Hamilton was already waiting for me when I pulled up. I spotted his green Jaguar and pulled in behind it. I got out of my car and walked to meet him. I didn’t know what I expected. Brian’s home was a two story older house. It looked like any other home. It could stand a coat of paint but other than that it was a very well kept home. I looked up at the front door. Behind that door was the man that took pleasure in beating his son...my lover. 

I had to give my Dad credit he tried to be a good Dad. He spent time with me and tried to interest me in sports. Even when he realized I was not much of a sportsman he still took of time with me. He help me with my academics. If I wasn't a jock at least he wanted and intelligent son. He groomed me for Darmouth.

Eventually he enrolled me in Martial Arts and I found that was the one physical activity I enjoyed. That was of course until my first introduction to sex. I enjoyed that physical activity much more. I excelled in it. 

My Dad attended every competition. He finally found a sport I was good at. Of course I liked the physical as well as the meditative parts. My dad was so proud of my success in Martial Arts he bragged about me to all his friends. He was the proud Dad that was until I crushed his dreams and told him I was Gay. But at least by the time he found out I was an adult. Of course after he found out he cut all ties with me. For the past 11 years my Dad had treated me as if I didn't exist. Not a telephone call, not a card. I as far as my Dad was concerned I started dying the day I came out and I officially died when I refused to seek *professional* help to cure my *disease.* My Dad considered being a *queer* a disease like cancer and heart disease. Only it was worst in his eyes, much worse.

I shook off my thoughts. I didn’t have time for that. I had to deal with the problem at hand. Getting Brian away from these people. I knew my gaze had turned cold and hard as I stared at that door imagining the pain and humiliation Brian must have suffered for years behind that door; those walls. Well, never again. It ended now. It ended today. No matter what I had to pay the Kinney’s. I turned to Hamilton. 

“Let’s get this over with,” I said.  The sooner I had those papers signed and was assured Brian would never have to step through that door again the better. 
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We had been sitting in what Mrs. Kinney called *the den* for over 20 minutes. So far I’d let Hamilton do all the talking. That’s what he was paid to do. Plus I didn’t know if I could say a civil word to Joan and Jack Kinney. Anyway it gave me a chance to study Brian’s parents and his so called home. It was very sterile an orderly. Anal. I now knew where Brain got that trait. The house smelled of disinfectant. It felt cold and lifeless. It put me more in mind of a hospital than a home. Religious relics and saints hung from the wall and were prominently displayed on shelves and bookcases. It seemed Mrs. Kinney wanted everyone that stepped through her door to have no doubt that she was a Christian woman. Too bad her actions didn’t mirror that. 

I found it strange that there were no pictures of children growing up, family holidays or even a family portrait scattered around. Nothing to indicate a family with children lived or was living in the house. Nothing to make the house *homey.* No signs of a happy, loving family. The house didn’t feel inviting to be exact if felt cold. Stifling. I shuddered thinking of the kind of childhood Brian had growing up in this house. 

Brian’s mother was a tall woman. She had probably been a very beautiful woman in her youth. Now she looked hard and unyielding. Her dark hair was sprinkle with gray. Her hazel eyes were more brown than green and didn’t have the same fire, openness and softness that Brian’s held. She sat stone faced, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. She made it clear by her body language we were not welcome in her home and she wanted us gone. 

I could see where Brian got his height. From mother and father. His father was tall. Probably an inch or two shorter than Brian. I was sure he didn’t like that Brian was taller. His eyes were gray. Which was probably where Brian had gotten that beautiful green, gold and gray mixture in his hazel eyes. Like his wife he had probably been a very handsome man in his youth. Time, booze and hard living had ravaged his once handsome features. 

We were sitting in what I guessed was his primary domain. Unlike the rest of the house it had no religious relics in it. The main focus of the room was the big screen TV that looked out of placed among the shabby furniture. The room smelled of sweat, stale smoke and liquor. It was cluttered with TV guides, empty beer bottles and overflowing ashtrays. Mr. Kinney leaned back in his worn leather recliner like the proverbial king of the castle his feet propped up, a beer in his hand and a cigarette hanging from his fingers. I had a slight smirk on my face as I observed him. He had not gone unscathed in the *altercation* with Brian. He had a black eye a busted lip and a bruise under his chin. For some sick reason I was proud of Brian. He hadn’t taken the beating without fighting back. I mentally made a note to myself to get him a gift on my way home. A * you the man* gift. I almost laughed out loud at my perverse thinking. No child should be rewarded for striking a parent but then again no child should have to fight their parent to survive. 

