was just looking down at the ground, and one could see that he was not too happy about the current situation. I wanted to shout at the bitch and tell her off but for Mike and Daniel's sake, I didn't.

"Well thanks for coming, even if it was just for a day. Maybe you can come again sometime?"

"Sure I'd love to," said Mike.

"Perhaps sometime in the distant future," said Carolyn.

The good-byes were brief, and not very pleasant. I watched them as they headed off to the car and drove away. I watched the car disappear down the road and the last thing I remember was Daniel waving from the back seat. I just waved back, and tried to control my emotions. All that planning and waiting basically ruined by an over-jealous fish. Now I knew why I didn't like women and why I'd remained single. I went back inside to make myself some cocoa and try and forget about the unpleasantness. I was sitting there for about 10 minutes or so when I didn't feel quite right. I don't know why I felt it, I was just sitting there and drinking my cocoa when I felt this sudden coldness, and a chill went up my spine. Wearing pajamas and a robe I ran out of my house and jumped into my car. I did not know where to go but I headed in the way my hands took me. Unfortunately, I headed right into a traffic jam. The traffic jam was so bad, it took approximately half an hour to get to the place which was holding the traffic up. And then I saw it.

Mike's car was a total wreck, and several other cars were also involved. There were police vehicles standing around and two fire engines, and a whole bunch of onlookers. I was hoping that I was mistaken, my sweat pores were working overtime. I looked at the scrap metal that was lying in various shapes scattered across the road, and the police officers had a grim look about them. I stopped my car on the side of the road in front of the accident, and got out.

"Excuse me sir you can't stop there, this is a police investigation."

"I'm sorry officer – I think I know the people that were driving that car." I was pointing at the ex-merc.

"Are you certain sir, because that car had Georgia plates." Those words struck me like a bus hitting me at 70 mph. "Atlanta, Georgia?" I stuttered as best I could. The officer grabbed a hold of me before I fell to the ground, and he could clearly see that it was the people that I knew.

"I'm sorry sir. The lady died on impact, but the man and boy have been rushed to <name of hospital>."

"The man and boy survived?"

"Yes sir. Would you be able to provide us with more information on these people?"

"Yes, I can." For the circumstances, I managed to contain myself very well. I told the police officers who the people were, and they drove me to the hospital. My car was driven to a close by parking lot and my keys were given to me at the hospital.

"I wish them luck, sir."

"Thank you officer." I didn't get a proper look at the police officer before now, but I had a good look at him as he walked out of the door. I repeated to myself "Thank you, officer."

Of course, because of the nature of the accident, I was not allowed to see either Mike or Daniel, because they were in intensive care. After approximately one hour of waiting and waiting, I had a doctor walk up to me.

"Mr Doyle?"


"Mike would like to see you."

"And Daniel?"

"He's still in critical condition, and cannot have any visitors. If you'd like to come this way." I got up and followed the doctor. It seemed like an endless maze of corridors, but eventually we were there – the green walls were eerie and the smell of disinfectant and medicine was overwhelming.

"Petey," came a voice that was easy to recognize.

"Mikey," I said, tears starting to flow out of my eyes. I immediately held his left hand with both my hands. I didn't even know if the others were looking or not, but I couldn't care less. "You're going to be OK," I said, giving a small smile. He had this glossy look on my face, and he lifted his other hand and stroked my face gently.

"I'm afraid not, my sweet Peter."

"But they'll fix you, won't they?"

"You've got to be strong now Peter." Somebody inside my head must have opened up another valve because even more tears were streaming out of my eyes.

"You're going to be OK," I said again, trying to reassure myself.

"I'm paralyzed from the chest down, Peter. My back has been broken."

"I'll look after you, we'll get some special equipment. It will still be OK."

"Peter, I've got many complications in my body, including internal bleeding and crushed organs. A piece of steel went through my body, the doctor is surprised I'm still alive."

"Oh Mike, please don't die on me."

"It looks like I didn't think out the plan properly."

"The plan?"

"The bitch is dead, but so am I. I want you to do something very important for me. I want you to look after Daniel. Doctor, come over here and witness this. Peter, I want you to look after my son Daniel, this is my final wish on my death bed, and you have to grant me this wish."

"I'll do it for you Mike. I'll look after Daniel for you."

"Tell my parents I love them."

"They know that, but I'll tell them."


"I'm right here."

"Daniel is a good boy. Make me proud."

"I'll make you proud, I promise. Mike? Mike!" I heard the sound of the machine go from regular beeping to one long beep, and that must have been the worst sound I had heard in my life.

"Mike!" I had doctors rush around me, trying to do what they can to help him but I knew that there was nothing they could do. At that moment, I felt a cold shiver through my body, and I knew that his spirit had left. I slumped back into the chair that I was sitting on, and cried softly to myself.

I did not get over the event for quite some time. I attended the funeral, and got all the paperwork necessary for becoming Daniel's legal guardian. It appears that I was named for being his Godfather anyway, and that was fortunately never changed by the bitch. I blame it all on her of course, it was because of her that they left that day. Her parents were fortunately very sympathetic on what had happened, and they apologized, as everybody does at funerals.

Only two weeks after the accident was I permitted to visit Daniel. He was still in intensive care, and the first time I saw him I could barely recognize him. I stood next to this virtually mummified body. His injuries ranged from multiple broken bones to lacerations on his head and body. He had been unconscious since the accident, and the doctors could not determine when he should awaken.

