CHROMIA SERIES

The Last Male Carrier 7

Chapter VII: Rivalry

Hendrix

My heart swelled in pride and joy when I saw how happy my Flynn was as we sit on the park bench under an enormous tree. Its branches and leaves provided us a shade from the heat of the scorching sun. I watched Flynn as he gleefully eats his vanilla ice cream like a happy-go-lucky child. My eyes went focused on each lick his tongue made on the sweet flavored frozen food. I swallowed the lump on my throat when the thought of him licking the bulbous head of my manhood rushed into my mind. I could feel the inflation behind the fabric of my jeans making an evident bulge. I immediately shook the thought out my mind and averted my gaze instead to the kids happily playing on the middle of the park.

Honestly speaking, I was really a bit hesitant on going back here in the metropolitan. Who would want to go back to a place that made Flynn's life miserable? Who would want to go back to a place where people all care about just themselves? But on the other hand, who am I to resist my Flynn? I would do anything just to see his smile so I brought him back here to where he grew up. A sudden feeling of guilt coursed through my body at the thought of Flynn living on the streets. Sleeping on the stiff and freezing sidewalks without anything but his worn out clothes and struggling to find something to fill up his stomach everyday. How I wished we found him ahead of time so that he wouldn't have experienced all of that but I guessed it was too late for all the regrets. I just have to make the most of out of our time and make him the happiest boy he could ever be.

Looking back to my boy, he was still occupied on finishing his ice cream. I chuckled when I saw how messy eater he was with those melted ice cream all over his lips and some on his cheeks. Yeah, he was still a kid after all and he was so cute. He must have heard my laugh because he glanced towards my direction with confusion written all over his face. Aww, yeah that's my boy. He's my boy.

Without taking my eyes off him, I pulled out my handkerchief on the pocket of my jeans. Then using my left hand, I took hold of his chin, lifted his head and gently cleaned the excess ice cream on his face. I could feel him staring on my lips which made sent a playful wink. He blushed when I noticed his stare and I chuckled at his cuteness. What my baby wants, my baby gets so without warning I closed the distance between us and got a taste of his luscious lips for the second time around. This time I went further and pushed my tongue inside in which he gladly opened. I smiled against his lips. Yeah, tastes better than anything else.

As much as I want to continue this, kids were just a few feet away from us so I pulled away and hugged him tightly against my chest.

"H-hedrix... ice cream... couldn't breathe." He panted.

I quickly released him from my hug before I deprived him of oxygen. I arched a brow when I saw him looking down the ground. I followed his gaze and saw he had dropped his ice cream. I glanced back to him and erupted into fits of laughter when I saw him pouting. It made him sent me the cutest glare I have ever seen before he crossed his arms against his chest and turned his back to me. I couldn't help but laugh even more. Seriously, he was the cutest thing ever. I scooted over and hugged him at the back but I got no response coming from him. I then rested my chin on his shoulder and kissed his neck but still no response. I mentally noted to don't ever mess with Flynn's ice cream.

"Don't be mad at me, baby. Sorry if I dropped your ice cream." I expressed my regret. I have to make sure he would get over with this because I don't want to ruin our last day here. We would be going back to the island soon so I have to make more happy memories that he would never forget.

I was about to speak when a man suddenly appeared in front of us. It was the same time when I felt Flynn tensed a little and pressed himself even more to my body when he got a glimpse of the man. All defenses up, I wrapped an arm around his waist protectively. The man on the other hand was smiling far and wide while holding a pile of books against his chest. By looking at his appearance, I could tell that he was in his late thirties and does look like a teacher or something because of the uniform he was wearing. He was looking at Flynn full of admiration.