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My other stories are: What Jamie Bought under adult youth, Aniel and Guillo under Authoritarian, Zander Gets Fucked under beginnings , Julien's Papi under relationships, and I a few others in random places.
#AG# Bryce Gets His Dream Boy #AG#
Bryson Davis is your average, white, suburban, upper-income, father of two, mid 30's, SUV driving, church going, Texas guy. He goes to supervise his construction sites and three businesses everyday before spending the afternoon in his office taking on new ventures. He spends his time at home playing baseball with his two young teenage sons, working out in his home gym, and eating dinner with his family. He played baseball through high school, college, and now helps out his two sons (Bryan and Taylor) play for the division champ team.
That's why today was so out of place for Bryson.
He had just gotten out of the office and was headed home when his wife, Leann, called to tell him to pick up a few things at the store before he came home. Pulling into the supermarket, he pulled the list his wife wanted off the notepad and headed inside. He strode across the parking lot in his fine Italian suit, pushed back his brown wavy hair, and played with his cell phone before flipping it shut and hiding it in his pant's pocket. He had been there at least twice a week for the last fifteen years since he and his wife had gotten married at the age of 19 and settled in the North Houston suburbs.
Finding a cart ready by the door, he pushed it through and made his way past the checkouts to begin filling the list his wife wanted. As he passed a display of paper towels, he saw something that stopped him in his tracks. There at the register was a boy. Not just any boy, but the boy he had dreamed about. He had seen him a few weeks before on the internet. He had been looking around websites of different gay clubs in Houston, and found this one that had pictures. There, sitting, with a bored expression, on top of a speaker in one of the pictures, was this boy wearing a black, see through, skin tight, sleeveless top, and silver pants. His hair was spiked, and he was glaring at the camera man. The caption underneath simply said "lost angel." The boy was small, very small and thin, his smooth, soft chest had a little definition to it, and two small dark pink nipples peered through the shirt, contrasting over an ivory colored chest.
Bryson had downloaded the picture, staring at it in lust for almost three weeks now. He was ninety nine percent sure that this was the boy. He must have been eighteen because he was in the club, but he couldn't have been any bigger than Bryson's youngest son (13). Bryson needed to get a closer look at the boy to be sure. He ditched the basket, crumpled the list, shoved it into his pocket and moved to the check-out line behind the boy. He grabbed a pack of gum and a coke so that he didn't look out of place standing in the line. The boy had moved up and was taking things out of his basket and laying them out on the check-out belt.
Bryson eyed the boy's purchases, noting that he must have been poor. He was buying a few cans of generic soup, milk, generic cereal, store brand fish sticks, the discount bananas, and a few other off brand items. Bryson sighed, wondering how such a beautiful tiny creature could be left to fend for himself like that. Hearing the sigh, the boy turned around and Bryson was greeted by the sweetest little face he had ever seen. It was definitely the boy from the picture, soft brown eyes, spiked brown hair, warm pink lips, and tanned white skin. He smiled back at the boy and set his gum and coke down behind the rubber place marker.
The checker began scanning the boy's items, and soon asked him for $11.81. The boy's face flushed as his cheeks turned red. He pulled out a crumpled ten from his hooded sweatshirt pocket, and the checker rudely asked him what he wanted to put back.
"Um," said the shy voice in a painfully embarrassed whisper, "The milk... I guess..."
"No," demanded Bryson, whipping out his wallet. He handed the checker a twenty, and then gave the boy back his ten with a warm smile.
"Oh, no... I... thank you," the boy said, looking up at him with warm eyes.
"Don't mention it, I can't let a kid starve," he chuckled, wanting to kick himself for saying something so stupid.
"I'm Aaron," the grateful boy said.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Bryson," said the man, patting the tiny creature on the back.
"Great, now that we all know each other, can we turn this back into the express lane?" barked the checker. Bryson and Aaron locked eyes, smiling.
