CHAPTER 15
FRIENDS, FAMILY, & ENEMIES
THE PRESENT
ROLLER COASTER
RIDE CALLED LIFE
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The varsity coach stood there speechless completely stunned as the junior varsity coach stood up immediately accepting the promotion. I had been in contact with the junior varsity coach since the beginning when the issue arose concerning Jason. The man had tried to help convince the varsity coach the prudence of reigning in some of the older boys in the way they behave towards other students at the school. I liked this other coach so was glad the principal took prompt action the way he did. This would help us put in place what was needed to help some of the more rough edges of the programs.
With the major problem removed we moved forward with our meeting having effectively dismissed the offensive man from our midst. When I glanced over towards where the old coach had been sitting I noticed his seat had been vacated. I looked over towards the back of the auditorium just in time to observe a slumped defeated old crotchety fool departing the facility. The man had brought this on himself, but I was still a little sad because I knew he had a lot to gain by attending some of these sessions from these outside programs I was planning on implementing. Sighing, I simply shook my head sadly before focusing on the more pressing matters with those who mattered even more at the moment.
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It was still early in the morning when a slight slapping noise brought me out of my sleep. Opening up my eyes a crack I watched the small naked buttery toned boy approaching my bed his small feet slapping against the hardwood floor. Koko was simply so adorably cute with his little boy bits jiggling around between his strong wiry legs as he climbed up into my bed scooting under the covers so he could snuggle up against the warmth of my body. He’s been doing this more often lately first thing in the morning. He’d wake up, go to the bathroom, and then climb into bed with me so we could snuggle up together.
Yesterday after a very successful meeting with the local high school I had picked up the boys dropping off Tim before taking out Koko to a local restaurant that I liked and he hadn’t been to yet. It was a German restaurant which overjoyed the smaller boy who spotted many familiar items. He ordered the Schnitzel, which is breaded fried veal, while I ordered the Schweinshax’n, a farm fresh pork hock prepared Bavarian style on a rotisserie. My dish also came with Bavarian potato salad, Winekraut (sauerkraut soaked in wine) and Rotkraut (red cabbage). When I asked him afterwards what he thought about it he had to admit the restaurant served very authentic dishes. He loved his Schnitzel, which literally melted in the mouth and was served with potatoes and sauerkraut. Most people cringed at sauerkraut, but to be honest many Americans are only familiar with the canned kind instead of the real kind served throughout Europe. It never ceased to amaze me how America could truly butcher foreign meals. The kind of sauerkraut you get in Europe is completely different from here in the states with people not understanding how to prepare it properly with meals.
“Morning dad,” the smaller boy whispered giving me a quick kiss before cuddling up against my body.
“Morning stud muffin,” I chuckled teasingly with him giggling as well knowing full well what I was getting at.
“What…I can’t help it.” He continued to giggle. “It just happens you know. I can’t help it if I get hard sometimes when we cuddle up together. The same thing used to happen when I was with daddy too.” He sniffled mockingly making me look down at his soft features as he tried to pout while giving me that puppy dog eyes look.
“Like that is really going to help. Besides, you know it really doesn’t bother me all that much, just that I think it makes you even more adorably cute.” I teased as I rolled on top of his small body and began tickling him while at the same time kissing him all over his cute little face and neck.
The smaller boy laughed uncontrollably as he squirmed around his arms and legs flailing about. He didn’t stand a chance, not because I was way bigger than him, but simply because I knew all of his ticklish spots. We rolled around for several moments before I finally released him with both of us lying on our backs panting for air not in the least bit concerned that we were both in bed naked.
Rolling on to my side propping myself up on my left elbow I exhaled softly as I gazed down at the sheer beauty of my little naked eleven year old boy. He was still lying on his back, eyes closed, his two hands folded behind his head propping it up a little with his bent elbows pointing outwards on either side. His left leg was folded under his right knee, which was also slightly bent outwards, effectively displaying his crotch in a casual and open way. His hard little penis pointed straight as an arrow at a slight angle away from his smooth but tanned pubic mound as it slowly rose and fell when blood pulsed through all the tiny veins. His pinkish brown colored foreskin covered the entire length of his shaft closing off tightly at the tip end about a half an inch past his knob. Despite its small size there was something sexy about it as my eyes drifted to the small loose boy pouch, equally as small considering the boy’s age, with two tiny hazelnut sized testicles weighing it down. Yes, my boy was small on all accounts, but that didn’t distract from his sheer magnificent exquisiteness.
Reaching out I brushed some stray hairs from his forehead before allowing my fingers to run along his chest and stomach. His smooth skin twitched at my light touch as it stretched over his rippling muscles. It’s been less than a week since he’s been going to the gym, but his body was already beginning to transform back into his fit physique common in many who take up gymnastics. He already had a nice muscular physique when I had first brought him home with me, but now with the boy back into a physical daily routing his muscles once more began to show prominently on his slight frame. He had that powerful upper body with bulging muscles which was beginning to form that six pack along his abs. It wasn’t a real six pack per se because most kids simply don’t get them, but the form of it was most definitely visible giving us a glimpse of what he will look like in a few years.
His arms, shoulder, chest, and legs all began to display that hidden strength just below the surface. Koko was a very slight petite boy, which when dressed you’d never even think or notice the powerful torso just beneath the fabric of his clothing. People lately seemed surprised when he took off his shirt running around in his shorts. It was then that his powerful body seemed to reveal itself. At his gymnastics he was a small little bundle that packed a powerful burst of energy, speed, and agility. He simply wore out competitors along the way leaving them behind as he powered his way through all the routines with his strength and agility.
“You’re so beautiful.” I whispered admiring his sleek yet powerful golden brown tanned body. Even his midriff didn’t have much of a tan line anymore, and I had to admit that his body having that golden glow from head to toe seemed to suit him.
“Really?” Koko asked while giggling knowing very well I thought so, but seemingly enjoying the exchange as it now had sort of become a game between the two of us.
“Yes really, and you know I think you’re beautiful not to mention you know it too.” I chuckled as my hands continued to explore his body my finger running a circle around the beauty mark along his inner thigh.
“Yeah right…you’re my dad so you have to say things like that,” he sighed as his body quivered with the closeness of my hands to his naked boyhood.
“Well maybe, but in your case I don’t have to lie. Besides, Arty sure thinks the same thing, not to mention Tim and even Justin’s made a comment or two. Then there are these girls…,” I began teasingly when he opened his eyes looking at me and scowling.
“What…I can’t help it if you are starting to turn on some of the girls too. I mean…it can’t always be about boys you know?” I chuckled teasingly as the corners of his lips twitched upwards into a cute little smile.
“Mmmm, I love it when you do that to me,” He sighed indicating the simple act of me touching him in such a tender gentle way.
“Maybe we can hop in the bath and you can…you know.” He giggled wishfully as I reached between his legs cupping his small little boy bag before taking his little one and a half inch erection in my thumb and finger peeling his foreskin over his knob.
Koko watched me intently the entire time as I released his soft warm fleshy satchel from my hand before picking up his extremely hard scorching hot erection sliding his tight skin downwards. The heat and hardness of his penis always amazed me. The small boy’s breathing became shallow and his eyes burned with intensity as he watched the skin on his half inch piece of tight foreskin stretch over the small bulbous glans before exposing his little purplish pink slicked up nozzle to the elements for a few seconds before I released him allowing his foreskin to slip back into place. “Hmmm, looks like you’ve been doing a good enough job on your own with keeping it all cleaned up.” I rebutted his request shaking my head at him.
“Yeah, but I like it better when you do it.” He protested.
“Of course you do because it always feels better when someone else touches you down there.” I pointed out in a straight matter of fact kind of way getting a chuckle out of both of us.
“But Koko…for real…we need to start being more careful. You’re getting older…and well I don’t want things to get out of control between the two of us. I’m sure your dad would be starting to feel the same way about it by now too.” I exhaled heavily emphasizing my point while the smaller boy simply cuddled up closer to me without protesting my point.
After a few moments of silence he spoke up again. “Still…,” he began with what I was recognizing as his cute little innocent method of trying to wheedle into getting his way.
“Uh-uh…no way buddy.” I chuckled giving him a good firm smack on his naked butt cheeks getting more a yelp of surprise out of him than it actually doing any harm as we both began to laugh uncontrollably.
“You’re no fun anymore.” My little tease rebuked as he cuddled back up to me. “Dad?” He continued getting another rise out of me because there always seemed to be an endless supply of questions as he continued his relentless streams of question every single day.
“What now?” I chuckled as I leaned down kissing the tip of his cute little boyish nose as his eyes glinted a bit mischievously.
“Well…um…remember at the beginning of the week…I mean…you said something about…you know converting my room. Um…does that mean…uh…you know…that we are going to do some shopping?” He asked looking up at me noticing my wicked smile.
“Hmmm…I suppose we probably will have to at some point…but I had something else in mind first. Why don’t you go get cleaned up, and let’s get Arty and Tim over to help you out after we eat breakfast?” I told him coyly as I shoved him towards the edge of the bed unceremoniously catching him by surprise laughing when his body literally plopped onto the floor.
“Hey…,” he protested giggling as he stood back up noticing me pointing for him to go get cleaned up.
Sighing, he turned ambling towards the door knowing full well he wasn’t going to get any more information out of me until I was ready.
Just as he was about to leave my room I shouted out. “Oh…and for Pete’s sake don’t forget to at least pull on a pair of shorts or something. I know it’s only going to be Arty and Tim…but still.” I sighed shaking my head as I chuckled to myself while I continued.
“I don’t know who’s going to end up giving me an embolism first…you, Tim, or Arty. If you guys continue teasing me the way you are…you know…being all so doggone sexy and all, I’m bound to have a brain hemorrhage sooner or later…that is if it isn’t a heart attack that finishes me off.” I barked out at the retreating figure of Koko’s naked ass leaving the room as he purposefully wriggled it around teasingly making me roll my eyes.
The boy paused at the door turning around before sticking his tongue out at me, grabbing his still hard throbbing erection, and thrusting his hips towards me. “Oh please dad…don’t be so dramatic.” He huffed catching me by surprise at his comment and blatant exhibitionism before I began to laugh again.
“Hah…see what I mean. You’re one to tell me not to be so damn dramatic with stunts like that.” I pointed towards the hard erection Koko still held in his hands as he rewarded me once more by sticking his tongue out at me as he skinned himself for emphasis.
“Why you cheeky little bugger.” I yelled before throwing my pillow at him as it smacked him in the head knocking him on his butt his legs and arms flapping around just outside the doorway before he managed to pick himself up while I laughed my own ass off.
“Hey…no fair.” He protested in between giggles.
“Serves you right,” I huffed back at him laughing along before the pillow came screaming back into my room bouncing off my chest harmlessly falling on the mattress.
Both Tim and Arty showed up shortly after breakfast. Arty simply walked over from his house shirtless since it was getting hot outside wearing a pair of sandstone colored low rise cargo shorts that hung down low around his waist, but fit fairly well blending in nicely with his dark bronzed features. They had the typical pockets in front and back, along with the two flat pockets on the thighs towards the bottom by the seams of each leg that flapped around loosely a few inches above his knees.
Tim was the only one wearing a shirt along with his powdery blue colored Chino shorts which complimented his paler features. Of course the older teen had that mix of Caucasian and Mediterranean skin tone which would normally turn darker during the summer months, but he wasn’t out in the sun as much so his complexion, even though tanned, was a bit pale compared to his two little counterparts including Koko. Being Hispanic Arty would always have a darker bronze like complexion. From past experience I knew Tim’s skin tone would become pale during the winter months with rosy colored cheeks; especially, when he blushed. When he was little and I used to give him a bath even his butt cheeks would turn that pinkish rose color.
In addition to his powdery blue chino shorts that did very little to hide his teenage boy bulge he had also slipped on a pair of broad stripped Zoo York Graphic Tank Top with varying degrees of grays and powdery blue matching his shorts. He really looked sharp in his light summary warm weather wear. Seeing him in this outfit kind of turned me on as he glanced towards me with the corners of his mouth twitching upwards seemingly knowing what I was thinking.
Koko did manage to put something on as well in the form of shorts, but like Arty remained shirtless. As with most of the smaller boy’s clothes the yellow pair of Umbro Youth Rio Check shorts hung loosely around his waist barely concealing his small boy baubles. The shorts showed off his strong legs because the leggings on the old style pair of soccer shorts only came down to mid-thigh. They had an elastic waist band that didn’t do much to keep them in place on his thin sleek waist, and as usual Koko simply left the drawstring untied so the only thing holding them in place at the moment was his cute little butt, and the small bulge between his legs. The outfit looked about ready to fall around his ankles at any moment.
I had to admit the look was truly effective in making him even that much more sexy as they revealed a portion of his cute little pillowy like buttocks along with most of his bare pubic mound. Even though it was obvious the boy didn’t have much between his legs, seeing him hardly covered still made one yearn to see the scarcely hidden little bulge just beneath the flimsy material only a fraction of an inch below the drooping waistband. Sometimes the material would shift when he moved giving you to have a brief teasing like glimpse of his small flaccid tube and little soft fleshy satchel.
It wasn’t immediately obvious if the three boys intentionally wanted to sexually incite others, or if they were simply that unconcerned and naïve about how they affected people around them with their provocative outfits. To be honest I suppose it really didn’t matter because when all was said and done these boys were very different from one another, yet each one exuded such striking beauty in their own unique way.
“I thought we were going shopping Dad so what are we doing here?” Koko asked me as we stood outside one of the storage units just down the hall from my front door even though I had pretty much told him earlier that we weren’t going shopping.
Unlocking the door I opened up the ten foot by thirty foot unit. “One of the perks I added to the contract when I purchased part of this building was that I get to have my very own storage unit.” I stated as I pushed up the roll up garage style door revealing a large room that was partially filled with household items.
Turning towards Koko I watched the boy gawk as he tried to hold back the emotions currently threatening to overwhelm him as he used the back of his hand to wipe away the wetness on the corners of his eyes.
“When I was informed by social services over in Europe that they were planning on disposing of your dad’s property I took the liberty of paying to have it shipped over. I…um…hope you don’t mind Koko. I mean…I really wasn’t sure if you’d be ready for it or not. It came in the other day, but if you’d rather…uh…you know get some new stuff…then…we can….uuumph,” I gasped staggering in surprise when the small boy launched himself at me literally wrapping himself around me like a wet blanket his strong limbs squeezing the life out me.
“Oh dad…thanks so much.” Koko began to cry once more catching me by surprise as I froze for a split second with indecision before allowing my arms to pull him closer into my chest.
“I…I don’t know how I got so lucky with getting a second special kind of dad like you. I thought I’d never see my daddy’s things or my stuff ever again. I mean I suppose most of the stuff doesn’t mean all that much, and I can do without them, but some things mean everything. I…um…I don’t know how to explain it…but for real dad thanks so much.” He whispered in my ear kissing my cheek as he held me tightly before I let him down so the three boys could start sifting through the stuff.
“Listen Koko bring your stuff inside from your old room, and we will put it in your new room. If there’s other stuff you also want that belonged to you or your dad bring those in too. Well find someplace to put them.” I told the boy ruffling his hair as he hugged me once more before wiping away the wetness of his tears with the back of his hand.
“I mean sure we don’t have room for everything, but we don’t need to get rid of them either. They’ll always be in here for you Koko. After all, these are your things so you can decide later what you want to do with them. For now though, feel free to bring some extra things into the house. I mean…after all it is your home now too. ” I offered up.
“Really…I mean you wouldn’t mind me bringing in some of our personal things?” He asked me his eyes brightening up.
“No I don’t mind Koko. If it is important to you then it’s important to me too.” I told him kneeling down in front of him so I was closer to his level.
“Things are different for me now Koko…I mean…for both of us. I know I can never replace your daddy, but I do want you to know that you are my life now…I mean…not just ‘in’ my life…but my life…you know…family. So yes…if it is important we will make it work somehow. Besides, when I add the second level above our rooms we will have extra space for more of your things…I promise.”
“Oh…alright…um…,” Koko looked over towards Tim and Arty who tried to remain inconspicuous not wanting to embarrass their little friend who was obviously having a poignant moment.
“I…uh…I do understand dad. I’m glad too…you know that we are family now...for real.” His voice became soft quivering a bit with emotion as he looked down at his feet. “But dad…um…you don’t have to spend any more money…not because of me. I mean…won’t it cost a lot of money to add more rooms? Besides, we don’t need the extra space for my daddy’s things.”
“Come here sweetie.” I sighed bringing him into my arms again holding him to me as he blushed looking towards his friends a bit embarrassed with my term of endearment and show of affection, but didn’t hesitate allowing me to hug him.
“Listen…I don’t ever want you to think that you are costing me money or ever worry about that sort of thing period. That is part of my job…your job is to be the bestest kid possible. I don’t mean being good and stuff; although, that would be nice too.” I chuckled teasingly letting what I was saying sink in a little before continuing.
“No, I mean…um…well…simply put…I want you to be a kid without the worries that belong to adults. I want you to be able to make mistakes along the way without being afraid that I won’t love you or that I’d send you away. All kids make mistakes…I mean I don’t want you to be bad or anything…but it will happen, and yes you will get in trouble or I might yell at you. That’s what being a part of a family is all about.” I grinned at him as I patted his cheek affectionately while he nodded, his cheeks turning crimson because of the serious discussion neither of us had expected.
It was important for me to get Koko to understand I wanted him to be happy like a normal kid without any big worries in his life. “You’re only a kid once, and my job is to be sure you can be just that…a boy with all the perks…or…grief.” I chuckled teasingly trying to keep this discussion a light one even if it is a bit serious.
“All of that goes along with being a typical boy who gets into all sorts of scrapes and messes, but doesn’t do it because he is bad or anything, rather simply because it is part of growing up. Besides, I think it is a good idea for you to have a little space of your own that’s a bit…um…more private. I’m almost afraid anymore to enter your room because every time I do it’s like stepping into something a bit…well…embarrassing for both of us.” I chuckled, hearing Arty and Tim sniggering at this comment while Koko laughed rolling his eyes in that typical “whatever,” kind of manner these kids have these days.
“Well…speak for yourself. It doesn’t bother me one bit if you walk in on me having a bit of fun.” He teased back giving me a hug.
“Yeah…well I’m sure that might change here in a year or two when you finally realize doing something like that is supposed to be private.” I laughed shaking my head as I ruffled his hair. “Anyway, enough of this seriousness. I’ll let you and your buddies get to it.” I smiled at him affectionately.
“You…um…you aren’t going to help?” He asked me.
“I’ll help if you need it, but I want you to be able to decide on your own how you are going to make up your room or what to bring into the house. I don’t want to influence you because I think it is important for you to be able to make ‘my’ house into ‘our’ house, alright? Besides, Arty and Tim are more than enough help. Anything heavy just give me a holler.”
Koko smiled nodding his head as he leaned in giving me another big hug while I ran my hand up and down his smooth warm skin. “Thanks dad…for everything.” He whispered in my ear.
The boys were busy for several hours taking a short break in the form of a quick dip in the pool to cool off. I had to laugh because the boys ended up stripping naked instead of putting on their bathing suits. By now all the boys had some clothes including a bathing suit at the house, but these days both Arty and Koko were simply comfortable with swimming naked. They even managed to convince Tim to strip out of his clothes so he could skinny dip with them. The teen was a bit more reserved about it than the other two, which I suppose was because he was getting to that stage in his age where he was getting more self conscious about such acts. It didn’t matter that he’s been intimate with the other two before, so at first he was a bit more reserved, but soon enough he was splashing around unconcerned at his state of undress.
Just as I was getting ready to call them in for lunch there was a knock on the door. Hesitating a moment I simply left the boys alone allowing them to have a bit more fun. Opening up the door I was surprised to find a young woman in her late twenties introducing herself as part of family services checking up on Koko in regards to the adoption proceedings.
