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|About Little Boy Lost: Sacrificed|
Reunited with his father but missing the one man he loves more than any other, Jamie Mayfield attempts to put his life back together amid rehab, seizures, and the gutting loneliness of Brian’s rejection. As he tries to cope, Jamie finds that relying on his friends isn’t nearly as difficult as he’d imagined, and soon he can once again stand on his own two feet. While recovering from his addiction, Jamie starts a new phase of his life at college, working to become the man Brian needs him to be. Only one question remains: Can Jamie earn Brian’s forgiveness and win back his trust, or will their love be sacrificed at the altar of Jamie’s demons. Brian and Jamie’s epic journey comes to a close in this thrilling conclusion to the Little Boy Lost series.
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|From Little Boy Lost: Sacrificed|
I finished the paragraph I’d been writing in the journal and then flipped over to my e-mail to see that I had just one, from Alex.
PIZZA and a movie sounds awesome. We haven’t done that in forever! Mike will be in SF this weekend, so can we make it a sleepover? I’ll bring my superhero jammies. We can get those weird chips that you like, lots of caffeine, and just talk.
Miss u like crazy!!
My laughter broke the eerie silence in the room. Apparently, lime-flavored tortilla chips constituted something weird. I logged in to the online grocery service that I’d started using to help my dad out. Grocery shopping was one of the few things that I could do to help out around the house. Two grown men who were hardly ever home didn’t make much of a mess, so there wasn’t a lot to clean. Because my seizures were still uncontrolled, my dad didn’t really want me to cook, so I’d just been assisting him in the kitchen. Adding chips, candy, and soda to the order, I scheduled the delivery and felt a little bit more in control of my life. At least I didn’t need to ask my dad to take me to store just so I could feed my friend.
After that, I fired off e-mails to my dad and Alex confirming plans for the weekend. I knew my dad wouldn’t have a problem. He’d been on me for the last two weeks to get together with my friends. What he didn’t really understand is that the one person I wanted to see didn’t want to see me. Brian hadn’t made any contact with me in the three weeks I’d been staying with my dad. Whenever I asked Alex about him, he just stalled and said that Brian was working some things out.
I lay back on my bed and stared at the ceiling, imagining Brian’s face.
The sound of a motor kicking to life startled me awake. My eyes opened against the late morning sunlight streaming in through the east-facing windows, and I blinked rapidly. The roar of the mower sounded close, so I went to my bedroom window to see where it came from. Three guys, naked from the waist up, worked in our backyard—mowing, trimming, and whatever else landscapers did. The guy mowing the lawn, clearly Hispanic, had a lean, muscular chest and a bandana holding back long black curls. My cock stirred just a bit, hopeful at the sight of such a beautiful guy in such close proximity. A second guy crossed my line of vision as he trimmed the hedges around the garage. Ebony skin glistened in the sun’s rays as they played across the perfectly defined shoulders and abs. A T-shirt, navy blue or maybe black, hung from the back of his jeans and looked dangerously close to falling when he squatted down to pick up a few small branches.
The third guy really got my attention as he knelt in the uninspired flowerbed along the back of the yard. I took a few steps closer to the window so that I could get a better look, my cock more interested by the second. By the time I could feel a chill from the glass, I was semihard. Short brown hair stuck up at odd angles, like he’d been running his hands through it, wiping sweat from his face as he worked. I couldn’t see his face, but if the body was any indication, the guy would be gorgeous. A sliver of guilt slid into my stomach because my dick got hard for some random guy in the backyard, but it wasn’t like I’d go out there and stand among the begonias and drop my jeans so he could suck me where he knelt. Though my cock strained at the crotch of my jeans, obviously very interested in that idea.
More from animal instinct than actual thought, my right hand strayed to my groin and rubbed lightly as I watched him transfer the last of the wilted plants into a lawn bag resting carelessly against his right knee. I rubbed my cock harder as the guy stood and stretched. My mouth actually watered at the sight of his long, lean muscles flexing and glistening in the soft light. Conflicting emotions swamped me as I thought about going outside to talk to him. My heart had ached for weeks without Brian, but a flurry of excitement caused my pulse to race. It was the only stirring I had felt since he walked out of my life.
When I considered opening my jeans to pull out my cock and stroke it in earnest, a horrible thought struck me. If my cock was in my hand when I started to seize, would my muscles tense around it, squeezing with brutal force? Almost as bad, I imagined the look on my dad’s face if he walked in and I was midseizure with my pants around my knees, cock in hand. I couldn’t even think about his horror if I were using some kind of toy. My hand moved away from my softening dick just as the gorgeous guy turned and I caught a glimpse of his face. I couldn’t stop the word that flew out of my mouth and reverberated against the window.
Mike glanced up from where he stood in the dying flowers and smiled when our eyes met. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I couldn’t believe I’d been drooling over the guy who’d made me feel like shit for the last few months, but I was honestly glad to see him. Mike felt like a link to Brian, and I needed one so badly right then. Even though we were in the same city, he seemed so goddamned far away that he might as well have been on the moon.