I had patiently observed the Kinney’s as Hamilton talked to them. Of course Ham was being very tactful about the whole situation. I listened as Mr. Kinney scoffed at everything Ham said. He dismissed any insinuation that he had abused Brian. Hamilton advised that it would be in everyone’s best interest if the Kinney’s relinquished custody of Brian. Mr. Kinney refused to give an inch. I knew he’d never admit to abusing Brian but I couldn’t understand why he would want him in the house if Brian’s presence aggravated him so much. 

Hamilton tried again. This time he was not as subtle. He hinted that if last night's incident reached the police Mr. Kinney could be placed under arrest and if these allegations reached his employer he could very well be terminated. Hamilton stressed if that occurred Brian would be put in the State’s custody until he was 18. He advised Mr. Kinney if he signed the papers the authorities would not be notified and Brian would be place in a safe and stable home until he reached maturity. The added benefit being the air of tension would be removed from the Kinney’s house. Mr. Kinney was steadfast that he would not relinquish custody of Brian. 

“That’s my boy. I’m his father. His help is needed around this house. I’m not about to give him away. And nothin' you say will make me change my mind,” he said.

He gloated at us triumphantly as he made that statement. I knew his type.  He was all muscle and bluster and no Brains. He was out of his league dealing with Hamilton. I knew the moment that Ham tired of being tactful. His gaze turned to iced coffee as it swept over both the Kinney’s. 

“I have tried to be patient and fair about this entire situation, but it is to no avail. This is the bottom line Mr. and Mrs. Kinney. I have the doctor’s report that states Brian was assaulted last night. I know that the police have been to your home on numerous occasions due to domestic disputes. So you have two choices here. One sign these papers relinquishing custody of Brian. Or I will turn these records over to the Department of Youth Services. Mr. Kinney you will most likely be arrested, taken from the home and quite frankly Mr. Kinney I will assure that your place of employment is aware of the domestic violence occurring in your home. The call is yours.” Hamilton was all business completely hard line. 

“I’ll just deny it. I’ll tell them Sonny Boy’s gettin' too big for his britches and he attacked me.” 

Hamilton scoffed, “Mr. Kinney with the number of times the police have been to your home on domestic dispute charges who do you think they will believe you or your son?” 

“My wife will tell’em that Sonny boy started it. Won’t you Baby?” he cajoled her. 

I looked over at Mrs. Kinney. Until now I had dismissed her. I was interested in what she had to say. 

“I’ll agree with my husband,” she stated emotionlessly.

At first I thought that she was saying this because she was afraid of her husband then it dawned on me. She wasn’t afraid of him she just didn’t want her meal ticket put in jail. She cared more about keeping face and status quo than she did her child. My anger at that moment was greater towards her than her husband. She could have protected Brian or at least gotten him out of this situation but she hadn’t. She put her needs, her wants ahead of her son’s. She had buried herself in her religion while her husband had abused her son. I was more disgusted with her than Mr. Kinney. More than anything I wanted to make sure Brian never had to return to this house again. 

“Why do you two care what happens to the boy anyway?” Mr. Kinney sneered. 

“Someone has to care.” I stared intently at Mrs. Kinney, “The two of you obviously don’t.” 

Mrs. Kinney gasped in outrage. “Young man I have you to know that I love my son very much.” 

“I find that hard to believe Mrs. Kinney. The young man that stumbled to my door last night wasn’t the example of a loved person. He was more the example of a battered and abused person. Plus not once did you or Mr. Kinney worry about his whereabouts when he left here last night. What about a month ago when he disappered for the weekend were you even concerned about where he was? If he was safe?" My voice driped with sarcasm. These people made me sick.


Mr. Kinney staggered to his feet. Most likely still feeling the after effects of his alcoholic binge and the bruises he was nursing. 

“You have no right comin' to my house insultin' me and my wife. I think it is time for you get the fuck out of my house,” he blustered. 