“Hello…uh…Mr. Everharte?” The woman hesitated a moment checking the file in her hand to make sure she had the right name. “I’m Joan Riverside from family services to check up on Koko. Um…interesting location you have for a home.” She commented not totally convinced as I chuckled having the same reaction from others over the years.
“Oh…um…well yes of course. I wasn’t aware anyone was coming over today, or at least there wasn’t a message in this regard.” I commented as she nodded her head smiling condescendingly.
“Well we like to come unannounced in these situation so we can see for ourselves the normal living condition for the children we are responsible for. After all we just don’t give out kids to anyone; especially, single men.” She stated a bit smugly trying to enter as I arched my eyebrows blocking her entry.
“Of course I can understand that, but need I remind you Koko wasn’t placed in your care, but entrusted to me with explicit instructions and wishes from his biological father. You being here is more a formality than anything else.” I began still blocking her way not appreciating her tone in the least bit pausing a moment before continuing.
“This isn’t the usual case of abuse or other circumstances which require such behavior from your department. So in the future you will accord me the courtesy of a phone call so you do not disrupt our lives. We will accommodate you accordingly, but let me make something perfectly clear from the start, I’m not your typical so called candidate seeking approval from your department so stow away your attitude right now.” I paused letting my words and meaning sink in for a second or two as she once more tried to be the one in charge of this situation.
“Well that just will not do at all…how dare you interfere…” She began as I took a step forward forcing her to take a step back her eyes bulging outwards at my boldness.
“You will conduct yourself in an appropriate fashion. Your sole responsibility in this matter is reporting to the courts whether or not my home meets the minimum requirements as the law dictates in this state. Be advised as a senior partner in one of the largest legal firm in this state that I am very well aware of any legalities in this regard…so yes I do dare. As a matter of fact this meeting is over with right now.” I stated a bit forcefully.
“But…um…I…uh…,” Joan stuttered completely flabbergasted as she began to rifle through the file a bit perplexed at the turn of events while I once more cut her off.
“Your department will be receiving a call from me first thing on Monday morning asking for a different advocate to come in to do the evaluation. Be assured that your department had better get ‘their ducks in a row’ because I will be reporting any improprieties. If you decide to call the police to force your way into my home I can confidently let you know right now that I am perfectly capable of suing your department not to mention to see you fired from your position because you have overreached your bounds. Do I make myself perfectly clear?” I asked the stunned young woman who was used to being the one in control.
“Have a good day.” I announced as I shut the door on her.
Her attitude and assumptions had me stinking filthy mad as I made my way over towards the sliding door calling out to the boys to get dressed for lunch. As I thought about it this might have been a good thing in disguise because who knows how she would have reacted to the boys swimming butt naked in the pool. While the boys ate lunch I quickly told them about my confrontation assuring Koko that I had every right to react in the way I did. He didn’t seem too worried about it as I let the boys eat their lunch so they could get back to decorating Koko’s room.
Slipping into my room I made a few phone calls cashing in some of my favors so I could get the home phone number of the judge in charge of our adoption case. As luck would have it I actually knew Judge Harrington, so when I explained to him my confrontation, the man was quiet livid.
“Listen Will, how this went down was uncalled for, but in Joan’s defense these people are overworked with so very little time to make these kinds decisions on a daily basis. More than likely she never even looked over the file, simply assuming this was a normal run of the mill case for custody with some sort of questionable behavior involved.”
“Yes your honor, and that is how it appeared to me as well, but she did have an attitude about the entire situation so I wasn’t about to throw Koko to the wolves. I want to try limiting any more stress on the kid. Besides, she needed to learn that she can’t go around bullying people because she holds their lives in her hands. People like this tend to get a swelled head destroying other people’s lives in the process.” I stated hearing Judge Harrington grunt on the other end of the line.
“Yeah, you’re right about that, and it might be a good object lesson for Joan, so I think we will keep her on this case for now. I’m confident you will keep her in check. I’ll make a few phone calls so we can get this all straightened out. These adoptions tend to take time to get processed through as it is, but your case is fairly straight forward so I’m hoping to speed it along. I’ve already gone over your case file out of professional courtesy, and I don’t foresee any major issues since most everything was squared away legally by this boy’s father. We simply need some of these other formalities to take place before we can finalize everything.”
About an hour later I received a phone call from Miss Riverside apologizing for her rude behavior, and for not having read the case file ahead of time. She really did sound sorry about the entire situation, but confided in me that just the other day she had a kid land in the hospital due to one of her judgment calls. From her voice I could tell that decision still upset her.
She also apologized for the whole being a single man and her assumptions regarding that as well. We chatted for several minutes where I began to realize I had just caught her at a bad time. Evidently she was also trying to catch up on her case load because someone in her department suddenly decided to take an early retirement leaving everyone else to pick up the slack.
Thirty minutes later she was knocking on the door, and I let her in this time. The poor girl seemed a bit out of sorts obviously overworked, but she managed a smile with a proper introduction as we started over with a clear slate. I showed her around my home her eyes simply taking in everything as she gasped in complete surprise.
“Mr. Everharte…”
“Please just call me Will,” I interjected getting a nod from her.
“Alright…Will. To be honest I wasn’t expecting this. I mean how did you manage to find such a gem?” She asked very impressed with both the inside of the house, and the garden courtyard with pool and entertainment area.
“Well to be honest when I purchased this place it wasn’t like this. It was an oversized storage unit that just wasn’t feasible as a storage unit for most businesses. Of course it was a large space, but there just wasn’t easy access to it that made sense for businesses. So the building owners simply tried to sell it off for whatever profit they could get. When I looked at it I knew immediately the potential so purchased this property, and converted it into a home.” I explained to her.
“Wow, well everything looks great to make this into a home for Koko, but I am a bit concerned about the workout space you have set up. It could be dangerous for young boys like him; especially, since they don’t know how to utilize such things in a safe manner.” She pointed out.
“Yes normally I would agree, but Koko’s been training and competing in gymnastics most of his life. His father was a coach in Europe, so Koko utilizes the equipment for his own training, but only when there is adult supervision around.”
“Oh…well that makes sense then. I suppose the only thing left is for me to talk with him, and to see his room.” She pointed out.
While I was showing her around the boys had remained in the room oblivious to what was happening out here. Knocking on the door Koko opened it up as far as it would go. I stuck my head inside chuckling at the somewhat organized chaos, noticing the dramatic change taking place already inside the room. The boys cleared out a small pathway allowing us to enter inside. When Miss Riverside looked around at the mess before glancing towards me questioningly I explained to her that Koko’s things had just arrived from Europe a few days ago so he was moving them into his new room.
“Oh…hey dad?” Koko spoke up turning towards his dresser drawer picking something up while Miss Riverside arched her eyebrows upwards questioningly, but not commenting on the smaller boy’s reference towards me.
“Hey kiddo…what’s up?” I chuckled watching as the smaller boy turned back towards me holding something up in his hands.
“I found it…just like you said I would.” Koko announced showing me the pendant his father had given him.
It was the same exact design on the front and back sides making me smile at how so alike Koko’s father and I were even after all these years. We were so close at one time that many of our ideas always ran hand in hand. In a way it was comforting news to me that after all these years we still seemed to be connected in similar ways.
“That’s great…now you can wear both of them at the same time.” I commented as he shrugged his shoulders.
“Nah…I only need to wear one…and well…I love the one you gave me. Besides, I think it looks perfect right over here.” He stated smiling as he draped it over the frame holding the picture of him and his dad. “Don’t you?” He asked me as I smiled affectionately at him embracing the boy in my arms when he reached over towards me.
“Yeah…I think it’s perfect there. At least you know where it is, and you won’t lose it.” I smiled as he hugged me tightly while Miss Riverside watched us intently. “Oh…um boys…this is Miss Riverside from Children and Family Services. She’s checking everything out to make sure Koko’s new home is fit for a kid of his caliber.” I chuckled getting a friendly shove from my little tyke.
“Geeze get real dad. You make it sound like I’m some sort of royalty or something. I’d sleep on the floor if it means I can stay with you.” He stated seriously before shaking Miss Riverside’s hand allowing the other two boys to do the same as they introduced themselves while also apologizing to her for the mess in his room.
While she chatted with the boys they continued to put things away making the encounter more casual. I could tell she took an instant liking to Koko and the other two boys, even chuckling when he almost lost his shorts a time or two when he bent over or moved a bit too quick. As I looked around at the transformation happening inside the bedroom I had to smile because it was shaping up to be fairly typical of many eleven year old boys. There were some toys and other items scattered around on some of the shelves already while posters hung up on the walls. There were some superhero’s posters like Batman and Spiderman, even a Transformers one, all mixed in with some sports posters. There were a couple of soccer posters of athletes I didn’t know along with gymnasts, also unknown to me.
At one point Joan patted Koko’s bed indicating for him to take a seat so she could talk to him having his full attention. She asked him several serious questions, which didn’t seem to bother him all that much as he simply answered her with plenty of the typical kid types of rolling his eyes, shrugging of shoulders, and spreading out his arms in the ‘whatever’ response.
“Any questions Koko?” She finally asked as he shrugged his shoulders for the umpteenth time eliciting a chuckle from me.
“Um…yeah…how long before it is official for me to adopt dad?” He asked jerking his thumb my way making me laugh at how he viewed the situation while getting a raising of an eyebrow from Miss Riverside.
“Dad?” She inquired.
“Well…yeah…dad.” Koko responded gazing back at her as if this was the most natural thing while she tried to read his mind which seemed to exasperate the smaller boy as it became a stare down competition with her blinking first.
“I mean daddy wanted Mr. Will to be my dad, I want him to be my dad, and he wants to be my dad…so he’s dad. Just because we don’t have that paper yet saying he’s my dad doesn’t mean he isn’t. Geeze…everyone knows that it’s how we feel about it inside here,” he pointed to his chest, “and not a silly piece of paper that makes it true. Sure without that stupid paper it could be a hassle, but I will always know in here,” he pointed to his chest again before pointing toward me, “that he’s my dad.” He stated flatly with such conviction that no one could ever convince him otherwise.
“Anyway…are we done yet? I want to finish up my room today so I can go swimming with Tim and Arty. Did you see the pool? It’s way wicked and perfect in the summer heat around here. I never knew places could get this hot…I mean sure in Illinois it got hot too, but that was more of a sticky wet kind. It’s way hotter and dryer over her, but at least with the pool and all the shading around the garden area it’s a lot cooler.” Koko stated more than asked indicating he was all done with the questions.
Miss Riverside didn’t seem offended as she smiled at the boys leaving them to their task. “Damn, he’s just too adorably sweet.” She chuckled as we made our way into the kitchen.
“Yeah, but you have to be careful about it because he can wrap you around his finger in a heartbeat. There’s just something about him that tends to lull you to complacency.” I chuckled shaking my head as I paused to get both of us something cold to drink out of the fridge.
Handing her a cold bottle of water I continued. “He’s pretty good at it too; although, to be honest I don’t really think he realizes he’s doing it most times. It’s simply that he truly is a sweet innocent kid still for all practical purposes. He’s as smart as they come for a boy his age, but with a huge heart to boot. It’s like he sees things in a different way than most other kids his age. Maybe because of what he’s already had to go through in his young life. I really do love him, and he’s made some very close friends around here already.”
“Sounds like he’s adjusting then?” She asked.
“Yeah…I think so. There’s been some minor things, but nothing we haven’t been able to handle. If anything comes up where I need help I do have resources available through my firm I can count on.” I pointed out.
We sat at the counter talking for a while longer before she looked at the time saying she had to get going. She did comment that she didn’t foresee any problems, but would be calling to make one or two more appointments just to see how things were coming along while we all waited for the adoption process to go through its motions.
The days, weeks, and even months began to slip by as we settled into a normalcy state of affairs. The fourth of July came and went with many close family and friends attending the party at my home. Even my folks managed to make it over this year, and once they found out about Koko seemed very happy about the situation. It was like there was some sort of connection between them and Koko. Of course they had come to know Koko’s father very well when we lived in Illinois, so the situation didn’t seem awkward to them. Right from the get go they recognized the similarities between this version and the one from years past so it was easy for them to settle into a nurturing role.
Even my brother began to accept the turn of events, and seemed to be doing much better with things at home. He decided to do a lateral move at work, and was now home more often than not. His two daughters doted over Koko, who seemed to blush every time they were around because they constantly wanted to hug and kiss him to death. It was a very sweet scene seeing how the kids were getting along. Evidently the girls had been begging their parents for a little brother for years, and now they saw their opportunity with Koko.
Justin wasn’t able to make it which disappointed Koko, but I did talk to the boy’s father who apologized for not being able to come over. The man seemed distant and distracted to me, but I suppose it was natural considering how the family appeared to be in survival mode. That’s just how life is sometimes in families, which seem to be happening more and more these days in our country. Some have to struggle day in and day out just to remain afloat. It simply wasn’t so easy for most families these days.
Koko seemed to thrive in his new environment, but there were some days when he became melancholy as if reflecting back on his former life. Sadness would settle over him for a little while, and sometimes he would cry in the middle of the night. I knew it wasn’t him being sad at his new life, but rather him simply missing his real dad. These moments wouldn’t last very long, simply fading away as quickly as they appeared. Sometimes when he got sad late at night he’d crawl into bed with me cuddling up next to my warm body while I gently held him caressing him until he nodded to sleep before I tucked him back into his own bed.
At some point Koko had gotten into the habit of climbing into bed with me first thing in the morning for thirty or forty minutes before I had to get up for work. Sometimes we simply cuddle in one another arms quietly while at other times we spent that time chatting about the upcoming day’s events. After a while I’d get up out of bed so I could clean up and prepare breakfast while Koko continued to doze drowsily. Once breakfast was prepared the smaller boy would simply walk out into the kitchen plopping himself on the tall bar stool to eat breakfast with me. Most mornings he remained completely naked not in the least bit concerned about the state of his undress. Anymore this was his home now as well so he had settled into it completely.
We had already made an appearance in front of Judge Harrington for some of the formalities of the process soon after Joan’s first visit with us. The smaller boy had fidgeted around in his grey Calvin Klein Sharkskin Deco suit jacket with matching vest and pants, and shiny new black colored Sperry Top-Sider Colton leather shoes that I had purchased for him looking handsome as ever. This was the most I’ve seen him dressed up since he arrived, and I had to admit that he truly was very strikingly beautiful in the outfit. Even when I slipped his small feet into his shoes I paused for a moment as I held them in my warm hands. He giggled when I gave the bottom of his soles a quick tickle before allowing his gray colored footed sock to slip into the soft leather shoes.
Arty was over at the house before we left for court, and I could see the twelve year old glancing over at the smaller boy several times, blushing when Koko caught him sneaking glances over towards his way. From the look in the older boy’s eyes, not to mention the tenting in his shorts, I could tell how turned on he was by Koko being all dressed up in his gray three piece suit, white dress shirt, and slate colored etched grid zipper tie. I heard him whispering in Koko’s ear that he’d love nothing more at the moment than to take his time stripping the boy naked, which got a surprised squawk out of the younger boy before he blushed giggling at the silliness of the statement.
When I made the comment of how well Koko “cleaned up,” it managed to get a scowling look out of the younger boy with a smirk from Arty. The court appearance went very well, with the judge talking to all the appropriate parties involved before finally turning towards Koko asking him into his chambers so he could have a private conversation with how he felt about it.
The smaller boy was nervous, but later told me what had happened while he was with Judge Harrington in his chambers. He had answered all of the judge’s questions honestly letting the man know how his father had told him all about me saying this was where he belonged. Then after staying with me he came to love me just like his father knew he would. With me he felt at home. He also mentioned to me that the judge had asked him what name he’d like on the legal documents if the adoption were approved. He never told me what he decided, and I didn’t press him because to be honest it didn’t truly matter to me so long as we became a family.
Afterwards Judge Harrington promised to move things along as fast as possible. Basically what was holding things up were just the normal logistics of the process. All avenues had to be pursued regarding Koko’s relatives. Of course his biological mother was an orphan herself so Koko had no relatives on that side of the family with Germany sending over all the appropriate documentation to confirm this since they had to conduct a similar search as well when Koko’s mother was placed into foster care.
Koko’s father had also made sure all of this was taken care of with his side of the family through the legal firm he had hired. His relatives really were all distantly related never truly in contact with him during all these years, but the legal firm had contacted all of them to informing them of the situation along with Coco’s wishes regarding his son. They all ended up signing paperwork waiving any claims to the smaller boy unless I chose not to take on the responsibility, or if there were any other indications I didn’t qualify for the responsibility. The only person in doubt was Koko’s grandfather who had sort of dropped off the map not long after the incident years ago when Coco was a little boy.
Periodically, Joan would drop by to check up on Koko keeping us informed of the adoption proceedings. Her last visit created a bit of an uproar. After our first encounter things went really smooth with us all, so I hadn’t hesitated in inviting her inside. When she inquired about Koko I stuck my head in his room, but he wasn’t there so we began to look around for him. I should have known he’d probably be in the pool, but I simply didn’t think anything of it as we opened up the sliding door out on to the garden patio. We caught poor Koko climbing out of the pool dripping wet and stark naked with him squeaking in surprise as he ducked for cover inside the small changing room.
Of course it set me off in a fit of laughter until I saw him emerging from the change room wrapping an oversized robe around his small frame scowling at me. The look of shock and surprise on Joan’s face also helped quiet me down as I spread my arms out apologetically to Koko letting him know how sorry I was, but I hadn’t known he had decided to go skinny dipping this early in the morning.
Joan seemed a little concerned about the situation as both of them took a seat under the shade of an umbrella next to the pool while I went in to fix some refreshments. The window was open inside the house so their conversation carried over towards me making me scowl a little at what was being asked. Soon enough though I could tell Koko had things well in hand.
When Joan asked him why he was swimming around the pool stark naked pointing out how inappropriate such a situation was with an adult around who isn’t his father, the boy almost completely came unglued. He couldn’t understand what the big deal was anyway. It wasn’t as if there were any girls around, besides he used to walk around completely naked all the time at home when his dad was still alive. Even his own dad used to walk around in the house without clothes on, but that his new dad, he pointed out referring to me, didn’t do that thinking it was bad enough when one of them went “starkers,” he chuckled when he said it that way.
Besides, he continued to explain, it wasn’t as if his new dad was forcing him to walk around naked or anything, just that he was more comfortable since it was so hot all the time. He told her how we had discussed it when he first started walking around hardly dressed or naked. He informed her that even though his new dad hadn’t made a big issue over it, and that it didn’t appear I really minded about the situation, that I had still talked to him about it pointing out others might not feel it was appropriate.
At this point he shrugged his shoulders again not completely sure why people like her thought it such a big deal. He went even as far to point out that after gymnastics he took a shower completely naked, and there were people of all differing ages getting cleaned up including some adults. After all it was a public facility where people came and worked out and practiced. Besides, it isn’t as if there are any girls around, he pointed out again emphatically, and blushing when he remembered Joan had caught him starkers as he glanced towards the house. I knew they couldn’t see me in the house, but it was like the boy was looking right at me, and I could tell he was going to give me what for later on for allowing a girl to catch him in such an embarrassing way.
They chatted some more about it with Koko letting her know emphatically that this was his home now so he should be able to feel comfortable enough to walk around naked or do what others kids do. When she pointed out most boys these days don’t walk around the house naked, he pointed out to her that she just now said “most,” which means some do. By the time they finished up I could tell that Joan was comfortable with what had happened. I think she had just been concerned that something inappropriate was going on, and if so it would have been her responsibility to report it. As it was she told me she would talk to the judge about it privately letting him know what happened along with the conversation she just had with Koko.
Later that day I received a call from Judge Harrington who was busting a gut on the other end. He said he wished he was there to see the expression on the young woman’s face who was more on the prudish side. The man let us know he didn’t find anything inappropriate about the situation, and if anything it reminded him of his own days as a boy when him and his friends would go over to one of the local ponds to swim completely naked as well. As he sighed he had to admit that our society these days were taking such precious innocence from our youths. Yes, there were plenty of abusive and inappropriate situations where boys and girls needed to be protected, but these days society was going too far taking away the innocence of such natural interactions between kids.
