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Subject: Barber Boyz Club (M/b, first time, oral, anal, hair) Legal things are a personal matter. Respect the copyright and this is for 16+ only. Comments and suggestions are always very welcome at: ail BARBERBOYZZCLUB Since Julian was a little boy he knew that one day he was to become a barber! Every summer he visited his favourite uncle Fred, who owned a barbershop in the centre of a pretty little town. He used to sit hours in the shop and watched his uncle cut the customers. When he got older certain very young customers raised his attention and raised something else too. His uncle Fred, who noticed the small (?) problem in his nephew’s pants didn’t waist much time introducing the 12 year old the easiest way solving such a hot problem. From that time Julian spent every holiday with his uncle. His parents thought it a relieve; now they didn’t have to border with summer camps and all the other expensive solutions for working parents during holidays. Growing older Julian also learned how to cut. He went to college to become a sharp barber. During his trainee work Julian developed with a friend a way how to seduce hot little boys during their cutting After finishing college Julian was happy to start as an assistant in the shop with his uncle. Only shortly after that Fred decided to leave and live with some men he could share his hobbies. Now Julian was the owner of the barbershop. Between regular male customers many little sweet hot boys enjoyed being cut (or have their head cuddled) by this handsome 20 year old stud. Some of them stacked around in the barbershop all afternoon. Enjoying the magazines, the cartoons, games on the p.c., the pool table and other goodies uncle Fred always had in stock for customers. Whenever Julian could get a hold of posters with glamorous cut young boys he would hang them around in the shop. He noticed that a lot of the little boys paid special attention to them and even asked to be cut that special way. One of this hot little clients was 9 year old Marco. He want to look like Troy Silvan’s, his poster was the biggest in the shop. During earlier visits Julian already enjoyed the little boy by pushing his rod against the back of the boy during the cutting. Now he had decided to explore more of the needs of the little cute fellow. So when the boy came for another haircut, -it seemed much earlier then Necessary- Julian told the boy that he had no time that afternoon. To many appointments were made that day. But he was willing to cut his little friend after closing time. It didn’t disappointed Marco at all; his little smile showed that he expected then a more ataköy escort exclusive treatment. Of course he didn’t realise the entire real treat, but some things in his body did stir up already. His single working mother at home, didn’t took much notice of her little son, chasing new men all the time to please herself. The boy left happy with an unknown, warm feeling full expectations! Julian quickly worked on all the customers; if possible he would close sooner as usual. Just another little blond, Matthew, did get a longer, special hair treat. Again Julian’s rod got more and more excited and found his way in the back of the barber seat. The hot blond boy giggled when Julian played teasingly his ears, tickled his neck and blew the left over hairs from it. Doing that, he even managed, unseen, to place a little kiss on that adorable thin neck of the now aroused kid. `Wouldn’t it be lovely to combine this hottie later with Marco when I have started mine new barberboyzzclub?’ his mind concluded. When Matthew left the shop, warmly guided by Julian, Marco was just arriving and the two boys did greet each other. When Matthew asked why Marco was coming at closing time, the answer was that `a special treat’ for Marco was the reason. `That’s how hot kids are made curious’ Julian thought. `I’m glad you could make it this time Marco,’ Julian welcomed his expected little lover, `I will have all the time to make a star of you!’ Marco grinned and walked towards a barber chair. `Marco, why don’t you come to my special room for star clients! ‘ Julian asked the little boy. He softly led him to a room on the first floor of the shop. A room without windows, but with just one chair bigger and more luxurious then the normal ones. A room with a fridge, huge TV screen, pc and many posters of famous boys. Special for this occasion big posters of Troy were added by Julian. Posters he had changed with some photo shop tricks: pants looked a little open, a bulge was slightly added. Marco sat in the chair and Julian was ready to start his work. But first he showed different hair styles on the boy, cuddling the lovely face and neck in the mean time. Marco giggled at each model, looking at all sides in the three sided mirrors. The little room was rather hot; when Marco complained about it Julian simply reacted by telling to take his shirt off. `Nobody will see you here; I always do it to when I’m hot’ Marco didn’t hesitate and took it off. Time again to restore the latest hair style, but now Julian managed to lower his busy hands over the bare shoulders. The little boy merter escort shiffered, being touched by the loving hands. `Are you cold or hot?’ teasingly Julian asked him, `I can give you a massage, if you’re cold!’ `You should take your shirt off too, please do it,’ the little boy asked his new friend. Julian didn’t hesitated and soon two half bare boys enjoyed the view of their new outlook. One with a tiny smooth chest and another stud with an also smooth but very athletic chest. Slowly Julian lowered the barber seat so that Marco’s head ended up close to his lid. While Marco almost lay flat in the chair Julian’s hands travelled from head to his belly and back. Each time his fingers played a little longer at the boys waistband. Each time a small bulge showed live during that treatment. `I’m not speeding this game’ Julian considered, `I’ll try to make him hot as hell over a long period’ `You like the massage?’ he asked the boy, `say stop if you don’t want more, please!’ But the boy just sighted and softly said: `Please, don’t stop now’ Julian took a chair behind the boy and took the now the little almost limb boy into his lap. His lid welcomed the boy’s weight with restraint and pleasure. Now his hands could travel farther down. Not inside the pants, but cuddling his but was the new massage. The boy now was wiggling, it was clear he had problems in keeping his lust quiet. `If you’re still hot, you can take your pants off too. I’m always interested to see, what boy’s favourite underpants are!’ `Can’t we see movie,` Marco suddenly asked, getting out of the chair. Walking towards the screen he dropped his pants and shifted something. His underpants were of cheap quality and old, much too small for the boy and his swollen lid. He folded himself in the long bench and tried to keep his lid hidden between his knees. Julian sat beside him and reassured the kid that a swollen lid is part of growing up and part of the best fun. `With a beautiful boy as you besides me, my lid tries to escape too, you know!’ The boy, like all modern boys aware of all kind of `amusement’, looked surprised at his friend. Friends at school had often spoken of hot adventures they once had with all kind of studs and whores, but he never believed them. `You like me so much?’ was all he could say, `can I see it?’ `Only if you really want it and promise me to keep our friendship games a secret!’ The boy hastened to say: `Sure I will, I will never tell anyone of our special friendship!’ Thus Julian lowered also his pants, underpants he never wore, and his proud lid bahçeşehir escort showed his affection for the boy. `That’s how much he thinks you are so beautiful’ Julian laughed. Marco didn’t hesitate to lower his little last piece of textile and proudly showed his 5 cm stiff prick. `That’s how much he loves you, may I touch yours?’ At once the boy didn’t show anymore hesitation and touching his friends new toy he also pushed himself in Julian’s embracement. It didn’t last long when Julian’s kisses travelled towards the boys lips and slowly the boy opened them for his first lovers play with tongues. Now Julian’s hands reached the boys lid and started slowly masturbating it. This lesson was soon followed by his pupil on his own lid. With both handling the pricks they lowered themselves on the bench. With Marco on top of him, Julian moved his hands al over the body, exploring the boy but, biting the boy’s nipples, bringing the poor lad almost to an explosion. To give Marco the best feeling on his first boy cum he decided to suck the little boy. He folded the boy in between him and sucked the little boy’s prick. Marco never felt such things ever before and started moaning and yelling to this new experience. It was only seconds later that the first dry cum came. The almost limp boy on top again Julian buried his face in the boys hair, and smelled the boyish sent he liked best. His lid enjoyed himself between the boys clamping legs. And only half a minute later the boy gasped: `that was so great, I wanna do it again!’ Julian didn’t waste time starting his play again; he let his tongue travel the little boyhole, making the boy even more wild. His tongue moved from there to the boys sack. Then he took the half hard lid again in his mouth. Now the little boy shifted under him and very gentle licked Julian’s lid too. `It taste salty,’ Marco said, `is that your cum?’ `No mine cum will come later, it is only a little beginning, be careful when it comes. You must be sure you like it to have it in your mouth!’ The little boy started with very small sucks on the tip of Julian’s lid. This way was a new treat for Julian: never had somebody doing it so softly, delicate and careful. Julian couldn’t resist this treatment much longer and told the boy to stop. But the little rascal knew something was going to happen and put all his energy in this new game. Not much later his face and mouth were covered with one of Julian’s greatest shots! The two lovers spent the next hour enjoying their first encounter with warm cuddles and kisses. Probably Marco had some more dry cums that hour. But it all finished with a shower and the haircut at last. But you can expect the Julian didn’t cut that much! His little friend has to come for another haircut as soon as possible1 Do you want to know when Matthew comes to join the happy couple? Write your comments and wishes for the next episode to ail