"His body has gone through a lot of shock, and I doubt he'll be waking up very soon. It looks like he is going to be spending quite some time with us," said the doctor looking after Daniel. While he was talking to me, I was beginning to feel dizzy, and I actually fainted right there and then. I awoke to find myself lying on a bed with some tea next to me.

"What happened?"

"You fainted" he said. "Drink your tea, you'll feel better."

"I can't remember when last I fainted."

"It's common for people who have gone through what you've gone through."

"But it's so strange. There I was looking down at Daniel, you were talking to me, and then I felt weaker and weaker, and then now I'm here." The doctor looked at me and sucked his lip for a second.

"There is a condition where sick people are able to draw energy from healthy people, but this is very rare and I've only ever seen something like that happen twice before. It normally only happens with Siamese twins or people who are related. It has also been known to happen when the visiting party has an affinity over the sick person or vice versa."

"Uh. I see. Well is it good?"

"It's never been proven to be good, but I believe it to be good. Basically what is happening is that instead of Daniel using his own energy to heal, he's using your energy too. We can prove that your energy is being drained if you just go and stand next to him again, and see if you feel weakened."

Sure enough, every time I visited him, I would leave there feeling weak and drained. I could only visit him once every few days though, because I still had a business to run. My colleagues were not told the full story, but they know why I had been off for so long – I called it death in the family, which was near enough correct anyway. One day, my secretary came into my office while I was having a meeting with my accountant.

"Sorry to interrupt Mr Doyle, but I have the hospital on the phone for you. Something about your son?" He gave me this strange look when he said the word son.

"Your son? Gee that puts you in a different tax bracket. You get to pay less tax now," said the accountant.

"Good." I looked up at Francis, and pointed a finger at him. "Don't say a word about this to anybody."

"My lips are sealed." He did one of those smiles and lip sealing gestures, and then turned and left.

"Richard, would you be able to come back another time?"

"Sure thing. I'll have my secretary call your secretary to arrange an appointment."

"No, I'll give you a call. It looks like I'll be taking some more time off work, so I don't know what my schedule is going to be like."

"Sure thing, you're the boss." Richard picked up his things and then waved while leaving. I picked up the phone, and after a few seconds, finally spoke.

"This is Peter Doyle, how can I help you?"

"Mr Doyle? This is Doctor Tristen who is Daniel's doctor."


"Daniel's woken up now, and you are welcome to come and see him."

"Oh, that's great."

"I must however warn you that it might be very difficult."

"Why's that?"

"He's asking for his father."

— 4 —

I don't know how I could face up to the boy. It had been two months since the accident, and even though I'd been practicing what to say to him during that time, I was still not prepared. How was he going to cope? How was I going to cope? I was worried and nervous while driving down to the hospital, and couldn't imagine how the boy was going to react when he saw me. I walked down the long and hallowed hall of the children's section of the hospital. Daniel had been out of intensive care for a little while now, and was not wrapped up as much as he was. His face and head was no longer bandaged, and had healed pretty good. The marks were still there though, and those ones would never go away. For the rest of his life he would look at himself in the mirror and remember.

"Hello Danny," I said, softly from virtually outside the door.

"He's dead, isn't he?" asked Daniel – he didn't have time for chit-chat.

"I'm afraid so, Daniel," I said, still soft voice, trying my hardest not to sound unkind.

"Leave me alone. I don't want to see anybody." Daniel turned his head away, and I could hear him crying. My eyes were watering too, and I couldn't contain myself. I stood there in the doorway, with my hand in my face and sobbed to myself too. I turned to leave, but I was called back.

"Wait, don't go. Please."

I turned around and looked at Daniel, his eyes still red from the tears. I could see many used tissues nearby his bed, so I could see he had already been crying ever since he woke up. He lifted his hands, and leaned forward, urging me to give him a hug. I rushed towards him and grabbed him just before he collapsed back on the bed with weakness. I held him and pressed his face against my shoulder.

"Why did it happen?" asked Daniel. I heard him crying again, and felt the warm tears go through my cotton shirt.

"I don't know Daniel. I don't know."

"Please be careful with him," shouted the Doctor as he came through the door. "He still has wounds which need to heal."

"I'm sorry Doctor." The doctor ushered me away from the boy, and quickly examined his bandages, which were still around his chest and leg.

"Don't worry, no harm done. Sorry about the outburst, but Daniel is still fragile, and should not have physical contact for a little while."

"It shan't happen again."

"Well, you are more than welcome to hold him as much as you want when he's released – and that should be next week."


"Yes. Daniel has had a remarkable recovery. As you can see his arms and legs are no longer in plaster, and his head wounds have healed to an extent that bandages are no longer required. In fact, we can probably take these off too."

The doctor removed the bandages around Daniel's chest, and the scar that was left made me rather queasy.

"Ouch, that's got to hurt."

"Only when I laugh," said Daniel. I looked at him, and he was looking at me with that lost puppy look. "But I haven't laughed for a long time now."

"Neither have I," I said, "and I don't know when I will."

"Were you there when my daddy died?" I heard his question, and was going to answer, but I felt more the urge to choke on my own tears. Daniel got the answer.

"It's all my mom's fault," said Daniel, in a huffy tone of voice. "I'm glad she died too." I didn't comment.