Aaron thanked Bryson about ten times as he took his groceries and walked out of the store. Bryson quickly paid for his coke and gum, following the boy into the parking lot. He watched as Aaron made his way across the lot, and then down Cypresswood. Bryson jumped into his silver Mercedes SUV, and sped across the lot to get a better view of where the boy was going. He saw him wait at the light to cross the street, and then disappear into seedy apartments. Ramming on the gas, he pulled out in front of a few honking cars, and sped to the light and into the turn lane. The boy walked up a flight of stairs as Bryson turned into the apartments, turning off his lights so as not to be seen. He noted that Aaron walked into an unlit apartment, number 412.
Bryson sat in his car, watching Aaron through the window as he put away his groceries in the kitchen. Soon, the lights turned off, and Bryson's phone rang. It was his wife, she wanted him home for dinner an hour ago. Looking at the time, he saw that he had been watching the apartment for almost 30 minutes. He gave it once last glance and then pulled out of the parking lot, heading home.
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The next day, he arrived at his office, greeted his secretary and then sat at his desk and began working on his plan. He had been thinking about Aaron all night, when he finally slept, he dreamt of fucking the boy, on his lap, on the couch, in the back of his SUV, anywhere and everywhere. He had woken up twice with a raging hard-on and jacked it off quietly so as not to disturb his wife who was pissed about the no groceries and no explanation. Sitting at his computer, he began to work. First, he called an investigator friend of his and asked him to find out as much information he could about a boy named Aaron who lived in apartment 412 of Cypress Gardens. An hour later there was a file faxed over saying that the boy was 18, was from Cincinnati, had finished high school, was enrolled in the local community college, worked at a coffee shop near the mall on 249, had been to the doctor three weeks earlier because he passed out at work and was labeled as a potential anorexic, had three older brothers in Ohio, his father was in jail for "indecent acts" with the boy four months prior, and he lived alone. The file went on with every personal detail ever typed into a computer about the boy.
Bryson grabbed his suit jacket, slipped it on, straightened his tie, and decided to go out for coffee. He zipped away from his office in Greenspoint, and sped up to where Aaron would be working. Sure enough, he was there, looking adorable in his red apron, white t-shirt, and jeans. His hair was hidden under an Astros cap. He was cursing at an espresso maker, hitting it lightly. There was no one else in the shop as Bryson pushed through the doors and pretended not to notice Aaron. He strode over to the counter and tapped lightly to get the boy's attention. Aaron whirled around, and his frustrated expression soon turned to surprise.
"Oh hey! Bryan, right? Thank you so much for the groceries, I can pay you back, I got paid today," Aaron said excitedly.
"Oh, don't worry about it, and it's Bryson, like bison with an R, but everyone calls me Bryce" Bryce said, again, wanting to kick himself for his goofy comment.
"Oh, sorry, Bryce, right, let me get you some coffee, on the house since no one is here," Aaron beamed. Bryce's body shivered with warmth hearing his own name fall from the sweet boy's lips.
"Oh, you don't have to do that," Bryce smiled, regaining his confidence.
"It's no problem, as long as you don't like espresso. I think it's broken," laughed the boy, washing his hands and wiping them on the apron. Aaron fluttered around, making a large cappuccino. Bryson waited for the boy to turn around and shoved two fifties into the tip box. Aaron came back, pushing a large cappuccino in a red to-go cup in front of the man. The coffee shop was still empty, and Bryson decided to make conversation.
"So you live around here?"
"Um, kind of, I live over by the store you were in last night. I just moved down here, it's such a big city."
"Yeah, it can be. It's not usually this cold out, just a December chill I guess. You going home for Christmas?"
"Um... I don't think so, I finished up my classes yesterday, and I am just going to work through the holidays, make some money. Maybe I can finally run the heater!"
"Oh, that's good. Say! If you need extra work, I am always looking for an assistant. It pays 20 an hour. I run a real estate investment company; just need someone to manage my life I guess, haha."
"Oh, I... Wow, that would be great," Aaron said, biting his lip nervously.
