From Abuse to Unexpected Love

Kadin lay sleeping as the sun shine streamed in through his bedroom window, causing him to stir. He instinctively brought his hands up to rub out the sleep, when he recoiled in pain. His left eye swollen nearly shut, a gift from the night before.

‘What was it he had done this time? Though no cause was needed. Oh, that’s right. He had shoveled the snow off the walk but had not put down enough salt. That’s right. That was the reason for his beating.’

He was used to it. This had been going on for about four years now. Sometimes he thought that his stepdad just beat him for the fun of it.

His real dad had died in a car crash years ago. He couldn’t have been more than five when it happened. Having far too many drinks and getting behind the wheel, left a widow and a young son.

His mom married Mark seven years later, though he did not understand why. Mark was a mean, mountain of a man. He was 6’5” and 250 lbs. He was balding and had squinty, beady little eyes.

He couldn’t remember the last time he saw Mark and his mom kiss, or even seem to care about each other. It seemed like his mom only cared about having money to spend and to live in the big house they lived in, on the good side of town.

They had been married about a year when the beatings started. Kadin could not even remember what he did the first time, but he remembered the leather belt that left welts from his knees to his shoulder blades. Most of all he remembered him mom saying nothing, looking at him like he deserved it.

He could remember like it was yesterday, walking stiffly into Miss Walker’s class. She was such a sweet, caring teacher. Funny, animated, so much so, that she even got the shy kids to participate. At age 13 Kadin didn’t know enough to really appreciate how special this kind of teacher really was.

Miss Walker noticed right away that Kadin seemed in pain. She kept him after class and asked him what was wrong. He made the mistake of showing her his back. She broke down in tears. She reported it to the authorities.

Next thing he knew Miss Walker was picked up on drug possession and he never saw her again. He knew that his stepdad Mark, the county sheriff, had something to do with it. His suspicions were confirmed when he received another more severe beating the next night. It took quite a while for the new welts and his broken ribs to mend.

“You want to report what goes on in this house? Those you tell will pay a high price and you will too.” Those words stuck with Kadin. He vowed he would not make that mistake again.

Kadin put up with physical abuse on a regular basis, but the verbal abuse was constant. He was told every day that he was no good, stupid and everything else you can imagine. He did all the household chores and cleaning, lawn mowing, snow shoveling, painting, though it was never good enough. It was how things were. He knew no difference. His mom was indifferent, uncaring, her eyes distant and dazed.

He could never remember there being a family meal. He would get food from the fridge on his own when he was hungry. He was not allowed most of what was in there, but he could have sandwiches and cereal.

When he reached high school, he was never allowed to go out with friends, he was not allowed a phone. When he was a junior, he remembered how a girl he liked, Katy, wanted to see his house. He tried to talk her out of it, always making excuses. One day she showed up at the door. Kadin was terrified.

Mark invited Katy in. His mom in the kitchen, didn’t even look at her. Kadin rushed over. “We should go for a walk.” He offered.

“She just got here. We should get to know her.” Mark said as his big hand went lower on her back. Kadin would never forget the look on Katy’s scared face as Mark led her into the living room. He sat her down on the couch right next to him, his big arm around her small frame, holding her tight. He began to ask her question after question, each one more personal than the last.

Kadin would never forget the last question. “Have you given Kadin a blow job yet?” as his big hand reached around and grabbed her breast.

Katy fought herself free, looked at Kadin with tear filled eyes and ran out of the big house as Mark roared laughing. Kadin jumped up and started to run after her. “KADIN!” He stopped in his tracks.

“Don’t you ever bring a slut like that in this house again.” As Mark back handed him across the face sending him flying to the floor. “You want her to disappear like your beloved Miss Walker, just back her story. Before you do you may want to look into what happened to my last stepson. He was about your age when he was never seen again.” Mark started laughing an evil laugh and walked out of the room.

The charges went nowhere. The judge listened to the good upstanding sheriff talk about the imagination of young teens. Kadin testified that nothing happened, that Mark was never closer than six feet to her.