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Subject: Queen Mary Bell Boys Queen Mary Bell-boys by badboi666 =============================================================================== If sex with boys isn’t your thing, go away. If, as is much more likely, you’ve come to this site precisely to get your rocks off reading about sex with 14-year-olds then make yourself comfortable – you’re in the right place. Don’t leave, however, without doing this: Donate to Nifty – these buggers may do it for love but they still have to eat. fty/donate.html =============================================================================== Chapter 53 After we finished our talk with Esau he and I went into the hut Charlie and I shared, leaving Ryan and Charlie to it. It had been completely changed, and the three beds were separated. It was clear what was happening. We quickly went to find the others and Phil got us all together. “We have to talk while Sam and Cy are out of the way,” he said. “Before you do,” interrupted Ryan, “Patrick had talked to Esau and it’s all OK. This kid Abe only knows the boys have been skinny-dipping. Nothing else.” “Is this true, Esau?” said Phil. Esau nodded. “No, I need you to say it.” “Yes, Phil, guys, all of you, I’m really sorry,” said Esau quietly, again near to tears. I turned to Jakey. “Tell him it’s all right, Jakey,” I said. Jakey looked stubborn. “Do it,” I said, “because I promised E you would. Think of all the fun we can still have. Don’t fuck things up. We’ve had a narrow escape, so let’s forget about it.” Jakey sighed. “OK, schmuck, I forgive you,” but he couldn’t conceal the grin. “What’s a schmuck?” asked Alan. Esau’s eyes rolled. “It’s the same as ‘prick’,” he said, “both the thing you piss with and an insult.” We were learning so much. Chop chop, klutz, schmuck, all in the same day. “Let’s not waste time,” said Phil, “if Cy’s going to be involved he needs careful handling. I want Patrick to do what’s needed, and the rest of our lot can help if he wants them to. Jakey and Esau, stay out of it. OK?” Eight teenagers nodded solemnly. I, the Great Seducer, was about to be put in to bat. “Ryan, can I whistle the other two in for food?” asked Phil. “Whistle away, the food won’t be ready for ten minutes but there’s plenty of beer. I’m sure Patrick will put it to good use,” and he winked. When Sam and Cy came into the food hut they found the rest of us sitting round two tables pushed together. There were two seats together next to the cooker for Ryan and Charlie, so the other two had no choice about where to sit. Sam plonked himself between Andrew and Jakey, leaving Cy the only space – between me and Phil. “Right,” said Phil, “everybody say who they are and where they’re from. That way Cy can at least know your names. I’m Phil and I’m a steward on the liner Queen Mary. She’s out of service for two more weeks, and while all these kids are here, I’m in charge. Tim, you’re next, them go round in turn.” This gave me time to think, since I’d be last – well, last apart from Cy. If our plan was going to work I needed Cy to see me as being somehow different from the rest of the bell boys. Immediately before me was Esau. “You know who I am,” he said with a grin, “but what you don’t know is how much I’ve grown up – and Jakey – since we first came here.” This had not been rehearsed, but it was the perfect preamble to my little spiel. “I’m Patrick, Cy, and I’m in charge of making your stay here at Ashokan special. That’s the sort of crap we have to say on Queen Mary, but even if it’s crap it’s still true. All the others round the table, even my twin brother Tim, are a bit wicked in various ways, but if they’re wicked then I’m the Devil himself. If you want wickedness, I’m your guy.” The dramatic effect of what I had hoped to be a suitably Mephistophelean utterance was somewhat marred by explosions of mirth from a member of my family, explosions only marginally greater, it has to be admitted, that those from my Queen Mary colleagues. “Well, fuck you lot,” I said, “you know it’s true.” That ought to do the trick with Cy, I thought. I didn’t suppose what nowadays it’s fashionable to call the F-word was uttered so freely in front of the grown-ups at home. “And just to demonstrate my capacity for sin, I need beer! Charlie, can we have something from your cellar please!” The more perplexed poor Cy was with all this banter (and all the beer which was now appearing – a dozen bottles already) the more malleable he was likely to be later. I was amused to see Larry’s smile at all this, accompanied by the tiniest nod. Charlie asked me to help bring food to the table. I knew that he had no need of help, but a message was clearly about to be passed. Ryan gave me a huge pot of stew and “well ataköy escort done!” he said, “Charlie says you’ve baited his hook nicely.” The beef stew and dumplings were delicious – we’d not had a stew before – as were the apple tarts. “You didn’t bake these?” asked Alan. Jakey laughed. “Of course not. Ma Perkins at the store makes ’em – we have ’em at home. I recognize the pattern on the pastry.” A second dozen beer bottles appeared. Neither Jakey nor Esau had drunk more than half their first bottles, so the remains of those and their second bottles were shared among the rest of us. I made sure Cy had plenty. What he didn’t know (nor, I confess, did I) was that the stew was well-laced with red wine – maybe that’s why it was so tasty. By the time we’d cleaned every scrap off every plate it was almost 6, well after dark. Cy was in roughly the state I wanted him – happy and tiddly, but not so tiddly that he wouldn’t be able to perform. Like the rest of us he had a bladderful of beer, and no-one had shown him where the bogs were. He stood up, a little unsteady. “I need to piss,” he said. “Me too,” I said, levering myself up to give the impression that I too was tiddly. “Come on, Cy, I’ll show you where. Alan and Andrew, you two come as well, you know the crocodiles can be fierce.” “I know all about these goddam crocodiles,” said Cy, “they’re hooey.” I put my arm round Cy’s shoulders, pretending I was more unsteady than I really was. “How come you know about our pet crocodiles, Cy, they’re a big secret.” Cy said nothing. Either one of the twins had chattered about them, as seemed quite