Butterflies Fly Free

When I called the lawyer, I explained Colt’s situation to him and he informed me that he didn’t think it would be too difficult to get Colt emancipated.  In fact, he said it should only take a couple of weeks to get it finalized.  All I had to do was to bring Colt to his office for an interview and sign some paperwork.  He then suggested he had some time open later that afternoon, so I told him I’d pick Colt up from school and swing by.  After he said that would be fine, I went to make sure I could leave work a little early today, and when my boss said I could, I called Colt’s school and asked them to give him a message.  I instructed them to tell Colt that I would pick him up after his last class, so he was to wait for me outside. 

As I pulled up in front of the school, Colt was there waiting for me, but he had a puzzled expression on his face.  He quickly jumped into the car and flashed me a questioning look. 

“What’s up?” he wanted to know, when I didn’t immediately say something.  “Why are you picking me up so early?”

“You have an appointment with a lawyer, to start the emancipation process,” I informed him. 

“Really?  That’s great!” he exclaimed.  “I was afraid I was in trouble or something.”

“Why would you think that?” I asked. 

“I don’t know,” he said, shyly.  “I guess I just thought it must be something really serious for you to take time off from work again.  That’s all.” 

“Well, it is something important,” I replied.  “I’m helping someone very special to me gain his freedom and not have to live on the street.” 

Hearing me say this, he flashed me that wicked grin of his. 

“Thanks, Leo,” he responded.  “You always make me feel so good,” he added, as we drove away. 

The visit to the lawyer was fairly quick and painless.  Well, except that I had to write him a check.  Colt gasped when he heard the lawyer tell me the amount and his face went ashen, but since I’d previously paid other lawyer fees before, I thought this tab was quite reasonable.  I guess he didn’t agree or think doing this would cost so much, because he advised me of this fact, once we got to the car. 

“Wow, how come he charged so much?” he demanded. 

“That fee pays for his time and expertise, but it also covers any costs he might incur while retrieving the background information he’s going to have to collect first, in order to make this happen,” I explained.  “I’ve been told that sometimes they have to hire a Private Investigator to do this, but I was told that he’s the best choice to get this done without any problems.  That’s why I was willing to pay whatever he asked, but I didn’t feel his fee was out of line.”

“I’m sorry I’m costing you so much,” Colt apologized, “but I’ll pay you back.  I promise.” 

After he said this, I noticed the expression on his face and thought he looked so sad that it made my heart ache. 

“Hey, don’t worry about it, Colt,” I told him, trying to soothe his guilty conscience.  “I wouldn’t do it if I didn’t want to or didn’t feel it was necessary.” 

“I know, but it’s sooooo much money,” he countered.  “I guess you’d be happier if you’d never met me.” 

“Not at all.  I’d never feel that way, even if you cost me every penny I have,” I responded, automatically. 

Colt seemed to appreciate my reply, because he gave me another adorable grin. 

“Do you really mean that?” he asked, which showed me his insecure little boy side again. 

“Of course I meant it or I wouldn’t have said it,” I assured him.  “You’ve added something to my life, something that was missing, and I’ll always be thankful to you for doing that.” 

“I didn’t do anything,” he protested.  “You’re the one who’s doing everything for me.” 

“That’s not quite true,” I countered, “and don’t sell yourself short.  You’re too special to have such a low opinion of yourself.” 

“Me… special?” he asked, excitedly, while looking at me as if he thought I’d lost my mind. 

“Yes, even though you don’t realize it, you are,” I offered, as tenderly as I could.  “And even if those around you don’t always recognize or appreciate it, you are truly unique and a pleasure to be around.” 

As soon as I finished speaking, he immediately leaned across the seat and threw his arms around my neck. 

“You always make me feel so good,” he squealed, while enthusiastically squeezing me as hard as he could. 

I suddenly felt he had a hold on me similar to an octopus that wasn’t about to let go of its prey, and I nearly had to pry him loose, so we could go home.  He was so cute about it though, and somehow maintained that marvelous glow about him for the rest of the evening. 

When we arrived at the house, Colt raced ahead and unlocked the door, so he could hold it open for me.  I thanked him as I passed by, and as soon as we were both inside, he made an announcement. 

“I’ll fix dinner, so you can go into the living room and relax,” he urged. 

I thought this was very sweet and told him so, but he didn’t say anything in response.  Instead, he merely flashed me one of his cutest smiles and then went about his business. 