Daniel had no problems walking again, even though his legs were both broken in three places. Saturday we were allowed to walk around the hospital for a bit, although we didn't say anything much. We couldn't go very far, because Daniel was still in hospital clothes. On Monday the doctor would determine if Daniel was fit enough to come home. Daniel was the first one to ask the question.

"So what happens now?"


"Well, where do I stay? I bet I'll go stay with my aunt Selma."

"Who's she?" I knew that Mike didn't have any brothers or sister.

"She's my mom's sister. I don't like her, I think she's a witch."

"Why do you say that?"

"Well, whenever she sees me she grins this evil grin and takes a puff of her cigar. She has this black cat that has green eyes and hisses at me whenever it can."

"Oh. Well, don't worry, you won't be staying with her."

"Where will I be staying then?"

"Where would you like to stay?"

"I'd like to stay with my father."

I looked down at Daniel, who was looking up at me while we were slowly walking down the east wing.

"I would like that too."

"You're my father now," said Daniel. He stopped, and looked at me, and I turned around to return his gaze.

"How do you figure that?"

"Because you're the closest thing I'll ever have to my real father now." He came up to me, and hugged me round the waist. I put my arms on his shoulders, and looked around to see if anybody was looking. I had this uneasy feeling that somebody was watching.

"Daniel, I am your legal guardian now. It is your father's wish that I look after you."

"And he said that you should look after me, like I was your own son, and that I should make my father proud."

"How do you know that?"

"You said it to me while I was unconscious. I have had many dreams of you, lots of them where I'm floating in the sky, and you're on the ground, and you're asking me to come down. You told me a lot about the job you have, and that I should come down so that you can complete your job."

"I have no experience of being a father, but I'll try my hardest."

"You loved my dad, right?"

"Yes, I did. Very much so."

"Love me as much as you have loved my father, and you will be as good a father as any can be."

"Have you been practicing that?"

"Yes, actually I have."

"It sounded well rehearsed. Normally kids at 10 years old don't speak as good as that."

"I have my mother's eyes, my mother's hair, but thankfully I have my father's brain and body. I'll do it for you and for my father. I'll make you both proud."

Visiting time was over. I was told by the doctor as I was leaving that Daniel's release was going to be on Monday for sure.

"Daniel's release will be Monday," said the Doctor.

"Thank you. By the way, are there any bills that need paying for Daniel? If I'm his legal guardian, then I'm probably responsible for his bills too."

"Yes, but that you will only get a few weeks after Daniel's released. Do you have some kind of medical insurance?"

"Yes I do, but I don't think Daniel is on there yet."

"I would hurry and get him on Mr Doyle. Oh, and Daniel will also need some clothes – his old clothes had to be cut off his body, and I'm very sure that he won't want them back anyway."

"Clothes? Yes, of course."

"And he'll need to be registered with a school."

"Oh yes, that has already been thought about." The doctor just smiled at me and I could see in his face that he knew I had forgot totally about that. I hadn't been a father before, and I didn't know what to do.

I rushed down to the department store, and got a few pairs of underwear which seemed to be Daniel's size, some pajamas, slippers, and a tracksuit. I would have to get proper clothes for Daniel as soon as I could.

"Why, Mr Doyle, what a nice surprise," came a voice from beside me.

"Hello Francis."

"Buying clothes for your son I see."

"Why, yes I – hey he's not my son, I'm just looking after him. Please, keep this as confidential as possible – I will inform everybody in due time who he is and why I'm looking after him. His parents died two months ago, and he has been in hospital for that time." Francis put his hand to his mouth, and gasped in shock.

"That wasn't your friend you spoke about was it?" I looked at him, almost in horror, and then snorted as I tried to conceal my tears.

"Oh Mr Doyle, I'm ever so sorry. If there is anything I can do just don't hesitate to ask. You were very close with this friend of yours, weren't you?"

"Closer than you can imagine."

"I think I understand."

"This conversation never happened."

"Mum's the word. You should go home and make yourself a nice herbal tea."


"Yes Mr Doyle?"

"Do you know of any schools nearby here?"


— 5 —

Monday was soon upon me. I still had the entire week left off work, but this week was probably going to be the hardest week of my life. I walked down the long corridor, holding a small bag which contained underwear, the tracksuit and slippers so that he would have at least some form of clothing which was semi-acceptable. And there he was, standing at the door of the children's ward, looking in anticipation, waiting for me to arrive. He smiled – that's all he did, he gave this wry smile and watched as I approached.

"Aah, Mr Doyle," called Dr Tristen.

"Hello Dr Tristen."

"Daniel has my authorization to leave today. Did you bring him some clothes?"

"Yes, right here."

"Nurse, please give Daniel these clothes to put on." The Doctor issued the bag to a nurse who was standing nearby and she complied. "Now I'll need you to sign a few forms. Here, here and here." I signed the forms, and the doctor gave me some information. "Mr Doyle, I don't know what you are thinking right now, but I can tell you that you are going to be in for many years of enjoyment."

"How can you tell?"

"Daniel is a good boy – for the last two weeks he has been very co-operative and enjoyable to be with. He talks much about his father, and is looking forward to living with him."

"But his father is dead – what is he meaning?"

"He's talking about you, Mr Doyle."


The door opened, and Daniel was there, standing in his tracksuit that I bought him.

"The tracksuit is too small," said Daniel.

"We'll go and buy some more clothes today, I didn't know what sizes to get."

