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MAILING LIST: To be added to the mailing list please send an email with the subject ‘Mailing list’ to ail Thank you Edgar Friendly The Polish boy from upstairs “Don’t close the door.” He called over in his thick eastern European accent as he rode past me on his bike. “No problem.” I gave my ususal response as I flicked the butt of my cigarette into the nearby ash tray. I live in a non smoking building so whenever I need a smoke I have to go out the fire exit to the smoking area. Being on the ground floor it’s not so bad and honestly I’ve never liked smoking inside where I live anyway, it stinks up the place. The polish boy and his mother moved into the flat above mine a few months ago. He attends the nearby school and rides his bike every day. I made a mental note of the time he usually gets back and started going out for a cigarette at around three twenty on weekdays so I could be there to keep the door open for him. I’m a nice guy like that… Okay, maybe I like to check out his cute twelve year old bubble butt in his tight school trousers as he rides past too. What am I a saint? I do love the school uniform he wears. Those trousers leave nothing to the imagination and the white shirts are made from very cheap and thin material so in the summer sunshine they are almost see through and in the rain they ARE see through and stick to the boy’s skin when wet. His nipples are dark in colour. I don’t need to see him shirtless to know that. His skin is quite tanned and his brown hair is cut short. I’m pretty sure his mother cuts it herself with shears and always keeps it very short and neat. It would appear she makes sure her son is always clean and well groomed. His mother… God what a bitch. We were fine at first. She would give me a smile and a friendly greeting when we passed in the corridor going to check the mail or when I was out smoking and she needed to empty the bin. A quick glance and a hello was the norm until the day she asked me if I had a girlfriend and I explained that I am gay. I saw the change in her expression immediately. I didn’t really know what it was until the following Sunday I heard her screaming at her poor son yet again. I looked out my window as they left and saw how they were dressed, ‘Sunday best.’ I thought, ‘Off to church.’ Turns out they are Catholic… Very catholic which of course means me being the evil homosexual spawn of the devil himself I am to be ignored by them, the virtuous good little Christians until their god casts me down to hell to burn forever and ever in the lake of fire. I still get a chuckle out of that every now and then. That poor boy has to put up with so much crap from her. It’s every day I hear her screaming at him in Polish. He shouts back and tries to hold his own but she is a fully grown woman and the only adult in their house. I’ve never seen the boys father so I assume he isn’t in the picture. This brings us to today. As is now the norm he rides past and makes his usual request. I give my usual response and after locking up his bike he walks past and looks up at me with his beautiful blue eyes and says, “Thank you.” In that oh so sexy accent. His English isn’t great but he has really come a long way in the short time he has been here. “Anytime.” I say as he begins to walk up the stairs while I close the fire exit and steal a few glances at his big behind. He isn’t fat by any means. Maybe a little puppy fat that he will grow out of but his arse is ample. Let’s just say my man hands would love to squeeze those globes. Back in my flat I heard it again. That screeching banshee had her knickers in a twist about something. The boy as usual shouted back, his voice breaking every now and then. So cute. But then something changed. Something occurred that had never happened before. No, her screaming didn’t stop, I wished it would, but his shouting back did. She continued to scream at him angrier than I had ever heard her before but his voice was completely different. There was no anger in it anymore. There was fear. I could tell he was crying. It sounded like he was apologising and asking… No, begging for her forgiveness. I don’t speak Polish so had no way to be sure. With a final barage of screeching I heard the door to their flat slam hard and then… silence, ‘Guess one of them left.’ I thought to myself. I didn’t know at the time just how right I was. The next day I did my usual and waited for him to get home from school. As he always does he shouted over to me, “Don’t close the door.” I gave him a nod confirming I heard him. He walked past, blue eyes, “Thank you.” Ample butt, up the stairs, me in my flat, I heard the door to their flat open and close and prepared for the daily screeching to begin… but it didn’t. No screaming, no shouting… just silence. ‘Weird.’ I think to myself but hey, I’ll take it. I hate the sound of that bitch’s voice. I pity the boy for having to live with it and I’m glad that, for today at least, he has been spared his daily ordeal. Maybe she got sick and lost her voice. Who knows. The next day came and just like the previous four days we both went through the same motions. His usual request, my usual acquiescence. His usual trudging up the stairs, my usual eye fucking of his big beautiful butt… God I want it! To hold those cheeks and squeeze them, to masage them, to pull them apart and make way for my tongue and then my- Oh! Sorry. I get easily side tracked when a sexy young boy is involved. Where was I? Oh yeah, so I’m back in my flat when I hear the door to theirs open and close again followed by… nothing. Again there was no screaming, screeching or shouting, ‘Huh… very strange. Maybe she actually calmed the fuck down finally… ‘ I hoped. Being a Friday I went out to the local chippy for my weekly treat of fish and chips. I eat while walking back and throw about half the chips away into the large dust bin as I approach my block of flats. They always give me too much and I never finish them. I chill out in my flat for a bit then decide it’s time for a spliff. I get out my box and skin up a fat joint before going outside to the smoking area. As soon as I walk out there I see him turn to look at me with a start. We just look at each other for a moment before he quickly walks towards me, past me and through the door heading upstairs without saying a word. He was acting strange. As if I had caught him doing something he shouldn’t, ‘Weird… Oh well. Time to fly the friendly skies.’ I think to myself as I walk to where the boy had been standing just moments before. The neighbours don’t mind me smoking cigarettes just outside the door but when it comes to weed they prefer I do it in the bin area that is a little further away from their windows which is fair enough. I spark up, smoke and get high as a kite. Before long I start to feel it, ‘Godammit!’ I thought, ‘Why did I chuck those chips?!’ The munchies always get me. I absentmindedly look over at the dust bin into which I had thrown my paper wrapped, salt and vinegar soaked chips. I had no intention of digging them out of the bin to eat them now. I only get really dirty in the bedroom so would never stoop so low as to eat out of a bin which is lucky since, ‘Wait… huh?’ The paper was now empty. Not a single chip in sight, ‘Ah fuck. The rats are back.’ I thought. Me and a few of the other tenants had complained to the building management team for months about the rat problem in the bin area before they finally did something about it and now it looked as though we had to go through all of that again. I decided to go back inside and make a sandwich before sitting down to play video games all night. It was Monday before I saw him again. I did my usual thing and waited for him at three twenty… but he didn’t come. Three thirty came and still no sign of him. Three forty. Three fifty. Four o’clock, ‘Where the hell is he?’ I asked myself while actually getting a little worried. I was on my fourth cigarette by the time he showed up at four fifteen. He was walking and not riding his bike. As he approached I could see there was something different about him. He seemed… dishevelled, scruffy. Not like him at all and certainly not like his stuck up bitch of a mother to let him leave their home looking like that. I had to ask, “No bike today?” He glanced up at me with a look I couldn’t quite place, fear maybe?, “Err… no. No bike. I sell.” I frowned. He loved that bike, “You sold your bike?” He nodded while looking at the ground, “Yes. I sell.” He walked past me and up the stairs. I didn’t see him for a while after that. He came back at different times and I lost all ability to accurately predict his arrival. When I did see him again it was clear he had been wearing the same clothes for a few days and I have to be honest, he had started to smell. On Thursday I was out smoking my cigarette in the hope I would see him again and my heart skipped a beat when I did but my excitement was short lived. He was running when he came around the corner. There were some other boys running with him… No. Not running with him. Running after him. They shouted, laughed and taunted him, “Get him!” The boy tripped and was soon surrounded. I threw down my freshly lit cigarette and approached the lads now kicking him on the floor, “Back the fuck off!” “Piss off cunt!” One of the little shits said. I ran at them and they began to scatter, “IF I SEE ANY OF YOU LITTLE SHITS AGAIN I’LL RAPE YOUR HOLES!” I was furious and would certainly make good on my threat given the chance. After they had fled I looked down at the Polish boy crying on the floor. I reached out my hand, “Hey. Lemme help you up.” He took my hand and I lifted him up, “Thank you.” He sniffed and wiped his eyes and nose on his already filthy shirt sleeve. “What was all that about?” I asked. He shook his head while fighting back tears, “No. I go.” He walked away. I stood there trying to figure out what the hell just happened when my phone rang. I answered it, “Hello?” “Mr. Watkins?” A womans voice. “Yeah?” I replied “Hi there. This is Sharon calling from Bellview building management.” “Oh hi.” I was a little surprised they got back to me so quickly, “Is this about the rat problem?” “Yes sir.” Sharon said, “Or more accurately the lack of one.” “What do you mean?” “Well sir, we had an exterminator out to the property and he couldn’t find any evidence the rats had returned. No droppings or gnawing marks-” “There ARE rats though.” I asserted, “They’ve been getting into the bins to find food.” “Well sir I’m sorry but the exterminator reported to us he couldn’t find any evidence that that is the case.” “You calling me a liar?” I asked. “No sir.” Sharon spoke smuggly, “Just mistaken.” “Look I know there are rats here.” “Have gou seen them?” She asked. “No.” I had to admit, “But they have been eating out of the bins.” “Well sir if you do see some rats be sure to send us a picture or video evidence and we will contact the exterminator again but until then there is nothing we can do.” Sharon’s arrogance was overwhelming, “Is there anything else I can do for you?” “Anything else?” God I hate this company, “You haven’t done ANYTHING for me!” A long silence followed, “… … … Okay. Well if that’s everything have a nice day sir.” “Hey Sharon?” “Yeah?” “Go fuck yourself.” I hung up. The next day I was unlucky and timed my cigarette wrong so I didn’t see him, ‘Oh well, it’s Friday. Time for fish and chips then a spliff.’ After going down to the chippy and walking back I had eaten my fill and tossed the remainder in the bin before going inside and skinning up. Opening the fire exit I looked towards the bins and saw the most heartbreaking thing I ever had. The boy was there, his face black from the ink of the newspaper my fish and chips had been wrapped in as he licked it clean. The rustling of the paper around his ears must have covered the sound of me opening bahçelievler escort the door. I was stunned as the revelation hit me, ‘He’s been eating out of the trash… there are no rats… ahhh shit! Now I have to apologise to that bitch Sharon.’ I walked slowly towards him still unnoticed. When I was just a few feet away I interrupted him, “Hey.” He was startled and dropped the paper, spinning around to stare at me wide eyed. He was terrified. He turned on his heel and ran, “Hey! Wait a minute!” I called after him as he turned the corner and disappeared. I sighed. I’m not running after him. I put my spliff in my mouth and brought the flame of the lighter up to it- “Argh!” I know that voice… , “Argh! No!” I dropped my spliff and ran in the direction of the screams. Turning the corner I could see the poor boy had run straight into the gang that had been chasing him the day before. Just as I saw them one landed a right hook to the poor boy’s eye, “HEY!” I shouted as I ran toward the group. They scattered as the Polish boy fell to the floor. I stopped when I reached him, “YEAH YOU BETTER RUN YOU LITTLE CUNTS!” I knelt down and placed my hand on his shoulder and shook it a little, “Hey… hey you awake?” He slowly came around and looked up at me in a daze. I could tell, even through the ink that stained his