likely, or … I would wait until a more appropriate moment. When we got to the water’s edge the As and I whipped our cocks out and started to piss into the still water. After a moment Cy shrugged and fished his out too. As we were aiming all over the place Cy did the same. I noticed (and I’m sure the As did as well) that Cy was glancing covertly at these frilly cocks happily pissing before his eyes. Time for the first sally. “Like what you see, Cy? You should see Sam’s, it’s far bigger than any of ours.” Cy said nothing, but he was still sneaking a look. Our urine flows being finished those of us possessed of foreskins made a show of pulling them back and forth, shaking off the last lingering drops. Cy’s looks were less well concealed. The second sally followed. “Your brothers were fascinated by foreskins. Esau said we were like Philistines,” I said. This brought a smile to Cy’s lips. “Yeah, he would. He used to be very holy. Can I …” “You want a look? Here,” I said, and turned to face him; I was acting quite drunk now. Either he would turn away in disgust (real or feigned) or he would take a good look. He looked. Andrew volunteered the information that wanking must be a lot less fun without a foreskin. “I wouldn’t know,” said Cy, “since I didn’t know how to do it when I was only a few days old.” “But you do now, I bet,” said Andrew. “Of course.” So far, so good. We tucked our cocks away and turned back to the camp. The third sally followed, and it did the trick. “Was it Abe who told you about the crocodiles?” I asked, all innocent. Cy spun round. “What the fuck do you know about Abe?” he demanded. “Only that Esau told Abe and the only way you would know about them is if the twins told you – and they say they didn’t – or Abe did. Cy, before you get cross there’s something you should know.” This was it: he’d go happily into a couple of weeks of sin with us, or he’d punch my lights out. “When Jakey and Esau saw you fucking your girl friend and you promised them a blow job to stop them telling your parents it wasn’t your girl friend, was it? It was Abe.” Cy stopped in his tracks. He did not hit me. In the two seconds during which nothing happened Alan put his arms round the ashen Cy and said quietly, “we’re all queer here, Cy, it’s OK. Nobody hates you and nobody cares. Now come on back to the hut.” “I can’t,” whispered Cy, “how did you know? Did Jakey tell you?” I motioned for Alan to let go. I stood in front of Cy and put my arms round his neck: my face was only a few inches from his, about three inches lower. I looked up into his eyes. “No-one told me, Cy, they didn’t need to. What Alan said is true. The three men here, we six boys from Queen Mary, we’re all queer: we’re all into boys and men. So are Jakey and Esau – didn’t you know?” Cy shook his head. “And they didn’t know about you. They really thought Abe was a girl. All they saw was you fucking someone on their back: your arse, their legs. I worked out what must have happened from little bits of what Jakey and Esau told us. You bribed them with a blow job merter escort to keep their mouths shut. Would a big brother really do that if he wasn’t happy to give the blow job? You asked them to wank you off when you were drunk on your birthday. Would a big brother have done that unless the feel of a 12-year-old’s hand round his cock was a big turn-on? Come on, Cy, we queers can read you like a book.” Cy looked horrified, so I went on. “But guys who aren’t queer would have the faintest idea. Trust me, Cy, you’re safe with us,” and I hugged him. He remained stiff and unyielding, then … his arms slowly hugged me and I could feel him shaking. I looked at Andrew and motioned that he and Alan should go back to the hut. They went away, leaving Cy to sob in the forgiving dark. I held him tight, saying nothing. It took him several minutes to calm down. He let go. “What just happened stays in the dark, OK?” he said. I nodded. “Just the two of us, Cy, I promise. Now come on. All the guys in the hut will welcome you, even your snotty little brothers. The bad news is that Abe isn’t here; the good news is that there are 11 other guys for you to get frisky with.” Cy smiled, all signs of the secret in the dark now invisible. The As had briefed the others, so that when Cy and I came into the hut they all stood up and clapped. Jakey and Esau took their brother by the hand and hugged him. Cy almost lost it again, but caught himself just in time. Phil shook Cy’s hand. “Welcome to Ashokan,” he said, “I guess you know you have Patrick to thank for the warmth of the welcome.” It was my turn to come close to losing it. Phil went on to say that the sleeping arrangements weren’t always as they would be tonight, but that it was too late now to do anything about it. “Tomorrow we can change things,” he said. Cy stood up. “I just want to say something,” he said. “The last 30 minutes have been awful strange, but I’m sure as hell glad they happened. In a small town like Kingston they’d lynch us if they knew, so Jakey and Esau, this has to be a big secret.” The twins nodded. He turned to me. “Thank you, Patrick. I will always remember tonight.” Simply done, and I’ve always remembered it too, even now over 80 years later. I remember the glow in his eyes. “I made a promise to you, Jakey and Esau, and tonight I’m going to keep it, if you’ll let me.” The eyes of all our American guests sparkled. The sleeping arrangements so carefully contrived might just be appropriate for tonight. Sam said he thought Cy ought to be aware of how things were at Ashokan. “Tim and I are boyfriends, so are Patrick and Charlie, and so are Alan and Andrew. We all fuck each other, and the men fuck all of us and suck and – oh, hell, we just about do everything,” he ended lamely. “Sounds good to me,” said Cy. “It is, bro, believe me,” said Jakey. A sense of relief seemed to settle over the room. we all sat down again round the big table. Ryan produced a big tub of ice cream. “I think we all need something to calm us down,” he said. Over the ice cream, and the biscuits which followed (‘cookies’, as we learned to call them) Cy told his story. It was as much news to Jakey and Esau as it was to the rest of us. Cy said that he’d liked looking at boys’ bodies as long as he could remember. “Most boys do, I guess, ‘cos boys hang