"Ok, well give me your number, maybe I can take you out for dinner and talk... about the job... and you can see if you would want to do it," Bryce offered, smiling. Aaron scribbled his number on Bryce's cup, and said he would be home about 4 if the buses weren't running late. Bryce smiled, took the drink, careful not to smudge the numbers, and walked back to his SUV.
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It was the longest day of work Bryce had ever had. He tried to focus, but kept staring at the cup with the boy's number, and then back to the picture he had printed out of the boy next to his family's picture on his desk. At four, he scrambled for his cell phone to call Aaron. Aaron didn't answer, and there was no machine to leave a message. Bryce was nervous, and decided to leave work to find out what was going on. About thirty minutes later, he was close to the boy's apartment. He dialed again, and this time Aaron answered, out of breath. He told Bryce that his bus was late and traffic was bad. He had just gotten home. He also asked about the hundred dollars he had found in the tip jar. Bryce denied it, and luckily the coffee shop had been busy that afternoon. Bryce arranged to pick Aaron up in two hours and go to dinner to discuss the "job."
Meanwhile, he had two hours to kill, and drove over to a construction site to check on his new business park being built. He called his wife, saying that he would be home late because of a business dinner he had with a company interested in locating in his new office park. She was upset, but knew that this would mean a lot more money for them. Stopping by his company apartment, he dashed in to get spruced up for the evening. He kept some clothes there, and changed out of his suit, into a crisp white button down shirt, khakis, and black leather shoes with a black leather belt. The shirt was open two buttons to reveal his strong, lightly hair chest. He prided himself on his body and young appearance, and hoped it would be a turn on to the boy.
At 6:30, he arrived back at Aaron's place. He knocked on the door, and was greeted by the adorable boy wearing grown up clothes. He looked almost an adult in a light blue polo shirt which hugged his slight frame, tucked into khaki corduroy pants with a brown leather belt, and brown leather shoes. Aaron had fixed his hair into little spikes like the night before, and his clear complexion surrounded a beautiful smile. Bryce felt his cock jump slightly as Aaron came out, turned to lock the door, and pushed his ass against the man's thighs.
Bryce had ordered take-out food, and picked it up before taking Aaron to a secluded spot. It was almost 8 when they reached Bryce's country property, wound down a dirt road, and ended up in front of a small lake. There was a wooden deck built partially over the water, and Bryce led Aaron down to it, carrying a basket and the food. Aaron helped him spread the blanket out, and Bryce opened up the containers of Italian food then lit a few candles. The two sat and ate watching the water, as Bryce asked Aaron an endless number of questions about his past, what he liked to do, what he wanted to be when he "grew up."
He knew, from reading the file, when Aaron was lying about having a nice mom and dad. Bryce just smiled, and let him have his dream though. They ran out of food before conversation, and they continued talking as Bryce poured two glasses of wine, giving Aaron much more than him. After his second glass of wine, Aaron began to shiver in the cold night air. Bryce stood up and took off his leather jacket, draping it over the boy's shoulders. He then sat behind him with his knees on either side of the boy, pulling him against his chest and rubbing his arms to warm him up. Aaron, quite tipsy, leaned back into the man's strong arms. Bryce encapsulated the boy, his legs crossed in front of him, his arms around him, and his body behind him. Aaron had nowhere to go, but wasn't interested in leaving anyways.
"You are the most beautiful boy I have ever met," Bryce whispered into his ears and then kissed down the back of his neck.
"Do I get the job?" Aaron whispered with a smile, loving the attention he got.
"You get anything you want baby boy," Bryce growled gently into Aaron's ear as he nibbled on it, stroking the boy's slight chest. Aaron tilted his head back to look up into the man's eyes as Bryce leaned in to kiss him softly on the lips. His hands continued roaming over the boy's chest, and soon found their way down to his pants. Aaron lifted himself up a bit, allowing Bryce to slide down into his pants. His right hand found the boy's package, covered in silky mesh briefs. He loved the feel, but more so the hard cock that they contained.