Since he had things under control, I did as I was told, after going to my bedroom and changing into something more comfortable.  When that had been accomplished, I returned to the living room, sat in my chair and turned on the TV.  I wasn’t actually watching it and spent most of my time merely listening to the news on CNN, while I watched what Colt was doing out of the corner of my eye.  I consciously tried not to stare at him directly, because I was afraid doing that might bother Colt or make him think I lacked faith in his ability, but he definitely seemed to know what he was doing. 

Colt moved around the kitchen with a great deal of confidence and a little more than an hour after he started, we were sitting down to enjoy another scrumptious dinner.  This time he’d prepared an Italian meatloaf, with a pasta salad and freshly baked rolls.  I was impressed with his ability, since he had skills few guys his age possessed, so I made sure to compliment him several times about dinner.  Then, I did the cleanup again, after stifling Colt’s numerous protests that he could handle it. 

While I was straightening things up, Colt went to his room to do his homework.  When he finished, he came out, joined me in the living room and sort of cuddled up against me on the couch, as we watched a little TV together.  I decided that doing things like this would be ok, as long as it was kept innocent, because I still wanted to discover the depth of his feelings before we went further.  I needed to be certain that I wasn’t preying on his emotional vulnerabilities or allowing this to move too fast, because I think I’d already concluded my feelings for him ran very deep. 

I was pretty sure this wasn’t merely a physical or sexual attraction, but I also realized only the test of time would totally convince me that we shared a deep emotional connection.  After all, I had only known Colt for a few short days, yet I was already thinking about making a lifetime commitment to him.  Even though I wasn’t very old, I wasn’t so naïve that I was willing to brush aside the idea that this might be some sort of a schoolyard crush on his part, or even mine, so I needed to be positive about how deeply our feelings ran. 

That night, when we went to bed, I was sort of surprised that Colt didn’t try to slip in beside me again, but guessed he might have figured he shouldn’t press his luck.  However, the next morning when the alarm went off, I could feel his body pressed against mine and found his arm draped across my chest.  It seemed that this time he must have waited for me to fall asleep first, before he came in to join me.  Maybe he was right.  Maybe I really WAS a sound sleeper.  I carefully got out of bed and was nearly halfway across the room when I heard him speak. 

“Hey, wait for me,” he demanded. 

I turned toward him quickly, before he had a chance to get out of bed.  I felt I needed to address this situation now, since he was clearly awake. 

“I thought we weren’t going to do this every night,” I stated, as sternly as I could, although I had to keep from chuckling, once I saw his befuddled expression. 

“It wasn’t for the WHOLE night,” he reasoned, as if he felt that would suffice. 

I merely flashed him an angry expression in return, because I knew I currently wouldn’t be able to speak without laughing. 

“Come on,” he whined.  “It’s not doing any harm.  We’re both getting our sleep and waking up on time in the morning, plus we’re not having any problems during the day.” 

I just looked at him, without saying a word, and the following silence caused him to continue babbling on. 

“I didn’t even do anything I wasn’t supposed to either, so what’s the problem?” he pleaded. 

I couldn’t take it any more, because the sad expression on his face and those irresistible, pathetic looking eyes made it impossible for me to make him suffer any longer. 

“Ok,” I agreed, “as long as you continue to behave yourself.” 

Almost immediately, a big grin spread across his face and he leaped into the air, like someone who had just won a sporting contest.  With little warning, his jubilation changed slightly and he raced toward me, before leaping into my arms.  The collision almost knocked me over. 

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” he repeated, before kissing me on both cheeks and then on the lips. 

When he did that, it caused me to spring an erection, so rather than let him discover what had happened, since he’d soon feel it pressing against him, I placed him back on the floor.  I think this made him feel that I was upset, so his eyes grew wide and his mouth hung open, as he looked up at me. 

“Uh, sorry,” he began.  “I know I probably shouldn’t have kissed you again, but I was just sooooo excited.  Please don’t be mad.” 

“I’m not mad, since it was a spontaneous reaction,” I explained, “but we have to get moving.  I don’t want to be late getting to work.” 

This seemed to be enough to appease him, so we went to the kitchen to fix breakfast. 

