I don't know when it happened.
Or why.
I always considered myself a cultured man.
In my line of work, I traveled to a lot of places.
I've read a lot of books in my life, I went through a bunch of philosophical talks with successful people I met.
I'm a respected soldier.
Not new in the army, it already consumed most of my life.
In a busy lifestyle like mine, I never really had time for relationships.
And it wasn't first thing on my mind either.
I was married, but not out of my own choice.
My parents wanted me to marry a rich lady, hoping that I would change my mind and try to become a family man.
It didn't work. I never felt anything for the woman I used to be with.
It's been a year since my divorce, it wasn't a sad event for me or anything.
Like I said, no feelings were here.
And so, I never thought about relationships.
Sure, I'm a 34 year old man, I have my needs, but I always had something more important to think about.
That is, before a new guy joined us.
We're a private military company and I have no clue how did this guy get here so young.
Aiden.
I mentioned I read a lot of books in my life, that's true.
One book that I remember the most, that stuck with me the most, was the book "Lolita" by Nabokov.
While reading it, I could never imagine how an adult man could be so unhealthy attracted to youthfulness.
But when I met Aiden and got closer to him, I completely understood.
I completely understood how it is like to crave someone's youthful energy, their soft flesh and wanting to feel it under your fingertips.
I'm not jealous of Aiden's youth because I crave to be young again, no.
I want to taste it.
I want to be the one to take away his innocence, to taint his pure, pale body with the corruption of adult world.
Aiden is 19, meaning he counts as adult in the eyes of the law.
That's what keeps me sane at night.
But if anyone would saw him, he could never have guessed that Aiden is 19.
That seducing, slick little vixen...
I never can stop eyeing him.
The way his shirt rides up his body when we work out together, revealing his smooth, lean belly.
The way his hips move when he walks away.
He's basically asking for it with most of his behaviors.
The way he brushes against me when we're in a cramped place.
The way he randomly comes into my office, only to talk my ear off and...
Oh.
Exactly what I'm talking about.
"Excuse me, sir..."
I hear the familiar, boyish voice.
"Come in, Aiden."
I say, trying to not show the happiness I feel when I see that pale, beautiful little face.
So smooth and delicate... I want to squish his little cheeks.
"Ah, sorry for interrupting, but... there's something I needed help with."
"Go ahead, I wasn't busy anyways."
"Could you help me... with stretching out?"
I gulp, feeling a surge of heat going through my body.
I know he doesn't mean it... like that.
But I can't help and drool over the thought anyways.
"...Hm?"
I ask to be sure.
"I mean, like you used to help me before, sir. At the gym. It's empty and I thought... I could use extra training, haha."
Aiden said with a giggle, showing off his braces.
They only make him look younger...
"I thought you're a big boy already and don't need help when doing such things as stretching... you're still a kid after all, huh?"