I stood too. Mr. Kinney was a couple of inches taller than I was and more than 50-60 pounds heavier. His size didn’t intimidate me. I’d taken down men larger and in better physical condition than he was in. Hamilton realizing a fight was on the horizon tried to bring some semblance of control to the situation. He placed his hand on my shoulder. 

“Justin this won’t get us anywhere. He is not worth it.” 

Hamilton was right. I swallowed my anger and revulsion. Getting into a fight with Mr. Kinney would not help Brian and it would be an unfair fight since I held a black belt. I let out a calming breath and gave Mr. Kinney a glacial stare. 

“What will it take for you to sign these papers?” 

As I spoke I pulled the envelope from the inside pocket of my leather jacket. Mr. Kinney squinted at me suspiciously trying to figure out what I was up to. 

“Why do you want Sonny boy so bad? Are you one of those fairies?” he asked contemptuously. "I've always told Joanie somethin' was wrong with that boy. He was too beautiful for a boy, too arrogant, too neat, too quiet. Should have figured he was a fuckin' fairy."

I again had to push down my anger. I wanted to hit him so bad my fingers were tingling with the effort to stay still. The icy stare I gave Mr. Kinney made him flinch. 

“Mr. Kinney I really don't have time to listen to your bullshit and frankly I don't give a shit what you think of me.  I just want to get out of this Hell hole you call a home more than you want me out of it. But I’m not leaving here until I have you and your wife’s signatures on these papers.”

Mr. Kinney squinted at me his eyes heavy and blood shot. “Give me one good reason why I should sign those damn papers.”

I threw the envelope containing the $5,000.00 on the table that separated us.

“I’ll give you 5000,” I said.
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Hamilton and I sat at a corner table at Woody’s. I wasn’t prepared to go home yet. The scene with Brian’s parents had left me angry and frankly emotionally drained. I still wanted to punch the shit of Mr. Kinney. I didn’t want to go back to the loft with all this bottled up anger and frustration. 

It was lunch hour and Woody's had a sizable crowdof men looking for a drink and a quick blow job on their lunch hour. I was on my second Jim Beam and seriously thinking about a third. I looked over at the bar. The movers were enjoying a drink on me. They didn’t seem to mind stopping off for a drink after we had loaded up Brian’s belongings. Hell why should they. I was paying for 8 hours at three times the normal rate and they probably wouldn‘t do a good three hours of labor. 

My mind kept drifting back to the scene at the Kinney's house. Mrs. Kinney had reluctantly showed us to Brian’s room. It was in shambles. At least I knew where the fight had taken place. Mrs. Kinney hadn’t bothered to clean the room. A nightstand was over turned, a lamp broken and a few trophies were scattered on the floor. Brian didn’t have any pictures on the wall at all. The furniture in his room was old and worn. It probably hadn’t been changed since he was a young boy. His room contained a tiny twin bed which I’m sure wasn’t long enough for his tall frame. The room had one dresser, his computer, desk, chair and a shelf that held his trophies. Very minimalist. I made sure to get the trophy he mentioned and all his ribbons and certificates. 

There were also pictures of him with a girl a few inches shorter than he was with the same elegant features and hazel eyes. I assumed it was his sister. She looked to be a few years older than Brian. There were several pictures of the two of them together smiling and happy. At least Brian had a few good memories growing up with this family. Mr. Kinney stood in the door watching as the movers packed the room. He wanted to make sure we didn’t take any of the furniture because in his words, *he had purchased it with his hard earned money.* It had taken the movers about an hour to pack up Brian’s belongings and for us to get the Fuck out of that depressing Hell hole. As Mr. Kinney showed me to the door I gave him a warning.

“Stay away from Brian. If he wants to see you he’ll contact you. If you come near him without his consent believe me I’ll make sure you regret it.”

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“Earth to Justin,“ Hamilton said bringing me out of my thoughts. “Well, we got what you wanted. That should keep the asshole away from Brian until Brian turns eighteen,” Hamilton said.

“Yeah,” I mumbled. I threw my double Jim Beam back. It burned and soothed my throat as it went down.

“Well, that should just about conclude our dealings with Mr. And Mrs. Kinney. If he gives you any trouble about the papers he’s signed just give me a call. I’ll handle it. I don’t want you going anywhere near him. I don‘t want Daphne to call me saying you‘re in jail for assault.”

“As long as he stays away from Brian I won’t have a reason to.”