"Okay. Thank you Doctor Tristen," said Daniel. I think both myself and the doctor were astonished when Daniel hugged Doctor Tristen around the waist.

"I wish you both the best of luck and many years of enjoyment"

"Thanks Doctor."

We were quiet while walking to the car, and we were just as quiet while driving out of the driveway.

"You're pretty quiet."

"You are too."

"It's been two months since your dad has died. How do you feel about it now?"

"Still sad."

"Yeah, me too."

"How did you and dad meet?"

"Well, it's quite a long story I think. We were about 11 years old, and in junior school. Back then we were just school friends – nothing special. We didn't spend time together at lunch breaks, nor did we spend time after school. Things changed however when we were on a school camping trip, when we were about 13 years old."

"Well, carry on."

"I'm not sure if you're old enough to listen to this story."

"You can trust me, I already know that you and dad were very close and were having sex with each other."

"Okay then. We were on this school camping trip, and we were playing hide and go seek. I was very well hidden, and your dad was the person who had to come and find us. Well, he found me, but instead of shouting out and letting the world know that he had found me, he ducked into the area where I was hiding. He didn't say anything, he just leaned forward and kissed me on the cheek. I of course, was very shocked, but I didn't yell out or say anything. He then shouted out 'Got you!' and then rushed out of the hide-hole and carried on looking for others. I wiped off my cheek where he had kissed, and then walked back to the base. He tried his hardest not to look at me again, but I caught him once staring at me. He looked away quickly, and then I saw his cheeks go red, so he was embarrassed."

"The next day, we were all on a hike, and we were walking a bit faster than the other children – and the teacher too. I caught up with him, and I asked him 'why did you kiss me?' and he said 'why did you let me?'

'I didn't let you!'

'Then why didn't you stop me?'

'You were too fast for me.'

'Did you enjoy it?'


'Did you enjoy it? Did you enjoy the kiss.' At that moment, I didn't say anything – I just thought. Did I enjoy it or didn't I enjoy it? I was not too sure, so after a few minutes I answered. 'I'm not too sure,' I said.

'Do you want to see if you will enjoy it?'

'When now?' I looked behind me and the others were walking behind us and could see us.

'No silly, people can see us. Meet me tonight after supper at the end of the field.'"

We arrived at the mall, and I parked outside.

"I'll have to finish that story later. Let's go and get you some clothes."

"Okay." He jumped out, and we went into the department store. We took approximately one hour and we came out with a few bags of various sorts of clothing right from jeans to shorts and various types of shirts and pullovers. I also got a nice leathery-type of jacket which he picked out. It looked just like the one that Mike wore on the day that he left my house, and I was noticeably upset when I saw it. Daniel had offered to choose a different one, but I told him that it was OK. I had to get over it sometime, and my memories should not stop him having a jacket. We went out to Kentucky Fried Chicken to get some supper, and then we went home. We were home by 7pm that evening.

"Where will I sleep?"

"Well, I thought you could have the same room you slept in last time. Y'know – the room where you can jack off in." Daniel blushed. I remember the day he arrived and said that to me, now it was my turn to get him back.

"I haven't jacked off since I arrived in Boston?"

"Really? Well, to be honest, neither have I. You must be bursting right now."

"Well, I don't know about me, but I'm sure you must be."

"Oh yeah. How do you know about something like that?"

"Friends at school."

"Oh. Back in my day, one had to find out by themselves."

"Did you find out by yourself?"

"Funny you should ask that actually. Somebody else told me first."


"You guessed it."

"When are you going to finish the story?"

"Hopefully never."

"Aw, come on."

"Okay, I'll tell you more later. Let's sort out everything now."

We unpacked the clothes and placed them in Daniel's bedroom closet, and we also went through the safety procedures of the house, what to do in event of fire, etcetera.

"You're very thorough" said Daniel.

"I've just lost my best friend. I'm sure as hell not going to lose his son too."

"My son."


"My son, pretend that I am your son now, because I am."

"Ok. Son. Whatever you say."

"Did you know that it was my birthday last week?"

"Was it?"

"Yes. You're a terrible father." Daniel smiled, and I smiled back.

"You're just as cheeky as your father," I said.

"I should be – remember I have his brain. I think I'll be exactly like my father in every way."

"Is that what you really want?"

"How do you mean?"

"You know your dad loved another man – me."

"Yes, I know. Speaking of which, are you going to finish the story?"

"I'll finish it when you're in bed." I was really tring to stall him.

"OK I'm ready for bed right now."

"What? It's only 8 o'clock."

"My mommy made me go to bed at 8 o'clock."

"Well, in this house you can go to bed whenever you get tired. If I notice that you're not getting up in time for school, then I'll start making you go to bed earlier, OK?"

"Okay. But I'm still tired."

"Have you had a decent bath since you've been in hospital?"

"Well, actually no I haven't."

"Maybe you should go for one."

"Okay." Daniel took off his shirt, and then proceeded to the curtain to make sure they were shut, and then pulled off his trousers and underpants.

"Uh, you could have done that in the bathroom, you know."

"I could have." Daniel then ran down the hall in his nakedness, darted into the bathroom and shut the door.

"You forgot your pajamas!" I picked up his pajamas, and put his pajamas on the floor outside the bathroom door. I walked to my bedroom, and sat on my bed and thought. I didn't think about much, except about the good times that Mike and I had together. I could still smell the forest that we used to visit often, and I could picture his cute grin whenever he had lifted his head after I had fed him my load. I thought about this, and for the first time in two months I felt aroused.