The man confided in me that maybe Koko could show his grandkids, all three of them boys around his age, what it’s like to have so much fun. Two of his grandson’s were from his son and one from his daughter, but all three of them were so self conscious about their bodies that when they were over visiting none of them couldn’t even get dressed into their pajamas without taking turns going into the bathroom alone to change. He hated how society was teaching kids to be so embarrassed and ashamed about themselves.
As the end of summer vacation quickly approached with the start of school just around the corner another milestone was rapidly approaching. Koko’s twelfth birthday was just a week or so away. I wanted it to be special for the smaller boy this year with him simply being able to enjoy it without the stresses of the past few years. I’m sure his father had made sure he had wonderful birthdays, but still with the whole health issue looming over Koko’s head I know those had been difficult ones for him as well wondering if his father would be around to share in it for another year.
The boy’s birthday was on my mind when I received a packet at the office that I had to sign for from family court. It was sent over by a special courier directly from Judge Harrington himself, so I knew it had something to do regarding the adoption. When I opened it up I read the little handwritten sticky note from the judge which simply stated he felt I’d want this right away instead of waiting. As I opened up the large manila envelope I gasped in surprise. Inside were several legal documents along with a certificate of adoption for a Koko Angelo Smiley-Everharte. Rolling it around my tongue a few times I began to like the sound of it. His choice made me proud that he had decided to keep his last name and take mine as well. I also smiled at his middle name because I hadn’t known it earlier, and I thought it somehow fit him perfectly.
This was a very proud moment that I simply had to share with Koko. So I made a quick call to Judge Harrington thanking him for making it official so quickly instead of holding it off for another court date. I then took the rest of the day off without letting anyone else know about the good news. I wanted to share it with Koko first before we included the rest of our family and friends. To me it felt right that we share this moment alone, just the two of us.
Now as I approached the gate leading up to the garden deck after the bus dropped me off I notice that the gate was slightly propped open. Sighing I pause long enough to look closer at the spring. I had put off getting it fixed, but finally got around to it a couple of weeks ago. The guy from some gate company looked it over announcing it was a simple enough fix, but he had to special order the spring attachment. He was due to come over finally fixing it for good in the next couple of days.
My distraction was short lived when I heard a scream from the garden patio up on the next level. My heart began pounding in my chest, and without realizing how it happened I was standing on the landing horrified at the scene in front of me. Somehow Jason had managed to get inside along with two other older boys. One of them had Arturo in a full nelson his feet dangling in the air as he struggled to free himself. Tim lay sprawled on the cement patio all curled up in pain with blood trickling from his lips as another boy loomed over him giving him a swift kick in the gut for good measure. What truly made me gasp was seeing my small petite boy’s body shoved up against a raised garden bed, one of many, which housed trees spread around the courtyard.
The mixture of sheer fear and revulsion in his eyes were clearly visible as large drops of tears clearly flowed down the sides of his cheeks. “Please let Koko go.” I heard Arty pleading.
Koko’s plaid blue and red shorts, along with his underwear had somehow been yanked down around his ankles while Jason had him bent over at the waist up against the raised garden bed with his head shoved into the dirt. The older boy had a firm grip around Koko’s hair pressing down on the poor boy’s head even more as the smaller boy grimaced in pain.
“I’ll do whatever you want just let him go.” Arty was pleading between his own pain as he too began to cry because the other older boy holding him jerked upwards applying even more pressure making the boy yell out in pain.
“Oh don’t worry; I plan on taking what I want from you just as soon as I fuck this fine piece of ass. I’m going to enjoy deflowering this little sissy boy’s tight ass. Damn…stop squirming around you little shit.” Jason yelled as he pressed his large bulky frame up against my little boy literally smothering him as he tried to struggle because he could breathe.
“It’ll go easier on you if you just relax and let me have your cherry.” The older boy hissed as he literally shoved his hips up against Koko trying to impale him. “Fuck…you little ass wipe…stop it and open up.” Jason screamed in frustration because Koko was obviously fighting as much as possible to prevent what the older boy was trying to do, while both Arty and Tim began to struggle again trying in vain to help out their friend and lover.
It was a scene like out of a horror movie with me rooted in place unable to move as if frozen and suspended in time. My mind screamed inside of my head, but my body simply couldn’t respond. It was as if I couldn’t comprehend fully what was going on because things like this simply didn’t happen…did it? I mean this was real life not some movie.
“Shit Jason…you never said anything about…this. I…let’s just let them go. So what if we don’t play football this year. It was our choice by not going to those seminars. I don’t want any part of this. It’s one thing to come up here and scare them, but this just isn’t right. I’m out of here” One of the older boys finally spoke out getting a nod from his buddy.
“You fucking pussies just stay where you are or I’ll track you down later and kick your asses. You know I will too.” Jason sneered at his friends as the two boys looked at each other a bit frightened.
“I’m going to have some boy pussy if it’s the last thing I do. I want all three of them…to teach them a lesson they will never forget.” The large obese boy panted as he momentarily pulled out his stiff erection revealing more of his obscene ugly hairy bulky form. His damp wrinkled ashen toned hard shaft slipped from between Koko’s butt cheeks briefly before the older boy lined up his pre-cum slicked up drooling pole against the smaller boy’s brown cherry getting ready to shove himself inside the horrified whimpering boy for good taking by force what he’s obviously been lusting after for a while now.
That’s when all hell seemed to break loose. Before I knew it Jason’s body was flying off of Koko grunting in pain as he landed at the feet of the boy holding up Arty. That boy immediately dropped Arty as his eyes grew wide with fear. The other older boy also yelped in surprise jumping up off of Tim who he had been holding down when the fourteen year old boy had begun to struggle trying to help Koko.
Koko slumped to the ground and curled up into a fetal position. I knew my little boy wasn’t moving anytime soon so I bent over helping Arty to his feet. Tim was already getting up on wobbly feet as he kicked out at Jason, his foot connecting against the older boy’s stomach.
“Move…run to the house and call 911.” I shouted shoving both Arty and Tim towards the house forcefully realizing it was me who had finally managed to get myself uprooted and intervene.
Tim hesitated for a brief moment with sheer hatred etched on his features as he looked down at Jason wanting nothing but revenge. This quickly dissipated when I shoved Arty into his arms. Then his protective instincts took over as he realized the predicament we were all in. Grabbing Arty by the hand he literally pulled the other boy who was visibly shook up and crying into the house locking the door behind him as he scrambled for the phone. It left me all alone to protect Koko from the other three boys, but at least I knew help was on the way.
Things were happening so fast that I hadn’t seen Jason getting up until it was too late. The older boy knocked me over, but I had enough sense to let the momentum roll me on top of the fat pig as we continued to grapple. I was so focused on the big kid who outweighed me by a good hundred pounds that I had almost forgotten about the other two boys until I heard one of them shouting out to his friend that they should get out of there before the cops arrived.
To be honest if they wouldn’t have bolted I would have been screwed, but as I heard them scrambling to get out of there I felt a surge of energy inside of me as I twisted my body around, raised my fist, and connected across Jason’s jaw. The older boy grunted shoving me off of him as he tried to roll on to his feet. We both got up and squared off with his eyes glaring full of hatred towards me.
“You…,” he hissed, “it’s all your fault. You should have stayed out of this from the beginning…but no…you had to stick your nose where it doesn’t belong. Well fuck you and those snot nosed kids. After I get done with you I’ll make you watch what I do to them one by one.” He jeered at me maliciously with spittle foaming at the mouth.
He was so enraged that he charged me like a mad bull full on. I stood there paralyzed, his eyes glinting in triumph as he neared, which quickly changed to one of shock when at the last moment I dove towards his feet knocking them out from beneath him. He went down hard not even having the time to hold out his arms cushioning his fall. I heard a sickening sound of bones breaking when his face smashed into the hard cement surface as blood seemed to leave a splattering pattern three feet in diameter around his flailing form.
There was complete silence for a split second before a blood curdling scream escaped the older boy’s lips that made me cringe with a sickening sensation threatening to overwhelm me. I turned to throw up, but then I saw Koko curled up a few feet away in a fetal position sucking his thumb. His eyes were staring at the hideous scene slowly dimming and glazing over until it looked like he was staring off into empty space. Something seemed to have happened to him in that one moment breaking my heart to the core.
Just then Officer Orland appeared with his weapon drawn. Evidently he had been just down the street when the 911 call had gone out regarding three older boys assaulting younger boys at this address. Since he knew us and the recent events regarding Jason he quickly made his way to the house. He had seen two older boys bolting through the open gate so immediately made his way up the stairs to the garden patio while radioing in the descriptions of the two boys taking flight. Once the man reached the top he surveyed the situation quickly as I bent over Koko picking him up protectively in my arms carrying him inside leaving Jason to the police.
Arty was crying visibly shaken as I laid Koko on to the couch covering up his nakedness. The smaller boy remained curled up in a fetal position with his thumb stuck in his mouth completely unresponsive to me. It was simply heartbreaking to see him in this condition, and to be honest truly the most frightening position I’ve ever been in my entire life.
“I’m so sorry Mr. Will…all of it is my fault. Jason and the other two boys grabbed me just outside the gate, and forced me to open it up. I’m so sorry Mr. Will…oh Koko…,” he began to ball when he saw his friend all curled up on the sofa completely devoid of any expression.
“Please Koko I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean it…really…I’d rather die than let them hurt you…Koko…please,” he continued to sob beginning to lose control while Tim tried to soothe him.
I was concentrating on my little boy trying to comfort him, but my head was spinning making me dizzy. To make matters worse Arty was still pleading and crying making everything so chaotic. A whole range of emotions flooded me at that moment as nausea first gripped me threatening to make me throw up, then a sense of loss crept over my body, before finally sheer rage with me no longer able to take it anymore.
“Arty…for Pete’s sake just shut up for a minute!” I snapped harshly immediately regretting my words wanting to take them back; especially, once I saw the expression on the poor Hispanic boy’s face.
It was one of dejectedness as he hung his head down to his chest trying to hold in his tears. I heard him hiccup sucking in his breathe trying to contain his sobs while his body continued to tremble with the strain of the effort. It was obvious he felt miserable about his so called treachery, but he held everything inside not wanting to upset me anymore or fail us again as he valiantly tried to comply with my heated request. My whole insides turned upside down as I realized Koko wasn’t the only victim here.
“Oh Arty…I…I’m so sorry.” I whispered stepping forward as I wrapped him up in my arms.
“Really…it isn’t your fault because they had this all planned. You didn’t let them in willingly…they forced you, and you didn’t stand a chance against them. They would have simply beat you first and taken the key so it isn’t your fault. But I need to know if you are hurt.” I whispered softly to him taking a step back raising his chin up so he was looking into my eyes as I watched them begin to well up with tears.
“I…I,” he began looking completely ashamed as big watery drops began to puddle along the edges of his eyes before spilling over.
“No Arty…don’t. This isn’t your fault so don’t ever feel ashamed. If anything I’m so proud of you. I heard you trying to protect Koko, so if anything I’m so very proud of you…both of you.” I sighed as I wrapped up both boys into my arms holding them tightly for the moment knowing they needed this right now before I turned my attention back to my own boy.
By the time we got back from the hospital it was pretty late. The doctors had examined Koko determining that there was no anal penetration, which was a relief to me, but still he seemed to be in a state of shock. I was informed it was merely a protective mechanism so I needed to be patient. What had started out as a cheerful day had turned into a nightmare.
In the meantime they gave Koko a mild sedative along with a prescription for the next few days to help him sleep. They had also swabbed between the eleven year old boy’s butt cheeks taking samples from him for possible charges of sexual assault to a minor for starters against Jason. The older boy had been officially placed under arrest before taken to the same hospital as Koko to be treated for his own wounds. It appeared that he had broken his nose and jaw when he fell flat on his face requiring his mouth to be wired shut. In some ways it was a bit of a consolation knowing he’d be eating through a straw for the next several months, much less keep that filthy mouth of his shut. The other two boys who ran had turned themselves in corroborating the story both Arty and Tim had relayed to the police officers.
Jason of course denied any wrongdoing, well as best as he could with a wired shut jaw, but the evidence was mounting quickly. In addition to the corroborating stories I also had a surveillance system outside the sliding door of my home leading out onto the garden that had a wide view of the entire courtyard. After getting on to the computer I handed over the files to Officer Orland.
The footage clearly showed the three older boys arriving on the deck with Arty being held in a menacing manner while being smacked around. It then showed how the boys overpowered Tim beating him up before Jason forcefully stripped an uncooperative Koko naked. It was difficult to watch everything unfold including my arrival along with the events occurring afterwards. Since Jason recently turned eighteen there was no doubt he would be charged as an adult.
Closing the door behind me I made my way into Koko’s room helping him out of the gown they had given my boy, now officially my son, at the hospital. Koko being my son for real now was still all so new. Even at the hospital when they had inquired to who his parents were I almost gave them the usual response that I was his legal guardian; instead, of his father.
He was barely awake and completely unresponsive when I pulled the covers over his small battered naked body. He was so beautiful yet very vulnerable at the moment as tears began to slide down my cheeks. Slowly Koko’s eyes closed as he succumbed to sleep, no longer able to hold them open as the combination of physical and emotional weariness overwhelmed him along with the mild sedatives.
Sitting by his bedside watching the smaller boy sleep I almost didn’t hear the light knocking on my front door. When I went to answer it I was surprised to see Officer Orland standing there holding something in his hands.
“Sorry to bother you Mr. Everharte…but…I…um…found this downstairs by the gate. Some of the documents had spilled out so I gathered them up. I hope you don’t mind…but I…um…noticed…,” he looked at me as he shook his head sadly. “I’m so sorry this happened on a day that should have been such a happy one for both you and Ko…I mean…your son.” He amended as he handed over the packet in his hands.
No longer able to hold it in any longer I simply broke down right in front of Officer Orland. The man held me in his arm for what seemed like a very long time allowing me to let it all out before gently taking me inside where I finally managed to compose myself. We sat there at the kitchen counter drinking coffee for the longest time before I came to my senses.
“Oh…crap look at the time. I’m so sorry about keeping you up so late. I’m sure your family is waiting for you at home.” I sighed apologetically as the man smiled at me.
“It’s not a problem Will…really. I called up my wife before coming over letting her know the situation. She understands and told me to be sure to let you know if you need any help with Koko to let her know. She’d be more than happy to help out with some of the special needs he might need a little later.” He smiled reassuringly at me making me frown questioningly.
“Special needs?” I inquired.
“Yes, my wife works as a counselor for assault victims. Her specialty is with children so she knows Koko may be in for a bit of a bumpy ride here in the future. This isn’t to say that he will have some big issues or anything. Everyone copes differently with this kind of traumatic event, but if you need some advice she will be more than willing to help out.” The man pointed out as he handed me her card.
It was a very nice gesture on their part. I told him so too, letting the man know that I most definitely will be calling on his wife for some advice. I was smart enough to understand that I most certainly could use some help with this issue. At the moment I was hoping for the best, but if needed I at least had other resources on hand to help me deal with any issues that might come from such a traumatic event.
Climbing into bed I slowly nodded off. It was a fitful kind of slumber, one in which I suddenly found myself wide awake in when I heard Koko screaming out in the middle of the night. I rushed into his room flipping on the light switch. The smaller boy was crying sitting straight up in bed his knees pulled against his chest and his eyes all glazed over as if in a haze. As I approached the unmistakable ammonia like smell of urine made me realize the poor little guy had wet the bed.
The boy heard me approach so turned his head towards me before gazing down between his legs. “I’m sorry daddy.” He whispered softly, momentarily coming out of his hazy fog like stupor making me wonder if the boy thought I was his biological dad.
With him kind of drugged up and in a state of shock I wasn’t sure just how cogent he was at the moment. “I…I don’t know what happened…but I…um…had a bad dream.” He finished off his eyes drooping closed as his head lolled forward while his body leaned sideways threatening to keel over.
Rushing to his side I lifted him out of the bed making my way into the bathroom. His head rolled around on my shoulder, the sedative his doctor had given him making it difficult for him to stay awake. As I entered the bathroom I felt something warm spread out along the front of my stomach before Koko began to shake, his tiny body wracked in sobs.
“I…I’m so sorry dad. I don’t know why this is happening. I feel kind of strange…I don’t like feeling this way.” Koko admitted to me as he moaned drowsily having just urinated all over me.
“Oh Koko…it’s alright…besides…I suppose all dad’s get peed on by their kids at some point in their life. Most boys do that to their dad’s when they are just little babies. I had to wait for a while longer is all.” I told him affectionately trying to make light of the situation which seemed to work because he giggled for a moment.
“That’s funny.” He admitted as he sighed holding on to me even closer as I hugged him back.
“Yeah…I suppose. Besides…I guess we both needed a bath today anyway.” I chuckled as I got the water started in the bathtub.
We both settled inside the warm water as he leaned back up against me leaving his eyes closed while he drowsed. Slowly I washed away the urine from his body making sure to wash his little hard penis and boy pouch in the process. I could feel Koko begin to quiver in my arms as I soaped up his stiff erection. In his current state I knew he probably didn’t have much control over himself so tried to complete the task as quickly as possible without him climaxing.
It was kind of difficult to see what I was doing because of him sitting in front of me hardly able to move around to help out, but I somehow managed. Rinsing off the soap from his foreskin I now pulled back the membrane over his bullet shaped knob making sure to run clean water over it the way he had showed me to be sure he was clean under the hood along with washing away any remaining sticky urine from his accident in bed.
Sighing in relief that he hadn’t blown his cork so to speak, I finished rinsing us off before I slipped out being sure to lean him back against the edge of the tub so I could dry myself with one of the towels. Next I pulled the plug on the tub to allow the warm water to escape before easing him out of the tub. He protested when I made him stand up, but he placed his hands on my shoulders for support when I kneeled down in front of him so I could begin toweling him off. Since I hadn’t been able to take a closer look at his exposed knob earlier to make sure he was completely clean of any smegma or grime I took the opportunity to do that now as well since I had him here.
He was still hard, which really wasn’t a surprise to me anymore as I slowly pulled back his foreskin to take a closer look at the head of his penis. His glans had a healthy bright pink purplish look to it without the telltale signs of irritation indicating to me it was well cared for by the younger boy. I heard Koko sighing as I reached out to slip his foreskin back into place. He was beginning to breathe heavily once more indicating he was getting excited about the contact.
It really wasn’t his fault; especially, with the medication making it difficult for him to control himself. It was bad enough with him being highly sensitive, and a boy who was simply horny all the time, without the added crutch of not being in complete control of himself due to the medication.
So it really shouldn’t have surprised me that when my fingers touched his sensitive tube to slip his foreskin back into place his body all of a sudden seized up as he climaxed. However, it did surprise me because I was being extremely careful just so this wouldn’t occur. I kind of felt bad about how this came about yet also completely mesmerized as I watched his two small hazelnut sized testicles squirming around in his soft satchel before suddenly contracting upwards. Even his penis seemed to jolt backwards in a spastic contraction similar to a canon recoiling after firing off a round.
What happened next stunned me even more when I felt something moist striking the upper part of my lips. The smell and taste of sweet salty slick wetness was familiar to me as my tongue instinctively wipes over the substance removing it from my upper lips. It was another reminder that Koko was now at the beginning stages of his journey towards manhood as he releases the nectar of life for his very first time. Something else I now felt bad about since I thought he should have experienced this event with someone closer to his age like Arty. It felt like I had robbed Koko of another special moment in his life.
“Uuuuumph, umph, umph, uh, oooh, uuumph,” he squealed as his fingers clamped down on my shoulders during the height of his orgasm before his legs collapsed beneath him forcing me to hang on to the poor boy.
“Oh shit…that was…um…way cool,” the boy seemed to search out the appropriate words probably not realizing he had cussed before he collapsed completely exhausted.