The rest of the week proceeded fairly normally.  Colt attended school and I went to work, and then when we returned home, he would fix dinner and I would cleanup afterward.  There was one slight difference though, which was that he started to just come straight to my bed every night without trying to hide what he was up to, but we only cuddled.  I even started to spoon up behind him, rather than having him always behind me, and I think he liked that just as much, if not more.  All I knew was that every day he stole another little piece of my heart, so much so that I was beginning to wonder if I’d be able to live without him, if he should happen to find someone else. 

Seeing I didn’t want to take the chance of anything like that happening, I decided to make sure that I showed him how special he was to me and made plans to start doing it this weekend.   I told him I was going to pick him up after school on Friday, but I didn’t tell him the reason why.  I think he just assumed we had to go back to see the lawyer, but I had something different in mind and had taken the afternoon off.  Once I arrived home, shortly after lunchtime, I packed a bag for each of us and loaded them into the car.  Then, I waited until it was time for Colt’s last class to end. 

I was as antsy as a kid waiting to open his Christmas presents and the time seemed to drag on forever.  After going to the toilet and then locking up the house, I drove to the school and found Colt anxiously waiting for me.  After he gave me an enthusiastic greeting, we pulled away from the school, but it took him a few minutes before he realized we weren’t heading home or driving to the lawyer’s office. 

“Hey, where are we going?” he wanted to know. 

“It’s a surprise,” I answered tersely, which seemed to agitate him. 

“Awww, come on.  Just tell me,” he whined, while flashing me a sorrowful, pleading look. 

“Nope.  You’ll find out soon enough,” I advised him, which caused him to start pouting. 

“Please?” he begged, while looking even more pathetic. 

“No way,” I replied sternly.  “Either it’s a surprise or I’ll turn around and head home instead.” 

Seeing I sounded so determined, he merely stared at me, but he looked crushed. 

“Oh, ok,” he finally uttered, although half-heartedly.  “I hope you know that you’re getting to be an old meany.” 

“If you say so,” I answered, without divulging the information he desired. 

I had attempted to make it sound as if I was disinterested in his protest and could tell he definitely wasn’t happy with my response.  I drove on for a while longer, before I spotted a nice place to stop and eat. 

“So, we’re just going out to dinner?” he asked, still confused. 

“Maybe,” was all I replied. 

“Then why did we have to go so far away from home?” he wondered. 

“It just seemed like a good idea,” I responded, as I held the restaurant door open for him and let him go inside ahead of me. 

We had a wonderful meal that night, with both of us ordering the Filet Mignon with all the trimmings.  However, the best part of the meal was being able to sit across the table and stare into his eyes, while I asked him about his day.  This distraction didn’t last for very long, however, before Colt renewed his attempt to wheedle out of me why we had come all this way just to eat.  I didn’t give him the information he was after though, since he was still trying to discover what I was up to, and this caused him to grow even more frustrated with my stubbornness. 

Eventually, we finished eating, left the restaurant and got back in the car.  As we drove away, I headed in the same direction we had been traveling earlier.  This caused Colt to start asking even more questions and I could tell this was driving him crazy, because he didn’t know what I was up to or where we were going.  A couple of hours later, I pulled into a motel and informed him that we’d be spending the night here. 

“But I didn’t bring anything with me,” he immediately began to protest. 

“Don’t worry,” I assured him.  “I’ve taken care of that and packed a bag for each of us.  They’re in the trunk, so I’ve got everything covered.” 

“Wow, you really are sneaky!” he exclaimed, upon hearing my reply. 

“So I’ve been told,” I replied, cheekily. 

This caused Colt to make a face, which showed he wasn’t thrilled that he was unable to break down my defenses.  That’s why I left him in the car, when I went inside to check in. 

It wasn’t a fancy place, but we didn’t need it to be, since we were only going to stay here for the night.  I chose it primarily because it was close to our intended destination and would allow us to get there early the next morning.  Of course, Colt didn’t know this, but he didn’t seem to mind, once he realized we’d be sharing a room and a bed.  Although he still tried to discover my plans, he was much less aggressive about doing so, and before we went to sleep, I placed my request with the front desk for a wake up call. 

“Why do we have to get up so early?” Colt asked, after hearing what I’d told the desk clerk. 

I believe he was hoping I might slip and reveal our destination. 

“You’ll see,” was all I told him. 

“You keep saying that, but I don’t SEE anything more than I did before we left,” he argued.  “Why don’t you just tell me?” 

“Because that would ruin the surprise,” I announced, before rolling away from him and turning off the light, but I could still sense that Colt was not a happy camper. 