At that moment, Daniel walked in, hair still semi-damp, and wearing his pajamas.

"Happy birthday" I said.

"Do you have any cake?"

"No, actually I do not."

"Lets go and buy a cake tomorrow."

"I say let's make one."

"Okay – can I help?"

"Better still, I can show you how to make it."

"Oh good. Can you finish the story now?"

"I don't know if I can finish it, but I can continue it if you like." We walked back to his room, and I tucked him into bed. I don't know if he could see that I was inexperienced in doing it, but he didn't say anything.

"So, after supper, I went to the end of the field. It was still a bit light, so anybody could have easily seen us there, or at least our silhouettes."

"What's a silhouette?"

"It's what you see when you look at an object, and the bright light in the background makes the object look black."


"Anyway, there we were, standing there, the sun was slowly going down the horizon, and it made the sky purple.

'Beautiful, isn't it?' asked your dad.

'Yeah, it is very beautiful.'

'You are also beautiful' he said. I turned to look at him, and he was looking straight into me. I didn't know what to say, because I hadn't received a compliment like that before, and didn't really expect to get one from another boy.

'Why do you say that?'

'Because you are. I've known you for over a year now, and I've always had feelings for you. Sometimes I think about hugging you, and holding you.'

'Why are you telling me this?'

'I am hoping that you can find me beautiful too. Maybe we can have a special friendship together.'

'How special?'

'Very special. Very special and very close. You don't have to if you don't want to.'

'What do we do?'

'Things like this.'

At that point, he leaned forward, slowly this time, very slowly, probably waiting for me to respond or something. He gently kissed me on the lips, and then he did it again.

'Did you enjoy that?' he asked.

'I don't know,' was my reply. 'Do it again and I'll think about it'. I had honestly not been able to determine if I enjoyed it or not. So he did it again. This time it was a bit longer, and I had loosened my lips up a bit.

'So what do you think?'

'I dunno, that wasn't so special. I kiss my mom and dad, and it's not very special with them,' I said.

'It gets much better when we hold each other too and then do it.'

'Yeah? Like how?'

'Like this.'

Your father then pulled me closer, and wrapped his arms around me, and then kissed me again. It was a bit deeper now, and I could feel a tongue trying to wriggle in. I parted my lips a bit, and then he poked his tongue in there, and licked my tongue with it. I wrapped my arms around him too, and then it started feeling good. We parted, and then I just said 'Oh wow. That does feel nice.'

'Has your thingy gone hard?' asked your dad.

'My what?'

'Your thingy? Is it hard.' He pointed towards his groin area, and then I just had to admit that it had.

'It's been hard before, but never because somebody kissed me.'

'It's nice when its hard. You can play with it and it feels good.'

'I've done that before,' I said, 'but I don't think it's allowed.'

'You're right. It's not allowed, so what we have done is very bad, and we should never ever tell anybody, okay?' I nodded to this. 'If our parents ever found out, we will not be allowed to see each other again.'

'I won't tell anybody,' I said."

"I'll tell you more tomorrow night, okay?"

"Okay dad." I had not ever been called dad before, so it was a bit of a nice surprise for me. It made me feel wanted and special. I stroked his hair, and he smiled up at me.

"Goodnight," I said, and stood up to leave.

"Aren't you going to kiss me goodnight? My daddy used to kiss me goodnight."

"Okay." I leaned down and kissed him on his forehead.

"Did you enjoy that?"

"You're sounding just like your daddy now. Remember, if you ever need anything, I'm just one room away, OK?"

"Okay. Goodnight."

"Goodnight, sleep tight." I switched off the light and half-closed the door. It was now about 9pm, and I was also quite a bit tired, so I decided to have a shower and go to bed.

— 6 —

I was awoken at about 11pm that night, with a strange wailing sound. I couldn't make out what it was but I guessed it was my new guest. I got up and walked down the hall, and right enough the noise was eminating from his room. I pushed open the door, walked over to his bed, and switched on the bedside lamp. He looked up at me with very red eyes, and a little snotty nose.

"I had a bad dream," he said.

"It's okay. I'm here now you don't have to be afraid anymore."

"Will you stay with me tonight?"

"Well, since you only have a single bed, how about you stay with me instead?"

"Okay. How come you're not wearing pyjamas?"

"Grown men don't wear pyjamas," I said.

I lead him down the hall into my bedroom, and I layed him down on the unused part of the bed. It was silent for a little while and then he spoke again.

"So what happened after that?" said Daniel.

"After which?"

"After the first time with my daddy."

"Go to sleep."

"But I want to hear more of the story."

"Go to sleep, and I'll tell you more tomorrow."


"I promise."

We eventually went to sleep.

I woke up the next morning, to find myself all alone in the bed. Daniel obviously woke up before I did, and after careful listening I could hear him downstairs. I got showered and dressed, and then headed on down to see what he was up to.

"Morning," I said. Daniel turned around and gave me that cute look that he was capable of.

"Morning daddy. What are we going to do today?"

"Well, since it was your birthday last week, I think I'll give you a special treat."

"Oh goodie – what is it?"

"I haven't thought about it yet. You tell me what you would like to do."

"I want to come and visit your work."

"I see. Well, I haven't told anybody at work about you yet, so they're going to be very surprised, that's for sure. One thing that is very important for me, and that is you must never ever tell anybody about my past life? Understand?"