At school Kadin was now ostracized. He wasn’t going to lie to the other students, when the word of what had happened spread like wildfire.

Kadin graduated from high school and had hinted about going to college for computers. “I’m not going to waste good money on a stupid fuck like you.” Mark had growled, besides you have too much work to do around here. You haven’t oiled the woodwork in over two weeks, you useless shit.” His big hand slapping the side of Kadin’s head, causing his ear to ring for hours.

It was late November when his mom came down the stairs screaming that someone had stolen her diamond neckless. That beating was by far the worse that Kadin had received, but it also included the threat that if it did not show up by the next morning, he would be missing along with the neckless.

Kadin took his backpack and whatever supplies he could get in it and left in the middle of the night. He walked all night, thinking back to the neckless. He was certain him mom had pawned it to buy more drugs. She thought no one knew, but it was all she cared about. Kadin had seen it in her eyes for years.

Nearly two weeks had gone by, his food long gone. His thin body and light coat were no match for the early December cold. He found him self under a wide bridge that crossed a broad river. He sat up against the cold concrete, shivering nonstop, staring blankly at the ice chunks passing by on the dark water, knowing he could make it no further.

My Story.

I met my wife when I was in college. We had a whirlwind romance. I thought she was so beautiful and smart. I was a senior and she a freshman. I landed a great job in the same town, with a large marketing firm. I proposed to Susan after the first week on my new job. I thought it odd that she quit school right after, but she said she would go back to school later.

The first and second year were great. Sex was great, money was good and life was good. I moved up the company and was making good money. Susan hadn’t gotten around to going back to school and never could find a job that fit what she was looking for.

By the third year Susan began to mention things about me moving up faster, asking for a raise, things like that. Our house wasn’t big enough. She spent a lot of time shopping.

We bought a large house, with a mortgage that planned for future raises. I brought up that it was too much house and the price was too high on my salary. Susan said that I needed to make more money because it was the house that she really wanted.

Things went down hill at a steady slow pace from there. Susan hired a maid service to come in and clean the house. It was too big for her to clean in her spare time. I could not do anything right. It seamed that each week a new complaint about my actions or non-actions, job, anything I did or did not do, would surface.

Every day when I would come home there would be some new problem to complain about, always my fault. Sex became less and less frequent.

It is hard to explain, but I loved Susan and that did not change. It was a slow methodical change, where there was never one big event that made things worse. Like the frog torture. Where you drop a frog in boiling water and he jumps right out. You put a frog in cold water and slowly increase the heat, he sits there till he boils to death. That was me in my marriage.

The first time Susan hit me, I thought it was like a punch in the arm, you know, like to get attention, but just far too hard. “Ow. That hurt you know.” She just glared at me.

The physical abuse grew at a slow pace until it was normal. The verbal abuse went along with it. I was too stupid to get a promotion. They paid me shit, because they knew I was worthless.

When this goes on for years, it just beats you down. You begin to believe it.

Susan demanded a divorce after eight years of marriage. She drained our bank account. She forced me out of the house by filing police reports that I was hitting her, though she had no marks. I explained to the police that I was the one that was being hit, showing them cuts and bruises from just that week. They ignored the evidence.

The divorce was two years ago, and I was finally stating to recover. I had bought a small house on a river on a secluded road. In my spare time I would hike for hours along the many trails in the area. In addition to hiking, I had a small workout area in the third bedroom where I was working my body back into shape. I looked pretty damn good, if I had to say so myself. Brown hair, brown eyes and I was back down to 185 with good definition, which wasn’t bad for my 6’1 height.

It was early December with a light snow and a cold wind as I set out to hike the northern lake trail. It would take me four hours and be dark when I got back, but I never let cold weather stop me from my hiking. Besides it was Friday night, and I could sleep in tomorrow.

I was on my way back along the river trail, passing under the five lane overpass a half mile from my house when I noticed something up against the concrete in the darkness. I walked toward it and realized it was a person. As I got closer, I could see it was a young man sitting on the cold ground. He was shivering and his lips were blue.