I paused for a few minutes. I had a question to ask Hamilton that was not only personal but very intimate.

“Hamilton just how much trouble am I in for having sexual relations with a minor.“

Hamilton took a sip of his drink before he answered. “It depends on what you’ve done with said minor.”

“What do you think I’ve done?” I asked exasperated. 

“I don’t know. I’m not that familiar with Gay sex. Exactly what sexual acts have you done to him and he to you and how many times?”

I toyed with my shot glass not looking at Hamilton. I didn’t know why this was relevant but I answered anyway. 

“I’ve sucked him, rimmed him and fucked him. He’s only sucked me. Shit I don‘t know how many times. I mean if you count the different sexual acts it could be quite a lot, but if you just count them as individual sessions it‘s not *so* many.”

I looked up when I heard him laughing. “What the fuck is so funny and why in the Hell do you need to know what we did anyway?”

“Nothing really,“ he answered still laughing. “I just asked those questions because I was interested in what you actually did with a guy.”

I gave Hamilton an annoyed look. “I hope I educated you. For the record I don't do the same things with every guy. Brian was different. I was his first. He got the Royal treatmet. Now just answer the fucking question. How much trouble can I get into for fucking Brian?”

“None really but when I get back to the office I'll check to make sure. Brian should be of legal consent age and he‘ll be 18 in less than six months. You should be safe legally.”

“So, I can fuck him without worry about breaking any laws and going to jail?”

“Since you've already had sexual relations with him stopping now won't change anything. As long as you don't fuck him in the streets you should be fine.”

I gave the first genuine smile since I left the loft that morning. “I’ll save that experience until Brain’s a little older.“ I smirked. “Thanks Ham. Now I hate to drink and run but I have to get home.”

I was suddenly in a hurry to see Brian. I entered the loft from the ground floor and had the movers put Brian’s belongings in the guestroom. It would be his room for his stay here. Okay he would probably spend more time upstairs in my room than sleeping down here but he needed a place of his own. I went upstairs and found Brian asleep on the futon the remote control still in his hand. The TV was on the sports channel. I stood watching him sleep. He looked much younger in sleep…..innocent and beautiful. I wondered how he coud still have that innocent look coming from the Kinney's *house of horror.* He'd survived somehow and by some miracle he wasn't like those people. He wasn't cold, mean and hard. I threw the afghan over him and cut off the TV. I decided to work on some graphic designs. 

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I looked up and he was standing in the door of my office. His hair was bed ruffled, the sweats were hanging precariously around his lean hips, his face was soft from sleep. He looked totally fuckable. Brain was so beautiful. He had the kind of beauty that would age gracefully. No matter the age Brain would always be beautiful.

“Hi,” he said drowsily giving me a little wave.

I couldn’t stop the smile that crossed my face at the sight of him. He stood at the door shyly. I was certainly going to get him out of his shyness. I gestured with my hand for him to come inside the office.

“Come here,” I said softly.

He walked to me hesitantly. He stopped in front of me and looked at me expectantly. I pushed my chair back from the desk and pulled his long unresisting frame on to my lap. He sat with his legs on either side of my hips, his arms wrapped around my neck rewarding me with the beautiful sensual smile of his. I enjoyed the heat of his ass pressing against my dick. I knew he felt it getting hard. He gave me a shy seductive smile. 

“How was your nap?”

He blushed. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep. Those pills just sorta knocked me out.”

I brushed back his hair, “You needed the rest.”

I reached around him and handed him copies of the papers his father and mother signed. Hamilton had the originals. 

“What is this?" he asks. 

His face scrunched up in confusion. For reasons unknown I found it adorable. 

I tweaked his noise, “Why don’t you read and find out.”

I wrapped my arms around his waist and watched his facial expressions as he read. He finally looked up at me.

"SHIT! I didn’t think the Old Man or the Saint would sign. Not because they loved me or wanted me to stay there but because the Old Man can be such an ass and the Saint has to pretend we are one happy fucking family. I figured he’d refuse to sign because you wanted him to.”

“Your take on the situation is right. He didn’t want’ to sign because he knew it would piss me off. I gave him reasons to sign.”

Brian knew exactly what I was talking about. 

“How much did you offer him?”

“I offered the $5,000.00 he took it.”

A sad expression came over Brian’s face. He carefully folded the paper back and handed it to me. I placed it on the desk.