face, that was gonna be a shiner, “We should get something on that. Come on.” I stood up and reached my hand down to him. He sniffed, took my hand and I pulled him up. We both walked back to my flat together. Inside I asked him, “You want a cup of tea?” He sniffed again and nodded, “Yes.” Please hasn’t really entered his everyday vocabulary yet. He isn’t rude, it’s just the language barrier, “Okay. Sit down and I’ll boil the kettle.” He walked quietly over to the couch and sat down while I filled the kettle and set it to boil. My flat isn’t huge. In fact it is tiny. The kitchen and lounge are one room so standing by the fridge I’m no more than five feet away from him as I open it and go to the ice box. After retrieving the bag of frozen peas I close it again and hand them to him, “Here.” He takes the bag and looks at me confused, “For your eye.” I explained as I mimicked holding it to my own face. He understood and placed the bag onto his punched eye with a sharp intake of breath betraying the pain he felt. As I turned back to the kettle and prepared two cups of sweet tea (his with a little exra sugar to help him recover) he sat quietly on the couch behind me. When I turned around a few minutes later I saw him holding one of my many framed pictures that sit on the shelf by the side of my couch. It was the picture of me and a couple of friends shirtless at Pride a few years before. He was staring at it open mouthed. I saw his eyes scan the other photos of me and my friends having fun at various other obviously gay events, rainbow flags galore. Finally he looks at me and just stares as this new realisation sinks in. I guess his mum never told him. I wondered why for a moment before walking over and placing his tea on the coffee table in front of him, “Here. That should help you feel better.” He put the picture back down qhere he had gotten it and picked up his mug, “Thank you.” He sipped the sweet, milky liquid. “Lemme get you something to clean your face.” I went to the bathroom and retrieved some wet wipes. I handed them to him and he took them without a word, proceeding to clean the newspaper ink away. Once done he looked around then at me, “I can take it.” I said as i took the dirty wipe and threw it in the bin. I sat down next to him and had to ask, “Okay… what is going on?” He shook his head, “No… ” I persisted, “Really though. Something is clearly wrong. Whatever it is you can talk to me.” He still just sat silently, “Look I don’t wanna do this but if you are unsafe I have to go upstairs and speak with your mother-” “No!” He looked at me with worry. “I’m sorry but I have to.” I stood up. “No!” There was genuine fear in his voice, “You can’t!” I began walking towards the door, “I have to. I really am sorry.” “She go!” He shouted. I froze with my hand on the door knob and looked back at him, “What?” He sniffed and looked down at the floor, “She go… she leave.” “Your… your mother left you?” I asked and he nodded. It all made sense now. The distinct lack of her incessant screeching, his dishevelled appearance, his eating out of the trash. The bitch abandoned him, “… Well… where did she go?” He shook his head, “You don’t know?” Again the frozen peas move from side to side to answer no, “… and I suppose you have no way of contacting her?” “No… ” He answered quietly, “… mama no want.” Tears began to form in his eyes as he looked down at the floor. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. What kind of mother would just up and leave her own son to fend for himself? I moved to sit next to him on the couch, “Why did she leave?” His face began to scrunch up into a pained expression and he began to sob, “Oh whoa whoa I’m sorry! I’m sorry! We don’t have to talk about that. Im sorry… err… ” His sobbing did subside a little. I thought quickly about how to distract him from his obvious pain, “… hey umm… you hungry?” He sniffed and nodded, “Okay. I’ll make you a sandwich.” I busied myself in the kitchen and began to make the boy a cheese and ham sandwich. I gave it to him on a plate and told him, “You can stay here tonight if you like.” “Why?” He looked at me confused. I knew why he was asking, he did live in the flat upstairs. “I’m willing to bet since your mum left things haven’t been all that easy. If you like you can stay here tonight. You can have a shower and I’ll wash your clothes.” I’m guessing since the electrics in these flats runs on meters he has run out of money for it hence his smell and dirty clothes. No power means cold showers and no washing machine, “What do you say?” He thought for a moment before nodding, “Thank you.” “No problem.” He ate his sandwich and when he was done I showed him to the bathroom, a full nine feet away from the couch (god I need to move into a bigger place) and left him to have a shower. I took his dirty clothes and tossed them into the washer/dryer with a few of my things and grabbed him an old t-shirt of mine along with some sweats. They were too big for him but he can tie the cord. Standing at the bathroom door I can hear the water running as I knock and open the door a crack, “Hey. I got you some stuff to wear. I’ll just drop them on the floor. Okay?” “Yes.” Came his answer over the sound of the water, “Thank you.” I dropped the soft cotton comfy clothes into the bathroom and left him to it. I immediately went to my bedroom and closed the door. I locked it and stood there trying to take the situation in, ‘He’s naked in my bathroom right now… all that hot steamy water just cascading down his sweet boy body… running over his big beautiful butt… he’s all wet ahhh fuck! I need to cum.’ I needed relief and I needed it now! I undid my belt and slipped out of my jeans. I laid back on the bed and quickly rubbed one out listening to shower running and thinking about him in there. After I came I cleaned up and put on my other pair of sweats before returning to the lounge and waited for him to emerge from the bathroom which he did wearing the clothes I had given him. They were of course too big for him but he looked so cute with my clothes hanging baggily on his smaller frame. He looked at me with tired eyes, one of which was already showing signs of the large bruise that would definitely be there tomorrow. “Feel better?” I asked. “Yes.” He nodded. “Good. ” I could see he was tired, “Hey so, this couch folds out into a bed. It takes just a second to set it up so of you wanna go to sleep just say the word.” “Sleep yes.” He responded, “Thank you.” “Alright then.” I set up the sofa bed and fixed him a glass of water. I had a new toothbrush I was planning to switch to soon but decided he could have it. As I left the room showing him which switch controlled which lights it occurred to me, “I just thought, I don’t know your name.” He looked at me with his beautiful blue eyes and said, “Mikolaj Nowak.” Then a moment later, “Miko.” “Miko… ” Of course he has a beautiful name, “Well it’s nice to meet you properly Miko.” I held out my hand and he took it, “My name is Henry. Henry Watkins.” “Henry.” He said as he shook my hand, “Please to meet.” I smiled as my hand let go of his soft touch and he smiled back, “Goodnight Miko.” I heard him say, “Goodnight Henry.” As I closed the door and went into my room. I closed the door but didn’t need to lock it. I laid in bed with my thoughts, ‘He’s sleeping here… In my flat… He is just in the next room right now… maybe he got naked to sleep… maybe he is jerking off right now… maybe I could- No! … … … just go to sleep.’ The next day I awoke earlier than I usually would on a Saturday. I suppose it was the excitement of seeing my impromptu house guest again. I quietly opened my bedroom door and the door to the lounge. The blinds on my windows are cheap and keep out no light whatsoever so in the early morning sunlight I could see he was still fast asleep. I could also see the sweats and t-shirt on the floor, ‘Holy shit! He did sleep naked!’ This of course made my morning wood ten times harder. I just stood there for a moment looking at him. His peaceful expression offset by his black eye, his exposed chest rising and falling steadily, ‘I knew it. Dark nipples.’ One of his smoothe legs sticking out from under the covers which barely covered his other leg and waist, the obvious lump above his crotch, ‘He’s hard… ‘ My mouth began to water and my breathing sped up. I decided to quietly go back to bed and jerk off again before starting my day. Sat on the edge of my bed I watched myself cum in the tall mirror that stands against the wall. I have to admit, I do look good. What? You think that’s narcissistic? Well… … … shut up. After an incredible orgasm thinking about the naked boy just on the other side of the wall I got up and took a shower before getting dressed. I intentionally made more noise than necessary to ensure he heard and woke up, giving him time to put some clothes on before I entered the kitchen/lounge which had become his temporary bedroom. I knocked first of course, “Hey in there. Is it cool to come in?” “Yes.” Came his response and I opened the door. “Morning.” I said as I beheld him sat on the edge of the pullout sofa bed in just my sweats. I watched him raise his arms showing off his hairless pits as he pulled on my t-shirt, “I’m gonna boil the kettle. You want a tea or coffee?” “Tea. Yes.” He replied as his head appeared out of the top of the shirt. “Alrighty then.” I set about making us a hot drink and when done I handed him his mug, “Here. I usually cook a nice breakfast on Saturdays. Would you like a fry up?” He looked at me confused, “You know… a full english.” Still he didn’t understand, “Sausages, bacon, eggs… ” “Ohhh… yes thank you.” He smiled, “Very nice food.” I chuckled, “Yeah haha. Yeah a fry up is very nice food.” I put away the fold out bed and made it a couch again. I then gave him the remote for the smart TV and showed him how to access Netflix. He began watching a show called ‘Sex education’ while I busied myself making our breakfast. I kept looking over at him while he watched the show, he started a few episodes in so I guess he had already started watching it. I couldn’t help but notice his hand absentmindedly rubbing his crotch every now and then. It didn’t take long before I made the connection with this activity and the fact it happened when Asa Butterfield was shirtless or nearly naked on screen, ‘Ah… I see… ‘ With breakfast cooked I sat next to him on the couch and we ate together watching the rest of the episode. I have to admit I never had any interest in the show before but it was good. Pretty funny and lots of sexy boys. I might actually watch the whole thing. After we were done I took our empty plates and placed them in the sink. I decided to leave the dishes until later and sat back down with Miko on the couch. It was time we had a chat, “Okay. So… I know you don’t want to talk about certain things but really, we need to discuss this situation.” He nodded as he looked down, “I know… ” “Okay… hmm… ” I took a moment to gather my thoughts, “Your mum is gone. I’ve never seen your dad… ” He looked at me and shook his head, “No. He make us leave.” “Your dad threw you and your mum out?” He nodded, “That’s why you came here?” He nodded again, “Why did he do that?” For a moment Miko just looked at me with a deep sadness in his eyes before looking across the pictures of me and my friends having a great time draped in rainbow flags (The real one. Not the commie bullshit ones). After looking at them for a long time he looked back at me, seemingly having decided he could trust me, “He find… he find me and friend… in bed.” His expression became a mixture of sadness and shame, “Angry and Shout… Hit me. Me and mama have to leave. He tell all. We must leave Poland.” He picked up his mug and drank the last of his tea, “We come here. She angry. Blame me. Say to pray in church. No more bad me but… ” His eyes began to water, “… I still bad… She find… pictures… she angry. Shout and… and… she leave.” Tears began to flow as he looked at me. His words were now sobs, “I… I still bad… ” He began to cry. My heart was breaking. This poor boy. He was gay and was having some innocent fun with his friend when his father had found them, kicked bakırköy escort him and his mother out and spread the word to their local community. They had fled here and when the boy couldn’t do the impossible and change his sexuality the evil bitch abandoned him like he was nothing. What made it worse is that he actually seemed to believe their bullshit about there being something wrong with him. This shit made me furious but all that anger took a backseat to my overwhelming urge to hug him, “Oh… oh you poor thing… ” I opened my arms, “Come here.” He fell into my embrace as he cried. I wrapped my arms around him and held him close trying to soothe him however I could, “Shhh shhh shhh… it’s okay… let it all out… ” He did. I listened to his wails and cries of anguish as tears formed in my own eyes and I hugged him tighter, “Shhh I got you… I got you… you’re alright… ” He cried for a long time. His tears were staining my shirt but I didn’t care. He was more important, “You’re okay… you really are. There is nothing wrong with