“Hey man. Are you alright? Hey.” I pushed against his shoulder. He slowly looked up at me. I could tell he was in bad shape. “I am going to call you an ambulance.” I pulled out my phone.

“NO!” He grabbed my arm, scaring the shit out of me, his teeth chattering. “Please, you can’t. Please.”

His head dropped. I couldn’t leave him there. He was not dressed for the weather and was obviously freezing.

“Dude, you are freezing. I live only a half mile up this road. Come to my house and warm up.”

“No. Thththanks for offffffering.” He shuddered through his chattering teeth.

I was starting to get pissed. I was not going to let this kid die out here. “Look, either you follow me to my house, or I dial 911 right now.”

“Ok, but please do not dial 911.”

As I helped him to his feet, I wondered why he did not want me to dial 911. Was he wanted by the police? Was he dangerous? No, matter, I was not going to let him die, but I would be cautious.

He did not get far when he stumbled, and I caught him. “I got you,” I put his arm over my shoulder and mine around him and helped him walk the distance to my house. I laid him down on my couch and heated up some broth. He drank it down quickly.

“When did you eat last?”

“It’s been a few days.”

“I’m sorry. Where are my manners. My name is Logan.”

“Kadin.” Suddenly worried he should not have given his real name.

“Kadin, why don’t you go get a shower and get out of these wet clothes. I will get you something to wear, while I throw these in the washer.”

“Are you sure?”

I cannot describe the look in this kids’ eyes. It was like he was so thankful, yet full of fear and pain.

“Yes of course. Follow me.”

Kadin walked into the living room, fresh from his shower. He was wearing the sweatpants, sweatshirt and heavy socks I had laid out for him. He had some color in his cheeks and his blond hair was no longer matted to his head. I was struck by what a beautiful boy this kid was. He had golden blond hair, dark eyebrows and long dark lashes. He had boyish good looks, but a strong jaw and a square dimpled chin. He was about 5’9”, maybe 140, obviously thinner than normal. He was cute as could be.

“Wow, I feel so much warmer. Thank you so much.”

“You feel like something more to eat?”

“That would be great.”

“What would you like? I have half a leftover Detroit style pizza or I have a rotisserie chicken I picked up today.”

“Anything would be great.”

After Kadin finished off the pizza, I had a hunch and heated up the chicken too. “Are you sure it’s ok?” the kid asked, staring at the chicken.

“Yes I am sure.” I chuckled. ‘How could such a good-mannered kid be out on the streets.’ I wondered.

After polishing off the chicken he looked like he could barely keep his eyes open.

“Why don’t you crash on the couch. I will get you some blankets and a pillow. You look like you are falling asleep.”

“No, I am fine. I can’t thank you enough for all the food. Sorry I ate so much, but it was so good.”

I brought out the bedding. “Why don’t you just lay down, I’ll get the blankets all situated and we can talk some more.” As soon as I had his head on the pillow and the blankets over him he was sound asleep.

The next morning, I came down the stairs wondering if he would still be there, or if my TV would still be there, for that matter.

I came around the corner into the kitchen area and stopped. It looked like every surface had been shined and buffed. I mean every surface. The table, counters, floor, walls, for gods sake the kid even washed the windows.

I looked down at the firm looking globes of the kids ass sticking out of the oven. “Kadin?”

He popped his head out of the oven, rubber gloves up to his elbows. “Yes Logan?”

“What are you doing?”

“I hope you don’t mind.” He said looking very worried. “I found some cleaners under the sink, not that I thought your place wasn’t clean.” He now looked terrified, that he had insulted me.

“Whoa man. It’s perfectly fine, you did an amazing job, but you did not have to. I really appreciate it, but really, you did not have to.”

Tears began to run down his cheeks. “Hey, hey, it’s ok. What’s wrong?” I put my arms around him and hugged him. When I did, he really broke down. He started sobbing and sobbing. Tears and snot on my shirt as he fought to regain control. I was at a loss. “I am sorry if I said something to upset you.”