"I understand."

"Under no circumstances are you to tell them anything about me liking other men. It is very important that you follow this one and only rule I will give you."

"I promise. Why is it you don't want anybody to ever know?"

"Some people aren't ready to hear that kind of thing. I'm not ready to have another relationship at this moment. When the time is right, then I'll tell people, but not before then."


"You get dressed while I fix breakfast."

I didn't notice when I did it, but I had my hands on Daniel's shoulders as I was talking to him. He didn't say anything or look funny, but I was surprised that I had a natural reaction to do so. I was looking down at Daniel, and for a split second the image of Mike filled Daniel's pyjamas. "I remember holding your father just like this when we were much younger, both of us standing in our pyjamas, but of course we were both the same size then." I let go of Daniel's shoulders, and turned around and started preparing breakfast. It was a little while before he turned around and ran up the stairs.

After breakfast, we went to my office, where I showed him around the building, and introduced him to the other managers of the departments that were stationed there. It was rather interesting actually, a lot of them were more surprised than I had expected them to be.

"Collins, this is Daniel, my son."

"You have a son?" he said, his bald head bobbing up and down as he looked at Daniel and could see no resemblance.

"Well, technically no, he's not, but I'm going to be his father."

Daniel was having so much fun pressing different keys on people's computers and playing with the mice, causing chaos, but I didn't mind at all, I just loved to see him happy. I didn't see Daniel talking to people for any length of time, and I was semi-assured that he wasn't going to tell anybody the real truth. After an hour or so, Daniel was bored.

"Well, I didn't say it was going to be exciting. Shall we go home and bake a cake?"

"Okay" he said, his face immediatly lighting up again. We went home straight away.

Cake making was fun. Especially watching an 11 year old boy do it. The place was getting into a mess, and so were his clothes and hair, but that didn't matter. It was just good to see him having fun – I was happy when he was happy. Eventually we got the cake mix done, and poured into the pans, and there was a bit left for us to lick out the bowl. He went first, and used his finger to scoop up the lovely brown liquid and licked his finger like it was a popsicle. I picked up the bowl and licked some of what was remaining, getting a bit of brown goo on my face. Daniel was laughing because of my newly acquired appearance, and I just sheepishly grinned back at him.

"Come closer," he said, beckoning me to lean over to him. He grabbed my ears and pulled me even closer to him, and he licked my face. He licked the delicious brown liquid from my face, and he didn't do it quickly, he took his time about it, like a cat washing itself. He released me, and I leaned up again. I looked at him with an almost stern look, but more a look of concern. He looked up at me and was grinning.

"Don't ever do that in public."

"I would not do anything in public that might embarras you, or put you in the spotlight."

"Have you been practicing that phrase?"

"No, I just thought about it."

We spent the rest of the afternoon doing miscellaneous activities – monopoly, playstation games, moving furniture, just normal kind of things that dads do with their sons, I guess. We had supper – I made an excellent Chicken Kiev, and he made an excellent guest and ate all his food. Time went on, and it was getting later and later. I was tired before he was, but holding my promise, I didn't make him go to bed at 11 pm.

"I'm going to have a bath and then go to bed. You're welcome to stay up and play more games if you like."

"Okay," he said, without looking away from his game. I went upstairs, and threw lots of herbal powder into the bath and ran myself a nice warm bath – one where it's so hot you just want to lie there for hours and hours. I was used to leaving the door open, as I was generally by myself all the time, so I had left the door open. In order to prevent sweat building up on your face due to the hot steam, I placed my facecloth over my face. The facecloth was one of those ones which had holes in them, so it was easy to breathe. While lying there, boiling in my own sweat and dirt, something prompted me to open my eyes. Through the small holes in the facecloth I could see a figure standing by the door. I reached up to remove the facecloth, but when I removed it the figure was gone.

"Daniel?" I called out. Nobody responded. I replaced the facecloth, and lay there for a while longer. Eventually I washed myself, got out of the bath and dried myself. I put my sleeping shorts on, and walked out of the bathroom to discover that the house was completely dark. I wandered past Daniel's room, and saw a body sleeping in the bed, which I assumed was Daniel. I ensured that the doors downstairs were locked, and then returned to bed. It was approximately half past midnight, and I was really feeling tired. The moon shone bright that night, and each room had a small bit of light filtering through the curtains. I didn't have any trouble at all falling asleep.

I don't know what it was that prompted me, but at about 2 am in the morning I woke up.

"Aaargggh!!" I screamed as I opened my eyes to find a figure standing right next to me. Eventually my eyes focussed, and got used to the dim light still shining through the curtains. "Daniel?"

"I couldn't sleep," said Daniel, in this meek, sad voice.

"Want to sleep here again tonight?"

"Yes please." Daniel walked around to the other side of the bed and climbed in. "You didn't tell me any more of that story."

"The story? Oh the story about your dad and me."


"Is that why you couldn't sleep?"

"No. But can you tell me some more anyway?"

"Okay. The next day after that evening, we seemed to avoid eye contact even though we were close to each other. I was embarassed to see him and he was embarassed to see me I think. I could never tell because I just avoided his eyes whenever I could. Later that evening, I went out for a walk, and who should I run into but your father.

'Hi,' he said, not knowing what else to say.

'Hello,' I said, also in the same situation as him. We looked at each other for a little while, probably waiting for the other to speak, and finally he gave in.