I held him in my arms while he slowly recuperated his head lolling around on my shoulders. “I’m so sorry about that Koko.” I whispered to him, but he was fast asleep in my arms by this time.
Sighing I picked him up carrying the boy to my bed tucking him in before making my way back into his room so I could strip his bed replacing it with new linen. Looking around the room with his soiled sheets in my arms I had to smile despite the recent difficult events at the transformation it had undergone over the last several weeks. The boy had made the room his own. It looked like a typical boy’s room now with toys, clothes, and other age appropriate items spread around haphazardly. For the most part it was tidily kept, but it was messy enough with the distinctiveness of a tangy aroma to indicate a boy inhabited this room. It was like a mixture of dirt, sweat, and freshly baked chocolate chip cookies.
After shoving the damp sheets into the washer I set it to soak before slipping into bed next to Koko’s slumbering form. The boy wakes up briefly cuddling up next to me shuddering as his hard erection presses up against my body. I breathe in his scent while wrapping my arms around his warm body.
“Are you ready for your own bed now? I changed the sheets for you.” I whisper softly feeling him shudder in my arms as a small whimper of fright escapes his lips.
“Are you alright?” I ask him as he seems to once more withdraw into his protective shell curling up and sticking his thumb into his mouth.
“It’s alright sweetie, you can stay with me.” I sigh holding him to me protectively.
Several days have now gone by as I reflect on my life up to this point before gazing at the sleeping boy in my bed. It worries me how Koko seems to slip in and out of his defensive armor. He’s still very fragile, but at times he climbs out briefly entering the realm of reality before once more retreating into his protective bubble. I tried telling him about the adoption being official several times now along with other important matters such as his pending birthday, but to be honest I’m not sure if he even hears me. I even tried to talk to him about his unexpected orgasm after his bath letting him know that he finally ejaculated for the first time hoping this wonderful news he had been looking forward to for so long would break him out of this languid hold over him. Nothing seemed to work with me not even knowing if he understood anything I was telling him.
Both Tim and Arty have been coming over to visit every day trying to coax the boy out of his lethargic state. Earlier today I had even taken him to one of the parks in the area that was like a garden oasis, just the two of us, hoping that getting him back out into the open air around other people would snap him out of it. He responded to me in simple ways as we wandered around the park, but he still refused to come back completely to the land of the living.
The only spark I saw in him at the park was the chaotic incident at one of the bathroom facilities. We were simply walking by when all of a sudden we heard an awful commotion going on inside like some sort of struggle with what sounded like a kid in trouble. There were screams of pain along with shouts for help. When I was about to investigate Koko seemed to freeze up hanging on to me like his life depended on it. I suppose I should have known better considering what he had just gone through, but still I couldn’t simply stand by without helping out an innocent kid if he was in some kind of trouble. I was torn with indecision when the area was suddenly surrounded by a swarm of uniformed police officers.
It was some sort of raid to gather up homeless kids who were using the area to sell their bodies. The police heard the shout for help immediately rushing inside the bathroom facilities. There most definitely was a lot of shouting and fighting taking place before we saw a large man dressed in fine clothing being hauled out in handcuffs followed shortly afterwards by a boy who was all bloodied up being carried in another police officer’s arms. Both Koko and I gasped at the same time, and before I could inquire about anything the police forcibly removed everyone from the area. With Koko now crying in my arms once more completely broken down I couldn’t do anything except bring him back home with me. Just when I thought we were heading in the right direction another crappy hand seemed to be dealt my little boy that he had to try muddling through.
Sighing at the slumbering boy in my bed I shake my head as I gaze over the beginning passages I’ve written over the last several days, and just recently edited some of the more important passages with it now reading as follows:
It is strange how life kind of catches up to you and comes full circle, but it seems like this is exactly what has happened to me. Some people run from their past, others face it head on, while with others it just sort of slips by them, but in the end life has a way of bringing the past and the present back together.
Now as I sit here putting pen to paper so to speak my mind often wanders to the innocent times of days gone by while my past comes to grips with the turbulence of recent events. Glancing over to my bed the central core reasoning for this is lying fast asleep with most of the covers tossed over to the side, and just a small corner covering up his central nakedness. It’s a bit stuffy in the room, and my heart melts as I take in the sweet countenance of my boy…my son…while he slumbers in my bed. I take a moment now, and make my way over to him looking down at the magnificent beauty of my sweet little angel. My heart aches while at the same time flutters with joy, a strange feeling indeed, but then again that’s just how life sort of seemed fit to treat me as of late.
Sitting next to the slight slumbering form I reach over brushing some of the hair out of my sweetness’ face. It’s a term of endearment he seems to tolerate even though he’s never said anything to me about it, but only because I use it when we are alone. At eleven years old, almost twelve, he’s already getting touchy about such displays of affection when others are around, but thank goodness he doesn’t mind so much when we are together in private. To be honest I think he kind of enjoys the affectionate displays like this, but as seems to be typical of most boys as they grow up they sort of can’t admit it; especially, not around their friends.
He stirs for a moment and seems to moan in his sleep as I gently stroke his cheeks comfortingly whispering softly that all is well. He settles back down, his face and body seems to relax once more as my fingers wander lightly over his chest and stomach. He’s always enjoyed this little display of affection as well; especially, when I tuck him in at night, and it immediately sooths him back into a deep peaceful slumber. Goosebumps form on his buttery smooth brown skin from my light tender loving contact. After caressing him for a few moments longer I finally get back up grabbing the end of the blanket. With a flourishing snap of the wrist the lightweight material floats upwards briefly in the air before it begins to settle down on the sleeping form of my little eleven year old son.
The nakedness of my slumbering sweet boy is briefly exposed to me as my eyes gaze upon his beauty in the way it was truly meant to be seen. Why is it that at around this age a boy’s body seems to be at the peek of perfection, just like those Greek statues of a bygone era? His soft petite and sleek one inch penis sticks upwards in the air, basically nothing but the shape of his knob really showing beneath his uncut foreskin since it is so small. To be honest at one inch his glans was the prominent feature that showed up in his softened state along with the tightly closed nub end of his foreskin. Even when he got an erection it only topped out at about one and a half inches long, thin as a nail and just as hard, with the outline of his small sleek knob still being the most prominent feature. My eyes quickly shift to just below his smooth nail shaped spike settling on his fleshy soft brown colored small boy pouch that hangs loosely between his two sleek but very strong legs. The lean slender limbs belie the hidden strength and muscles in his thighs and calves from hours on end of practice he puts in every day in the sport of his choice, gymnastics. As the blanket settles over his body hiding his nakedness it still amazes me how beautiful he was. Now as a father I guess I have to say those sorts of things, he even accused me as much, but to be honest he really is a very attractive looking boy. I mean of course he is kind of small and all between his legs, but for some reason it just seems to fit him adding to his charm.
Even though he is on the small side of things he never really was shy about his nudity. Friends and family have seen him running around completely naked, and he doesn’t seem to be bothered by the fact he is probably smaller between his legs than most other boys his age. To be honest at only eleven years old his size really didn’t mean all that much at the moment. Who knows how puberty will affect him, I kind of knew how it would from personal past experience of knowing his biological father at that age, but he’s had loving people in his life who have sort of guided him along the way concerning his nudity and size. He was well adjusted because of that, and from what I can tell his size never seemed to have been an issue.
Lately he’s been battling demons in his sleep so has taken up to sleeping in bed with me. The last couple of days he had been waking up drenched in perspiration and urine in his own bed. It was almost as if his bladder just seemed to revert back to his younger days as a toddler emptying out in the middle of the night. This seemed to horrify him more than the bad dreams so without saying anything to one another we sort of came to the mutual agreement that he would sack out with me for a while. I knew this was only a temporary situation, and that as the days pass he would once more be himself.
As I sit back down at my computer desk I try to gather together my thoughts as they seem to wander between the past, present, and everything in-between. I’ve been blessed in many ways over the years, and over time there have been many people, but especially boys in my life, who have influenced and contributed to this happiness. It is part of the reason why I am sitting down to write down my thoughts. I can’t help myself as my gaze seems to shift once more over to my recent introduction of pride and joy in this life, and I realize that without all those people in my life at one point or another I wouldn’t be so fortunate. I count my blessings every single day now as tears begin to trickle down my cheeks with the realization that my very reason for existence and being in this world these days is lying peacefully asleep only a mere few feet away.
Who would have thought as I grew into adulthood that my life back then had just been simply slipping away? I had graduated with my Master’s Degree from Notre Dame when I was only twenty one years old being fortunate enough to having it done through a football scholarship. I had already been a year ahead in school when I began my studies so when the time came I had fast tracked my college education as well working putting in long hours to get it out of the way despite my grueling schedule with football.
Then I began working straight out of college for a firm that dealt in business law. I was very good at my job, and it had consumed my every waking hour and then some. I was young with plenty of energy and stamina to put into my work, and it had been paying off big time. Because of this drive and determination I became a junior partner in the firm after working there for only a few years. Then through some fortunate circumstances I had recently been elevated as a senior partner. I was only thirty two years old now, but I had managed to bring in most of the largest accounts that were the backbone of success and growth for our firm. I had a fantastic boss, Matt Middleton, who had mentored me from the very beginning. He had also made sure to partner me with the best management assistant, a fancy way of saying secretary, anyone could ask for, and Mary sure proved invaluable over the years. Now, as my status was elevated so too had hers due to the sort of symbiotic working relationship between the two of us. Yet, still without realizing it back then I was truly missing something important and special in my life.
Being gay didn’t seem to help matters any either in the social aspect of things for me in my life. I knew that someday I wanted a family, but I just wasn’t one of those people who were into the whole social scene with dating and all so had put things off while I focused on my work. I had accepted this part of my life long ago, both being gay and not socially outgoing with dating. The fact that I was gay didn’t in itself create problems for me in my life because to be honest I just didn’t make a big deal out of it. I wasn’t one of those people who felt the need for having to “come out” publicly about my sexual preference, nor did I feel the need to hide from it either.
Just like heterosexual people, I kept my private life just that, private. It was no ones business who I was or was not having sex with. You don’t see heterosexual guys feeling the need to discuss their sexual interludes with women, well, that is to say mature guys who are confident with who they are and where they are going in life. So why do some gay people feel as if they somehow are missing out on the ability to be open to others about their sexual relationships with men. For me, I’ve always felt that the sexual interaction between two people were a private matter, so it just baffles me why these gay activist groups feel the need to be so out there about it.
Don’t get me wrong, as a gay person I understand the whole political aspect of it all for homosexuals, but to be honest I feel that sometimes things just go too far in that realm of activity. In a person’s every day life there is no reason to bring ones orientation into play. It is no one’s business, plain and simple.
My mind seems to be wandering and rambling here again as I am getting off topic. I have a feeling this is going to be an issue as I try to put things to pen and paper. These days my thoughts seem to wander and grasp on to my past. As I write, one chapter will focuses on my past and present, the next one our present time, and the third my past before coming full circle to begin the process anew until the very end here where things shift once more.
In a way it is an attempt to incorporate pivotal moments in my youthful life to that of the present situation along with some of my life span in-between from the past to the present. It appears to have begun happening more often once my life and focus started to shift. During certain fundamental moments of the more current events in my life the memories of my childhood just sort of seem to insert themselves into the moment. To be honest I had a wonderful and blessed childhood growing up, and perhaps it is the happiness of this that gives me hope of the future contentment and joy of my own son’s life.
Now as I take a deep breath I settle my mind to a time seemingly not all that long ago in the grand scheme of things. It is as good a place as any I suppose to begin our journey. It isn’t at the beginning or at the end, but somewhere sort of in-between. I suppose if I think on it hard enough this truly is closer towards the end of this current journey, but then again in life there truly isn’t an ending per se, just a crossing in the road forcing us to choose and forge a new direction in life once more. After all, life goes on in one shape or fashion, even after we are gone, so I guess there truly isn’t an ending. Yet, for our purposes let us just say that the story begins at a stage in time where life seems to be simply passing me by, and I’m immersed up to my neck in the murky waters of my job.
“Wow, a pretty good introduction.” I whisper softly to myself amazed at my own ability to write in this fashion.
Sitting back in my chair I admire my opening introduction into the pages upon pages of work I’ve written so far in this story bringing me up to the moment. Of course I’m not through yet, but I suppose I’m close.
“Dad,” I hear a familiar soft whisper as I now look over towards my bed noticing some movement. “Can we cuddle a little,” the soft voice of my son seems to plead with me.
Looking up I turn off my computer so I can be with my sweet angel. This will take me several more days to edit and put together, but for now I think I will snuggle up to my little boy until he falls asleep. After all he asked for me, and I have a feeling there won’t be too many more years ahead of us where I will be able to snuggle up with him until he falls asleep.
Sliding next to Koko I reach out to stroke his cheeks affectionately with the back of my fingers as he closes his eyes sighing. “Hey my little sweetness how are you doing tonight?” I ask him not really expecting an answer.
“Daddy, why do you call me that?” Koko asks so softly I almost have to strain to hear him as he looks into my eyes holding my gaze firmly making me wonder if he really knows it’s me and not his biological father.
“Is it really you Koko…I mean…do you know it’s me?” I ask him not really expecting a satisfactory answer from him.
I watch him as he furls his eyebrows, his expression changing around on his features as if he’s trying to work something out in his thoughts. “Oh…you mean because of me calling you daddy. Yeah…it’s me dad. I…um…just don’t want there to be a difference anymore. Not after…you know?” He replies as he looks away his eyes briefly watering up before he shakes them away to once more look at me expectantly.
“What?” I ask him at a loss for words with what he seemed to be suggesting.
It was as if the incident, even as horrible as it was, had brought us even closer together somehow truly unifying us as father and son. In the moment of his greatest need he had witnessed me stepping in to protect him regardless of the overwhelming odds against me. He had felt my loving caring presence throughout his ordeal as I tended to his needs while he agonized through his tormenting nightmares. He felt only loving, caring, kindness when I cleaned him up after he wet the bed making no prejudgments about the event. In essence he had silently witnessed how I had taken care of him as if he were my very own flesh and blood child.
“Sweetness…why do you call me that?” He asks once more bringing me out of my musings as I realize his question was one he’d have back before the incident with Jason.
My lips curl upwards forming into a warm tender smile as it dawns on me that my boy had finally come back to me for good “Oh that…well…it’s what I called your dad sometimes…you know…when we were together alone.” I answer him as he scrunches up his eyebrows in thought indicating he knew there was more to it.
Sighing I shrugged my shoulders allowing my fingers to explore his face as they run along his lips before I give his nose a quick pinch eliciting a giggle from both of us. “You are your father’s son Koko. Just like him your kiss tastes sweet like hot cocoa.” I tell him as I brush my lips up against his briefly for emphasis. “Mmmm…tasty,” I chuckle as he giggles shaking his head but unable to resist running his tongue over his lips trying to get a taste for himself.
Koko reaches out taking his turn at running a finger over my damp mouth studying my face intently as I continued. “Even your…um…squirts are sweet.” I giggled a bit embarrassed now about telling him how when he ejaculates it tastes sweet while he simply furls his eyebrows in thought a bit confused.
“Oh…you mean daddy not me. I mean my kisses are sweet just like daddy’s had been, and when he used to…uh…with you…the two of you…together…um…you know in that way.” He stuttered making it my turn to smile at how difficult it was for him to finally talk about how his dad and I were intimate together.
Taking in a deep breath Koko exhales allowing himself to settle down before simply blurting it out. “You mean when daddy squirted inside your mouth it tasted sweet too?” He added thinking he was correcting my little slip, and also a bit baffled why it had been a bit difficult simply admitting his dad and I had sexually intimate moments together considering how open our sexual conversations had been, not to mention those with his own father.
“No…um…yes. Shit…um…yes your daddy’s squirts were sweet Koko…but so are yours when you squirt. I…um…Koko remember the other night after you wet the bed and I gave you a bath?” I asked him pausing for a bit as he tried to assimilate what I was saying nodding his head absentmindedly while his eyes danced around playfully.
“You know when I accidentally made you…um…orgasm? Well, you…um…squirted for the first time, and it sort of hit me in the face. I…um…shit Koko. It all happened so fast, but to be honest it tasted just like your father the first time he…uh…squirted. I’m so sorry that happened to you…I mean not sorry it happened…you know…just that it happened with me instead of someone special like Arty or another boy closer to your own age.” I managed to stumble through it almost afraid I was hitting him with too much information so soon after he seems to have finally climbed out of his protective shell.
“Oh…wow…yeah I remember now. I mean…I thought it had felt more intense.” He stated pausing for a moment to let the information and memory of it sink in. “I’m not sorry it happened though…maybe even sort of glad that it did happen with you. It sort of makes it even more amazing in a way. I mean…you know…because of daddy and you.” He smiles giddily at the happy news as I gazed into his eyes seeing them dance around as he continued.
“You said it should have been with someone special…but don’t you get it daddy? You are the ‘special’ one.” He simply stated amazing me at how someone so young can grasp such complicated issues in such an adult like way as he reaches over giving me a warm hug with his erection rubbing up against me.
Laughing I simply shake my head. “Damn…for real Koko it’s like you’re a walking, breathing, eating, sleeping hard-on. Doesn’t that thing ever go down?” I tease him as we both chuckled. “Koko, there’s something else.” I sigh reaching over to my end table handing him the large manila envelope feeling it was time we finally catch up on some things.
The smaller boy looked at me for a moment before opening the flap pulling out the certificate that was inside. I watch his face light up as he reads it. He was smiling joyfully when he flung his arms around me.
“It’s official then…for real dad? I mean forever and ever?” He asked me scarcely believing it.
“Yes, it is for real. I wanted so badly to celebrate this moment together…but…,” I began as he placed his finger over my lips stopping me from continuing my thoughts.
“No…I don’t want to talk about that…um…other thing. Well…at least not right now…is that alright?” He asked pleadingly as I nodded my head.
“Yeah…sure…I agree.” I sighed as we cuddled up together again with him once more shoving his little hard nail into my side making both of us giggle like two little silly girls.
We settled down allowing the silence to surround us while we simply enjoyed one another’s closeness. Koko’s familiar scent almost lulled me to sleep as I gently stroked his naked back feeling him rocking his hips into my side. Normally I would stop him, but this didn’t seem to be something sexual in nature for him so I simply allowed him to rock gently in my arms.
“Koko?” I begrudgingly broke the silence as he gazed up into my eyes.
“Yeah dad.” He sighed making us both chuckle at the turn of events where it was me now getting ready to ask a question.
“The weekend is coming up…you know…um…your birthday. I wasn’t sure what you wanted to do, but because of…um…everything…you know…I thought maybe just inviting over a few people for a small party. You know…maybe Arty, Tim, and a few others you’d want.” I offered up as he smiled nodding his head thinking about it for a moment.
“Yeah…sounds cool.” He offered up.
“Um…Koko?” I asked again getting a knowing look and smile out of him in regards to the whole role reversal with the question and answer session we were having.
“Yes daaaaaad?” He chuckled teasingly before it turned into yelps of all out tittering playfulness of our writhing bodies as he tried to stave off my bouts of kissing him all over his face.
After we both separated smiling at each other catching out breath I continued. “What would you like for your birthday gift? I want it to be something special since it is our first one together.” I offered up to him knowing there were several things I could get him he would be thrilled about, but I truly wanted it to be special for him.
The smaller boy seemed a bit shocked at first when he realized the seriousness of my request. He’s never really been asked point blank what he truly wanted. His dad had always gotten him everything he really needed and then some, so he never felt deprived, but he too felt somehow this year was special. I watched his face as the emotions seemed to wash over his features for the longest time until he finally gazed at me with such a sad longing look.
“Please bring him home dad…for me. It’s the only thing I want or will ever ask.” He pleaded hesitantly.
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End of Chapter Fifteen
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“Most plagiarists, like the drone, have neither taste to select, industry to acquire, nor skill to improve, but impudently pilfer the honey ready prepared, from the hive.”