He finally got things under control and I sat him down across from me on a stool at the kitchen island. “Talk to me Kadin. I know you don’t know me, but you can trust me.”

“You have been so kind to me. In 24 hours, you have shown me more kindness than I received from my parents in years. I am so sorry I broke down, it’s just that I am not used to complements. You said I did an amazing job.” He started crying again. “Sorry, you must think I am such a nut job.”

“I think no such thing. If anything, I am stunned that a kid of your caliber would be on the streets.”

He got up and came over and just hugged me for the longest time. I know he did not want me to see his tears had started up again.

After breakfast I knew one thing for sure. I needed more groceries. We went to the local Meijer super center. I told him to pick out any food he wanted. It took me about three aisles to convince him that I was serious. After that he was like a wide-eyed kid in a candy store. His enthusiasm was infectious. We loaded up the cart and headed home.

After a lot of convincing, I finally got him to pick out what he wanted for lunch as well as dinner. We had a feast. He told me he was never allowed to have such foods at home. My heart ached for the boy.

“You know I have an extra bedroom upstairs. There is really no reason for you to sleep on the couch. Besides I think you got some drool on the cushions.” The joke was barely out of my mouth and the kid was on his feet rushing over to inspect the couch cushions, apologizing profusely.

“Kadin, I am sorry, you are not used to my twisted sense of humor.” I said laughing. He sat on the floor and laughed along with me. There was just something about this kid, did I really have feelings for him?

The next day I had my laptop, working on an issue that a client had sent me. I needed to adjust a few things before Monday morning. “Damn piece of shit!” I yelled as the screen went blank then displayed an unknown message.

“Can I take a look? I am pretty good with computers. It’s about all I did at home. I’d play around on my computers, when I wasn’t allowed out of my room.”

I handed the expensive paper weight to him. Kadin took a look at the screen. His fingers were a blur. “There you go.” And he handed me back my normal looking computer.

“What did you do? When that happened last month the computer expert spent four hours bringing it back up.”

“It was not a big deal. I killed the virus that was causing it to crash. You have a couple of others in there too that I can get rid of if you like. There are also some unnecessary programs that are running in the background, slowing your speed by a huge margin.”

“Can you fix that too?”

He looked at me like I had just asked him if he was able to count to three. “Well yeah, if you want.”

In no time my laptop was working like it was new, wait, better than new. He showed me three viruses that I had that he removed. He recommended that I change my passwords as it looked like they had been compromised.

“What are you some kind of computer genius? I have had this fixed so many times, but none of those experts could hold a candle to you.”

That brought on the tears again. I put my arm around him.

“You are so nice to me. You are the most amazing person I have ever met. Do you know what it is like to be ridiculed and belittled for every single thing you do? For the people who are supposed to care about you, treat you like something they can’t quite scrape off their shoe? Like you are meaningless, worthless.” He sobbed.

His words hit me like a ton of bricks. It was like they had come out of my own mouth. This kid thought I was some kind of god. He valued me. I was overcome with emotion. I held him tightly as my body shook with deep sobs. All the years of abuse poured out of me onto this kids shoulders.

He looked into my eyes, his reflecting deep concern and empathy. He leaned in and kissed me. It shocked me and I pulled back. His eyes held their gaze to mine and he leaned in again, his full red lips softly touching mine again. I leaned in and returned the kiss.

He put his arms around me, his hand on the back of my neck pulling my face even tighter to his and the kiss became more aggressive and passionate. I pulled off his shirt and he mine. I picked him up and carried him to my bedroom our lips still attached. I laid him down on the bad and pulled off his pants and dropped mine to the floor.

We laid together under the covers, skin to skin, his hard 7” cock pressed against my thigh and my 8” cock pressed against his stomach as we continued to make out, like we could not get enough. I reached my hand down and grasped his leaking member, drawing a loud moan from his young mouth. I moved my lips down to his small brown ring and sucked in his nub. He threw his head back and a guttural noise gurgled from the depths of his torso.