out with boys and girls hang out with girls. None of the boys I played with as a little kid had sisters, so the only girls I met were in school, and they kept pretty much to each other. When I was about 12 or 13 and started sprouting hair all of us compared to see who was the hairiest and whose dick was biggest. Most of the boys just laughed and made fun of the littlest guy, but I just wanted to see more of their dicks and get down and dirty with them. I’d been jacking off with a kid a bit older than me – Solly – since we were 10, but that’s all we ever did. One day I tried to jack him off, but he pulled away and said I was a faggot. As I was bigger than him I threatened to beat him up if he breathed a word and he promised not to. I was 13 and had no-one to jack off with, and I knew I was a faggot. In a small town like this that aint easy, believe me.” Charlie, who was sitting next to Cy, put his arm round his shoulder. Cy went on. “I wasn’t interested in girls at all, and I took to hanging around the school sports places, trying to look useful but really just gazing at the other boys in their sports kit. One day this kid a couple of years younger than me came and sat next to me in the bleachers, real close. ‘I’ve been watching you’, he said, ‘and I think you’re interested in the same things I am.’ ‘What d’you mean?’ I said, all defensive. ‘You bahçeşehir escort like watching the jocks,’ he said, ‘and it makes you hard,’ and he pointed to my dick, which was as hard as hell. Then he pointed to his dick. ‘Me too,’ he whispered. I didn’t know what to do. Luckily he was smarter than me. ‘Come on,’ he said, ‘there’s nicer things to do than watch these idiots,’ and he went off to the school changing rooms. Well, there’s loads of toilets there and we both went to the pissing bit. That gave us a chance to look at each other’s dicks while we pissed. ‘Like it?’ he said. ‘You bet,’ said I, ‘come to my place and we can fool about in our barn.’ I could sense that Jakey and Esau were all agog. Their big brother, a faggot! Who would have thought? “Go on,” I said, “you and this boy got it off.” “Oh brother, did we get it off! It was like a cork coming out of a bottle of soda. We jerked each other off, we sucked each other off, there was nothing we didn’t do in the next couple of days. We had no idea we could fuck each other – as far as we knew guys could only fuck girls. It took almost two years before we got round to fucking, but in those two years we saw each other every few days and I reckon we must’ve sucked each other off hundreds of times. A few days before my 15th birthday he said he had a special present for me. He was going to let me fuck him. Well, you can understand this made me pretty excited, and I could hardly wait. Then on my birthday he broke his arm doing something silly, so the fuck didn’t happen and I was so pissed off I got drunk.” “And we had to jerk you off,” said Jakey. “And I know who he was,” said Esau, “cause he’s in my class, isn’t he? He’s a year older than us, but he’s not all that bright and he had to stay down a year. I remember him breaking his arm. Good old Abe! You lucky lucky fucker!” Cy smiled, somewhat abashed. “The time you saw us was the first time we did it in the house. We’d always done it in the barn before then.” Phil had listened to all this, an amused smile on his lips. “And this Abe is the Abe who knows about the crocodiles and the skinny-dipping?” Esau and Cy both nodded. “And nobody else knows?” “God no,” said Cy, “Abe and I would be skinned alive if Kingston knew we were faggots.” “I think we should make a change to our plans for the weekend, don’t you, gentlemen?” Since ‘gentlemen’ was clearly aimed at Sir’s little gang of miscreants there were six very willing heads nodding in acquiescence. Phil turned to Cy, “how would you like to invite Abe here for the weekend, to see the crocodiles for himself, and to meet a dozen guys who are like you and him?” Cy indicated that few things imaginable could bring greater pleasure. “That’s settled, then. Now, we weren’t very sure about you when you got here, but now we know more about you, and about what you like doing, we ought to think about whether the bedding plans might be changed. There’s four huts, and we three men will stick with where we are. We can fuck our lot any time, and it’s better to give our guests the chance to sleep where they want. There’s six Queen Mary boys and you three and Abe on Saturday. Sort it out among yourselves.” Phil got up, and he and Ryan and Larry left the hut. Immediately Jakey and Esau went to hug Cy. “I wish we’d known earlier,” said Esau. “Yeah,” agreed Jakey, “still, we’ve not wasted too long. We’ve learnt so much from these guys in the last month, and … ” but he couldn’t speak any more as Cy was squeezing both of them. “Is Abe the only boy you’ve fooled around with?” asked Andrew. Cy nodded. “Oh my!” said Esau, “you’ve got a fantastic few days ahead of you, Cy.” The sleeping arrangements were really quite simple. We told them that one hut would have Charlie and me, another Sam and Tim, and the third the As. Cy, Jakey and Esau could choose which hut. “One each,” warned Tim, “and you can change tomorrow night.” “No,” said Alan, “you must change tomorrow night.” Thus it was agreed. Esau would go with the As (as he pointed out, he still needed to be fucked by Andrew), and Jakey chose us, echoing Esau’s need, but in this case for Charlie to do the honours. I caught Charlie’s eye – at Ashokan he had only fucked me. “Is that OK?” I mouthed. “Of course, idiot,” he mouthed back happily. Cy would spend the night with Sam and Tim. It would be an interesting introduction to a wider range of friends. =============================================================================== There hasn’t been much action in the last couple of chapters, but there will be – oh, brother, there will be – next time. The fun continues in Chapter 54 as Cy enjoys his first night with Tim and Sam at Ashokan. The photographs in Queen Mary 2 are real. I saw them while making a transatlantic crossing a few months ago, and the boy I describe as “me” is really cute. I’m sure he had adventures … Drop me a line at net – that is after you’ve dropped a few quid. ===============================================================================