- Walter Colton
“Borrowed thoughts, like borrowed money, only show the poverty of the borrower.”
- Lady Marguerite Blessington, Countess of Blessington
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The varsity coach stood there speechless completely stunned as the junior varsity coach stood up immediately accepting the promotion. I had been in contact with the junior varsity coach since the beginning when the issue arose concerning Jason. The man had tried to help convince the varsity coach the prudence of reigning in some of the older boys in the way they behave towards other students at the school. I liked this other coach so was glad the principal took prompt action the way he did. This would help us put in place what was needed to help some of the more rough edges of the programs.
With the major problem removed we moved forward with our meeting having effectively dismissed the offensive man from our midst. When I glanced over towards where the old coach had been sitting I noticed his seat had been vacated. I looked over towards the back of the auditorium just in time to observe a slumped defeated old crotchety fool departing the facility. The man had brought this on himself, but I was still a little sad because I knew he had a lot to gain by attending some of these sessions from these outside programs I was planning on implementing. Sighing, I simply shook my head sadly before focusing on the more pressing matters with those who mattered even more at the moment.
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It was still early in the morning when a slight slapping noise brought me out of my sleep. Opening up my eyes a crack I watched the small naked buttery toned boy approaching my bed his small feet slapping against the hardwood floor. Koko was simply so adorably cute with his little boy bits jiggling around between his strong wiry legs as he climbed up into my bed scooting under the covers so he could snuggle up against the warmth of my body. He’s been doing this more often lately first thing in the morning. He’d wake up, go to the bathroom, and then climb into bed with me so we could snuggle up together.
Yesterday after a very successful meeting with the local high school I had picked up the boys dropping off Tim before taking out Koko to a local restaurant that I liked and he hadn’t been to yet. It was a German restaurant which overjoyed the smaller boy who spotted many familiar items. He ordered the Schnitzel, which is breaded fried veal, while I ordered the Schweinshax’n, a farm fresh pork hock prepared Bavarian style on a rotisserie. My dish also came with Bavarian potato salad, Winekraut (sauerkraut soaked in wine) and Rotkraut (red cabbage). When I asked him afterwards what he thought about it he had to admit the restaurant served very authentic dishes. He loved his Schnitzel, which literally melted in the mouth and was served with potatoes and sauerkraut. Most people cringed at sauerkraut, but to be honest many Americans are only familiar with the canned kind instead of the real kind served throughout Europe. It never ceased to amaze me how America could truly butcher foreign meals. The kind of sauerkraut you get in Europe is completely different from here in the states with people not understanding how to prepare it properly with meals.
“Morning dad,” the smaller boy whispered giving me a quick kiss before cuddling up against my body.
“Morning stud muffin,” I chuckled teasingly with him giggling as well knowing full well what I was getting at.
“What…I can’t help it.” He continued to giggle. “It just happens you know. I can’t help it if I get hard sometimes when we cuddle up together. The same thing used to happen when I was with daddy too.” He sniffled mockingly making me look down at his soft features as he tried to pout while giving me that puppy dog eyes look.
“Like that is really going to help. Besides, you know it really doesn’t bother me all that much, just that I think it makes you even more adorably cute.” I teased as I rolled on top of his small body and began tickling him while at the same time kissing him all over his cute little face and neck.
The smaller boy laughed uncontrollably as he squirmed around his arms and legs flailing about. He didn’t stand a chance, not because I was way bigger than him, but simply because I knew all of his ticklish spots. We rolled around for several moments before I finally released him with both of us lying on our backs panting for air not in the least bit concerned that we were both in bed naked.
Rolling on to my side propping myself up on my left elbow I exhaled softly as I gazed down at the sheer beauty of my little naked eleven year old boy. He was still lying on his back, eyes closed, his two hands folded behind his head propping it up a little with his bent elbows pointing outwards on either side. His left leg was folded under his right knee, which was also slightly bent outwards, effectively displaying his crotch in a casual and open way. His hard little penis pointed straight as an arrow at a slight angle away from his smooth but tanned pubic mound as it slowly rose and fell when blood pulsed through all the tiny veins. His pinkish brown colored foreskin covered the entire length of his shaft closing off tightly at the tip end about a half an inch past his knob. Despite its small size there was something sexy about it as my eyes drifted to the small loose boy pouch, equally as small considering the boy’s age, with two tiny hazelnut sized testicles weighing it down. Yes, my boy was small on all accounts, but that didn’t distract from his sheer magnificent exquisiteness.
Reaching out I brushed some stray hairs from his forehead before allowing my fingers to run along his chest and stomach. His smooth skin twitched at my light touch as it stretched over his rippling muscles. It’s been less than a week since he’s been going to the gym, but his body was already beginning to transform back into his fit physique common in many who take up gymnastics. He already had a nice muscular physique when I had first brought him home with me, but now with the boy back into a physical daily routing his muscles once more began to show prominently on his slight frame. He had that powerful upper body with bulging muscles which was beginning to form that six pack along his abs. It wasn’t a real six pack per se because most kids simply don’t get them, but the form of it was most definitely visible giving us a glimpse of what he will look like in a few years.
His arms, shoulder, chest, and legs all began to display that hidden strength just below the surface. Koko was a very slight petite boy, which when dressed you’d never even think or notice the powerful torso just beneath the fabric of his clothing. People lately seemed surprised when he took off his shirt running around in his shorts. It was then that his powerful body seemed to reveal itself. At his gymnastics he was a small little bundle that packed a powerful burst of energy, speed, and agility. He simply wore out competitors along the way leaving them behind as he powered his way through all the routines with his strength and agility.
“You’re so beautiful.” I whispered admiring his sleek yet powerful golden brown tanned body. Even his midriff didn’t have much of a tan line anymore, and I had to admit that his body having that golden glow from head to toe seemed to suit him.
“Really?” Koko asked while giggling knowing very well I thought so, but seemingly enjoying the exchange as it now had sort of become a game between the two of us.
“Yes really, and you know I think you’re beautiful not to mention you know it too.” I chuckled as my hands continued to explore his body my finger running a circle around the beauty mark along his inner thigh.
“Yeah right…you’re my dad so you have to say things like that,” he sighed as his body quivered with the closeness of my hands to his naked boyhood.
“Well maybe, but in your case I don’t have to lie. Besides, Arty sure thinks the same thing, not to mention Tim and even Justin’s made a comment or two. Then there are these girls…,” I began teasingly when he opened his eyes looking at me and scowling.
“What…I can’t help it if you are starting to turn on some of the girls too. I mean…it can’t always be about boys you know?” I chuckled teasingly as the corners of his lips twitched upwards into a cute little smile.
“Mmmm, I love it when you do that to me,” He sighed indicating the simple act of me touching him in such a tender gentle way.
“Maybe we can hop in the bath and you can…you know.” He giggled wishfully as I reached between his legs cupping his small little boy bag before taking his little one and a half inch erection in my thumb and finger peeling his foreskin over his knob.
Koko watched me intently the entire time as I released his soft warm fleshy satchel from my hand before picking up his extremely hard scorching hot erection sliding his tight skin downwards. The heat and hardness of his penis always amazed me. The small boy’s breathing became shallow and his eyes burned with intensity as he watched the skin on his half inch piece of tight foreskin stretch over the small bulbous glans before exposing his little purplish pink slicked up nozzle to the elements for a few seconds before I released him allowing his foreskin to slip back into place. “Hmmm, looks like you’ve been doing a good enough job on your own with keeping it all cleaned up.” I rebutted his request shaking my head at him.
“Yeah, but I like it better when you do it.” He protested.
“Of course you do because it always feels better when someone else touches you down there.” I pointed out in a straight matter of fact kind of way getting a chuckle out of both of us.
“But Koko…for real…we need to start being more careful. You’re getting older…and well I don’t want things to get out of control between the two of us. I’m sure your dad would be starting to feel the same way about it by now too.” I exhaled heavily emphasizing my point while the smaller boy simply cuddled up closer to me without protesting my point.
After a few moments of silence he spoke up again. “Still…,” he began with what I was recognizing as his cute little innocent method of trying to wheedle into getting his way.
“Uh-uh…no way buddy.” I chuckled giving him a good firm smack on his naked butt cheeks getting more a yelp of surprise out of him than it actually doing any harm as we both began to laugh uncontrollably.
“You’re no fun anymore.” My little tease rebuked as he cuddled back up to me. “Dad?” He continued getting another rise out of me because there always seemed to be an endless supply of questions as he continued his relentless streams of question every single day.
“What now?” I chuckled as I leaned down kissing the tip of his cute little boyish nose as his eyes glinted a bit mischievously.
“Well…um…remember at the beginning of the week…I mean…you said something about…you know converting my room. Um…does that mean…uh…you know…that we are going to do some shopping?” He asked looking up at me noticing my wicked smile.
“Hmmm…I suppose we probably will have to at some point…but I had something else in mind first. Why don’t you go get cleaned up, and let’s get Arty and Tim over to help you out after we eat breakfast?” I told him coyly as I shoved him towards the edge of the bed unceremoniously catching him by surprise laughing when his body literally plopped onto the floor.
“Hey…,” he protested giggling as he stood back up noticing me pointing for him to go get cleaned up.
Sighing, he turned ambling towards the door knowing full well he wasn’t going to get any more information out of me until I was ready.
Just as he was about to leave my room I shouted out. “Oh…and for Pete’s sake don’t forget to at least pull on a pair of shorts or something. I know it’s only going to be Arty and Tim…but still.” I sighed shaking my head as I chuckled to myself while I continued.
“I don’t know who’s going to end up giving me an embolism first…you, Tim, or Arty. If you guys continue teasing me the way you are…you know…being all so doggone sexy and all, I’m bound to have a brain hemorrhage sooner or later…that is if it isn’t a heart attack that finishes me off.” I barked out at the retreating figure of Koko’s naked ass leaving the room as he purposefully wriggled it around teasingly making me roll my eyes.
The boy paused at the door turning around before sticking his tongue out at me, grabbing his still hard throbbing erection, and thrusting his hips towards me. “Oh please dad…don’t be so dramatic.” He huffed catching me by surprise at his comment and blatant exhibitionism before I began to laugh again.
“Hah…see what I mean. You’re one to tell me not to be so damn dramatic with stunts like that.” I pointed towards the hard erection Koko still held in his hands as he rewarded me once more by sticking his tongue out at me as he skinned himself for emphasis.
“Why you cheeky little bugger.” I yelled before throwing my pillow at him as it smacked him in the head knocking him on his butt his legs and arms flapping around just outside the doorway before he managed to pick himself up while I laughed my own ass off.
“Hey…no fair.” He protested in between giggles.
“Serves you right,” I huffed back at him laughing along before the pillow came screaming back into my room bouncing off my chest harmlessly falling on the mattress.
Both Tim and Arty showed up shortly after breakfast. Arty simply walked over from his house shirtless since it was getting hot outside wearing a pair of sandstone colored low rise cargo shorts that hung down low around his waist, but fit fairly well blending in nicely with his dark bronzed features. They had the typical pockets in front and back, along with the two flat pockets on the thighs towards the bottom by the seams of each leg that flapped around loosely a few inches above his knees.
Tim was the only one wearing a shirt along with his powdery blue colored Chino shorts which complimented his paler features. Of course the older teen had that mix of Caucasian and Mediterranean skin tone which would normally turn darker during the summer months, but he wasn’t out in the sun as much so his complexion, even though tanned, was a bit pale compared to his two little counterparts including Koko. Being Hispanic Arty would always have a darker bronze like complexion. From past experience I knew Tim’s skin tone would become pale during the winter months with rosy colored cheeks; especially, when he blushed. When he was little and I used to give him a bath even his butt cheeks would turn that pinkish rose color.
In addition to his powdery blue chino shorts that did very little to hide his teenage boy bulge he had also slipped on a pair of broad stripped Zoo York Graphic Tank Top with varying degrees of grays and powdery blue matching his shorts. He really looked sharp in his light summary warm weather wear. Seeing him in this outfit kind of turned me on as he glanced towards me with the corners of his mouth twitching upwards seemingly knowing what I was thinking.
Koko did manage to put something on as well in the form of shorts, but like Arty remained shirtless. As with most of the smaller boy’s clothes the yellow pair of Umbro Youth Rio Check shorts hung loosely around his waist barely concealing his small boy baubles. The shorts showed off his strong legs because the leggings on the old style pair of soccer shorts only came down to mid-thigh. They had an elastic waist band that didn’t do much to keep them in place on his thin sleek waist, and as usual Koko simply left the drawstring untied so the only thing holding them in place at the moment was his cute little butt, and the small bulge between his legs. The outfit looked about ready to fall around his ankles at any moment.
I had to admit the look was truly effective in making him even that much more sexy as they revealed a portion of his cute little pillowy like buttocks along with most of his bare pubic mound. Even though it was obvious the boy didn’t have much between his legs, seeing him hardly covered still made one yearn to see the scarcely hidden little bulge just beneath the flimsy material only a fraction of an inch below the drooping waistband. Sometimes the material would shift when he moved giving you to have a brief teasing like glimpse of his small flaccid tube and little soft fleshy satchel.
It wasn’t immediately obvious if the three boys intentionally wanted to sexually incite others, or if they were simply that unconcerned and naïve about how they affected people around them with their provocative outfits. To be honest I suppose it really didn’t matter because when all was said and done these boys were very different from one another, yet each one exuded such striking beauty in their own unique way.
“I thought we were going shopping Dad so what are we doing here?” Koko asked me as we stood outside one of the storage units just down the hall from my front door even though I had pretty much told him earlier that we weren’t going shopping.
Unlocking the door I opened up the ten foot by thirty foot unit. “One of the perks I added to the contract when I purchased part of this building was that I get to have my very own storage unit.” I stated as I pushed up the roll up garage style door revealing a large room that was partially filled with household items.
Turning towards Koko I watched the boy gawk as he tried to hold back the emotions currently threatening to overwhelm him as he used the back of his hand to wipe away the wetness on the corners of his eyes.
“When I was informed by social services over in Europe that they were planning on disposing of your dad’s property I took the liberty of paying to have it shipped over. I…um…hope you don’t mind Koko. I mean…I really wasn’t sure if you’d be ready for it or not. It came in the other day, but if you’d rather…uh…you know get some new stuff…then…we can….uuumph,” I gasped staggering in surprise when the small boy launched himself at me literally wrapping himself around me like a wet blanket his strong limbs squeezing the life out me.
“Oh dad…thanks so much.” Koko began to cry once more catching me by surprise as I froze for a split second with indecision before allowing my arms to pull him closer into my chest.
“I…I don’t know how I got so lucky with getting a second special kind of dad like you. I thought I’d never see my daddy’s things or my stuff ever again. I mean I suppose most of the stuff doesn’t mean all that much, and I can do without them, but some things mean everything. I…um…I don’t know how to explain it…but for real dad thanks so much.” He whispered in my ear kissing my cheek as he held me tightly before I let him down so the three boys could start sifting through the stuff.
“Listen Koko bring your stuff inside from your old room, and we will put it in your new room. If there’s other stuff you also want that belonged to you or your dad bring those in too. Well find someplace to put them.” I told the boy ruffling his hair as he hugged me once more before wiping away the wetness of his tears with the back of his hand.
“I mean sure we don’t have room for everything, but we don’t need to get rid of them either. They’ll always be in here for you Koko. After all, these are your things so you can decide later what you want to do with them. For now though, feel free to bring some extra things into the house. I mean…after all it is your home now too. ” I offered up.
“Really…I mean you wouldn’t mind me bringing in some of our personal things?” He asked me his eyes brightening up.
“No I don’t mind Koko. If it is important to you then it’s important to me too.” I told him kneeling down in front of him so I was closer to his level.
“Things are different for me now Koko…I mean…for both of us. I know I can never replace your daddy, but I do want you to know that you are my life now…I mean…not just ‘in’ my life…but my life…you know…family. So yes…if it is important we will make it work somehow. Besides, when I add the second level above our rooms we will have extra space for more of your things…I promise.”
“Oh…alright…um…,” Koko looked over towards Tim and Arty who tried to remain inconspicuous not wanting to embarrass their little friend who was obviously having a poignant moment.
“I…uh…I do understand dad. I’m glad too…you know that we are family now...for real.” His voice became soft quivering a bit with emotion as he looked down at his feet. “But dad…um…you don’t have to spend any more money…not because of me. I mean…won’t it cost a lot of money to add more rooms? Besides, we don’t need the extra space for my daddy’s things.”
“Come here sweetie.” I sighed bringing him into my arms again holding him to me as he blushed looking towards his friends a bit embarrassed with my term of endearment and show of affection, but didn’t hesitate allowing me to hug him.
“Listen…I don’t ever want you to think that you are costing me money or ever worry about that sort of thing period. That is part of my job…your job is to be the bestest kid possible. I don’t mean being good and stuff; although, that would be nice too.” I chuckled teasingly letting what I was saying sink in a little before continuing.
“No, I mean…um…well…simply put…I want you to be a kid without the worries that belong to adults. I want you to be able to make mistakes along the way without being afraid that I won’t love you or that I’d send you away. All kids make mistakes…I mean I don’t want you to be bad or anything…but it will happen, and yes you will get in trouble or I might yell at you. That’s what being a part of a family is all about.” I grinned at him as I patted his cheek affectionately while he nodded, his cheeks turning crimson because of the serious discussion neither of us had expected.
It was important for me to get Koko to understand I wanted him to be happy like a normal kid without any big worries in his life. “You’re only a kid once, and my job is to be sure you can be just that…a boy with all the perks…or…grief.” I chuckled teasingly trying to keep this discussion a light one even if it is a bit serious.
“All of that goes along with being a typical boy who gets into all sorts of scrapes and messes, but doesn’t do it because he is bad or anything, rather simply because it is part of growing up. Besides, I think it is a good idea for you to have a little space of your own that’s a bit…um…more private. I’m almost afraid anymore to enter your room because every time I do it’s like stepping into something a bit…well…embarrassing for both of us.” I chuckled, hearing Arty and Tim sniggering at this comment while Koko laughed rolling his eyes in that typical “whatever,” kind of manner these kids have these days.
“Well…speak for yourself. It doesn’t bother me one bit if you walk in on me having a bit of fun.” He teased back giving me a hug.
“Yeah…well I’m sure that might change here in a year or two when you finally realize doing something like that is supposed to be private.” I laughed shaking my head as I ruffled his hair. “Anyway, enough of this seriousness. I’ll let you and your buddies get to it.” I smiled at him affectionately.
“You…um…you aren’t going to help?” He asked me.
“I’ll help if you need it, but I want you to be able to decide on your own how you are going to make up your room or what to bring into the house. I don’t want to influence you because I think it is important for you to be able to make ‘my’ house into ‘our’ house, alright? Besides, Arty and Tim are more than enough help. Anything heavy just give me a holler.”
Koko smiled nodding his head as he leaned in giving me another big hug while I ran my hand up and down his smooth warm skin. “Thanks dad…for everything.” He whispered in my ear.
The boys were busy for several hours taking a short break in the form of a quick dip in the pool to cool off. I had to laugh because the boys ended up stripping naked instead of putting on their bathing suits. By now all the boys had some clothes including a bathing suit at the house, but these days both Arty and Koko were simply comfortable with swimming naked. They even managed to convince Tim to strip out of his clothes so he could skinny dip with them. The teen was a bit more reserved about it than the other two, which I suppose was because he was getting to that stage in his age where he was getting more self conscious about such acts. It didn’t matter that he’s been intimate with the other two before, so at first he was a bit more reserved, but soon enough he was splashing around unconcerned at his state of undress.
Just as I was getting ready to call them in for lunch there was a knock on the door. Hesitating a moment I simply left the boys alone allowing them to have a bit more fun. Opening up the door I was surprised to find a young woman in her late twenties introducing herself as part of family services checking up on Koko in regards to the adoption proceedings.
