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“I want to be. I want to be a good boy.” Sam whispered, licking his lips, his breath hitching in his throat as Rich stared him down. The man kissed him, and adjusted his erection, the bulge so unmistakable that it made Sam’s eyes water at the sight of it, and then they were off. If Sam would have stopped to think about where he was, walking arm in arm with an older, larger, much more confident man, heading to his cabin where Sam was 99% sure he was about to lose his virginity, he might have fainted. As it was, the power of magnetism of the older man were so much that Sam probably would have fallen to his knees right there, had he been ordered to. When Rich asked about Sam’s parents, the boy laughed, the sound much more bitter than one would have expected from him, before a flash of fear shot through him at the thought of having to introduce Daddy to them. “They’re awful. They don’t even know I’m gay. Do I…do I have to introduce you to them? I…I think they’d kill me. They’d never speak to me ever again. They hate gay people. They think I’m at church camp.” Sam sniffed, the words no more than a mumble and his face trained at the ground. “They’d never understand you.”
Rich noticed the bitter tone and, as it was with him always in control, he took the boy by the hand and tangled his fingers with his. “I know we just have minutes from getting to know each other,” the man responded, “but you have nothing to fear while I’m with you,” Rich admitted. “If they disown you or for who you are, you better come straight at me. I’ll make sure you are safe and happy.” Rich knew exactly what it entailed to face the world on your own for being true to yourself, so the older male turned to look into the eyes of the boy. “I’m serious. You are my responsibility. I’ll make sure you are happy all the time,” a kind smile and soon Rich noticed they had arrived. That was the only moment he broke contact with him, to rush to the door with two or three steps and insert his key on the lock. “So, here we are.” He paused in order to look at Sam. “Just a few house rules to remember: shoes and coats stay at the entrance. Clothes are always optional.” He said with a wink, already opening the door for the boy to come in. Inside, the cabin was the same as everyone else’s with the only difference of the lavish style and eloquent design choices that Rich had made to decorate the place. It felt like an modern artist studio more than a cabin.