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Subject: Queen Mary Bell Boys Chapter 150 Queen Mary Bell-boys by badboi666 =============================================================================== If sex with boys isn’t your thing, go away. If, as is much more likely, you’ve come to this site precisely to get your rocks off reading about sex with 14-year-olds then make yourself comfortable – you’re in the right place. Don’t leave, however, without doing this: Donate to Nifty – these buggers may do it for love but they still have to eat. fty/donate.html =============================================================================== Chapter 150 Our merry hijinks at the Deck 9 pool that morning put another pool in my mind as the four of us relaxed after the first round of bedtime jollification. When I shared my moment of illumination Charlie was eager. Colin asked what was special about the pool. Charlie explained that it was a sacred place, and when ordinary passengers were no longer admitted (“he means after it closes at 2100,” I added helpfully) it became enchanted, and fauns and satyrs were to be seen therein. “What tosh, Charlie,” said Felix, “what do you mean?” “Charlie means that it was where he and I first had sex, and to commemorate that event it’s where we whores and the crew members who fucked us used to meet for all kinds of watery fun. “You mean piss,” said Colin. “Yes,” said Charlie, “but a whole lot else as well.” Ten minutes later, when colourful descriptions of the various activities practised over the years in that sacred place had been given, there were two new disciples willing to worship there. I thought it likely that when out two disciples discussed matters with their colleagues we would have a greater number of fauns for the several satyrs. “Tomorrow night,” our bedfellows insisted. I promised to fix things with Larry. Meanwhile we had recovered enough energy for further action with Colin and Felix. “I want you to fuck me, Patrick,” said Felix, “and Charlie has to fuck Colin.” Since neither of us had fucked to boy suggested before this was unlikely to prove unpopular. “That way we’ll all complete the circle,” said Colin. “Hardly,” I said, “neither of us has fucked us. You do fuck, I suppose?” Felix grinned. “Oh yes, Patrick, but we’ve been told to wait until you suggested it.” This wasn’t good news – James seemed to be pulling more strings than was comfortable. “Are there any other little hidden things you’ve been told to keep from us?” I asked. It was Colin’s turn to grin and look angelic. “No, just fucking you. Mr Corrigan felt we shouldn’t be too forward.” This was ridiculous: we were nine former whores who had made substantial sums of money by being forward. “I think we should all agree that whatever James has told you should be taken with a pinch of salt,” I said. “We’re the ones you’re spending time with, so no more secrets, OK?” They both nodded. “The Rule always was, and as far as we’re concerned still is, that nothing’s off limits, and that includes you begging to be fucked. If A wants something and B’s happy then that’s that.” Felix and Colin exchanged a glance, as a result of which Felix assumed the role of spokesman. “In that case we want each of you to fuck us. And since we’re going to be with you for four weeks then each of you can fuck us in as many different ways you can think of. And if A fucks B in a certain way then B gets to fuck A the same way.” “Agreed,” said Charlie, “so long as it doesn’t have to be immediately. Patrick and I need at least 15 minutes to get our breath back.” This considerable under-estimate brought, as Charlie had expected, amused laughter to the two boys. “You two are in charge,” said Felix, and the matter was settled. “Very well,” I said, “the first thing is me getting to grips with you, Felix, and then you can have your wicked way with me later.” Felix purred happily and rubbed his sexy hair on my belly. His mouth, being in the neighbourhood, did nice things too. Charlie and Colin moved across the bed to do whatever ataköy escort nice things the hot night led them to. I was too busy to notice. The nice things that Felix was doing led inevitably to my being deep-throated again, but I allowed my cock to remain in his throat for a few seconds before gently drawing his head back and pulling his mouth to mine. “I love it when you do that,” I whispered, “but tonight I don’t want too much.” Felix nodded. “I want it up me as much as you do, Patrick,” he murmured. “Word’s got round that being fucked by Patrick is a treat well worth waiting for.” With encouragement like that I knew I had to give him something memorable. I’ve described it often enough for you to need the details again, but if I tell you that over an hour passed between my first touching my tongue on his body and when I finally erupted deep inside him and collapsed into the ocean of his two cums on his belly, you’ll be able to picture it all. I rolled off after a few minutes and lay on my back, exhausted and happy. Felix lay across me, his cummy belly on mine. I held his arse, soft, warm and gently leaking onto my leg. A wicked fairy put into my head the idea of rubbing the tip of my finger in the wetness and running it round his arse lips, still puffy from the vigour of the last few minutes of our fuck. “Mmm,” he muttered, “I thought I couldn’t stand any more, but that’s really nice.” There was no way I could fuck him again, but my tongue hadn’t been busy for the last hour. “Turn round, then, and let me kiss it better.” He chuckled – always a sexy sound from a naked boy in bed – and wriggled on me so that his knees were by my armpits and his arse – his gorgeous full-of-spunk arse – was about three inches from my face: my eyes, my lips, my tongue. I resumed work, but this time with my lips rather than my finger. “Oh fuck, Patrick.” It wasn’t the kind of rimming that was going to lead to another orgasm, but it was wonderful for both of us – restful, tender, putting the finishing touches on nearly 90 minutes of non-stop sensory overload. When I tapped his hips and whispered he turned round and we cuddled. He was asleep within a couple of minutes. I looked across to where Charlie was lying. Colin’s head was on his chest and Charlie was looking straight into my eyes. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you be as tender with anyone before. Apart from me, that is. I’ve been watching and wondering how I came to be so lucky to have you to live with me and love me.” I smiled. “It’s a mystery, Charlie. Maybe it’s the same reason I have this gorgeous guy living with me.” Charlie snorted and blew me a kiss. “Goodnight, love,” I whispered. Two middle-aged men, each with a beautiful exhausted boy sleeping in his arms, quietly fell asleep thinking about the other, and, for the millionth time, wondering how the hell they got there. At breakfast the next morning – a feast rarely attended at the same time by all of us – the subject of the pool was raised. I was despatched to fix things with Larry. “Colin, you’d better come with me,” I said, “that way you can sort out any future visits.” Larry was in 905 – one of the best Staterooms on the ship. James and Bertie had entertained Tim and me to our first experience of lobster only a few feet away in 902. Larry must have clout. I noted he had a large double bed and although there was no sign of another occupant there had clearly been one. He welcomed us in. “What can I do for you, Patrick? No, let me guess. You want a swim.” “Guilty, but it’s not just me, and it’s not just a swim.” “No, I thought not. I’m surprised it’s taken you this long to ask though. Still, better late than never. Tonight?” I nodded. “OK. 2200?” I nodded. “Who’s coming?” “It’s up to you,” I said, “there’ll be nine of us and Colin thinks that all six of them will be there. I’m happy if you really old guys want to play – there’s enough flesh of all ages to keep everyone happy.” “I’ll ask the others,” merter escort he said. I explained that Colin was with me so that he knew