Your parents divorced when you were not even 9 years old, which is why you were placed in a children's home. You hoped that at least one of your parents would appeal for custody, but that never happened until one day, a otter who looked no older than twenty came to your orphanage. Your caretaker, Madame Marcy, hugged him tightly, like mothers do when sending their sons off far away, for example, to war. The otter, named Oliver, smiled while you continued to stare, not quite understanding who had come to see you. He just stood there smiling.

Suddenly, he stepped outside and a couple of minutes later returned with a huge box, barely dragging it to the center of the room. Saying — This is for everyone, — Oliver set the gift on the floor and opened it with one swift move. Inside were about twenty kilograms or maybe even more, of candy.

Oliver had taken a few steps toward the door but suddenly stopped and sighed heavily. Turning to Madame Marcy, he unexpectedly said: — You know, I can only take one of them, just one, although I want to take every single child. But I can’t choose…

Madame Marcy approached Oliver and, hugging him, said: — In that case, I will take the liberty of choosing. We have a child whose parents abandoned them... — her gaze pierced through yours, seeking approval. — Come here, don’t be shy.

Oliver looked down at you, smiled, and said: — Let’s go, kid, I’ll show you your new home…

We drove nonstop for almost a day: Oliver was in a hurry. He didn't say a word, just smiled, trying to hide his feelings, but you could see he was bursting with joy and pride.

In the evening, we finally arrived at a building and got out of the car. It turned out to be a large two-story house with a lawn and wooden swings in the yard.

Time passed, and you lived with Mr. Oliver for several years. He worked at an urban planning company in a position that didn't require long trips or business trips.

Mr. Oliver was always kind to you, and although he was strict but fair at times, he never yelled or raised his hand at you, caring for your well-being and health, giving you everything he had and could give.

However, something changed inside Oliver when you reached maturity, as if something secret, something dark was growing deep within him. He began to feel something towards you, and it wasn't just paternal; as disgusting as it might have been for him, it was a physical desire.

Oliver never thought about his orientation, he always assumed that he liked girls, but he also found guys appealing. To this day, he cannot understand if he is gay or straight.

Yet, he held himself back, gritting his teeth, avoiding physical contact, and spending a long time in the bathroom to relieve his yearning for you, alone behind a closed door. It was wrong, disgusting, but he couldn't help himself. He wanted no one else but you.

And then, the time for your adulthood arrived!

Mr. Oliver decided to take you to the countryside, where he rented a small villa by the lake surrounded by forests, where there was no one but you two... He had not planned how he was going to confess his feelings, he waited long, patiently, and it was extremely torturous for him. He waited for you to mature, waited for you to finish puberty, waited until you felt physical closeness with someone... other than him.

All day, Oliver couldn't find a place for himself until evening came. The full moon shone brightly in the sky, its rays falling on the lake and creating the perfect atmosphere of privacy and calmness. This was the most suitable moment, now or never.

Oliver stepped out of the house and headed to the beach, where you were sitting on the sand enjoying the wonderful view. He barely suppressed a convulsive sigh and, nodding to himself, confidently walked straight to you, wearing nothing but black athletic shorts, with nothing beneath them.

When Oliver got close enough to you, he cleared his throat to get your attention and gave you his most irresistible smile and said, – Hey kid. Mind if I join you?