“Hello…uh…Mr. Everharte?” The woman hesitated a moment checking the file in her hand to make sure she had the right name. “I’m Joan Riverside from family services to check up on Koko. Um…interesting location you have for a home.” She commented not totally convinced as I chuckled having the same reaction from others over the years.
“Oh…um…well yes of course. I wasn’t aware anyone was coming over today, or at least there wasn’t a message in this regard.” I commented as she nodded her head smiling condescendingly.
“Well we like to come unannounced in these situation so we can see for ourselves the normal living condition for the children we are responsible for. After all we just don’t give out kids to anyone; especially, single men.” She stated a bit smugly trying to enter as I arched my eyebrows blocking her entry.
“Of course I can understand that, but need I remind you Koko wasn’t placed in your care, but entrusted to me with explicit instructions and wishes from his biological father. You being here is more a formality than anything else.” I began still blocking her way not appreciating her tone in the least bit pausing a moment before continuing.
“This isn’t the usual case of abuse or other circumstances which require such behavior from your department. So in the future you will accord me the courtesy of a phone call so you do not disrupt our lives. We will accommodate you accordingly, but let me make something perfectly clear from the start, I’m not your typical so called candidate seeking approval from your department so stow away your attitude right now.” I paused letting my words and meaning sink in for a second or two as she once more tried to be the one in charge of this situation.
“Well that just will not do at all…how dare you interfere…” She began as I took a step forward forcing her to take a step back her eyes bulging outwards at my boldness.
“You will conduct yourself in an appropriate fashion. Your sole responsibility in this matter is reporting to the courts whether or not my home meets the minimum requirements as the law dictates in this state. Be advised as a senior partner in one of the largest legal firm in this state that I am very well aware of any legalities in this regard…so yes I do dare. As a matter of fact this meeting is over with right now.” I stated a bit forcefully.
“But…um…I…uh…,” Joan stuttered completely flabbergasted as she began to rifle through the file a bit perplexed at the turn of events while I once more cut her off.
“Your department will be receiving a call from me first thing on Monday morning asking for a different advocate to come in to do the evaluation. Be assured that your department had better get ‘their ducks in a row’ because I will be reporting any improprieties. If you decide to call the police to force your way into my home I can confidently let you know right now that I am perfectly capable of suing your department not to mention to see you fired from your position because you have overreached your bounds. Do I make myself perfectly clear?” I asked the stunned young woman who was used to being the one in control.
“Have a good day.” I announced as I shut the door on her.
Her attitude and assumptions had me stinking filthy mad as I made my way over towards the sliding door calling out to the boys to get dressed for lunch. As I thought about it this might have been a good thing in disguise because who knows how she would have reacted to the boys swimming butt naked in the pool. While the boys ate lunch I quickly told them about my confrontation assuring Koko that I had every right to react in the way I did. He didn’t seem too worried about it as I let the boys eat their lunch so they could get back to decorating Koko’s room.
Slipping into my room I made a few phone calls cashing in some of my favors so I could get the home phone number of the judge in charge of our adoption case. As luck would have it I actually knew Judge Harrington, so when I explained to him my confrontation, the man was quiet livid.
“Listen Will, how this went down was uncalled for, but in Joan’s defense these people are overworked with so very little time to make these kinds decisions on a daily basis. More than likely she never even looked over the file, simply assuming this was a normal run of the mill case for custody with some sort of questionable behavior involved.”
“Yes your honor, and that is how it appeared to me as well, but she did have an attitude about the entire situation so I wasn’t about to throw Koko to the wolves. I want to try limiting any more stress on the kid. Besides, she needed to learn that she can’t go around bullying people because she holds their lives in her hands. People like this tend to get a swelled head destroying other people’s lives in the process.” I stated hearing Judge Harrington grunt on the other end of the line.
“Yeah, you’re right about that, and it might be a good object lesson for Joan, so I think we will keep her on this case for now. I’m confident you will keep her in check. I’ll make a few phone calls so we can get this all straightened out. These adoptions tend to take time to get processed through as it is, but your case is fairly straight forward so I’m hoping to speed it along. I’ve already gone over your case file out of professional courtesy, and I don’t foresee any major issues since most everything was squared away legally by this boy’s father. We simply need some of these other formalities to take place before we can finalize everything.”
About an hour later I received a phone call from Miss Riverside apologizing for her rude behavior, and for not having read the case file ahead of time. She really did sound sorry about the entire situation, but confided in me that just the other day she had a kid land in the hospital due to one of her judgment calls. From her voice I could tell that decision still upset her.
She also apologized for the whole being a single man and her assumptions regarding that as well. We chatted for several minutes where I began to realize I had just caught her at a bad time. Evidently she was also trying to catch up on her case load because someone in her department suddenly decided to take an early retirement leaving everyone else to pick up the slack.
Thirty minutes later she was knocking on the door, and I let her in this time. The poor girl seemed a bit out of sorts obviously overworked, but she managed a smile with a proper introduction as we started over with a clear slate. I showed her around my home her eyes simply taking in everything as she gasped in complete surprise.
“Mr. Everharte…”
“Please just call me Will,” I interjected getting a nod from her.
“Alright…Will. To be honest I wasn’t expecting this. I mean how did you manage to find such a gem?” She asked very impressed with both the inside of the house, and the garden courtyard with pool and entertainment area.
“Well to be honest when I purchased this place it wasn’t like this. It was an oversized storage unit that just wasn’t feasible as a storage unit for most businesses. Of course it was a large space, but there just wasn’t easy access to it that made sense for businesses. So the building owners simply tried to sell it off for whatever profit they could get. When I looked at it I knew immediately the potential so purchased this property, and converted it into a home.” I explained to her.
“Wow, well everything looks great to make this into a home for Koko, but I am a bit concerned about the workout space you have set up. It could be dangerous for young boys like him; especially, since they don’t know how to utilize such things in a safe manner.” She pointed out.
“Yes normally I would agree, but Koko’s been training and competing in gymnastics most of his life. His father was a coach in Europe, so Koko utilizes the equipment for his own training, but only when there is adult supervision around.”
“Oh…well that makes sense then. I suppose the only thing left is for me to talk with him, and to see his room.” She pointed out.
While I was showing her around the boys had remained in the room oblivious to what was happening out here. Knocking on the door Koko opened it up as far as it would go. I stuck my head inside chuckling at the somewhat organized chaos, noticing the dramatic change taking place already inside the room. The boys cleared out a small pathway allowing us to enter inside. When Miss Riverside looked around at the mess before glancing towards me questioningly I explained to her that Koko’s things had just arrived from Europe a few days ago so he was moving them into his new room.
“Oh…hey dad?” Koko spoke up turning towards his dresser drawer picking something up while Miss Riverside arched her eyebrows upwards questioningly, but not commenting on the smaller boy’s reference towards me.
“Hey kiddo…what’s up?” I chuckled watching as the smaller boy turned back towards me holding something up in his hands.
“I found it…just like you said I would.” Koko announced showing me the pendant his father had given him.
It was the same exact design on the front and back sides making me smile at how so alike Koko’s father and I were even after all these years. We were so close at one time that many of our ideas always ran hand in hand. In a way it was comforting news to me that after all these years we still seemed to be connected in similar ways.
“That’s great…now you can wear both of them at the same time.” I commented as he shrugged his shoulders.
“Nah…I only need to wear one…and well…I love the one you gave me. Besides, I think it looks perfect right over here.” He stated smiling as he draped it over the frame holding the picture of him and his dad. “Don’t you?” He asked me as I smiled affectionately at him embracing the boy in my arms when he reached over towards me.
“Yeah…I think it’s perfect there. At least you know where it is, and you won’t lose it.” I smiled as he hugged me tightly while Miss Riverside watched us intently. “Oh…um boys…this is Miss Riverside from Children and Family Services. She’s checking everything out to make sure Koko’s new home is fit for a kid of his caliber.” I chuckled getting a friendly shove from my little tyke.
“Geeze get real dad. You make it sound like I’m some sort of royalty or something. I’d sleep on the floor if it means I can stay with you.” He stated seriously before shaking Miss Riverside’s hand allowing the other two boys to do the same as they introduced themselves while also apologizing to her for the mess in his room.
While she chatted with the boys they continued to put things away making the encounter more casual. I could tell she took an instant liking to Koko and the other two boys, even chuckling when he almost lost his shorts a time or two when he bent over or moved a bit too quick. As I looked around at the transformation happening inside the bedroom I had to smile because it was shaping up to be fairly typical of many eleven year old boys. There were some toys and other items scattered around on some of the shelves already while posters hung up on the walls. There were some superhero’s posters like Batman and Spiderman, even a Transformers one, all mixed in with some sports posters. There were a couple of soccer posters of athletes I didn’t know along with gymnasts, also unknown to me.
At one point Joan patted Koko’s bed indicating for him to take a seat so she could talk to him having his full attention. She asked him several serious questions, which didn’t seem to bother him all that much as he simply answered her with plenty of the typical kid types of rolling his eyes, shrugging of shoulders, and spreading out his arms in the ‘whatever’ response.
“Any questions Koko?” She finally asked as he shrugged his shoulders for the umpteenth time eliciting a chuckle from me.
“Um…yeah…how long before it is official for me to adopt dad?” He asked jerking his thumb my way making me laugh at how he viewed the situation while getting a raising of an eyebrow from Miss Riverside.
“Dad?” She inquired.
“Well…yeah…dad.” Koko responded gazing back at her as if this was the most natural thing while she tried to read his mind which seemed to exasperate the smaller boy as it became a stare down competition with her blinking first.
“I mean daddy wanted Mr. Will to be my dad, I want him to be my dad, and he wants to be my dad…so he’s dad. Just because we don’t have that paper yet saying he’s my dad doesn’t mean he isn’t. Geeze…everyone knows that it’s how we feel about it inside here,” he pointed to his chest, “and not a silly piece of paper that makes it true. Sure without that stupid paper it could be a hassle, but I will always know in here,” he pointed to his chest again before pointing toward me, “that he’s my dad.” He stated flatly with such conviction that no one could ever convince him otherwise.
“Anyway…are we done yet? I want to finish up my room today so I can go swimming with Tim and Arty. Did you see the pool? It’s way wicked and perfect in the summer heat around here. I never knew places could get this hot…I mean sure in Illinois it got hot too, but that was more of a sticky wet kind. It’s way hotter and dryer over her, but at least with the pool and all the shading around the garden area it’s a lot cooler.” Koko stated more than asked indicating he was all done with the questions.
Miss Riverside didn’t seem offended as she smiled at the boys leaving them to their task. “Damn, he’s just too adorably sweet.” She chuckled as we made our way into the kitchen.
“Yeah, but you have to be careful about it because he can wrap you around his finger in a heartbeat. There’s just something about him that tends to lull you to complacency.” I chuckled shaking my head as I paused to get both of us something cold to drink out of the fridge.
Handing her a cold bottle of water I continued. “He’s pretty good at it too; although, to be honest I don’t really think he realizes he’s doing it most times. It’s simply that he truly is a sweet innocent kid still for all practical purposes. He’s as smart as they come for a boy his age, but with a huge heart to boot. It’s like he sees things in a different way than most other kids his age. Maybe because of what he’s already had to go through in his young life. I really do love him, and he’s made some very close friends around here already.”
“Sounds like he’s adjusting then?” She asked.
“Yeah…I think so. There’s been some minor things, but nothing we haven’t been able to handle. If anything comes up where I need help I do have resources available through my firm I can count on.” I pointed out.
We sat at the counter talking for a while longer before she looked at the time saying she had to get going. She did comment that she didn’t foresee any problems, but would be calling to make one or two more appointments just to see how things were coming along while we all waited for the adoption process to go through its motions.
The days, weeks, and even months began to slip by as we settled into a normalcy state of affairs. The fourth of July came and went with many close family and friends attending the party at my home. Even my folks managed to make it over this year, and once they found out about Koko seemed very happy about the situation. It was like there was some sort of connection between them and Koko. Of course they had come to know Koko’s father very well when we lived in Illinois, so the situation didn’t seem awkward to them. Right from the get go they recognized the similarities between this version and the one from years past so it was easy for them to settle into a nurturing role.
Even my brother began to accept the turn of events, and seemed to be doing much better with things at home. He decided to do a lateral move at work, and was now home more often than not. His two daughters doted over Koko, who seemed to blush every time they were around because they constantly wanted to hug and kiss him to death. It was a very sweet scene seeing how the kids were getting along. Evidently the girls had been begging their parents for a little brother for years, and now they saw their opportunity with Koko.
Justin wasn’t able to make it which disappointed Koko, but I did talk to the boy’s father who apologized for not being able to come over. The man seemed distant and distracted to me, but I suppose it was natural considering how the family appeared to be in survival mode. That’s just how life is sometimes in families, which seem to be happening more and more these days in our country. Some have to struggle day in and day out just to remain afloat. It simply wasn’t so easy for most families these days.
Koko seemed to thrive in his new environment, but there were some days when he became melancholy as if reflecting back on his former life. Sadness would settle over him for a little while, and sometimes he would cry in the middle of the night. I knew it wasn’t him being sad at his new life, but rather him simply missing his real dad. These moments wouldn’t last very long, simply fading away as quickly as they appeared. Sometimes when he got sad late at night he’d crawl into bed with me cuddling up next to my warm body while I gently held him caressing him until he nodded to sleep before I tucked him back into his own bed.
At some point Koko had gotten into the habit of climbing into bed with me first thing in the morning for thirty or forty minutes before I had to get up for work. Sometimes we simply cuddle in one another arms quietly while at other times we spent that time chatting about the upcoming day’s events. After a while I’d get up out of bed so I could clean up and prepare breakfast while Koko continued to doze drowsily. Once breakfast was prepared the smaller boy would simply walk out into the kitchen plopping himself on the tall bar stool to eat breakfast with me. Most mornings he remained completely naked not in the least bit concerned about the state of his undress. Anymore this was his home now as well so he had settled into it completely.
We had already made an appearance in front of Judge Harrington for some of the formalities of the process soon after Joan’s first visit with us. The smaller boy had fidgeted around in his grey Calvin Klein Sharkskin Deco suit jacket with matching vest and pants, and shiny new black colored Sperry Top-Sider Colton leather shoes that I had purchased for him looking handsome as ever. This was the most I’ve seen him dressed up since he arrived, and I had to admit that he truly was very strikingly beautiful in the outfit. Even when I slipped his small feet into his shoes I paused for a moment as I held them in my warm hands. He giggled when I gave the bottom of his soles a quick tickle before allowing his gray colored footed sock to slip into the soft leather shoes.
Arty was over at the house before we left for court, and I could see the twelve year old glancing over at the smaller boy several times, blushing when Koko caught him sneaking glances over towards his way. From the look in the older boy’s eyes, not to mention the tenting in his shorts, I could tell how turned on he was by Koko being all dressed up in his gray three piece suit, white dress shirt, and slate colored etched grid zipper tie. I heard him whispering in Koko’s ear that he’d love nothing more at the moment than to take his time stripping the boy naked, which got a surprised squawk out of the younger boy before he blushed giggling at the silliness of the statement.
When I made the comment of how well Koko “cleaned up,” it managed to get a scowling look out of the younger boy with a smirk from Arty. The court appearance went very well, with the judge talking to all the appropriate parties involved before finally turning towards Koko asking him into his chambers so he could have a private conversation with how he felt about it.
The smaller boy was nervous, but later told me what had happened while he was with Judge Harrington in his chambers. He had answered all of the judge’s questions honestly letting the man know how his father had told him all about me saying this was where he belonged. Then after staying with me he came to love me just like his father knew he would. With me he felt at home. He also mentioned to me that the judge had asked him what name he’d like on the legal documents if the adoption were approved. He never told me what he decided, and I didn’t press him because to be honest it didn’t truly matter to me so long as we became a family.
Afterwards Judge Harrington promised to move things along as fast as possible. Basically what was holding things up were just the normal logistics of the process. All avenues had to be pursued regarding Koko’s relatives. Of course his biological mother was an orphan herself so Koko had no relatives on that side of the family with Germany sending over all the appropriate documentation to confirm this since they had to conduct a similar search as well when Koko’s mother was placed into foster care.
Koko’s father had also made sure all of this was taken care of with his side of the family through the legal firm he had hired. His relatives really were all distantly related never truly in contact with him during all these years, but the legal firm had contacted all of them to informing them of the situation along with Coco’s wishes regarding his son. They all ended up signing paperwork waiving any claims to the smaller boy unless I chose not to take on the responsibility, or if there were any other indications I didn’t qualify for the responsibility. The only person in doubt was Koko’s grandfather who had sort of dropped off the map not long after the incident years ago when Coco was a little boy.
Periodically, Joan would drop by to check up on Koko keeping us informed of the adoption proceedings. Her last visit created a bit of an uproar. After our first encounter things went really smooth with us all, so I hadn’t hesitated in inviting her inside. When she inquired about Koko I stuck my head in his room, but he wasn’t there so we began to look around for him. I should have known he’d probably be in the pool, but I simply didn’t think anything of it as we opened up the sliding door out on to the garden patio. We caught poor Koko climbing out of the pool dripping wet and stark naked with him squeaking in surprise as he ducked for cover inside the small changing room.
Of course it set me off in a fit of laughter until I saw him emerging from the change room wrapping an oversized robe around his small frame scowling at me. The look of shock and surprise on Joan’s face also helped quiet me down as I spread my arms out apologetically to Koko letting him know how sorry I was, but I hadn’t known he had decided to go skinny dipping this early in the morning.
Joan seemed a little concerned about the situation as both of them took a seat under the shade of an umbrella next to the pool while I went in to fix some refreshments. The window was open inside the house so their conversation carried over towards me making me scowl a little at what was being asked. Soon enough though I could tell Koko had things well in hand.
When Joan asked him why he was swimming around the pool stark naked pointing out how inappropriate such a situation was with an adult around who isn’t his father, the boy almost completely came unglued. He couldn’t understand what the big deal was anyway. It wasn’t as if there were any girls around, besides he used to walk around completely naked all the time at home when his dad was still alive. Even his own dad used to walk around in the house without clothes on, but that his new dad, he pointed out referring to me, didn’t do that thinking it was bad enough when one of them went “starkers,” he chuckled when he said it that way.
Besides, he continued to explain, it wasn’t as if his new dad was forcing him to walk around naked or anything, just that he was more comfortable since it was so hot all the time. He told her how we had discussed it when he first started walking around hardly dressed or naked. He informed her that even though his new dad hadn’t made a big issue over it, and that it didn’t appear I really minded about the situation, that I had still talked to him about it pointing out others might not feel it was appropriate.
At this point he shrugged his shoulders again not completely sure why people like her thought it such a big deal. He went even as far to point out that after gymnastics he took a shower completely naked, and there were people of all differing ages getting cleaned up including some adults. After all it was a public facility where people came and worked out and practiced. Besides, it isn’t as if there are any girls around, he pointed out again emphatically, and blushing when he remembered Joan had caught him starkers as he glanced towards the house. I knew they couldn’t see me in the house, but it was like the boy was looking right at me, and I could tell he was going to give me what for later on for allowing a girl to catch him in such an embarrassing way.
They chatted some more about it with Koko letting her know emphatically that this was his home now so he should be able to feel comfortable enough to walk around naked or do what others kids do. When she pointed out most boys these days don’t walk around the house naked, he pointed out to her that she just now said “most,” which means some do. By the time they finished up I could tell that Joan was comfortable with what had happened. I think she had just been concerned that something inappropriate was going on, and if so it would have been her responsibility to report it. As it was she told me she would talk to the judge about it privately letting him know what happened along with the conversation she just had with Koko.
Later that day I received a call from Judge Harrington who was busting a gut on the other end. He said he wished he was there to see the expression on the young woman’s face who was more on the prudish side. The man let us know he didn’t find anything inappropriate about the situation, and if anything it reminded him of his own days as a boy when him and his friends would go over to one of the local ponds to swim completely naked as well. As he sighed he had to admit that our society these days were taking such precious innocence from our youths. Yes, there were plenty of abusive and inappropriate situations where boys and girls needed to be protected, but these days society was going too far taking away the innocence of such natural interactions between kids.