Larry and where he was to be found. “He’ll make the arrangements with you in future if that’s OK,” I said. “Sure. You happy, Colin?” “Oh yes, Larry. I’m happy all right.” He paused, unsure whether he should go on. “Spit it out, Colin,” said Larry, “we’re all grown up. What do you want to say?” “I’ll say it for him, ” I said, “because I’m 99% sure he wants to know what I want to know. None of the six boys James has provided is unaccounted for. Your bed isn’t for solo occupation. You work at a boys’ school – and you got away with not giving us any details the other night – but you said you’d never been caught. That adds up to the idea that you fancy boys still, rather than men. So who are you fucking? Is that what you were itching to ask, Colin?” He nodded. Larry sighed. “This will take time. Why don’t the three of us go to the pool and we can get some coffee on the way. I’ll explain it all then.” A strange procession made its way to the coffee bar on the same deck as the pool: a man of 58, another of 46 and a boy of 16. Colin got three coffees and the three of us sat in a corner. Larry began his story. “I said the other night that I’ve been a sports coach at a boys’ boarding school in the Home Counties and spent over 20 years never getting caught. I’ve been bloody lucky, I suppose, but I wasn’t the only master with a soft spot for boys, and we looked out for each other. Don’t get me wrong – I never did anything with a boy who wasn’t as keen as I was for some extra tuition. You’ll both know that teenagers are very skilled in letting men know that their fancies match the men’s.” Colin and I both grinned, he in the present and I in the distant past. “You, of all people, Patrick, know how easily the message gets across. Anyway, my tastes are for the kind you and Charlie and the others were offering back in 1936. Phil and I were running the men’s arrangements for passengers, but my preference was always for you lot when it wasn’t business.” “That’s nice,” I said, fondly remembering many encounters over the years. Larry went on. “There hasn’t been a year since I joined the school in 1947 when I haven’t had at least one boy with whom I was having regular sex – sex that the boy initiated at least as often as I did. Once they got to about 16 my interest began to wane – not that the 16-year-old wasn’t attractive any more (far from it) – but that the nice pretty 14-year-old who showed an interest was even more attractive. As I’ve got older my tastes seem to be for younger boys. And as I said, I’ve never been caught, or even suspected as far as I know. Certainly the Headmaster has never dropped even a hint, and he’s certainly not one of us.” I said that I envied him in having a string of available willing boys, but that didn’t explain who was keeping him company on Queen Mary. “You’re taking a term’s leave of absence presumably?” “Yes and no, but I don’t have a boy with me,” said Larry. “It’s only half a term really and I am still on duty.” “How come?” said Colin, “what duty can you possibly have miles from the school?” “Work it out,” said Larry, “you have all the evidence you need. I’m on duty, my bed has signs that I’m not sleeping on my own, and I was pretty reticent when we were all telling our stories in the Mauretania Room, and I still haven’t been caught.” “Except by us,” I said, for I had just worked it out. “You must have a pupil with you, but you said you don’t have a boy … wait a minute -” (my eyes lit up) “- you’ve got two boys with you, haven’t you?” Larry grinned. “You haven’t got any less sharp as old age has crept up on you, Patrick. You’re right. Jack is the 14-year-old son of someone with pulling power – not a high-up in Cunard, but still someone who could ask for and get a place on this voyage for his boy. His father insisted that he was allowed to take bahçeşehir escort a friend, and the friend he chose is Adrian, who goes to a different school. My Headmaster is one of those people who always likes to accommodate influential parents, and when the father mentioned the trip earlier this year it all fell neatly into place. The Headmaster knew I would be taking half of the term as unpaid leave, and he begged me to agree to look after the boys. ‘His father’s demanding that he goes on Queen Mary with his friend, but I can’t let a boy his age travel unaccompanied, and God knows what might befall two boys that age. Will you look after them, and forget the unpaid part of your leave?’ he said. Jack wasn’t on my radar at the time, but when I knew that he would be on the same voyage it made sense to find out more about him. Needless to say Jack was as keen to get to know me as I was to get to know him. And I repeat, I haven’t been caught.” “How did you meet Adrian?” I asked. “I’d been contacted by Cunard over a year ago, as I assume you were, so I knew all about it and last December I told the Headmaster. Jack’s invitation came soon after the turn of the year, and by the end of that term Jack and I were regular sinners. He made damn sure that he and Adrian came to see me in the Easter holidays, and he’s obviously told Adrian all about what we got up to. Adrian and Jack had been wank buddies for years by then, so Adrian’s interest in me was pretty much the same as mine in him.” “And you’ve been in clover ever since?” Larry grinned. “Yes, but so have they, don’t forget.” “When do we meet them?” I said, “you can’t keep randy 14-year-olds all to yourself.” “You’ve already met them – well, not met, exactly. Tim tipped Jack into King Neptune’s pool and you tipped Adrian.” I thought hard. There had been four boys tipped in – the 8-year-old, one of around 11 and two older ones. “Why don’t I talk to Jack and see how keen they are to forgive the walruses for what happened.” “You do that,” I said, “and I’ll speak to the other walrus as well. From the sound of things Jack and Adrian are players.” Larry gave me an old-fashioned look. “Be in your Stateroom after lunch – say 1400.” I nodded, “just walruses.” Colin didn’t look too pleased. “Be patient, Colin,” I said after we left Larry, “I’m sure they’ll want to play with your lot as well. I found Tim and dragged him into a corner of a bar. “You remember the two teenagers we tipped in?” “Yes, they looked cute – just like us all those years ago – why?” “They’re coming to visit us at 1400 with Larry. They’re sharing a Stateroom with him.” Tim whistled. “No wonder he said so little the other night. Do you think James knows?” “James knows everything, but I imagine he doesn’t want to be seen to know on this occasion. Jack’s father pulled strings to get the boy on board for the trip of a lifetime and he’s brought a friend with him. Jack’s at Larry’s school and Larry’s been inside Jack’s trousers for some months. Jack and the other boy, Adrian, are, according to Larry, very happy with the arrangement.” “And we are to meet these boys after lunch?” I nodded. “But let’s keep this to ourselves, at least until after we’ve met them. They’re Larry’s little angels, and nothing to do with James’s generous arrangements.” “What about Charlie?” “I’ll get George to involve him in something – don’t worry, it’ll be all right.” I knew that Charlie would understand when I told him what was happening after we’d met Jack and Adrian, whether they were going to form part of our group of friends or not. No secrets, after all. I was very hopeful, and lunch couldn’t come quickly enough. =============================================================================== The fun continues in Chapter 151 as we sail on. The story is, of course, fiction, but the photographs in Queen Mary 2 are real. I first saw them while making a transatlantic crossing in 2017, and had the pleasure of seeing them again in April 2019, smiling at the knowledge of all the things that had befallen the boys since I first saw them, and thought again how cute “I” was. I’m sure he had adventures in real life … Drop me a line at net – that is after you’ve dropped a few quid. =============================================================================