Aaron was lifted up and turned around to face the man. He leaned in and took Bryce's tongue into his mouth, allowing it to subdue his own tongue before circling it around Bryce's. The man reached down to his own pants, unzipping the tent, and freeing his cock. Aaron leaned down, taking it into his mouth, and swirled his tongue around the tip. His nose was met by a thick bush of hair that smelled like a man should, and he breathed it in as he closed his eyes. His head was soon bobbing up and down on the cock, loving the thick hard shaft with its slightly sweaty taste. Bryce worked his hands through the boy's soft, gelled hair, pushing him down further onto his cock.
As Aaron continued sucking, Bryce leaned back, fishing a condom and lube from the picnic basket. Aaron took his head off of the man's cock for a moment, saw what Bryce was doing and smiled up into his eyes.
"It's too cold out here to do that," Aaron observed.
Bryce lifted the boy up off the deck, carried him to the SUV, and laid him into the backseat. As Aaron stripped off his clothes, Bryce moved to turn on the car, and turn up the heat. He found that "Smooth Jazz" station on the radio, and then climbed into the backseat with the now naked boy, shutting the door behind him. The lights dimmed slowly as the music and heat filled the car. Aaron stopped shivering as Bryce pulled him into his arms. Bryce leaned back on the seat with his massive cock sticking out of his pants as Aaron crawled around on top of him. Aaron was flipped around, and Bryce began sucking, fingering, nibbling, and licking at his ass. Aaron wiggled and went back to work on Bryce's cock, sucking it in and out of his mouth.
"Oh fuck yeah baby, suck Daddy's cock. That feels so good baby boy," Bryce wailed as Aaron attacked his cock with a ferocious tongue bath. Soon Aaron felt two fingers began to fill his hole and then a warming sensation as lube was applied. He worked his ass on the fingers, pushing against them to send them deep inside his body. When Bryce was satisfied that he wouldn't tear the boy in two, he lifted him up, and spun him around so that his ass would line up with the man's cock. Aaron pushed down on the massive cock as Bryce steadied it with his hand. The head popped in, sending a sharp pain through the boy's tiny body. Aaron laid his head into Bryce's chest as the man rubbed his back gently.
"I don't want to hurt you baby," Bryce whispered, but Aaron shook his head, pushing farther back on the man's cock. It didn't feel so bad now that the large head was in, and soon Aaron was pushing to take more. Bryce let the boy adjust on his cock and take what he could. It took five more minutes before Aaron had most of it inside him. Bryce lifted the boy's head and began kissing him as he wrapped his arms around the small body that collapsed on his chest.
"Fuck me now," Aaron begged, and Bryce began to pump in and out of the boy, eliciting mmmmms and oh fucks from him. Bryce sat up and leaned against the door, pulling the boy into his chest and slipping his hands under the boy's ass. He began lifting Aaron up and down on his cock, kissing him when their faces met. He loved the look of pained pleasure on Aaron's face each time he rammed a little more into the tiny ass. Aaron was also hard at work on his own cock, jacking it fast as Bryce pumped into him. Bryce watched it bounce as Aaron went up and down. It looked so cute to him, about 5 inches hard, but it looked huge against the boy's tiny frame. Soon, Aaron was shooting thick white cum all over the man's tummy. His orgasm sent Bryce into his own as the boy's ass clenched and released tightly around the man's cock.
Bryce shot four heavy loads into the condom which stretched and grew, threatening to burst inside the boy's ass. Finally, the two collapsed and Bryce held onto the boy, rocking him into a small nap. Aaron woke up almost an hour later with his head pressed against the man's chest and a cock buried deep inside him. Though Bryce had gone soft, he hadn't lost much length or fullness, and Aaron loved the feeling.
Aaron sat up, stretched, and looked at the clock on the radio. It was midnight, and he had to work the next day at 11. It was time to go home. He poked Bryce to wake him up, and told him he had to go home for work.