you. You aren’t bad. Okay? You understand that? You are not bad.” He left my embrace to wipe his eyes while shaking his head, “No. I bad… I like… I like man… That bad-” “No it isn’t!” I said forcefully causing him to look into my eyes, “There is nothing… NOTHING wrong or bad about being gay. It is just who we are and you shouldn’t feel guilt or shame about it at all.” “But-” “No buts!” Pun not intended, “I mean it. Anyone who makes you feel bad for just being yourself is themselves the bad one. They should be ashamed. Not you.” I could tell from his expression this was the first time someone had actually said this to him. I decided to hit my point home, “Do you think I am bad?” He looked at me for a while. I could tell he was thinking over all the interactions we had had together, me opening the door for him every day, me saving him from that gang twice, me offering him a warm and safe place to stay, letting him use the shower, lending him clothes while I washed his, feeding him and making hin hot drinks and finally holding him as he wept. He came to his realisation, “No… no you… you good man.” “A good GAY man.” I smiled, “See. Just because you are gay doesn’t make you bad. Okay?” He looked at me and I swear I could see the weight of the world being lifted from his shoulders in real time. A small smile began to form at the corners of his mouth, “….R… really?” I smiled at him a little wider as I placed my hand on his shoulder, “Really.” His smile widened as he sniffed and wiped his eyes “Okay… okay I… I no bad.” “That’s right.” I squeezed his shoulder, “You are not bad. You are good. You are a good boy.” He nooded and smiled, “Thank you.” We just sahred the moment smiling at each other while looking into each others eyes before he asked, “Can I… have hug?” “Of course you can.” I opened my arms again and he snuggled up close to me on the couch. I wrapped my arms around him and held him close as we watched the rest of the episode together. I once again couldn’t help noticing the increased pace of his breathing whenever Asa was shirtless on screen as his hand wandered down south. In one particularly hot scene where Asa came while fucking some girl Miko let out an audible, “Hmmm… ” as the camera focused in on the actor’s cum face. I had to ask, “You like him huh?” He looked up at me with worry momentarily before remembering that I was safe. He smiled a coy smile and nodded, “Yes.” He turned back to the TV and nestled into me again, “He look like my friend.” “Your friend was older than you?” I asked. “Yes.” He answered, “My friend eighteen.” I decided to press my luck, “You like older guys?” I tried to continue to breathe normally but I’m sure he could feel my sped up heartbeat. “Yes.” He said smiling up at me, “I like man.” “I can tell.” I said as my eyes wandered to his hand rubbing his crotch. He followed my gaze and stopped as soon as he realised what he was doing. He looked back up at me with a mixture of amusement and embarrassment. God I love it when a boy gets all shy, “Hey don’t worry. I agree he is hot. I would.” I smile at him. “Would what?” He asked genuinely confused by my words. “You know.” I said before looking at his expression and realising he didn’t understand, “What I mean is I would… I would have sex with him if the opportunity arose.” “Ohhh… ” He got it and smiled at me, “I would.” I smiled back. It felt good to teach him. As the credits began to roll I stopped the auto play before the next episode began, “Okay. You should take a shower while I get your clothes ready.” “Okay.” He responded while staning up. He began walking towards the bathroom but stopped and turned back to me. He just stood there looking at me for a while. “You okay?” I asked, “You want a fresh towel? There is one in there.” “No… towel okay… ” He smiled a little smile and looked me up and down, “I would.” He turned quickly and walked into the bathroom closing the door behind him. I sat there wondering why he felt the need to tell me again he would like to fuck Asa Butterfield but I dismissed it and set about ironing his now clean and dry clothes. As I hung them up I could hear the water of the shower running and wondered if he was in there jerking off right now. This thought again got me hard as fuck, ‘Goddammit! If he stays with me too long my cock is gonna be red raw before long-‘ … ‘… wait a minute… ‘ His eyes looking me up and down… “I would… ” His sexy accent and broken English. He just learned that phrase and what it meant. He said it… looking at me… could he have been telling me… is it wishful thinking? The sound of the shower stopped and I heard the curtain being pulled back, ‘He’s in there. Naked and wet. He… I think… I think he likes me… ‘ I stood by the bathroom door and raised my hand to knock. With my heart in my throat I tapped on the door, “Err.. Miko?… may I… may I come in?” “Yes.” Came his answer. I opened the door and stepped into the steamy bathroom. I looked at the sexy, wet twelve year old standing before me, a towel wrapped around his waist. He looked back at me with the innocence of an angel, his blue eyes sparkling. I looked him up and down and swallowed before finally managing to say, “… I would.” There it was. I had said it and let it hang in the air between us wondering what his reaction would be. He just looked at me with a blank expression for a long time as the silence felt heavy between us in the damp air. After a while the edge of his lips began to curl into a little smile. Without saying a word he grabbed the towel and pulled. The wet cotton sheet fell to the floor and for the first time I beheld Miko completely naked. My god… he was more beautiful than I could have ever dreamed. The boy was completely hairless. His frame suggested that when he got older he would be a little stocky but certainly not fat. His smoothe chest and tummy held a little puppy fat his dick and balls were well on their way into puberty albeit without a hair in sight. The skin of his cock and scrotum was darker than the rest of him even relative to his tanned tone. As I stood there trying to remember to breathe I watched his dick begin to grow. He approached me slowly holding my gaze. When close enough he reached out his hand and placed it on my crotch. His fingers found my hard shaft through the soft cotton fabric of my sweats and squeezed causing me to take in a sharp shuddering breath. He smiled up at me, “… You… like me?” I was in a trance. I couldn’t move or speak. This was it. The moment I had dreamt about since the day I first saw him… and I simply couldn’t do anything. I just stared down