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This story contains descriptions of sexual contact between young boys and adult males.  However, if you are looking for explicit and detailed exploitation of boys you will be disappointed.  The story is more about an adult”s love for boys.

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Joel Chapter 17

The ride to the county jail was less than pleasant. My six foot frame with my long legs did not fit well in the back seat of the deputy”s car which was fitted with a barrier between the front and back seats.

Nothing about this whole mess was pleasant. The booking, the finger printing, the strip search, the body cavity search and finally the placement in a cell were all demeaning and degrading particularly when I knew the charges against me were false. I requested to contact my lawyer but was not allowed to do so for nearly two hours. It was almost ten o”clock when I was able to call Benjamin Cross. I didn”t know who else to call since I had never had the need for a criminal defense attorney before.

“Crane, I”m glad you called. I was about to call you. Judge Yates” clerk has told my office that the judge will issue her ruling this afternoon”, Benjamin said.

“That”s great”, I said. “However, that is not what I called you about. I have been arrested and booked on the charge of kidnapping.”

“You what?” he said. “That is ridiculous! Who were you supposed to have kidnapped?”

“Well, you remember when we talked the other day about the boy whose family had abandoned him, Chris Martin? That is who I am supposed to have kidnapped. What is really weird is that he is known to CPS, they know he has been abandoned and to top it off I have been assigned as his foster parent on a temporary basis. In fact Darcie Levin, his case worker from CPS, visited my house and talked to Chris last evening. The CPS case worker for the other boys is the one who filed the complaint with the DA”s office. What am I to do?” I asked.

“I”m not a criminal defense attorney but one of my partners, John Allison, is. I”ll talk to him about your problem and have him or one of his associates come and talk to you. By the way, where are you being held?” he asked.

“I”m in the Comal County Jail. I don”t know what the address is, I”ve never been here before”, I said.

“Don”t worry. Someone from our office will be there as quickly as they can. In the mean time I will get in contact with the CPS office there in San Antonio and see what I can find out. Don”t make any statements or talk to anyone until one of our lawyers gets there”, he said.

The phone call was of little comfort to me. I was more worried about my reputation and the impact that this would have on my business than I was about being found guilty of these blatantly false charges.

Thank goodness Jimmy Sanchez, my new lawyer, arrived about two hours after I called Benjamin. I was a little surprised at his youth. He looked like he was barely old enough to vote let alone be a member of the bar. I was also surprised at his quick work in gathering statements from Darcie Levin and from Jack Hogan surrounding the circumstances of my having temporary custody of Chris. He had also been able to identify the judge who signed the warrant for my arrest.

I don”t know why I was surprised by the fact that the judge ordering my arrest was also the brother-in-law of Judge Frank and cousin of Joyce Gerhig. Here in 1994 the good old boy network was at its peak in Bexar County. The courts served the politically powerful and city council and mayor served only themselves. Corruption was rampant throughout the whole city and county structures. The only way to get something done was to bribe an official.

Another lawyer working with Jimmy had met with the District Attorney”s office and explained to them the ramifications of their filing the charges against me based on false allegations and the possibility of a civil suit. After the DA”s office checked the statement from Darcie and determined that it was accurate they came to the conclusion that they were in deep trouble if I wanted to file a civil suit for damages against them. They immediately went before another judge and got the indictment quashed.

That is a long way of saying Jimmy had come with all the documentation necessary to have me released from jail. It didn”t take me long to get my stuff together and get out of there. Jimmy was kind enough to drive me home. I didn”t want another ride in a patrol car.

Since neither Jimmy nor I had eaten lunch, I invited him in for something to eat. We had barely entered the front door when four young boys nearly bowled me over. TJ jumped up and threw his arms around my neck and kissed me on the cheek. The twins and Chris encircled me with their arms so completely that I was unable to move.

“We heard Hildy tell Mr. Coulter that you were in jail. We were scared, Uncle Crane! We thought you”d never come back”, he cried into my neck.

“Yeah”, the twins echoed.

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I could feel the back of my shirt getting wet from Chris sobbing behind me.

“Everything is okay guys. I don”t have to go to jail any more. Let”s go into the kitchen, I”m hungry. I haven”t had my lunch yet”, I said knowing that the mention of food would change their focus of attention.

I carried TJ into the kitchen followed by everyone else. I put TJ down and introduced Jimmy to them. They all politely shook his hand as I introduced each one in turn. “Where is Joel?” I asked.

Lenny answered, “He is taking a test that Mr. Coulter gave him. You want me to get him?”

“No let him finish it. Would you guys like a snack while Mr. Sanchez and I have our lunch?” I asked knowing that was a foolish question.

Hildy came in just then and took over the preparation of food for Jimmy and I and a snack for the boys. We had no more started eating when Joel appeared and ran to my side throwing his arms around me giving me a tight squeeze.

“I was afraid that you wouldn”t come back”, he sobbed.