The man confided in me that maybe Koko could show his grandkids, all three of them boys around his age, what it’s like to have so much fun. Two of his grandson’s were from his son and one from his daughter, but all three of them were so self conscious about their bodies that when they were over visiting none of them couldn’t even get dressed into their pajamas without taking turns going into the bathroom alone to change. He hated how society was teaching kids to be so embarrassed and ashamed about themselves.
As the end of summer vacation quickly approached with the start of school just around the corner another milestone was rapidly approaching. Koko’s twelfth birthday was just a week or so away. I wanted it to be special for the smaller boy this year with him simply being able to enjoy it without the stresses of the past few years. I’m sure his father had made sure he had wonderful birthdays, but still with the whole health issue looming over Koko’s head I know those had been difficult ones for him as well wondering if his father would be around to share in it for another year.
The boy’s birthday was on my mind when I received a packet at the office that I had to sign for from family court. It was sent over by a special courier directly from Judge Harrington himself, so I knew it had something to do regarding the adoption. When I opened it up I read the little handwritten sticky note from the judge which simply stated he felt I’d want this right away instead of waiting. As I opened up the large manila envelope I gasped in surprise. Inside were several legal documents along with a certificate of adoption for a Koko Angelo Smiley-Everharte. Rolling it around my tongue a few times I began to like the sound of it. His choice made me proud that he had decided to keep his last name and take mine as well. I also smiled at his middle name because I hadn’t known it earlier, and I thought it somehow fit him perfectly.
This was a very proud moment that I simply had to share with Koko. So I made a quick call to Judge Harrington thanking him for making it official so quickly instead of holding it off for another court date. I then took the rest of the day off without letting anyone else know about the good news. I wanted to share it with Koko first before we included the rest of our family and friends. To me it felt right that we share this moment alone, just the two of us.
Now as I approached the gate leading up to the garden deck after the bus dropped me off I notice that the gate was slightly propped open. Sighing I pause long enough to look closer at the spring. I had put off getting it fixed, but finally got around to it a couple of weeks ago. The guy from some gate company looked it over announcing it was a simple enough fix, but he had to special order the spring attachment. He was due to come over finally fixing it for good in the next couple of days.
My distraction was short lived when I heard a scream from the garden patio up on the next level. My heart began pounding in my chest, and without realizing how it happened I was standing on the landing horrified at the scene in front of me. Somehow Jason had managed to get inside along with two other older boys. One of them had Arturo in a full nelson his feet dangling in the air as he struggled to free himself. Tim lay sprawled on the cement patio all curled up in pain with blood trickling from his lips as another boy loomed over him giving him a swift kick in the gut for good measure. What truly made me gasp was seeing my small petite boy’s body shoved up against a raised garden bed, one of many, which housed trees spread around the courtyard.
The mixture of sheer fear and revulsion in his eyes were clearly visible as large drops of tears clearly flowed down the sides of his cheeks. “Please let Koko go.” I heard Arty pleading.
Koko’s plaid blue and red shorts, along with his underwear had somehow been yanked down around his ankles while Jason had him bent over at the waist up against the raised garden bed with his head shoved into the dirt. The older boy had a firm grip around Koko’s hair pressing down on the poor boy’s head even more as the smaller boy grimaced in pain.
“I’ll do whatever you want just let him go.” Arty was pleading between his own pain as he too began to cry because the other older boy holding him jerked upwards applying even more pressure making the boy yell out in pain.
“Oh don’t worry; I plan on taking what I want from you just as soon as I fuck this fine piece of ass. I’m going to enjoy deflowering this little sissy boy’s tight ass. Damn…stop squirming around you little shit.” Jason yelled as he pressed his large bulky frame up against my little boy literally smothering him as he tried to struggle because he could breathe.
“It’ll go easier on you if you just relax and let me have your cherry.” The older boy hissed as he literally shoved his hips up against Koko trying to impale him. “Fuck…you little ass wipe…stop it and open up.” Jason screamed in frustration because Koko was obviously fighting as much as possible to prevent what the older boy was trying to do, while both Arty and Tim began to struggle again trying in vain to help out their friend and lover.
It was a scene like out of a horror movie with me rooted in place unable to move as if frozen and suspended in time. My mind screamed inside of my head, but my body simply couldn’t respond. It was as if I couldn’t comprehend fully what was going on because things like this simply didn’t happen…did it? I mean this was real life not some movie.
“Shit Jason…you never said anything about…this. I…let’s just let them go. So what if we don’t play football this year. It was our choice by not going to those seminars. I don’t want any part of this. It’s one thing to come up here and scare them, but this just isn’t right. I’m out of here” One of the older boys finally spoke out getting a nod from his buddy.
“You fucking pussies just stay where you are or I’ll track you down later and kick your asses. You know I will too.” Jason sneered at his friends as the two boys looked at each other a bit frightened.
“I’m going to have some boy pussy if it’s the last thing I do. I want all three of them…to teach them a lesson they will never forget.” The large obese boy panted as he momentarily pulled out his stiff erection revealing more of his obscene ugly hairy bulky form. His damp wrinkled ashen toned hard shaft slipped from between Koko’s butt cheeks briefly before the older boy lined up his pre-cum slicked up drooling pole against the smaller boy’s brown cherry getting ready to shove himself inside the horrified whimpering boy for good taking by force what he’s obviously been lusting after for a while now.
That’s when all hell seemed to break loose. Before I knew it Jason’s body was flying off of Koko grunting in pain as he landed at the feet of the boy holding up Arty. That boy immediately dropped Arty as his eyes grew wide with fear. The other older boy also yelped in surprise jumping up off of Tim who he had been holding down when the fourteen year old boy had begun to struggle trying to help Koko.
Koko slumped to the ground and curled up into a fetal position. I knew my little boy wasn’t moving anytime soon so I bent over helping Arty to his feet. Tim was already getting up on wobbly feet as he kicked out at Jason, his foot connecting against the older boy’s stomach.
“Move…run to the house and call 911.” I shouted shoving both Arty and Tim towards the house forcefully realizing it was me who had finally managed to get myself uprooted and intervene.
Tim hesitated for a brief moment with sheer hatred etched on his features as he looked down at Jason wanting nothing but revenge. This quickly dissipated when I shoved Arty into his arms. Then his protective instincts took over as he realized the predicament we were all in. Grabbing Arty by the hand he literally pulled the other boy who was visibly shook up and crying into the house locking the door behind him as he scrambled for the phone. It left me all alone to protect Koko from the other three boys, but at least I knew help was on the way.
Things were happening so fast that I hadn’t seen Jason getting up until it was too late. The older boy knocked me over, but I had enough sense to let the momentum roll me on top of the fat pig as we continued to grapple. I was so focused on the big kid who outweighed me by a good hundred pounds that I had almost forgotten about the other two boys until I heard one of them shouting out to his friend that they should get out of there before the cops arrived.
To be honest if they wouldn’t have bolted I would have been screwed, but as I heard them scrambling to get out of there I felt a surge of energy inside of me as I twisted my body around, raised my fist, and connected across Jason’s jaw. The older boy grunted shoving me off of him as he tried to roll on to his feet. We both got up and squared off with his eyes glaring full of hatred towards me.
“You…,” he hissed, “it’s all your fault. You should have stayed out of this from the beginning…but no…you had to stick your nose where it doesn’t belong. Well fuck you and those snot nosed kids. After I get done with you I’ll make you watch what I do to them one by one.” He jeered at me maliciously with spittle foaming at the mouth.
He was so enraged that he charged me like a mad bull full on. I stood there paralyzed, his eyes glinting in triumph as he neared, which quickly changed to one of shock when at the last moment I dove towards his feet knocking them out from beneath him. He went down hard not even having the time to hold out his arms cushioning his fall. I heard a sickening sound of bones breaking when his face smashed into the hard cement surface as blood seemed to leave a splattering pattern three feet in diameter around his flailing form.
There was complete silence for a split second before a blood curdling scream escaped the older boy’s lips that made me cringe with a sickening sensation threatening to overwhelm me. I turned to throw up, but then I saw Koko curled up a few feet away in a fetal position sucking his thumb. His eyes were staring at the hideous scene slowly dimming and glazing over until it looked like he was staring off into empty space. Something seemed to have happened to him in that one moment breaking my heart to the core.
Just then Officer Orland appeared with his weapon drawn. Evidently he had been just down the street when the 911 call had gone out regarding three older boys assaulting younger boys at this address. Since he knew us and the recent events regarding Jason he quickly made his way to the house. He had seen two older boys bolting through the open gate so immediately made his way up the stairs to the garden patio while radioing in the descriptions of the two boys taking flight. Once the man reached the top he surveyed the situation quickly as I bent over Koko picking him up protectively in my arms carrying him inside leaving Jason to the police.
Arty was crying visibly shaken as I laid Koko on to the couch covering up his nakedness. The smaller boy remained curled up in a fetal position with his thumb stuck in his mouth completely unresponsive to me. It was simply heartbreaking to see him in this condition, and to be honest truly the most frightening position I’ve ever been in my entire life.
“I’m so sorry Mr. Will…all of it is my fault. Jason and the other two boys grabbed me just outside the gate, and forced me to open it up. I’m so sorry Mr. Will…oh Koko…,” he began to ball when he saw his friend all curled up on the sofa completely devoid of any expression.
“Please Koko I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean it…really…I’d rather die than let them hurt you…Koko…please,” he continued to sob beginning to lose control while Tim tried to soothe him.
I was concentrating on my little boy trying to comfort him, but my head was spinning making me dizzy. To make matters worse Arty was still pleading and crying making everything so chaotic. A whole range of emotions flooded me at that moment as nausea first gripped me threatening to make me throw up, then a sense of loss crept over my body, before finally sheer rage with me no longer able to take it anymore.
“Arty…for Pete’s sake just shut up for a minute!” I snapped harshly immediately regretting my words wanting to take them back; especially, once I saw the expression on the poor Hispanic boy’s face.
It was one of dejectedness as he hung his head down to his chest trying to hold in his tears. I heard him hiccup sucking in his breathe trying to contain his sobs while his body continued to tremble with the strain of the effort. It was obvious he felt miserable about his so called treachery, but he held everything inside not wanting to upset me anymore or fail us again as he valiantly tried to comply with my heated request. My whole insides turned upside down as I realized Koko wasn’t the only victim here.
“Oh Arty…I…I’m so sorry.” I whispered stepping forward as I wrapped him up in my arms.
“Really…it isn’t your fault because they had this all planned. You didn’t let them in willingly…they forced you, and you didn’t stand a chance against them. They would have simply beat you first and taken the key so it isn’t your fault. But I need to know if you are hurt.” I whispered softly to him taking a step back raising his chin up so he was looking into my eyes as I watched them begin to well up with tears.
“I…I,” he began looking completely ashamed as big watery drops began to puddle along the edges of his eyes before spilling over.
“No Arty…don’t. This isn’t your fault so don’t ever feel ashamed. If anything I’m so proud of you. I heard you trying to protect Koko, so if anything I’m so very proud of you…both of you.” I sighed as I wrapped up both boys into my arms holding them tightly for the moment knowing they needed this right now before I turned my attention back to my own boy.
By the time we got back from the hospital it was pretty late. The doctors had examined Koko determining that there was no anal penetration, which was a relief to me, but still he seemed to be in a state of shock. I was informed it was merely a protective mechanism so I needed to be patient. What had started out as a cheerful day had turned into a nightmare.
In the meantime they gave Koko a mild sedative along with a prescription for the next few days to help him sleep. They had also swabbed between the eleven year old boy’s butt cheeks taking samples from him for possible charges of sexual assault to a minor for starters against Jason. The older boy had been officially placed under arrest before taken to the same hospital as Koko to be treated for his own wounds. It appeared that he had broken his nose and jaw when he fell flat on his face requiring his mouth to be wired shut. In some ways it was a bit of a consolation knowing he’d be eating through a straw for the next several months, much less keep that filthy mouth of his shut. The other two boys who ran had turned themselves in corroborating the story both Arty and Tim had relayed to the police officers.
Jason of course denied any wrongdoing, well as best as he could with a wired shut jaw, but the evidence was mounting quickly. In addition to the corroborating stories I also had a surveillance system outside the sliding door of my home leading out onto the garden that had a wide view of the entire courtyard. After getting on to the computer I handed over the files to Officer Orland.
The footage clearly showed the three older boys arriving on the deck with Arty being held in a menacing manner while being smacked around. It then showed how the boys overpowered Tim beating him up before Jason forcefully stripped an uncooperative Koko naked. It was difficult to watch everything unfold including my arrival along with the events occurring afterwards. Since Jason recently turned eighteen there was no doubt he would be charged as an adult.
Closing the door behind me I made my way into Koko’s room helping him out of the gown they had given my boy, now officially my son, at the hospital. Koko being my son for real now was still all so new. Even at the hospital when they had inquired to who his parents were I almost gave them the usual response that I was his legal guardian; instead, of his father.
He was barely awake and completely unresponsive when I pulled the covers over his small battered naked body. He was so beautiful yet very vulnerable at the moment as tears began to slide down my cheeks. Slowly Koko’s eyes closed as he succumbed to sleep, no longer able to hold them open as the combination of physical and emotional weariness overwhelmed him along with the mild sedatives.
Sitting by his bedside watching the smaller boy sleep I almost didn’t hear the light knocking on my front door. When I went to answer it I was surprised to see Officer Orland standing there holding something in his hands.
“Sorry to bother you Mr. Everharte…but…I…um…found this downstairs by the gate. Some of the documents had spilled out so I gathered them up. I hope you don’t mind…but I…um…noticed…,” he looked at me as he shook his head sadly. “I’m so sorry this happened on a day that should have been such a happy one for both you and Ko…I mean…your son.” He amended as he handed over the packet in his hands.
No longer able to hold it in any longer I simply broke down right in front of Officer Orland. The man held me in his arm for what seemed like a very long time allowing me to let it all out before gently taking me inside where I finally managed to compose myself. We sat there at the kitchen counter drinking coffee for the longest time before I came to my senses.
“Oh…crap look at the time. I’m so sorry about keeping you up so late. I’m sure your family is waiting for you at home.” I sighed apologetically as the man smiled at me.
“It’s not a problem Will…really. I called up my wife before coming over letting her know the situation. She understands and told me to be sure to let you know if you need any help with Koko to let her know. She’d be more than happy to help out with some of the special needs he might need a little later.” He smiled reassuringly at me making me frown questioningly.
“Special needs?” I inquired.
“Yes, my wife works as a counselor for assault victims. Her specialty is with children so she knows Koko may be in for a bit of a bumpy ride here in the future. This isn’t to say that he will have some big issues or anything. Everyone copes differently with this kind of traumatic event, but if you need some advice she will be more than willing to help out.” The man pointed out as he handed me her card.
It was a very nice gesture on their part. I told him so too, letting the man know that I most definitely will be calling on his wife for some advice. I was smart enough to understand that I most certainly could use some help with this issue. At the moment I was hoping for the best, but if needed I at least had other resources on hand to help me deal with any issues that might come from such a traumatic event.
Climbing into bed I slowly nodded off. It was a fitful kind of slumber, one in which I suddenly found myself wide awake in when I heard Koko screaming out in the middle of the night. I rushed into his room flipping on the light switch. The smaller boy was crying sitting straight up in bed his knees pulled against his chest and his eyes all glazed over as if in a haze. As I approached the unmistakable ammonia like smell of urine made me realize the poor little guy had wet the bed.
The boy heard me approach so turned his head towards me before gazing down between his legs. “I’m sorry daddy.” He whispered softly, momentarily coming out of his hazy fog like stupor making me wonder if the boy thought I was his biological dad.
With him kind of drugged up and in a state of shock I wasn’t sure just how cogent he was at the moment. “I…I don’t know what happened…but I…um…had a bad dream.” He finished off his eyes drooping closed as his head lolled forward while his body leaned sideways threatening to keel over.
Rushing to his side I lifted him out of the bed making my way into the bathroom. His head rolled around on my shoulder, the sedative his doctor had given him making it difficult for him to stay awake. As I entered the bathroom I felt something warm spread out along the front of my stomach before Koko began to shake, his tiny body wracked in sobs.
“I…I’m so sorry dad. I don’t know why this is happening. I feel kind of strange…I don’t like feeling this way.” Koko admitted to me as he moaned drowsily having just urinated all over me.
“Oh Koko…it’s alright…besides…I suppose all dad’s get peed on by their kids at some point in their life. Most boys do that to their dad’s when they are just little babies. I had to wait for a while longer is all.” I told him affectionately trying to make light of the situation which seemed to work because he giggled for a moment.
“That’s funny.” He admitted as he sighed holding on to me even closer as I hugged him back.
“Yeah…I suppose. Besides…I guess we both needed a bath today anyway.” I chuckled as I got the water started in the bathtub.
We both settled inside the warm water as he leaned back up against me leaving his eyes closed while he drowsed. Slowly I washed away the urine from his body making sure to wash his little hard penis and boy pouch in the process. I could feel Koko begin to quiver in my arms as I soaped up his stiff erection. In his current state I knew he probably didn’t have much control over himself so tried to complete the task as quickly as possible without him climaxing.
It was kind of difficult to see what I was doing because of him sitting in front of me hardly able to move around to help out, but I somehow managed. Rinsing off the soap from his foreskin I now pulled back the membrane over his bullet shaped knob making sure to run clean water over it the way he had showed me to be sure he was clean under the hood along with washing away any remaining sticky urine from his accident in bed.
Sighing in relief that he hadn’t blown his cork so to speak, I finished rinsing us off before I slipped out being sure to lean him back against the edge of the tub so I could dry myself with one of the towels. Next I pulled the plug on the tub to allow the warm water to escape before easing him out of the tub. He protested when I made him stand up, but he placed his hands on my shoulders for support when I kneeled down in front of him so I could begin toweling him off. Since I hadn’t been able to take a closer look at his exposed knob earlier to make sure he was completely clean of any smegma or grime I took the opportunity to do that now as well since I had him here.
He was still hard, which really wasn’t a surprise to me anymore as I slowly pulled back his foreskin to take a closer look at the head of his penis. His glans had a healthy bright pink purplish look to it without the telltale signs of irritation indicating to me it was well cared for by the younger boy. I heard Koko sighing as I reached out to slip his foreskin back into place. He was beginning to breathe heavily once more indicating he was getting excited about the contact.
It really wasn’t his fault; especially, with the medication making it difficult for him to control himself. It was bad enough with him being highly sensitive, and a boy who was simply horny all the time, without the added crutch of not being in complete control of himself due to the medication.
So it really shouldn’t have surprised me that when my fingers touched his sensitive tube to slip his foreskin back into place his body all of a sudden seized up as he climaxed. However, it did surprise me because I was being extremely careful just so this wouldn’t occur. I kind of felt bad about how this came about yet also completely mesmerized as I watched his two small hazelnut sized testicles squirming around in his soft satchel before suddenly contracting upwards. Even his penis seemed to jolt backwards in a spastic contraction similar to a canon recoiling after firing off a round.
What happened next stunned me even more when I felt something moist striking the upper part of my lips. The smell and taste of sweet salty slick wetness was familiar to me as my tongue instinctively wipes over the substance removing it from my upper lips. It was another reminder that Koko was now at the beginning stages of his journey towards manhood as he releases the nectar of life for his very first time. Something else I now felt bad about since I thought he should have experienced this event with someone closer to his age like Arty. It felt like I had robbed Koko of another special moment in his life.
“Uuuuumph, umph, umph, uh, oooh, uuumph,” he squealed as his fingers clamped down on my shoulders during the height of his orgasm before his legs collapsed beneath him forcing me to hang on to the poor boy.