Bryce lifted the boy off of his cock, pulled up his pants, and re-buttoned his shirt. He climbed out of the SUV and went to gather their things, telling Aaron to stay in the warm car. Aaron watched the man as he gathered up the things from their dinner and then pulled a cell phone out of his pocket. Bryce was calling someone... so late. What he didn't hear was Bryce calling one of his construction workers to set up a quick job for him at Aaron's apartment. His fantasy with the boy had been fulfilled, but he wanted more, and Bryson Davis always got what he wanted. Finally, Bryce returned to the car and set the things inside the picnic basket in the back seat.
They took a long way home, and as Bryce pulled up to Aaron's apartment, it was almost 1am. Bryce got out and walked Aaron to his door. Aaron said goodnight, and then his feet crunched on glass. It was broken and all over the patio in front of his door.
"Oh SHIT," Aaron yelled at seeing the window broken and his door ajar. He pushed through the door and ran around looking at things. "They didn't take anything! What the fuck was the point of breaking in?" Aaron sat on his bed and began to cry. Bryce followed him inside, and sat next to him, pulling the boy into his lap. Bryce looked around the apartment at the boy's meager belongings. It was a small efficiency with a bed, an old armchair with frayed edges, and a small TV sitting on a plastic crate with a portable CD player inside. The closet was open, revealing four shirts, a pair of jeans, and the silver pants from the picture.
"Ok, you aren't staying here tonight, we will go to my company apartment, and get you some new things tomorrow." Bryce said while stroking Aaron's back.
Aaron nodded, and moved off of the man's lap, grabbed a backpack, and packed a t-shirt, underwear, his jeans, and shoes. He moved over to the bathroom and packed his brush, toothbrush, and face wash. Grabbing his teddy bear and pillow off the bed, he stood next to Bryce, waiting for instructions.
"Get everything you want, you're not coming back here baby," Bryce said, helping Aaron pack up a few other things. There wasn't much in the apartment, but Bryce emptied a drawer with a few pairs of briefs and socks. The boy shivered as they moved back into the night air and Bryce shut the door behind them. They drove to Bryce's apartment, stripped down, and curled up in the warm plush bed. It was the best night of sleep Aaron had in a long time.
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The next morning, Aaron woke up at ten, curled up in his new daddy's arms. He sat up with a start yelling about being late for work and scrambling for clean clothes. Bryce told him to get back to bed; he was working for him now.
"No, I have to go to work, I have to put in notice if I am going to work for you," Aaron protested, digging a shirt and briefs out of his backpack.
"No sugar, I'll call someone to fill in for you for a week," Bryce reassured, reaching for his cell phone. A few minutes later, it was resolved and just like that Aaron would never have to make coffee, for others, again.
"Ok," Aaron said, settling back into Bryce's arms, "What do I do today boss?"
"First, my cock needs attention, then we need to go and get you some new clothes for work," Bryce smiled, pushing the boy down to his erection.
Aaron crawled down to the man's cock, laid hard against his tummy. He pulled it up to his lips, kissed the tip, and let it spring back against the tummy. Getting between Bryce's legs, he licked at the heavy ball sack, sucking gently on each nut. He kissed around Bryce's thick muscular thighs, taking in the scent of his new master. Kissing a trail up to the cock, Aaron opened his mouth and traced his tongue slowly up the shaft pausing at the tip to lick small quick circles around it. Bryce's cock jumped, growing another inch at the boy's play.
"Yummy," Aaron smiled up at Bryce whose heart melted at the sight of the adorable boy between his legs. He reached his hands down to Aaron, running his fingers around the boy's head. Aaron began taking the cock into his mouth as Bryce pushed down on his head. Aaron gagged a little as the tip of the cock hit the back of his throat, and Bryce let up a little, apologizing. Aaron, however, tried it again, and soon was able to take more of the man's cock, sucking it down his throat and working his tongue around the shaft.