at the beautiful naked boy currently squeezing my hard cock through my sweats. Luckily oxygen is required to live so when I took a breath I was knocked out of it, “Ahem! Ahh… y yes… yes I like you… ” Gulp, “Very very much.” This answer pleased him as his smile grew and his other hand reached behind my neck. He gently pulled my head down so our lips could meet and we shared our first kiss. It was indescribable. The smell and taste of him was like nothing I had ever experienced. It was as if someone had made the perfect mixture innocence, joy and sex and Miko was the result. After a few moments I felt his tongue push past my lips and we began making out. His friend had taught him well. He was a passionate kisser, gentle and sensual. Distracted by my dreams coming true I didn’t notice his hand leaving my dick. He pushed his body against mine and took my hands in his. He guided them around his back and down to his, ‘Oh my god… ‘ “Hmm… ” I moaned into his mouth slightly as my hands grabbed a cheek each. My god his arse felt incredible being gripped and squeezed by my fingers. I continued to kiss him as my hands massaged his globes and he began grinding his now hard boy cock against my thigh. I felt the hem of my sweats being pulled then his other hand fondling my achingly hard cock. His hand pulled down and the sweat pants fell to the floor as he broke our kiss. He opened his eyes as I opened mine and smiled up at me before bending down, my cock still in hand. He brought his mouth to my dick and began to lick the sensitive tip, pulling back on my foresking a little, “Ohhh… ” I placed one hand on the wall for balance as my body shivered with anticipation. I watched his little puppy tongue lick all around the head of my cock before, “Ohhhffffuck!” He sucked my dick into his mouth, “Oh fuck! Goddam… ” This certainly isn’t the first blowjob he’s given. His friend taught him VERY well, “Goddam Miko!” I honestly don’t think I would jave lasted much longer with him slurping, licking and sucking my dick, getting most of my length in too, but that didn’t matter. As quickly as the blowjob had started it stopped. He stood up and looked at my flustered expression before walking past me and out of the bathroom. I was a little stunned so didn’t move for a moment. When I did move I spun around and looked into the kitchen/lounge to see he wasn’t there, “Miko?” I stepped out of my sweats as I left the bathroom. I heard a noise to my left and turned towards it. Looking through my open bedroom door I could see Miko kneeling on my bed making a pile of pillows in the centre of it. When he had a few of them neatly stacked he turned his head to look at me before turning back and laying down, the pillows under him raising his abundant butt. He looked back at me with his head on the mattress while his hands found their way to his butt cheeks. His fingers pulled them apart exposing his tight pink hole to me as he stuck out his tongue and licked the air, his eyes never leaving mine. The message was clear. I removed my shirt to become as naked as he was. I moved to get onto the bed with him. My breathing was heavy as I knelt behind him and reached out placing my hands on his smoothe back and began to rub. I ran my hands over his body from his neck down to his butt and once they were there my hands took over from his holding apart his cheeks. I bent over bring my face to his arse and pushed my nose and mouth in between his beautiful boy pillows. I breathed deep enjoying his smell, ‘This must be what heaven smells like’ I thought to myself, ‘I wonder how he tastes… ” “Hmmm!” He moaned as my tongue glided across his closed hole, my hands holding his cheeks apart as his gripped the sheets either side of him. I licked up and down his crack getting it all wet with my saliva making sure to play with his little ball sack as I did. I teased his puckered pink entrance a little with my tongue enjoying the cute noises he made as I did. I decided it was time to venture inside, “Ohhh! Ohhh… ” My tongue pushed past his tight sphincter and became the first part of my body to enter him. As I tongue fucked the boy he instinctively began to move his hips, grinding his hard cock into the pillows that held up his butt to my mouth. I continued to feast on his hole and enjoyed his cute little squeals and moans of pleasure. He was loving this and so was I but eventually my tongue began to cramp up. I did fight through it for as long as I could totally committed to giving him as much pleasure as I possibly could but finally I had to stop, “Mmmmwah! … Oh fuck me… ” I wiped my mouth with my hand as I admired his slightly loosened hole which looked so inviting. I moved my body over his slowly kissing my way up his back until my lips found his neck. I whispered in his ear, “You tatse amazing.” I kissed his cheek. “You… phew!… You good lick haha.” He giggled oh so adorably. He opened his eyes and began to move to turn over pushing me up to hold my weight above him. Once laying on his back below me he looked in my eyes and smiled. I watched him take his own cock in his and while using his other one to touch my lips, “Suck.” Again the message was clear. He wanted me to suck his dick. I didn’t need to be told twice as I quickly moved my head down to his crotch. I took his hard boy cock in between my thumb and a couple of fingers and stroked his belly with my other hand as I looked up to lock my eyes with his as he looked down at me. As I pulled back on the skin of his shaft retracting his foreskin to expose the purple head he took in a deep breath. He released it as my tongue began to playfully lick all around the exposed head of his cock. With my hand traveling up to his chest to play with his nipples I could feel his little heart pounding. His eyes never left mine as my tongue continued to tease him, looking at me pleadingly. It was time. balgat escort I closed my eyes and sucked the full length of his shaft into my mouth, “Hoooohhhhh… ” His body shivered as my mouth worked his hairless boy cock, my lips moving up and down his shaft, my tongue playing with the head in my mouth, sucking as I went. His hands once again gripped the bedsheets as tingles of pleasure shot through his body, “Ahh! Ahh! … Hooohhh kurwa!” I didn’t need to speak Polish to understand that one. He was loving this. His legs came up so his thighs were hugging my face as his hands found my head. He began running his fingers through my hair as I continued to pleasure him orally. I decided to up the ante. With his legs up his oh so sweet hole was available to me again. I took his dick out of my mouth and looked at him as he opened his eyes to look at me and see why I had stopped. Holding his gaze I put a couple of fingers in my mouth to wet them and then began to reach down to his crack while he nodded, still breathing fast. He knew what was coming. I again sucked his dick into my mouth as my middle finger pushed inside him, “Ahhh! Ahhhyyyyesss!