'Sorry about yesterday. The thing with the kissing.'

'Oh that. Don't worry about it.'

'Did you think it was… strange?'

'You mean like kind of gay?'


'I did at first. I mean, I still think it's kind of gay. But I did like it.'


'I know I said it didn't mean anything to me, but when you held me and kissed me deep, I felt this tingling sensation in my body.'

'Yeah?' he said, becoming more interested with what I had to say. 'You're serious?'

'Oh yes, very serious. And I lied to you – my dick was hard yesterday.'

'Really? Mine too. In fact, mine's hard now.'

At that point we didn't talk much more. I grabbed him by the hand and led him into the deeper part of the forest, and then kissed him. We kissed for a long time, deep passionate kisses, and then we played with each other."

"Why'd you stop?"

"Well, I think you're enjoying this too much."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because your hand is making funny motions."

Although it was dark, I could see that Daniel was playing with himself, because the covers moved in that strange way when you were trying to conceal the fact that you were playing with yourself. He quickly stopped, and I could feel a warm ebb of embarrasment flow over me. I jumped when he quickly put his hand on my prick and felt that it was also hard.

"Yours is also hard," he said, triumphantly.

"Err. Yes, so it is. You shouldn't really do that though."

"Why not?"

"Because it's not right."

"According to whom?"

I just shut up there. I couldn't preach to a boy who I've just told the kind of naughty things that I used to do when I was younger. It wasn't before long before I went to sleep again.

— 7 —

I woke up the next morning, and found that Daniel had somehow managed to be half lying on me. His left half of his body was on mine, while the right half was still on the bed. His groin was pressed right up against my leg, and I could feel it quite definately – it was hard. His left hand lying over my breast, and his foot was in even a more interesting place – it was right in my crotch. My left arm found its way and I lay it gently on his back, and my right arm found its way down to his leg. I originally wanted to move his leg so that his foot wasn't in my crotch any more, but yet I found my hand going on his leg instead. I don't know what it was that was in me, but I was holding a young eleven year old boy, and caressing him slowly, gently. I leaned my head forward and pressed my lips into his hair. I kissed his hair gently, held him a bit tighter with my left arm. I felt his hand move over my breast a bit, slowly at first – the kind of slow that you get when you're just waking up. His leg moved it's position a small bit, but remained on my crotch. His head slowly turned to face mine, and he smiled at me.

I don't know what it was that prompted me, but I managed to say something to the boy that under normal circumstances a grown man shouldn't say to boys.

"You're a very beautiful boy," I said, and I really meant it. I don't know what prompted him, but he started moving his pelvic region, and pressed his dick harder into my thigh. My right arm found its way a bit higher, and soon I was caressing his young thigh. His pelvic thrusts became a bit deeper, and I could see that he was really enjoying this. His left foot moved a little bit more, and I was beginning to enjoy it too.

"I haven't jacked off since I left Atlanta," he said.


"Yeah. And I'm horny."

"I think I can see that."

"Can I kiss you?"

I don't know what it was that got into me, but I said that he could. Thinking about the past and how Mike and I used to be together, and the things we did must have put me in the wrong frame of mind. Daniel lifted up his body, and I could see his stiff prick sticking out of the front of his pyjamas. He lay down on me properly and kissed me. His hips started doing the pelvic thrust thingy again, and if I wasn't mistaken, it was going faster and faster, and his breathing was getting quicker too. He lifted his head up and looked at me with this glossy look on his face. I could hear little high pitched noises as he breathed now, and it could only mean that he was having the sensation. He didn't scream as much as adults do when we come, but he sure made it really interesting to watch. I watched him have an orgasm, and once again I could see Mike there, lying on top of me doing exactly the same thing. The only difference is that we would both be naked and he would produce nice clear looking sperm. Had Daniel been a bit lower down, I would have probably produced sperm there too. I realized now that my hands were rubbing over Daniel's bottom, and this was probably one of the reasons why he was enjoying it so much.

"Ooh that was good," he said. I didn't realize that he had completed his orgasm, probably because I couldn't feel wetness on my stomach. To my surprise, Daniel quickly got up and left the room.

I got up and followed him, and found that he had just gone to his bed. He was lying face down on the bed, and I think he was crying.

"What's the matter Daniel?"

"I'm sorry I did that. I wasn't supposed to. I'm a very bad boy I know."

"It's okay Daniel. Things are a bit bad for us at the moment, so it's normal for us to act a bit strange." Daniel still lay there, not speaking. "It's normal for people to get horny and act on basic instinct. Remember, I did that kind of thing too when I was your age."

"But I'm two years younger than you were. I'm 20 years younger than you are now. That's wrong!"

"Are you saying it's wrong because that is what society says, or did you think it was wrong?"

"Everybody says its wrong."

"Well, I don't think what you did was wrong."

"Really?" Daniel looked up at me with his red eyes.

"Yes. I won't lie to you. If I thought it was wrong I would have stopped you."

"Okay, but I won't do it again."

"You don't have to say that."

"You mean you don't mind if I do it again?"

"I don't mind if you do it again, just don't let anybody ever know, or anybody ever see, okay?"

"Did you enjoy it?" I just remained quiet on that one.

"Did you enjoy it?" asked Daniel again.

"Yes, I did. Have you done this with somebody else before?"

"Yeah. I had a school friend who I did this with."

"Good grief. They're starting younger these years."