Bryce began to buck as Aaron's tongue sent waves of pleasure through his body. With his wife, he could last for hours, mostly out of boredom, but this boy was a pro, and soon he felt release approaching. His body tensed, and he shot wads of cum into the cute boy's throat. Bryce collapsed back into the bed as Aaron climbed up his body and rested on his chest. Finally, he lifted the boy up and their lips met in a long, slow exchange of tongues. Bryce tasted traces of his cum in Aaron's mouth, and licked it clean.
"Ok," Bryce said, breaking the kiss, "time for you to shower, I will be there in a few." With a swat of the ass, Bryce lifted Aaron up and onto his own feet, watching as the boy scampered off to the bathroom. Bryce grabbed his phone and turned it on, then dashed out to the quiet living room. His cock swung between his legs dripping a little after cum onto the carpet as he dialed his wife thinking of excuses for his absence. Surprisingly, she didn't even bring it up, but rambled on about redoing the kitchen. He agreed to her budget, not wanting to waste her good mood, and told her that he would be home after dinner later that night.
Bryce closed the cell and dashed off to find his beautiful boy washing under a warm spout. He joined the boy in the shower, and Aaron sponged away at the man's chest. They finished and moved to the closet. Bryce spotted a few t-shirts and jeans his older son had left there. His family had used the closet to store old clothes. Aaron didn't question the source of the clothes, but slid into them. The jeans were loose on him, but the smallest t-shirt fit him nicely. Bryce dressed in a tight black t-shirt that barely covered his muscles, a worn pair of jeans that accentuated his strong manly ass, and a blue zip hooded sweatshirt that covered it all. Aaron shook his head, what a waste. Bryce fished around and found an old blue jacket his oldest son hadn't worn in a few years. It would keep the boy warm.
Bryce led Aaron down to the car and they sped off to the Galleria. Aaron had not been able to see around Houston much, and Bryce knew this would blow him away. Aaron's eyes were glued to the city as they passed the third largest skyline in the country and sped off to the mall. Bryce was excited about dressing the fantasy boy in the fantasy clothes, and stopped off to get cash so as not to explain the purchases to his wife when the credit statement came in.
The two spent hours in stores. Aaron didn't like some of the things Bryce dressed him in, but he made little protest. Finally Bryce had him in a tight long sleeve bright green top with blue cotton overalls. Aaron felt twelve, but the mirror showed ten. Bryce smiled over his shoulders, holding him around the waist as the sales boy rolled his eyes knowing what was happening. Bryce stared at him for the longest time as the boy squirmed in the clothes.
"Yeah," Bryce nodded, "I like this a lot." Bryce paid for it along with several other outfits from the pre teen boy's store. They ended up with four large bags of outfits that Aaron wasn't entirely sure were right for an office setting. Leaving the mall, Bryce headed towards downtown on Westheimer. They arrived at a leather shop, and Aaron squirmed uncomfortably again as Bryce came around and opened his door.
"I don't think this is right for me," Aaron protested in a soft whisper.
"I know what is right for you, trust me," Bryce said, pushing the boy into the store. Aaron was fitted for a black leather collar with a silver ring in the back and the words "FUCK ME" in silver across the front moments later, and stood in front of yet another mirror modeling it along with a tight leather jockstrap with a red vertical stripe down the crotch. Bryce entered the dressing room carrying more leather jocks, but dropped them at the sight of the boy. He looked so thin and helpless, soft pale skin contrasted against harsh black leather. He reached his arms around the boy and drew him back against his chest, rubbing his hands up to the boys nipples and twisting them harshly.
"Ouch," Aaron whimpered softly as Bryce smiled and bit his ear playfully. Bryce slipped off the leather jock and folded it, setting it into the yes pile. Next he slipped on a pair of white see-through latex briefs. Aaron shivered from the cold room, his nipples standing at attention, wondering what he was getting into. They finished after trying on several see through soft black briefs, and Aaron was allowed to dress again. Bryce made him wear the overalls outfit from the mall, and put a new red Astros cap on his head. Aaron smiled and thanked him for the present.