Colt stayed on his side of the bed, to show his displeasure, so I resisted the urge to rollover to see what he was up to.  I must admit that I was surprised that he didn’t snuggle up against me, as he usually did, so it was easy to tell he was more than just a little upset with me.  I knew he’d eventually get over it though, so I didn’t let it bother me, but I did miss the feel of his body pressed against mine. 

The next morning, I woke up nearly an hour before my requested wake-up call, so I guess it meant I was more than a little excited about doing this.  I was also pleased to discover that Colt was in the same position I would have normally expected to find him, spooned up behind me with his arm slung across my chest.  I breathed a slight sigh of relief when I noticed this, but the thing was, I didn’t know if he did this intentionally or instinctively, out of habit, as the night progressed.  Either way, I was satisfied to feel his body pressed against mine, although I didn’t take the time to linger and enjoy it, because I wanted to make sure we got as early a start as possible. 

After I slipped out of bed, I headed toward the bathroom, so I could relieve myself first, and then I adjusted the shower and hopped in.  Since I didn’t hear Colt enter the bathroom, I practically jumped when I felt his hands on my back. 

“It’s only me,” he said softly, after noticing my reaction. 

“Damn, you nearly scared the shit out of me,” I told him.  “You’re lucky your not covered in it right now.” 

He chuckled, but then his reaction changed. 

“Ewww, that would have been gross!” he exclaimed.  “Why are you so jumpy.” 

“It might be because I’m not used to sharing my shower,” I replied. 

“Well, maybe we could BOTH get used to it,” he countered, while flashing me an impish grin.  “It’s not a big deal, because we’ve seen each other naked before.” 

His statement immediately caused me to think about when he had seen me naked, since I’d been trying to avoid doing that, but he continued to speak and interrupted my thoughts. 

“I’ll wash you, if you’ll wash me,” he offered. 

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea, Colt,” I told him, half-heartedly. 

I knew deep down that I wouldn’t mind doing what he’d suggested, in fact I’ve probably been subconsciously hoping something like this might happen, but I had to maintain the high ground in this relationship.

“Look, I’ll be good and not do anything sexual,” he replied, in an effort to convince me. 

“The whole idea of washing someone else IS sexual, unless you’re bathing a small child,” I challenged. 

“Maybe,” he conceded, “but what I meant is that I won’t try to jack you off or anything like that,” he explained, so I thought about it for a few seconds. 

“Well, if you can stick to just washing,” I told him, “I might be willing to give it a try.” 

Before I had a chance to change my mind, Colt began to soap up my back and tenderly scrubbed that portion of my body.  He even washed my butt and allowed his fingers to run down the inside of my crack, but he never tried to penetrate my hole.  I breathed a sigh of relief when he moved on without doing that. 

“Turn around, so I can rinse you off,” he ordered, sounding much too comfortable with giving commands. 

‘What did I get myself into?’ I wondered, as I spun around. 

Once my back was facing the showerhead, he gently used his hands to rinse away the remaining soap.  Once that was accomplished, he began to wash my front and I got a little nervous when he started to wash my penis. 

“Ah, maybe I should do that,” I suggested, since I feared that if he touched me there then I was bound to get aroused.   

“I’m only going to wash it, not play with it,” he explained. 

“Maybe so,” I conceded, “but I don’t think it knows that,” I added, which caused him to look down. 

He began to laugh when he saw I was beginning to sprout wood. 

“It’s ok,” he said, comfortingly.  “I won’t take advantage of him.” 

His comment caused him to laugh even louder, as he enjoyed his own little joke, but he never stopped what he was doing.  I allowed him to continue this process and was pleasantly surprised when he kept his word.  Possibly this wasn’t as bad as I feared. 

When it came time for me to return the favor and wash him, it was obvious that he was eagerly looking forward to me doing this.  He was already as hard as a diamond drill bit, but I tried to ignore that fact, as I began to gently wash his body.  I even allowed my hands to tenderly caress every curve of his delicate frame as I did this, and when it was time for me to wash his dick, I nearly broke my own rule.  Even though I knew I shouldn’t, I was extremely tempted to masturbate him, since I was also fairly certain he wouldn’t complain if I did that.  Somehow, however, I found the strength to restrain the urge, since I needed to follow my own rules. 

After we finished drying off, we went back into the other room and got dressed.  We were now ready to be on our way and it was nearly time to spring my little surprise.