I’d thought I was lost and lonely, but what had that hell-bitch put him through? As he rambled I realised one fact; my heart had been broken, but broken hearts mend; what happens when your spirit is so trampled and battered that you can’t see a way to put it back together, and give up trying? Mark was here, with me, but his sweet inner self had been so badly mauled that he’d welcomed the thought of taking his own life; his will to live had ebbed so low it had nearly been extinguished. These insights frightened me more than anything else.
One fact was inescapable; my lost boy was still lost, he was fading into the darkness; how was I going to find him again?
I kissed him as lovingly as I knew how, reassuring him, trying to pull him back into the circle of firelight.
“Mark, even when I thought you’d abandoned me, I never stopped loving you, and I never let you go! I hoped every day you’d come back, that what happened was just a nightmare, and it would end one day, and it has! It’s all over now, and one day soon, this will all fade, like all nightmares do, I promise. She can’t hurt me anymore, she can’t hurt you anymore, she doesn’t even know us anymore, let her go. Her punishment is already being doled out to her, and when she dies, it will be alone, with no-one to mourn her, and that would be right and fitting. She was evil, but the evil she did has turned back on her. You kept the faith, you kept me safe, you never once gave up and let her have the satisfaction of winning. That has to count as a win, surely? It’s the end now, but you have to accept that too!”
He looked at me, suddenly young, and sweet and trusting, that lonely little boy from long ago looking out from inside him.
“You really think it could be that easy, Tinkerbell?” and I nodded and smiled, relieved to hear the name he’d given me so long ago.
“Yes I do, Lost Boy!” I replied, and saw his beautiful, slow, sweet smile, no hint of sadness or weariness in it, just happiness and relief at last. He believed me, he was coming back.
I jumped up and tugged him to his feet. “You look absolutely shattered, come and get some sleep, we have some things to do tomorrow, and I need you bright-eyed and bushy tailed, so go to bed, now!”
He looked uncertain. “I’ll be fine on the couch, Tink; really, just get me some blankets….”
I was having none of that. I needed to stay with him, to be there with him and hold him close all night and wake up next to him, something I had never had the chance to do.
He followed me into the bedroom, and began undressing, and I had to bite my lip, he was rail-thin, his ribs visible, his muscles moving just under the skin; the most obvious sign of the strain that woman had put him under.
He stripped down to his shorts and made to climb between the sheets, but I stopped him.
“Everything Mark, come on, get naked!”
He grinned and slid them off, tossing them onto his piled up clothes on the floor. I undressed quickly and slid in next to him, holding him close, shocked at how many bones I could feel, how frail he felt. I needed to feed this boy up mucho pronto, he was just a husk of his former self, and again I found time to curse that crazy bitch for what she’d put him through.
His soft hands slipped over me, caressing me as his lips pressed lightly against mine, but I knew he was in no mood for fun and games, he was truly exhausted, mind-fucked and emotionally wrung out, what he needed was a long sleep, a good breakfast, a huge lunch, and me, in that order. I rubbed my hands over him, lightly massaging him, and in five minutes he was breathing deeply, fast asleep.
As he slept, I looked long and closely at him, absorbing his features all over again, revelling in the sight of him after so long; in sleep, he was a little boy again, no care lines or haunted expression, just the sweet face of the lost boy who told me Peter Pan stories and played Captain Hook when I wanted to fight the pirates.
For the first time ever, at last, I fell asleep with his arm around me.
I woke to the feel of his hand on my hip, his cock fully erect and prodding my bottom, and his deep, even breathing; he was still fast asleep, but his hand held me tight against him, his erection showed no signs of abating any time soon, and his warmth, his hand and especially his hard-on, were making me feel decidedly overheated!
At last, I could take it no more, and reached behind me to scratch lightly at his scrotum, hearing his breathing change; he was waking up. His hand slipped from my hip to my waist, and then up, to cup and gently squeeze my breast, lightly twirling the already erect nipple. I felt his head dip down and his lips brush my ear as he whispered “I think I remember this!” before I squirmed around to face him, to look into those lovely clear, gentle dove-grey eyes I’d missed so much, his thick lock of fair hair flopping down over one eye. I brushed it back, the familiarity of the gesture sending a pang through me as I realised how much I’d missed doing it.
Mark pulled me close, his hands reaching for my bum cheeks as I pulled myself up to him, desperate for him to kiss me again, to feel his lips against mine. As he kissed me, his hands roamed over my bottom, squeezing and massaging the cheeks of my bum, before pulling them apart, his fingers exploring my slit and my anus, rubbing a finger around my secret hole as he rubbed and caressed my slit from the rear.
Meanwhile, his tongue was fencing slowly and tentatively with mine, tasting my mouth as I kissed and tasted him, hungry for his lips after being without them for so long. All the while, his cock rubbed between us, thick and long and rigid, waiting for some attention.
I took hold of him and dipped my head down, licking gently around the crown of his big cock, making him sigh as my tongue found a particularly sensitive place, before slipping my lips over the end and sucking him into my mouth. As I sucked him, I gently squeezed and fondled his big soft balls, feeling his thigh muscles tense as I sucked him harder, rubbing my tongue over the sensitive tip. I suckled him as long as I could, easing off when I felt him tensing, wanting to keep eating him for as long as possible, but when I poked my tongue-tip into the furrow in the head of his penis and rubbed rapidly, and gave his balls a good healthy squeeze, he groaned and tensed, his balls tightening and his cockhead swelling as he came in my mouth, long pulsing jets of creamy spunk pooling on my tongue and filling my mouth almost too fast for me to swallow it all. He tasted wonderful, salty-sweet, with a background tangy aftertaste, completely delicious. I had missed that taste, that sensation of thick creamy mouthfuls of his man-fluid, and I knew that I would want this for the rest of my life.
At last, he stopped spurting, and I swallowed the last creamy jets of sperm, licking up the last remnants seeping from his still rigid cock, and polishing his cockhead with my tongue before moving back up to kiss him and wait for whatever he wanted to do next. I wasn’t kept in suspense long, as one of his fingers snaked into my anus, probing and stretching me as he sucked and nibbled on my nipples.