I moved my head further down licking his abs down to his deep innie. I drove my tongue into his belly button and licked and sucked it clean. He was breathing rapidly and moaning continuously. My hand gripped his large balls as my mouth covered his dripping cock head and licked and sucked.

I felt his young thin body pivot and his face was now in my crotch. His mouth descended on my hard cock with gusto and too many teeth.

I moved down the shaft about an inch when I felt a blast of fluid hit the back of my throat. I swallowed as fast as I could as the kid pumped and pumped his boy juice into my virgin mouth.

He continued to suck me and was getting better with the teeth, trying with all his being to please me. My balls in his hand, he tugged at them as he forced my cock deep in his throat. He came off my cock coughing and choking, his throat slime running off his chin.

In a second he was right back down even deeper. I could see he was determined to swallow my entire 8”, something that had never been done to me before. Kadin kept slamming his head down, trying to get my large knob down his slim tight virgin throat. Suddenly his lips were on my pubes and my cock was wedged tightly in his throat. He was now face fucking himself on my stiff tool. I felt my balls pulling up. “Kadin, I’m cumming.” He did not pull off.

I drenched his inexperienced young mouth with a weeks’ worth of semen. He tried to swallow it all and began to choke. Sperm came out of his mouth, his nose and I swear his eyes. I thought he was going to pass out he was choking so hard.

He finally looked up at me, his face red from lack of oxygen, eyes watering, my cum running down and dripping off his chin. “I’m sorry.” He choked. “I couldn’t swallow it all.”

I brought his face up to mine and kissed him, tasting the mixture of our cum in the kiss.

“That was my first time.” He said looking deep into my eyes.

“Mine too, with a guy.”

We lay awake all night telling our story. Him telling me how he had lived through the abuse the last four years and I telling him how my abusive wife had treated me the last five or six years. We had so much in common and from that we both had such a hunger for kindness and appreciation. Many tears were shed as details of the stories were relived. We held each other, caressing skin, touching, sharing and feeling.

My 6’1 frame held his 5’9 body as I spooned his smooth flesh. The sun streamed in the window and I felt his lithe body press back against mine. His firm globes pressing against my morning wood. He rubbed his ass back and forth, making my cock leak pre cum up and down his hairless crack.

When he had my slick head pressed to his boy pussy he pushed back. “Logan, please fuck me.”

I eased my hips forward and felt his slick pussy give way. I felt his breathing quicken.

“Are you ok?”

“Yes, please push it in. I want you to fuck me. I want to be yours.”

All the doubts I had racing through my brain. I am not gay, am I bi? What am I, 14 years older than him? Is he doing this because he feels indebted to me?

Those doubts were all overruled by the fact that I was in love with him. I loved him deeply. A love that could not be explained. A deep, deep connection that could never be broken.

I pushed into him, my cock gripped by the silken hot vice that was his virgin ass. He made a whining groaning noise that sounded like half pain half pleasure. Before I could ask he said “I’m ok. Now fuck me with that big cock of yours.”

I pulled out and pushed back in. My brain, my cock, were both on fire with pleasure. I increased the pace. Hearing the moans coming from Kadin’s lips, drove me wild. The thought that I was giving this hot young stud pleasure, was beyond comprehension. My cock was now slamming into him with force. I rolled him on his back and pushed his knees to his chest and reentered him with one deep thrust. He looked up at me with a dazed smile. “Fuuuuuccckkkkk.” He groaned.

His heels were now on my lower back as I lay on him, our lips pressed together our tongues searching for saliva in each other’s mouths as my cock drove into him at a frenzied pace. “FUCK ME, FUCK ME. AAAAGGGGGGHHHH YOU’RE GOING TO MAKE ME CUM.” His young seed splattered all over our chests and covered his right nipple.

‘Holy shit, I just fucked the cum out of this hot young stud.’ The thought sent me over the edge. I pumped my load into his welcoming bowels, filling him with my fertile seed.