“Nice to know my Mom and Dad only think I’m worth $5000.00. Truth be told I think they would have signed the papers for $1000.00. You should have negotiated,” he said bitterly.

I gave him a squeeze and touched my forehead to his.

“Your parents are assholes not you. You are priceless. Never forget that.”

He just stared at me then his lips slowly lowered to mine. I had to get him over this hesitancy he had around me. If we were going to live together for 5 months and maybe more he was going to have to start speaking up and being bolder. That talk could wait until later. Right now I just wanted to fuck him. I had thought about him and missed him the months he was gone.  My search for him had been frustrating.  I wanted to memorize the smooth texture of his honey gold skin. Reacquaint myself with his body.

My tongue slid against his smoothly stroking in and out of his mouth. I loved the taste of him. I tasted the sleep still lingering in his mouth but mostly I just tasted him. His own unique taste. His long beautiful dick was hard and pressing urgently against my thicker one. I wanted to take him fast and hard but I had to be mindful of his bruises. 

I concentrated on the kisses. My tongue caressed his. I stroked the inside of his mouth with my tongue. His moans vibrated inside my mouth. I loved those deep husky moans he let out. His hands were wrapped in my hair trying to draw me closer but I was as close to him as I could get.

I broke the kiss to trail my tongue up his throat as he rained bites and kisses to the side of my neck. I ran my hand down his back to cup the firm contours of his ass and pulled him closer to me.

“Justin,” he moaned against my neck. 

I latched on to his mouth again. My tongue sunk deeply in the hot recesses of his mouth. Brian’s hands were urgently grasping me as he pressed his dick against mine. I wrapped my arms around his back, swirled the chair away from the desk and tilted back.  My arms broke the fall as I sprawled on top on his long lean body the plush carpet cushioning our fall.

I nibbled on his lips and trailed my perfectly pointed tongue in one smooth line from his lips to the waistband of his sweats. I pushed the offending material away and stripped them from his long beautiful legs in one smooth motion. I kissed and nibbled from Brian’s ankles up his knees, to his thighs. His moans filled the air. He was writhering beneath my onslaught. My name on his lips was a series of moans, pleas and sighs. I took pity on him and myself and in one move engulfed his dick in my mouth. He howled. 

Brian was certainly a noisemaker during sex. I loved it. I knew this wouldn’t last long; not for Brian and certainly not for me. Brain’s knees were bent and stretched open to accommodate me between them his hands glided through my hair. 

I was still dressed in my slacks and sweater and Brian was completely naked. I’d have to remedy that after our first round. As I thought Brian didn’t last long. I ran my tongue up the underside of his dick right along the vein and then swallowed the length of his dick. Brian was frantically thrusting his dick in my mouth as I swallowed it to the root. I massaged his sack, his balls tightened and Brian bucked his hips off the floor his shout of ecstasy surrounding us. His cum spurted hot and thick in my mouth over and over again the thick salty liquid gliding down my throat. I lapped and sucked it up until nothing else came forth. 

I quickly shed my clothes. I had a lot of practice. It only took me a few seconds to get totally naked. I pulled a condom and lube from my pocket and prepared myself. Without hesitation Brian was raising his long legs and positioning them on my shoulders. I didn’t have much time to prepare him. I didn’t know how long I could wait. I lubed him up and guided my dick in to the fluttering pink hole. In seconds I was suffused in his heat and riding him. My lips latched to his my tongue sinking into the warm wetness of his mouth. Brian immediately started suckng on my tongue. My dick strokes were long and firm. I tried to be as cautious as possible but I couldn’t Brian wouldn’t let me. He forcefully bucked against me as I thrust inside him. It was a sensuous, hot, fast paced and very short ride. Nothing like the legendary fucks I was known for. This long legged twink was going to ruin my reputation for longevity. I was spewing my cum in minutes calling out Brian’s name as a rainbow of orgasmic colors floated behind my eyes. 

I opened my eyes to find him looking at me adoringly. The look that I had missed. I gingerly pulled out of him and eased his legs off my shoulders. I discarded the condom and pulled him against my side. He laid his head on my chest his arm going around my waist to anchor me to him.

“Welcome to your new home, Brian.“ 

His smile rivaled mine. There’s nothing like having a twink look at you so adoringly. * I could get use to this.*