… Yes Henry!” God I loved hearing him say my name in his sexy accent. I timed my sucking with finger fucking the boy. My tongue had loosened him more than I thought and soon it was clear that he needed another finger so I pushed my index finger in there as well, “Hah! Ahhh! Hooohhhh kurwa! Kuuurrrwa!” I was really going to town on his cock and arse now. I wanted to please him. I wanted him to feel so good, so amazing. I wanted to make him cum. The boy was beside himself as he held onto the bedsheets for dear life. His whimpers and moans of pleasure music to my ears, “Ah! Ah! Ahhhahahaaaah!” I knew he wouldn’t last much longer. I could feel his body begin to writhe as his climax rose. Then it happened. As I jammed my fingers up inside him as far as they would go he let out a gutteral growel of pleasure, “Hunnngggggrrrrr… ” He bucked on the bed as his rock hard cock pulsated in my mouth. His whole body tensed up as wave after wave of ecstasy flowed through him. Making sure to suck him hard as I removed his twitching dick from my mouth I let his still hard member slip out from between my lips and slap against his tummy as I removed my fingers from his ass. I sat up allowing the boys legs to fall down and just watched him in the throes of sexual pleasure. God he was beautiful. This must be what angels look like all the time. I moved to sit with my legs off the edge of the bed and watched him enjoying the gift I had just given him, his boyish chest rising and falling with each deep breath as he slowly came back to reality. After a few moments his breathing had steadied and his eyes fluttered open. He sat up leaning back on his hands and looked at me with a smile, “Thank you Henry.” God he was precious. I smiled back, “No problem.” He looked at his softening cock and flicked it a couple of times before looking at my still raging hard on. He looked in my eyes and grinned then moved to the side of the bed, standing up and turning towards me. He placed a hand on each side of my face and leaned down, bringing his lips to mine and giving me a passionate kiss. His lips left mine and he looked deep into my eyes, our breathing in sync. He knelt down between my legs and licked his hand before taking my hard shaft in it. He began rubbing as he bent over and once again sucked my dick into his mouth, “Ohhh… fuck yeah Miko… ” I looked at the mirror leant against the wall and watched his perfect twelve year old bubble butt bob up and down a little as his mouth worked. He did it differently this time. It took me a moment to realise what he was doing but when I did my heart skipped a beat, ‘No way… does he want me to… oh my god!’. He wasn’t giving me a blowjob. His licking and spitting betrayed his true intentions as my cock became absolutely soaked in his saliva. I guess him and his friend never had the luxury of lube so this was all the boy knew when it came to doing this. Once he was satisfied my dick was wet enough Miko stood up and spat into his hand before reaching down behind himself. I watched in the mirror as the boy made sure he was still ready down there, pulling on his big butt cheek with one hand while slipping a couple of wet fingers up inside himself before stepping towards me. He leaned down and again engaged me in a passionate kiss, wrapping one arm around my neck while he got up onto the bed with me. With each of his legs by my side he had straddled me while we continued to make out. I felt his hand grab my dripping dick and guide it to its destination, his open and waiting boy pussy. The head slipped over his entrance a couple of times before he lined me up perfectly then pushed down a little with his body weight. I could feel my dick demanding entry and his asshole stretching to accect. He pushed a little more… then a little more… then just a little more until finally, “Hmmmmm!” He moaned into my mouth as my cock head popped up iside him. “Mmm! Mmmffff! Mmmwahhh! Oh my god!” I broke our kiss as his tight, hot hole gripped my cock like a vice. He let his head fall onto my shoulder as he again pushed down, “Ahhhhfffuck you’re tight!” I watched in the mirror as my cock slowly disappeared up indisde the boy, drilling ever deeper into him with each push down he made, “Ohhhh Miko… ” I wrapped my arms around my angel and held him close to me as the lad’s ass continued to devour my hard member. Just a couple of inches left now. Another push down on it, “Ahhh! Ahhhh… ” There. Balls deep. Looking in the mirror and seeing my dick fully up inside him, my balls sat just below his luscious boy butt cheeks was almost enough to make me cum right there but I managed to control myself. “Hmmm… ” Miko made cute whimpering noises as his insides stretched to acclimatise to my invasion. I rubbed his back and kissed his neck, “Shhh… Good boy… You are such a good boy Miko… ” We sat like that for a few minutes, my dick aching to fuck his ass and make love to him. Eventually he lifted his head and looked deep into my eyes as he lifted himself ever so slightly, both of us breathing in deep as he let himself fall back down on my cock again. He repeated this motion slowly a few times and I felt my dick moving deep inside him. I knew he could feel it too as his eyes and mine remained locked. He sped up a little and closed his eyes, “Ahhh… Hmmm oh!… Ohhh… Ah! Ahhh… ” God I loved the noises he made as my dick slipped up and down inside him. He was doing well but it was time for the man to take control, “Oh god Miko! Oh fuck… Ah! Come here!” I pulled the boy close to me and held him tight. I began to rock my hips, taking over all movement, and carried on with this act of anal penetration. His head over my shoulder as I looked past his at our reflection in the mirror. I watched myself fucking the preteen boy’s perfect bubble butt harder and faster until I needed more grip on him, “Hooohhhhh… Ohh man!… Oh! Hold… Ah! Hold onto me Miko! Ahhh… wrap your… wrap your arms around my shoulders!” The boy complied, “Ohhh good boy… good boy… Now just… Just hold on!” My hands slipped down his back and found his ass cheeks. I held a globe in each hand and enjoyed the view of his flesh being squeezed between my fingers as I gripped hard, “Oh fuck! Oh my god your ass is fucking perfect!” I finally told him what I had wanted to since the first day I saw him riding by on his bike. Holding his ample ass in my hands I lifted him up and let him fall back down on my dick. I did this over and over, increasing speed and force each time until I was slamming him down on my dick hard. “Ah! Ah! Ah! Hahh! Ahhh… Oh Henaahhh!