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Subject: Unwanted Boy Hey please support the site. That ways it sticks around. So I met Keith when he was 10 years old. I had lost my son and wife. I was feeling empty how could I go on. My name is Corry Crane. I’m not a big man. Yes including my dick. I have like 5 inches. My wife liked it enough. But now I won’t see her or my son again. At 5’2” I not a big man. My parents are dead. My family always made me feel inferior because every part of me was small. My shortest sibling was 6 foot tali and that was a sister. I shunned them all. I even changed my last name. How ever I had met Becky. She loved me and we had a son Corry Jr. They both died when he was 6 years old. I remained in mourning for 5 years. Then Ms Blun moved next door to me with her 10 year old son. She was so upset with him all the time. I had recently decided it was time to rejoin the human race. I didn’t feel sad anymore. Quite frankly I didn’t feel anything. I had bought a new computer and several new gaming systems. A ton of stuff. I had reluctantly gotten insurance on them both at my wife urging. I also had a few stocks pay off. My house was paid off, as part of the insurance if I or my wife died. I watch the new neighbors for a few weeks. I suddenly realized that I had been a bad neighbor. I figured that one way to join the human race was to meet the new residence. I went next door hoping little Mark could mow my lawn and such. Everyone in the neighborhood knew his name. His mother yelled it all the time. Blun was on the mailbox. I went to the front door and knocked. The door opened. “What do you want,” asked Ms Blun? “Sorry I haven’t come over sooner. I your next door neighbor Corry Crane. Would your son like to make some money cutting my grass and such,” I asked her? She got a strange look on her face. Then she called for her son Mark. “Want to make a few buck from our neighbor for cutting his lawn?” “OK, what’s it pay,” he asked. “Twenty a week if you do a good job. I have everything needed to do the job.” She got a strange look on her face. She told him she got half. He said OK. She sent him with me. “Don’t let him take advantage of you Mr Crane.” she said. “The only reason I keep the little shit around is for the money. The state gives me money. Don’t know who his father is. Do whatever you want to the kid as long as he stays alive as far as I’m concerned. Don’t want to have to get two jobs.” “Mark, please follow me to my house. We’ll talk details.” “Yes sir,” he said. “Sorry about my mom. She’s ….” “Special I know. How about you?” “I’m a worthless tic according to her. I wonder sometimes. I don’t know what to think.” “Don’t buy into that idea. You look like a great kids. You look a lot like my son would be if he was alive.” “I’m sorry.” “Mark why are you sorry?” “Mr Crane I didn’t mean to make you feel bad sir. Some of the other kids told me about your family getting killed” “Mark, he died 5 years ago along with his mother. He’d be 11 if he were alive. But he’s not. You are here and now. So you get to make a few bucks helping me out.” He started to smile as we went into my house. I offered him a soda. I told him to sit at the kitchen table. It sat 4 people. Despite his mother Mark was a nice kid. He had short shaved head with a black fuzz on the top of his head that’s all. He had the sweetest smile. It reminded me of Corry Jr. I told him about the lawn and other stuff. He was staring at me the whole time. Most kids will aksaray escort break eye contact but he didn’t. “You can relax around me. I want us to be friends,” I told him. Then he got up and came close to me. He reached for me and hugged me. “I’m sorry Mr. Crane. I was just feeling like I wanted to hug from a man who would be like my Dad. I miss not knowing him.” “Mark it’s fine. You hug me anytime you want. It was nice having the hug. Corry Jr. did the same thing. He would just like to hug me a lot.” Mark smiled at that. I lead him out to the garage and showed him all the equipment I had. “If you don’t know how to do anything let me know,” I told him. “I know how to run a mower OK. You think my mom is gonna pay some guy. I’ve been doing our lawn since I was 7.” I smiled at him. He remained me a lot of my son. Still there was something different about how he seemed to idolize me. He was eager to do the work and clearly enjoyed talking and sharing things with me. He found everything around the garage that he needed. He smiled as he went out the the front as soon as the garage door opened all the way. I was in side fixing lunch as it was now about noon. It took him about 30 minutes as he came into the house. “Water sir?” I found a glass and got him cold