I looked down at his sweat soaked hair and face and he gazed up at mine. We just stared at each other for five or ten minutes, I lost track of time. I bent down and kissed his salty sweet lips.

“Since you hosed us down with your cum, I think we need a shower.”

He turned bright red, his cute face blushing and him at a loss for words. He finally came up with. “Well it’s your fault, your cock felt so good in my ass.” He giggled.

“Come with me. I will help clean you up.”

I led him into my large shower. I washed down his shoulders, down his slender back to his sweet bubble butt. I reached around and washed his low hanging balls and up his hard cock. I moved up to the hard nubs on his cute little tits. I pinched them between my fingers, and he let out a high pitched squeal.

“I never knew nipples could feel so good.” He giggled.

He then got behind me and did the same thing to me. He stroked my cock and massaged my balls, then pinched my nipples. I rubbed my ass back against his hard cock.

“Kadin, I want you to fuck me. I want you to take my virginity.”

He immediately had his cock pressed to my hole, shocking me. “Whoa, slow it down there stud. That big cock of yours needs to take it easy. I don’t yet know if my ass can take it.”

“You can take it big boy. I just took your bigger cock and my ass is smaller, and it felt great. Besides I would never ever hurt you on purpose.” I fought back from getting choked up.

“Put that big thing in me.” I smiled, wanting to feel the complete phyiscal connection, of him mating with me and feeling his seed in me.

He pushed forward, his head breached my outer ring. “Is that Ok?” his voice concerned.

“Yeah stud. Drive it in. I want to feel you breed me.”

I put my hands up on the shower glass as the kid began to pound his fresh young cock in and out of my virgin ass. It wasn’t long before he was crying out and I felt the hot liquid pumping into my ass. He collapsed on my back. “Oh Fuck. That was amazing. I want to do that all the time.” Kadin gushed.

“Easy now stud. I have a job you know. I have to go to work tomorrow.” We both laughed. “But I wish I didn’t, because I would keep your gorgeous self in bed all day long. I love you Kadin.” His eyes welled up with tears. “I love you too.” And we kissed like we had never kissed before.

I left Kadin Monday morning with an ache in my stomach. I did not want to leave him. No way had I only met this kid three days ago. I was in love with him and he with me.

Being an executive at a large marketing firm had its advantages. I knew many businesses in town. I called up buddy of mine who ran a large, fast growing tech company. I told Bill I knew a kid who had no college education but was a whiz with computers. He said to bring him in, but no promises. They only hired graduates with the degrees they were looking for.

I got home and told Kadin the exciting news. He got a sick look on his face.

“What’s wrong? I thought you would be excited.”

“I am, but they will run my name and social security number. My stepdad could find out.”

“He can’t hurt you now.” Kadin then proceeded to tell me more about the abuse from his stepdad and the threats about killing him and having made his prior stepson disappear.

Kadin pulled out his phone, tears again running down his face and showed me the photos he had taken of injuries from his stepdad’s abuse. The bruises, cuts, welts. First, I was sickened, then angry.

“He is not going to get away with this. I don’t care if he is a sheriff.”

“I have more. I taped these too.”

He then proceeded to play the many recordings he had made on his phone. The most degrading insults, threats, even the part about making his prior stepson disappear. We listened for hours.

“Kadin. I think this is enough to put him away. I have a friend with the FBI. If I can set up a meeting will you come and talk to him?”

“Only if you are there with me.” Said the frightened boy.

Later that week we met with my FBI friend. She listened to the story, then looked at the photos. She then listened to the recordings. She said she would look into the missing stepson claim, but it was probably just to scare him. Regardless, she said he had a very good case of abuse, that he would most likely spend some time in jail for.

I took Kadin to my friend at the tech company, dropping him off Monday morning. He would spend the morning with Kadin and I would pick him up for lunch.

Lunchtime came around and I took an Uber over to his downtown office. Bill was sitting in his office talking to Kadin when I walked up.

“Mind if I join you guys for lunch? My treat.”

“Well in that case, of course you can join us.” We all laughed.