… Oh Henry! Ah! Ah!” I knew he was loving it just as much as me. He held on for dear life with his arms around my neck and his legs around my waist. He had resigned himself to being my fuck toy and was enjoying every moment of the experience. I suppose his friend was always the one in control and that is how Miko liked it. I lostened to him breathing hard in my ear as I ploughed him, our hearts beating hard and fast in our chests, felt by the other through his own. The skin of both our bodies slid smoothly against each other thanks to the thin layer of sweat that covered us. “Ohhh… Oh fuck! Oh fuck Miko!” As I pumped the boys entire body up and down on my rock hard cock dribbles of his salive mixed with my precum and his ass juices trickled down over my ball sack and dripped onto the laminated wood flooring below, “Oh! Oh! Oh god!” I wouldn’t be able to last much longer. “Ah! Ah! Ahhh!” The boy’s cock had become hard again and was rubbing against my belly with each thrust, “Ahhhhenryyyyy!” “Yeah? Ah! Ah! You ah! You like that?!” His butt cheeks slapping hard and fast against my thighs, “You ung… Ah! ahhh! You like me fucking your ass?! Ah! Ah!” “Yes I… Ahhhh… Yes Henry! Ahhh! I like! I ah ah ah… I like! Ah! Ahhhh!” I was so close, “Oh fuck! Ah! Ah! I… ah! Ahhhhmmagonnacum! I’m gonna… AH! AHHH! AHHHHHHHHH! Aaaahhhhhhhh… ” With a few final forceful thrusts I buried my cock as deep in the boy as it would go. I felt my dick pulsating as it deposited my seed in his bowels. It just kept coming as I enjoyed the most intense orgasm I had ever had in my life. Apparently feeling my man juice fill him up was enough to push Miko to his own second boygasm as he made the cutest and sexiest noises I had ever heard, “Hoooohhhhh… ahhhh… ” His body shivered and his ass retracted, squeezing yet more cum out of my dick. I had seeded him. He was mine. As far as Miko was concerned he belonged to me now. He lifted his face to mine and through his panting he managed to say breathlessly, “… H… Henry… ” I tore my gaze from the mirror and looked at his face, “… Kiss… ” I complied and we sat there making out for a full ten minutes while coming down from our sexual high. I could feel my dick deflating and knew it would soon plop out of him naturally. This is something I wanted to watch and burn the vision into my memory forever so I broke our kiss and placed my hand on the back of his head, pushing his head to my shoulder so I could watch it happen in the mirror. I held him close and soothed him, “Shhh… shhh just lemme hold you… shhh good boy… very good boy.” The boy relaxed completely in my embrace and soon it happened. My now softened man meat slipped out of his hole dripping with saliva, ass juice and now my thick white cum, “Oh my god… ” My cum dripping from his gaping, freshly fucked boy cunt was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. “Hmmm!” He made more of his oh so adorable noises as I held him tightly to me. “Shhh shhh shhh… you’re okay… you’re okay… ” I laid back holding him close to me. I could feel the wetness of my load leaking from his ass onto my lower belly as he fell asleep on top of me. I kissed my angel’s head and smelt his sweet hair as I drtifted off myself. A few hours passed and I awoke when I felt him shifting his weight off of me. I opened my eyes to see him lying on his back looking at me, hero worship in his eyes, “Henry?” “Yes Miko?” “I… ” He hesitated for just a moment, “I… stay?” “You want to stay here with me?” I asked to confirm my dreams were in fact coming true. He nodded indicating that, yes, they were. I smiled, “Of course you can.” He smiled and all was right with the world. He moved to bring his face to mine, “Thank you Henry.” He kissed me and we passionately made out. The rest of the weekend passed in a beautiful haze of sex. He was an insatiable lover who required constant servicing. His appetite for all things sex was voracious. My poor cock had never worked so hard in all my life but every second was worth it to please my little Polish angel. He quickly became my everything which made it difficult when Sunday evening came and we had to face the reality that this couldn’t last. We had just finished our dinner of pork chops and mashed potatoes and were snuggling naked together on the couch when I finally plucked up the courage to say it, “So… we do need to talk about the future.” He looked up at me, “Future?” I kissed his head, “Yeah. The future. You need to go to school tomorrow. I’ve sorted your clothes and will give you money for lunch but moving forward there will be questions from your teachers about your mother when she doesn’t turn up to parents evening. Also the landlord will notice your rent isn’t being paid.” He sat up, “What we do?” “You go to school. Just like normal.” I stroked his head, “Let me worry about everything else, okay?” He nodded and nestled himself back into me as we relaxed and watched the final episode of his favourite show. Things moved quite quickly after that. He went to school and the landlord called me about upstairs asking, “You seen that Polish bitch?” I explained the situation to him and he immediately contacted social services. They sent over a nineteen year old bitch with everything to prove wearing a rainbow pin (a commie bullshit one) so she was easily manipulated. I threw in words like ‘inclusion’ and ‘equity’. It was easy. Soon she fast tracked me to being Miko’s foster carer. The paperwork is in for me to adopt him as my son and we are now living in our new home. He has a bedroom which he rarely sleeps in and attends a new school where he has lots of friends. He gets home at about three thirty and we fuck only when his homework is done. I like Tuesdays because I’m good at math. I hate Thursdays because I am terrible with geography so it takes longer to do it. I use google most of the time. Me and Miko are so happy. I love him and he loves me. I have to go now. I have rolled a cigarette and you know… … It’s almost three thirty. AUTHOR’S NOTE: Hey all. I hope you enjoyed this one. Sometimes there is something that just stays with you forever. Some moment that happens in passing that means nothing… but it stays in your mind.

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