water off the fridge. He helped himself to a second glass and looked a bit less thirsty. “Come sit Mark. You do the rest after you had a sandwich and some chicken soup. He went to the fridge and got more water and joined me at the kitchen table. He didn’t say a word and just ate it all. He excused himself to you the restroom and came back quickly. “Thank you for the lunch Mr. Crane,” he said. Then he sat down. “Can I ask you something Mr. Crane?” “Sure ask whatever you want Mark.” “I sorry if it bothers you. That is my question. But am I anytime suppose to do stuff with you sexual as part of relationship?” I was shocked. How do I answer a question like that from a 10 year old. It wasn’t even in my thinking. I hadn’t messed around with a guy since I was 16. From age 11 – 16 I had messed around just a bit. But I was an adult. He was a kid. I tried to act like it was a normal question. “No. You’re 10 and I’m 31. I’m not into kids. I do like you. Despite what your mom says I think you’re a smart capable boy.” “Really? Are you teasing me. Three of my mom’s boy friend touched me sexually. I was to do the same. That’s the only reason they seemed to like me. When I told my mom she told me I’d be fine. I was after all alive. So I was fine. She didn’t even seem to care that they touched me. So you’re just like the rest why else would you treat me nice. You heard my mom. I’m just a meal ticket to her.” He had a stern look on his face. He was waiting to see what would say. ‘Mark you’re telling me that you think I want that from you?” “Every Man who’s been nice to me does. They want my to suck my penis or poke me in the butt with their penis; to get their rocks Off; i believe it called.” He got up and went back into the garage and got the mower. He went into the back yard and I heard the mower start up. It was another 30 minutes till he came in again for water. A he was drinking it he was winning softly. I didn’t know what to do. I wanted to hug him. Yet would he think that I meant anything else than love or friendship. He came up to me and hugged me. He was crying a lot. I held him. He looked up at me. “I’m sorry. If you wanted to use me you’d have done it my now. All three of the guys did alsancak escort it soon after we met. They took me into one of the bedrooms and force me into it. I never had a choice. It was clear by all of them that this was the way they wanted me to be and how i should act to them. I gave in wanting to be loved or have value. That wasn’t true in all three cases. I felt used like a toilet.” He started to cry more. I held him still not sure what to do. I picked him up and laid him on the couch. He was asleep in minutes. I just let him sleep. As it got later I left him there to sleep and went next door. It was later and saw his mom drive up in her beat up car. I knocked and she opened the door. “Everything OK Mr. Crane. How Mark working out for you.” “Fine. Marks a great kid. He’s a hard worker.” “He’s got a nice ass according to my last three boyfriends. Have you tapped it yet?” “Ummm. I confused why would I use your son. If I had a witness you’d be in jail for not reporting the fist abuse. Not in one case did your son want the sexual contact that he got. That’s even worse. Plus you told your son, he’d live. I don’t understand you thinking. But you could at least protect your son. The only reason I’m not calling CPS is Mark would be put into the system and more abused. At least next door to me I can watch out for him. Also if you try to move I’ll call CPS. Sooner or later something far worse than he’s endured will happen.” She looked shocked. Then she got a strange look on her face. “You care about my son?” “He’s a person and deserved to be treated with what he wants in mind too. He’s 10 and the Courts will listen to him more than a toddler. I see what a great kid he is. But he feels he has to earn love or friendship. I would take him in and love him. My son who would be 11 if he were alive along with my wife died 5 years ago. your son is the first time I cared about a child. Love your son for who he is.” “Corry I’m shit and I know it. I don’t love myself how can I love my son. If you care about him really care about him…He can stay with you as much as he wants. Just let me keep the money form having a kid.” “Fine, keep the money. I care about Mark. I don’t need the money. He’s welcome as much as he wants to stay at my house.” I walked back feeling triumphant. I was still concerned for his well being. But at least he was safe with me. If he wanted sex with me then I wasn’t going to instigated it. I wondered if he could function in the world without the sexual contact.” I walked back to the house and Mark was still asleep. I went