We walked across the street to a very expensive steak house. We were quickly seated at the corner table Bill had reserved. “Steak for lunch Bill?”

“Yes, I wanted to treat you to an uncommon lunch, for bringing me this uncommon kid. In a matter of less than three hours, Kadin here found four cracks in our firewall, two trojan horses in our “secure” system and solved a test we give our candidates. He did it in, what Kadin, 25 minutes?”

“I think it was about 28 minutes.” Kadin stated. Bill just chuckled.

The average time it normally takes our college graduate candidates is measured in days, not minutes. The best time ever was done by our current “super star” coder. It only took him three days, 7 hours and 47 minutes.

“I have not discussed this with Kadin yet, as he said he would like you present for anything about his future. I want to hire him right now. Yesterday if I could. I have already called the local university computer dean and have set it up for Kadin to work half of his day there. He would be in a special program where they take gifted students and form their schooling to them, rather than trying to form them to schooling.”

“Kadin, just for what you did today for my company I would like you to accept this check. No strings attached.”

Kadin’s eyes bugged out of his head. “Are you being serious with me right now?” the boy gasped.

He showed the check to me. “$25,000.”

“If you come to work for me you will have a base salary along with bonuses like this when you discover something that will either create significant income or save significant loss.”

Kadin accepted the job and schooling offer.

When we got home he was so excited he just kept jumping around the room. “Holy shit. Holy shit. Logan can you believe it? You said it first. I guess I am a computer genius.” And he laughed. “What a fucking birthday present. Holy fuck!”

“Wait, what? Birthday present? Today is your birthday?”

Suddenly his giddiness was gone and he looked very sad. “Logan, I turned 18 today. I haven’t celebrated my birthday since I was 12 years old. I knew if I told you, you would feel obligated and you have done so much for me. More than I could ever have asked for. You just give, give, give to me and I have no way to pay you back.”

I put my hands on both sides of his face and looked deep into his eyes. “You have already given me more than I could ever have dreamed possible. You make me feel alive again. You brought me love I never thought I could ever feel.”

I took his lips in mine as the tears flowed freely from each of us our bodies became one. After we finally came up for air, I looked at him with deep conviction. “You know what must be done now?” In my most serious voice.

“What is that?” He said with a trembling voice.

“Birthday spanking.” And I yanked his pants and shorts to his ankles. He squealed and tried to run but tripped and fell. I was on him and slapped his bare ass 18 times, sorta lightly with my right hand.

“That was kinda hot. Is the birthday fuck next? But you only get 18 thrusts.”

“Challenge accepted.” I mounted him right there on the kitchen floor. I was so amped up by this hot gorgeous stud that I came on thrust number 17, he beat me though by coming on thrust number 15. Fucking horny teenagers.

My friend from the FBI had us come down to her office for an update. She told us that the prior stepson was indeed missing. After long questioning the boys mother admitted fearing for her life. She was convinced that Mark would kill her if she talked. She told them that she had suspicions that Mark had killed the boy and buried his body on her families farm up North.

The cadaver dogs found the remains. Mark had been arrested and was sentenced for murder, assault and a number of other crimes. He would never be out of prison again.

I thought Kadin was a glowing light in my life before, but when the weight of his stepdad was removed from his shoulders, it was like he was given a brand-new chance on life. The boy nearly fucked me to death that night, if one can die from too much pleasure.

Kadin bought a new truck with his newfound wealth. He bought me an awesome pontoon boat that we take out on the river every night we can. I encouraged him to make friends at college and he did. He had three real close friends and brought them over often, but he always saved the most time for us.

He proposed to me on his 21st birthday, me being 35. I told him I would never marry anyone 14 years younger than me…. Except him.

We got married that October on the pontoon boat in the river, the full fall colors all around us. I looked at my beautiful husband as we laced hands and walked toward the dock. And what does my hot new husband whisper to me, his lips right on my ear? “I think we should adopt a baby.”

“Oh what a life this is going to be.”

The End.