“Oh shit…that was…um…way cool,” the boy seemed to search out the appropriate words probably not realizing he had cussed before he collapsed completely exhausted.
I held him in my arms while he slowly recuperated his head lolling around on my shoulders. “I’m so sorry about that Koko.” I whispered to him, but he was fast asleep in my arms by this time.
Sighing I picked him up carrying the boy to my bed tucking him in before making my way back into his room so I could strip his bed replacing it with new linen. Looking around the room with his soiled sheets in my arms I had to smile despite the recent difficult events at the transformation it had undergone over the last several weeks. The boy had made the room his own. It looked like a typical boy’s room now with toys, clothes, and other age appropriate items spread around haphazardly. For the most part it was tidily kept, but it was messy enough with the distinctiveness of a tangy aroma to indicate a boy inhabited this room. It was like a mixture of dirt, sweat, and freshly baked chocolate chip cookies.
After shoving the damp sheets into the washer I set it to soak before slipping into bed next to Koko’s slumbering form. The boy wakes up briefly cuddling up next to me shuddering as his hard erection presses up against my body. I breathe in his scent while wrapping my arms around his warm body.
“Are you ready for your own bed now? I changed the sheets for you.” I whisper softly feeling him shudder in my arms as a small whimper of fright escapes his lips.
“Are you alright?” I ask him as he seems to once more withdraw into his protective shell curling up and sticking his thumb into his mouth.
“It’s alright sweetie, you can stay with me.” I sigh holding him to me protectively.
Several days have now gone by as I reflect on my life up to this point before gazing at the sleeping boy in my bed. It worries me how Koko seems to slip in and out of his defensive armor. He’s still very fragile, but at times he climbs out briefly entering the realm of reality before once more retreating into his protective bubble. I tried telling him about the adoption being official several times now along with other important matters such as his pending birthday, but to be honest I’m not sure if he even hears me. I even tried to talk to him about his unexpected orgasm after his bath letting him know that he finally ejaculated for the first time hoping this wonderful news he had been looking forward to for so long would break him out of this languid hold over him. Nothing seemed to work with me not even knowing if he understood anything I was telling him.
Both Tim and Arty have been coming over to visit every day trying to coax the boy out of his lethargic state. Earlier today I had even taken him to one of the parks in the area that was like a garden oasis, just the two of us, hoping that getting him back out into the open air around other people would snap him out of it. He responded to me in simple ways as we wandered around the park, but he still refused to come back completely to the land of the living.
The only spark I saw in him at the park was the chaotic incident at one of the bathroom facilities. We were simply walking by when all of a sudden we heard an awful commotion going on inside like some sort of struggle with what sounded like a kid in trouble. There were screams of pain along with shouts for help. When I was about to investigate Koko seemed to freeze up hanging on to me like his life depended on it. I suppose I should have known better considering what he had just gone through, but still I couldn’t simply stand by without helping out an innocent kid if he was in some kind of trouble. I was torn with indecision when the area was suddenly surrounded by a swarm of uniformed police officers.
It was some sort of raid to gather up homeless kids who were using the area to sell their bodies. The police heard the shout for help immediately rushing inside the bathroom facilities. There most definitely was a lot of shouting and fighting taking place before we saw a large man dressed in fine clothing being hauled out in handcuffs followed shortly afterwards by a boy who was all bloodied up being carried in another police officer’s arms. Both Koko and I gasped at the same time, and before I could inquire about anything the police forcibly removed everyone from the area. With Koko now crying in my arms once more completely broken down I couldn’t do anything except bring him back home with me. Just when I thought we were heading in the right direction another crappy hand seemed to be dealt my little boy that he had to try muddling through.
Sighing at the slumbering boy in my bed I shake my head as I gaze over the beginning passages I’ve written over the last several days, and just recently edited some of the more important passages with it now reading as follows:
It is strange how life kind of catches up to you and comes full circle, but it seems like this is exactly what has happened to me. Some people run from their past, others face it head on, while with others it just sort of slips by them, but in the end life has a way of bringing the past and the present back together.
Now as I sit here putting pen to paper so to speak my mind often wanders to the innocent times of days gone by while my past comes to grips with the turbulence of recent events. Glancing over to my bed the central core reasoning for this is lying fast asleep with most of the covers tossed over to the side, and just a small corner covering up his central nakedness. It’s a bit stuffy in the room, and my heart melts as I take in the sweet countenance of my boy…my son…while he slumbers in my bed. I take a moment now, and make my way over to him looking down at the magnificent beauty of my sweet little angel. My heart aches while at the same time flutters with joy, a strange feeling indeed, but then again that’s just how life sort of seemed fit to treat me as of late.
Sitting next to the slight slumbering form I reach over brushing some of the hair out of my sweetness’ face. It’s a term of endearment he seems to tolerate even though he’s never said anything to me about it, but only because I use it when we are alone. At eleven years old, almost twelve, he’s already getting touchy about such displays of affection when others are around, but thank goodness he doesn’t mind so much when we are together in private. To be honest I think he kind of enjoys the affectionate displays like this, but as seems to be typical of most boys as they grow up they sort of can’t admit it; especially, not around their friends.
He stirs for a moment and seems to moan in his sleep as I gently stroke his cheeks comfortingly whispering softly that all is well. He settles back down, his face and body seems to relax once more as my fingers wander lightly over his chest and stomach. He’s always enjoyed this little display of affection as well; especially, when I tuck him in at night, and it immediately sooths him back into a deep peaceful slumber. Goosebumps form on his buttery smooth brown skin from my light tender loving contact. After caressing him for a few moments longer I finally get back up grabbing the end of the blanket. With a flourishing snap of the wrist the lightweight material floats upwards briefly in the air before it begins to settle down on the sleeping form of my little eleven year old son.
The nakedness of my slumbering sweet boy is briefly exposed to me as my eyes gaze upon his beauty in the way it was truly meant to be seen. Why is it that at around this age a boy’s body seems to be at the peek of perfection, just like those Greek statues of a bygone era? His soft petite and sleek one inch penis sticks upwards in the air, basically nothing but the shape of his knob really showing beneath his uncut foreskin since it is so small. To be honest at one inch his glans was the prominent feature that showed up in his softened state along with the tightly closed nub end of his foreskin. Even when he got an erection it only topped out at about one and a half inches long, thin as a nail and just as hard, with the outline of his small sleek knob still being the most prominent feature. My eyes quickly shift to just below his smooth nail shaped spike settling on his fleshy soft brown colored small boy pouch that hangs loosely between his two sleek but very strong legs. The lean slender limbs belie the hidden strength and muscles in his thighs and calves from hours on end of practice he puts in every day in the sport of his choice, gymnastics. As the blanket settles over his body hiding his nakedness it still amazes me how beautiful he was. Now as a father I guess I have to say those sorts of things, he even accused me as much, but to be honest he really is a very attractive looking boy. I mean of course he is kind of small and all between his legs, but for some reason it just seems to fit him adding to his charm.
Even though he is on the small side of things he never really was shy about his nudity. Friends and family have seen him running around completely naked, and he doesn’t seem to be bothered by the fact he is probably smaller between his legs than most other boys his age. To be honest at only eleven years old his size really didn’t mean all that much at the moment. Who knows how puberty will affect him, I kind of knew how it would from personal past experience of knowing his biological father at that age, but he’s had loving people in his life who have sort of guided him along the way concerning his nudity and size. He was well adjusted because of that, and from what I can tell his size never seemed to have been an issue.
Lately he’s been battling demons in his sleep so has taken up to sleeping in bed with me. The last couple of days he had been waking up drenched in perspiration and urine in his own bed. It was almost as if his bladder just seemed to revert back to his younger days as a toddler emptying out in the middle of the night. This seemed to horrify him more than the bad dreams so without saying anything to one another we sort of came to the mutual agreement that he would sack out with me for a while. I knew this was only a temporary situation, and that as the days pass he would once more be himself.
As I sit back down at my computer desk I try to gather together my thoughts as they seem to wander between the past, present, and everything in-between. I’ve been blessed in many ways over the years, and over time there have been many people, but especially boys in my life, who have influenced and contributed to this happiness. It is part of the reason why I am sitting down to write down my thoughts. I can’t help myself as my gaze seems to shift once more over to my recent introduction of pride and joy in this life, and I realize that without all those people in my life at one point or another I wouldn’t be so fortunate. I count my blessings every single day now as tears begin to trickle down my cheeks with the realization that my very reason for existence and being in this world these days is lying peacefully asleep only a mere few feet away.
Who would have thought as I grew into adulthood that my life back then had just been simply slipping away? I had graduated with my Master’s Degree from Notre Dame when I was only twenty one years old being fortunate enough to having it done through a football scholarship. I had already been a year ahead in school when I began my studies so when the time came I had fast tracked my college education as well working putting in long hours to get it out of the way despite my grueling schedule with football.
Then I began working straight out of college for a firm that dealt in business law. I was very good at my job, and it had consumed my every waking hour and then some. I was young with plenty of energy and stamina to put into my work, and it had been paying off big time. Because of this drive and determination I became a junior partner in the firm after working there for only a few years. Then through some fortunate circumstances I had recently been elevated as a senior partner. I was only thirty two years old now, but I had managed to bring in most of the largest accounts that were the backbone of success and growth for our firm. I had a fantastic boss, Matt Middleton, who had mentored me from the very beginning. He had also made sure to partner me with the best management assistant, a fancy way of saying secretary, anyone could ask for, and Mary sure proved invaluable over the years. Now, as my status was elevated so too had hers due to the sort of symbiotic working relationship between the two of us. Yet, still without realizing it back then I was truly missing something important and special in my life.
Being gay didn’t seem to help matters any either in the social aspect of things for me in my life. I knew that someday I wanted a family, but I just wasn’t one of those people who were into the whole social scene with dating and all so had put things off while I focused on my work. I had accepted this part of my life long ago, both being gay and not socially outgoing with dating. The fact that I was gay didn’t in itself create problems for me in my life because to be honest I just didn’t make a big deal out of it. I wasn’t one of those people who felt the need for having to “come out” publicly about my sexual preference, nor did I feel the need to hide from it either.
Just like heterosexual people, I kept my private life just that, private. It was no ones business who I was or was not having sex with. You don’t see heterosexual guys feeling the need to discuss their sexual interludes with women, well, that is to say mature guys who are confident with who they are and where they are going in life. So why do some gay people feel as if they somehow are missing out on the ability to be open to others about their sexual relationships with men. For me, I’ve always felt that the sexual interaction between two people were a private matter, so it just baffles me why these gay activist groups feel the need to be so out there about it.
Don’t get me wrong, as a gay person I understand the whole political aspect of it all for homosexuals, but to be honest I feel that sometimes things just go too far in that realm of activity. In a person’s every day life there is no reason to bring ones orientation into play. It is no one’s business, plain and simple.
My mind seems to be wandering and rambling here again as I am getting off topic. I have a feeling this is going to be an issue as I try to put things to pen and paper. These days my thoughts seem to wander and grasp on to my past. As I write, one chapter will focuses on my past and present, the next one our present time, and the third my past before coming full circle to begin the process anew until the very end here where things shift once more.
In a way it is an attempt to incorporate pivotal moments in my youthful life to that of the present situation along with some of my life span in-between from the past to the present. It appears to have begun happening more often once my life and focus started to shift. During certain fundamental moments of the more current events in my life the memories of my childhood just sort of seem to insert themselves into the moment. To be honest I had a wonderful and blessed childhood growing up, and perhaps it is the happiness of this that gives me hope of the future contentment and joy of my own son’s life.
Now as I take a deep breath I settle my mind to a time seemingly not all that long ago in the grand scheme of things. It is as good a place as any I suppose to begin our journey. It isn’t at the beginning or at the end, but somewhere sort of in-between. I suppose if I think on it hard enough this truly is closer towards the end of this current journey, but then again in life there truly isn’t an ending per se, just a crossing in the road forcing us to choose and forge a new direction in life once more. After all, life goes on in one shape or fashion, even after we are gone, so I guess there truly isn’t an ending. Yet, for our purposes let us just say that the story begins at a stage in time where life seems to be simply passing me by, and I’m immersed up to my neck in the murky waters of my job.
“Wow, a pretty good introduction.” I whisper softly to myself amazed at my own ability to write in this fashion.
Sitting back in my chair I admire my opening introduction into the pages upon pages of work I’ve written so far in this story bringing me up to the moment. Of course I’m not through yet, but I suppose I’m close.
“Dad,” I hear a familiar soft whisper as I now look over towards my bed noticing some movement. “Can we cuddle a little,” the soft voice of my son seems to plead with me.
Looking up I turn off my computer so I can be with my sweet angel. This will take me several more days to edit and put together, but for now I think I will snuggle up to my little boy until he falls asleep. After all he asked for me, and I have a feeling there won’t be too many more years ahead of us where I will be able to snuggle up with him until he falls asleep.
Sliding next to Koko I reach out to stroke his cheeks affectionately with the back of my fingers as he closes his eyes sighing. “Hey my little sweetness how are you doing tonight?” I ask him not really expecting an answer.
“Daddy, why do you call me that?” Koko asks so softly I almost have to strain to hear him as he looks into my eyes holding my gaze firmly making me wonder if he really knows it’s me and not his biological father.
“Is it really you Koko…I mean…do you know it’s me?” I ask him not really expecting a satisfactory answer from him.
I watch him as he furls his eyebrows, his expression changing around on his features as if he’s trying to work something out in his thoughts. “Oh…you mean because of me calling you daddy. Yeah…it’s me dad. I…um…just don’t want there to be a difference anymore. Not after…you know?” He replies as he looks away his eyes briefly watering up before he shakes them away to once more look at me expectantly.
“What?” I ask him at a loss for words with what he seemed to be suggesting.
It was as if the incident, even as horrible as it was, had brought us even closer together somehow truly unifying us as father and son. In the moment of his greatest need he had witnessed me stepping in to protect him regardless of the overwhelming odds against me. He had felt my loving caring presence throughout his ordeal as I tended to his needs while he agonized through his tormenting nightmares. He felt only loving, caring, kindness when I cleaned him up after he wet the bed making no prejudgments about the event. In essence he had silently witnessed how I had taken care of him as if he were my very own flesh and blood child.
“Sweetness…why do you call me that?” He asks once more bringing me out of my musings as I realize his question was one he’d have back before the incident with Jason.
My lips curl upwards forming into a warm tender smile as it dawns on me that my boy had finally come back to me for good “Oh that…well…it’s what I called your dad sometimes…you know…when we were together alone.” I answer him as he scrunches up his eyebrows in thought indicating he knew there was more to it.
Sighing I shrugged my shoulders allowing my fingers to explore his face as they run along his lips before I give his nose a quick pinch eliciting a giggle from both of us. “You are your father’s son Koko. Just like him your kiss tastes sweet like hot cocoa.” I tell him as I brush my lips up against his briefly for emphasis. “Mmmm…tasty,” I chuckle as he giggles shaking his head but unable to resist running his tongue over his lips trying to get a taste for himself.
Koko reaches out taking his turn at running a finger over my damp mouth studying my face intently as I continued. “Even your…um…squirts are sweet.” I giggled a bit embarrassed now about telling him how when he ejaculates it tastes sweet while he simply furls his eyebrows in thought a bit confused.
“Oh…you mean daddy not me. I mean my kisses are sweet just like daddy’s had been, and when he used to…uh…with you…the two of you…together…um…you know in that way.” He stuttered making it my turn to smile at how difficult it was for him to finally talk about how his dad and I were intimate together.
Taking in a deep breath Koko exhales allowing himself to settle down before simply blurting it out. “You mean when daddy squirted inside your mouth it tasted sweet too?” He added thinking he was correcting my little slip, and also a bit baffled why it had been a bit difficult simply admitting his dad and I had sexually intimate moments together considering how open our sexual conversations had been, not to mention those with his own father.
“No…um…yes. Shit…um…yes your daddy’s squirts were sweet Koko…but so are yours when you squirt. I…um…Koko remember the other night after you wet the bed and I gave you a bath?” I asked him pausing for a bit as he tried to assimilate what I was saying nodding his head absentmindedly while his eyes danced around playfully.
“You know when I accidentally made you…um…orgasm? Well, you…um…squirted for the first time, and it sort of hit me in the face. I…um…shit Koko. It all happened so fast, but to be honest it tasted just like your father the first time he…uh…squirted. I’m so sorry that happened to you…I mean not sorry it happened…you know…just that it happened with me instead of someone special like Arty or another boy closer to your own age.” I managed to stumble through it almost afraid I was hitting him with too much information so soon after he seems to have finally climbed out of his protective shell.
“Oh…wow…yeah I remember now. I mean…I thought it had felt more intense.” He stated pausing for a moment to let the information and memory of it sink in. “I’m not sorry it happened though…maybe even sort of glad that it did happen with you. It sort of makes it even more amazing in a way. I mean…you know…because of daddy and you.” He smiles giddily at the happy news as I gazed into his eyes seeing them dance around as he continued.
“You said it should have been with someone special…but don’t you get it daddy? You are the ‘special’ one.” He simply stated amazing me at how someone so young can grasp such complicated issues in such an adult like way as he reaches over giving me a warm hug with his erection rubbing up against me.
Laughing I simply shake my head. “Damn…for real Koko it’s like you’re a walking, breathing, eating, sleeping hard-on. Doesn’t that thing ever go down?” I tease him as we both chuckled. “Koko, there’s something else.” I sigh reaching over to my end table handing him the large manila envelope feeling it was time we finally catch up on some things.
The smaller boy looked at me for a moment before opening the flap pulling out the certificate that was inside. I watch his face light up as he reads it. He was smiling joyfully when he flung his arms around me.
“It’s official then…for real dad? I mean forever and ever?” He asked me scarcely believing it.
“Yes, it is for real. I wanted so badly to celebrate this moment together…but…,” I began as he placed his finger over my lips stopping me from continuing my thoughts.
“No…I don’t want to talk about that…um…other thing. Well…at least not right now…is that alright?” He asked pleadingly as I nodded my head.
“Yeah…sure…I agree.” I sighed as we cuddled up together again with him once more shoving his little hard nail into my side making both of us giggle like two little silly girls.
We settled down allowing the silence to surround us while we simply enjoyed one another’s closeness. Koko’s familiar scent almost lulled me to sleep as I gently stroked his naked back feeling him rocking his hips into my side. Normally I would stop him, but this didn’t seem to be something sexual in nature for him so I simply allowed him to rock gently in my arms.
“Koko?” I begrudgingly broke the silence as he gazed up into my eyes.
“Yeah dad.” He sighed making us both chuckle at the turn of events where it was me now getting ready to ask a question.
“The weekend is coming up…you know…um…your birthday. I wasn’t sure what you wanted to do, but because of…um…everything…you know…I thought maybe just inviting over a few people for a small party. You know…maybe Arty, Tim, and a few others you’d want.” I offered up as he smiled nodding his head thinking about it for a moment.
“Yeah…sounds cool.” He offered up.
“Um…Koko?” I asked again getting a knowing look and smile out of him in regards to the whole role reversal with the question and answer session we were having.
“Yes daaaaaad?” He chuckled teasingly before it turned into yelps of all out tittering playfulness of our writhing bodies as he tried to stave off my bouts of kissing him all over his face.
After we both separated smiling at each other catching out breath I continued. “What would you like for your birthday gift? I want it to be something special since it is our first one together.” I offered up to him knowing there were several things I could get him he would be thrilled about, but I truly wanted it to be special for him.
The smaller boy seemed a bit shocked at first when he realized the seriousness of my request. He’s never really been asked point blank what he truly wanted. His dad had always gotten him everything he really needed and then some, so he never felt deprived, but he too felt somehow this year was special. I watched his face as the emotions seemed to wash over his features for the longest time until he finally gazed at me with such a sad longing look.
“Please bring him home dad…for me. It’s the only thing I want or will ever ask.” He pleaded hesitantly.
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End of Chapter Fifteen
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