We went out for the day to go to some of the places that I had previously planned for us to go and visit. Daniel was being more and more like a son every day – he was holding my hand, and he even called me daddy. It was a great feeling to have a son, or somebody that loved you, just like Mike had loved me. After 13 years of solitude, I was once again loved, and it was ironic that it was the son of the man I loved who was loving me. We had lunch in downtown Boston, and dinner at a Diner nearby to where I stayed. That evening we played some more games. It was amazing how good children were at video games – he beat me in nearly everything. It was late again, and I don't know how he managed to have the energy to stay up after such a long day.

"I'm going to go for a bath. You can stay up again if you like."

"Okay." he said, not even turning to look at me. I went upstairs, and did the same as before. The water was boiling, and so relaxing to be in, especially with those bath salts I put in. My eyes went dim, and I pulled off the facecloth from my face to find that Daniel was standing directly over me. He was completely naked, and wore the smile which made him look so cute.

"No point in wasting water," he said, and he got into the bath with me. I was surprised that he had even dared to do what he had just done, but I wasn't angry – in fact I was curious to say the least. "I have an idea," he said, with a wry smile on his face. "You wash me and I'll wash you, okay?"

"Okay," I said, almost instantaneously. I picked up the soap, and pulled him closer. We both knelt in the bath, facing each other, as it made it easier for us to be abe to perform the actions. I used the soap to wash his shoulders, neck, and chest. While I was washing his chest, I gave his young chest and nipples careful attention. His nipples were still a bit premature to go erect, but he seemed to enjoy it anyway. I took a quick glance down at his prick, and I could see the purple headed warior sticking out of the water. I looked at mine and it was doing pretty much the same.

"Can you stand?" I asked. He stood up, and looked down at me as I continued washing his waist region. His cock was pointing right at me now, and it looked very inviting indeed. His dick wasn't as big as mine, but it looked to be just the right size – mouth size. I resisted the tempation to take the whole thing into my mouth there and then, and I continued to wash him. I played with his bottom a lot, slipping my finger over his crack. I felt the urge to push my finger up his bottom, but instead I just scratched it over his anus. His penis was next, and I could see he was enjoying that. He shut his eyes, and enjoyed every second of me fondling his young cock. I quickly washed his legs, as they weren't as interesting, and then rinsed his body off with the shower attachment.

"There do you feel much cleaner now?"

"Will you suck it?"

"Oh? Not clean enough is it?"

I didn't even think twice. I thrusted his penis into my mouth by pushing his buttocks, and I could hear him gasp with delight as I did this. I moved my lips up and down his shaft, and every now and then lick his balls. He placed his hands on my head, and I could feel his hips taking motion. Quicker and quicker they pushed forwards and backwards. I was old enough and experienced enough to know what happens next. I think I was a bit disappointed that there was no delightful taste to the orgasm, but it was nevertheless nice to feel his prick throb in my mouth as he orgasmed. "Oooh" he cooed as he came, and after a few more strokes, stopped with the pelvic movements.

"Ooh that was good," he reassured me. "Now it's your turn."

"Oh goodie." Daniel leaned down, and kissed me full on the lips. His arms wrapped around my head, and his tongue found his way into my food hole. He released me after a few minutes of kissing, and asked me to stand. I complied.

I don't think Daniel knew exactly what to do, because he had not done this before, whereas I had – to his father of course. He dropped the soap many times, but managed to wash my back properly, and stomach too. He was very interested with the way my nipples stood out when he rubbed them, and he did this fairly often. Of course, I wasn't complaining. Daniel however was more adventurous than I was, and stuck his finger right up my bottom. He didn't however suck my dick, because he complained it was too large, but he did jerk it off for me.

"Have you ever seen a man come before, Daniel?"

"Yeah, on movies. But not up close. I want to see it."

"Oh okay – well it shouldn't be long now." I hadn't had an orgasm for two months, so it wasn't going to take too long. I closed my eyes, and not before long, I could feel the force build up. "It's going to happen very soon now. Uuuh." I started grunting and moaning as my sperm left my penis in a hurry. Daniel managed to close his eyes in time before my semen hit him smack on in the face. He was grinning, and sprem continued to fly into his face, onto his nose, and between his lips.

"Ouch – perhaps you should stop now." Daniel opened his eyes, and looked at my sagging dick which had dribbles of sperm leaking from it. He was laughing under his breath, and started wiping the goo from his face. He looked at it on his hand, this virtually pure white liquid and then he licked his hands off.

"Gee, it really is nice – I thought the movies lied about that."

"I thought it was very nice when it came out of your dad straight into my mouth."

"Maybe one day I can have the same pleasure then."

"Maybe you will."

I sat down in the bath again, and Daniel sat between my legs, his back against my stomach. I held my arms around him and cuddled him for a while. My one hand played with his hair while the other hand lay on his leg. He put his hand on my hand, and the other he stroked my leg up and down.

"I can't wait until I can have sperm."

"Why's that?"

"So that I can give you a treat too."

"I see."

"Think we might be able to do this again?"

"It's up to you. I don't think I'll mind at all."

"Do you think my daddy would object to this?"

"Your daddy would want you to live the way you want to live."

"Do you think daddy would be proud right now?" I sat there, thinking back eight years of precious memories I had with me being with Mike. I could see that Daniel was going to be just like Mike in almost every way. I played with Daniel's hair a bit more, and kissed him gently on the side of the head.

"What do you think?"

The End

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