As Bryce paid for the purchases another man came out of the back room and handed Bryce another black leather collar with ring. Across the front in silver it said "Bryce's Baby." Aaron blushed as the sales boy slipped it into the bag, Bryce handed him a credit card to pay the $500 he had spent. They had dinner at a little vegetarian health food place in Montrose, and then headed back up north to the apartment. Bryce unpacked all of the purchases as Aaron sat on the bed, feeling a little ashamed of the money he had spent that day.
"Ok," Bryce said about 9, "I've gotta head home. You stay here tonight, I will pick you up in the morning, call if you need anything, my cell number is number 1 on speed dial, just hit 1 and then call." Bryce moved to kiss the boy, but Aaron pulled back.
"You... You're... going?" Aaron said with tears forming at the corners of his eyes. "What did I do? I'm sorry about getting all the clothes.... I... Don't go..." Aaron's face was red as tears streamed down his cheek.
"I know baby, but I have to go to my house," Bryce said, sitting next to the boy on the bed and taking him into his arms.
"I go with you?" Aaron begged in his cutest voice. The man's heart broke, but he knew he couldn't.
"No baby, you can't come home with me," Bryce said, looking down into the wide beautiful eyes that stared up at him.
"Why?"
"You just can't ok? You will be safe here; you're in the best neighborhood on the north side."
Bryce kissed the boy and got up, wiping a tear out of his own eye and feeling guilty for the lies, but Aaron wouldn't understand about him being married and having a family. He made a quick exit and locked the door soundly behind him. Driving home, he tried to call the apartment, but Aaron didn't answer. He must have been pissed, but it was for his own good. He had bettered the boy's life, hadn't he? Aaron was much safer and in a much nicer place. Bryce wondered how long he could keep his fantasy boy and home life in check.
Bryce tried calling Aaron once more as he pulled into his driveway, but there was still no answer. Walking in the door, he saw his family sitting around the TV watching that stupid funny home video show. Some cat was dressed as Santa and carrying a small present between its teeth. His boys and wife barely acknowledged his entrance, and he sat on the couch fingering his silver cell phone in his hand.
Aaron stretched out on the bed, sad, alone, and confused. He found the shirt Bryce had been wearing the night before and held it to his chest as he curled around a pillow and settle in for the night. The phone rang, but he didn't know who it was, and didn't want to get Bryce in trouble since this was the company apartment. Finally, he unplugged it, and fell asleep under the soft down blanket. He snuggled up to Bryce's shirt, and breathed in the scent which calmed him.
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The next morning, Bryce sped over to the apartment and found Aaron fast asleep under a pile of blankets. He sat on the bed and stroked the boy's face, smiling at the sight of his shirt clutched tight against Aaron's chest. Aaron had a piece of it in his mouth and sucked it as he slept. It reminded him of puppy's first night with a new owner. He reached over and shook the boy gently, rousing him from his sleep.
"Good morning baby," Bryce said, kissing the boy on the forehead. Aaron turned his head and, at the sight of the man, burst into tears. He pushed himself up and threw his arms around Bryce's neck. Bryce pulled him into a tight hug and stroked his back slowly whispering "shhhh" into the boy's ears.
"It's ok, Daddy's here," Bryce reassured the boy, feeling guilty for leaving him alone. He had had a night of restless sleep, staring at the phone, picturing Aaron dead or hurt or boy-napped. He had to somehow fix this so that he could give the boy the attention he needed without ignoring his family responsibilities.
He watched Aaron shower, and made him a bowl of cut up fruit, cereal, and yogurt mixed together for breakfast as Aaron changed into the clothes Bryce had laid out for him. Bryce finished mixing the breakfast, adding a crushed up vitamin and almost dropped the bowl as he turned around and found Aaron sitting silently across the kitchen counter staring at him with a hopeful smile. Bryce watched the boy eat, and then the two sped off to Bryce's office. He had a lot of work to catch up on, luckily though it was Friday, and he had planned a fun filled weekend for his new toy.