into my den. I was watching some movie on the TV there. A couple of hours later Mark walked in. “Mister Crane. why did you let me sleep so long. I’ve got to get home It’s 5 pm according to the kitchen clock.” “Mark, I went to talk to mom. She said you could stay here all you want. She’ll still the money for you being her kid. What do you say to that?” “Why do you care. I’m just some kid who did your lawns.” “You were until you told me about your life. Now I see you like a son. As far as sex. I will never push you to do it, ever.” “You can’t love me. I’m shit….” ‘That’s you mother talking. You’re not shit as you said. Your a boy who wants love. We all do.” “What’s the difference? Love comes with conditions. Its always about getting something to get love. In my case men want me to give them my body. My soul I do it and it feels good and I feel bad because I’m giving them sex. I don’t want to be forced. but I amasya escort enjoy it. But I feel like I being used at the same time.’ “Did you ever start the activity? Did you express your desire for sex?” He looked at me stunned. “NO! Do you know how many other boys older than me have used me? A lot to many to be know a long with adult men. I’m Shit!!!” He started to cry again. I held out my arms. He lunged for me and told me he loved me. I looked at him and felt love for him. I told him so. I gave him Corry Jr. room. “This is now your room whenever you are here. You need to keep it clean.” He started to dance around the room and landed on the bed. He took off his clothes and got under the coves. Then he got up and looked me strait in the eyes. “Come with me I’ve got to call my Mom”. I followed him to the kitchen phone. I had a cell phone but my landline still worked. I could soon hear them talking. She was actually nice to Mark. He told her he loved her and thank you. “Wow, that’s the nicest she’s ever been to me. She even told me she loved me. She never says that,” he said. “What on earth did you say to her. She said I could stay as long as I wanted.” He looked dazed at me. I pick up Mark in his skivvies and took him to his new bed. I was about to tuck him in. “Could I ask you a favor,” he asked me. “Any thing Mark.” ” Remember I enjoyed sex with boy and men. I just never had a choice. Can you suck me off. I want it.” “Are you sure Mark. I haven’t touch another guy since I was 16. You have to want this. I don’t unless you want it really bad or need it really bad.” “Both. I’m use to sex. But it will be really wonderful because I’m have a choice. I’ll tell you what to do; what I like.” I wasn’t sure how this would turn out. I mean I like sex as much as the next guy. But a kid my about my sons age would be if he were alive. Wow. “OK Mark if you’re sure.” “I am Mr. Crane,” he said. He pulled the covers down and took off his briefs. He held his butt in the air. “Lick my hole please.” I didn’t even hesitate. I dived right in with my mouth. He was squealing in delight. I kept at it for a while. This was the first guy’s butt I had licked. I guess he liked it. Then he told me to lick his balls. Then suck him to orgasm. He grabbed my head as he was humping into my mouth. I could tell the way he was panting. He was getting close I think. He told me to rub his nipples as I sucked him. I did and he exploded in my mouth with about 7 small spurts of cum. It tasted good actually. “That was the best Orgasm in my life. Oh My God! so that’s what its like to have sex with some when you want it.” “That was a good load for a 10 year old. Most boys can’t cum till their 11 or 12.” “Can I taste it.” “How?” He pulled me close to him and kissed me on the lips and forced his tongue into my mouth. He got a delight look on his face and got happier when he tasted his load in my mouth. Then he got passionate with the kiss. I was getting worried as I was feeling sexual feelings. I didn’t let on. He started to cry. He was so happy with all I did to him and how he had chose in all of it. I told him to move over and I held him tight. He was asleep in seconds. I just held my naked sort of son. I was confused and love this boy. Eventually I slipped out of his bed and went to mine.But I couldn’t sleep so I went back to the den. I was trying to figure out what I feeling. I knew I loved Mark and was please to have helped him; even getting him off. Then there was the kiss. WOW! I just hoped it wasn’t a pattern that would lead to a crash and burn situation. I wanted him to have a chance at a decent life. I knew his messed up mind would effect me in way I didn’t know. I still went back to the kiss: it had stirred something in me. Sorry there wasn’t a lot of sex. Maybe next time. ail

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