“It”s okay. Everything is going to be just fine. I”m not going anywhere. Why don”t you have a snack with your brothers?” I said trying to divert his attention.

After we finished eating and the boys finished their snack which was more than what Jimmy and I had for lunch, I decided to call Benjamin to see if he had any news.  Unfortunately he was not available and his secretary did not have any information for me.

I thanked Jimmy profusely as we walked to his car and told him if I ever needed a criminal defense lawyer again I would definitely call on him. I also thanked my lucky stars that I had hired Benjamin and his law firm. I don”t know where I could have turned that would have gotten the results that they achieved for me.

Paul Coulter was getting his things together when I re-entered the house. “Paul, I didn”t know you were still here”, I said quite surprised.

“I needed to correct the test that I gave Joel and then I wanted to talk to you before I left. By the way, Joel did very well on the achievement test I administered despite being distracted by your predicament. He should do very well at Corinthian. If it is alright with you I will wrap up today. I have finished all that I planned to do with Joel and will not come back tomorrow, if that”s okay. That will give him a day off with the other boys. I know it has been on his mind that they have not had to go to school and he had to so it might make him feel better”, Paul said.

“No, that”s fine. You have done an outstanding job with him and I appreciate everything that you have done. Joel loves to learn and you are one of the reasons that he does. I wish you well in you new position at the Academy and I”m sure that Joel is looking forward to seeing you there. Good luck!” I told him as I shook his hand and saw him to the door.

“Hildy”, I said as I returned to the kitchen “I think I”ll take the boys out for pizza tonight. Do you want to come along?”

“If you think you can handle all of them alone I won”t go. I have a meeting at the church tonight that I would like to go to”, she replied.

“Go to your meeting. I have got to get used to managing all of them by myself. I know we will be alright. I plan to take them to Chuckie Cheeze. They have all sorts of games for them to play and their pizzas are okay too. I think they should have fun”, I said.  “What kid could pass up pizza and games? I think I”ll wait a while before I tell them. I don”t want to set them off this early.”

The phone started ringing as I went into my bedroom to change out of my “prison clothes” into my swim trunks. It was Benjamin returning my call from earlier.

“Benjamin, I hope you have good news for me. This has not been the best day I have ever had.”

“Yes, I have some good news. Judge Yates has ordered that you continue custody of the Andersen boys until such time a new hearing decides their ultimate fate. She has also remanded the case to Judge Riley and has prohibited Judge Frank from any further involvement with the case. She has also ordered CPS to assign another case worker to the boys and has issued a stinging rebuke to Ms. Gerhig.”

“That”s good”, I replied.

“Speaking of Ms. Gerhig, I have spoken to the CPS supervisor there in San Antonio about the fiasco that occurred this morning and the distinct probability that you would be seeking some sort of legal redress for the humiliation you were put through. I hinted to him that he and any others involved in the supervision of Ms. Gerhig may well find themselves called to account for her actions as well. But, that you might feel less inclined to include them in any call for redress if Ms. Gerhig were no longer employed there. I hope that I phrased that diplomatically enough that it did not sound like an outright threat but at the same time got my message across loud and clear. My sources have told me that she has been suspended and will face termination proceedings next week. God bless the civil service! They can”t just out and out fire someone no matter how egregious their behavior. They have to make sure all the papers are filled out merter escort and filed correctly.”

“When will the hearing before Judge Riley occur? She is the same judge that will be handling Chris” hearing. Do you think we could combine the two in order to save time?” I asked.

“That sounds like a good idea. I”ll contact CPS again and suggest that to them. I think that I have softened them up enough so that they will be amenable. Crane, if you do want to file a civil suit against her and others, you should probably hire someone who specializes in civil law. No one in our office does, but I can give you the names of some very good ones if you want.”

“Thanks, Benjamin. I need some time to think it over. It might only bring more publicity to the situation and cause more damage. I”ll let you know. Thanks again. I really appreciate what you and your firm have done for me”, I told him before we hung up.

I finished changing into my swim trunks and went to find the boys. “Does anyone want to swim with me?” I asked. “If you do you better get changed.”

I was nearly trampled in the rush as they darted back inside to get changed. We ended up swimming and playing the old favorite king of the hill until nearly four o”clock. By that time I was exhausted and had retired to the sideline while the boys continued to play a game of dunk tag. They took it easy on TJ just keeping him involved enough to think that he was part of the game without picking on him because he was the easiest target.

Finally I said to them, “Would you guys like to go out for pizza tonight?”

I was overwhelmed by a chorus of “Yea!”, “Oh Boy!”, “Yes!,Yes!”

“Well I guess that is settled. Go get the chlorine washed off in the shower and put on some clean shorts and tee shirts and we”ll head out”, I said as I got out of the pool followed quickly by a flock of dripping boys. Oh well, as long as they don”t slip and fall I thought.

I was reminded again of the limited seating capacity of the Land Rover as I buckled the boys into their seats. TJ wanted the rear fold down seat so that solved the problem at least this time.

The nearest Chuckie Cheeze was on the north side of San Antonio so it took us about 30 minutes to get there. Thankfully we were going against the flow of rush hour traffic. When I had asked the boys earlier if they had ever been to a Chuckie Cheeze they all said they had not. Well they are in for a treat I thought. This could be fun.

The place was not too crowded when we got there so we had our pick of the tables. I shoved a couple together so that all six of us could sit down around them. I ordered three large pizzas and hoped that it would be enough to fill the bottomless pits that masqueraded as boys. I also got a stack of tokens and passed them out to the boys and escorted them to the games and showed them how to put the tokens in and how some of the games worked. It didn”t take long before all five of them were playing the games like they had been doing it all of their lives. I had to sit back and enjoy their happy faces and laughter. The only thing that caused them to pause was the need to grab a quick drink of their sodas.

When the pizzas arrived I almost had to tear them away from the games but finally the smell of the pizzas overcame the attraction of the games. It was a good thing I ordered the pizzas I did because there was only one slice left when they finished. I did get a couple pieces by risking my fingers as I retrieved them.

“Hi Miss Levin! Hi Miss Levin!” the boys shouted. “Uncle Crane, there is Miss Levin.”

When I turned around Darcie was standing at a table a couple removed from ours. She started our way when she recognized the boys. Following behind her were a strikingly handsome man and a boy who looked to be about 8 or 9 years of age.

I stood as they approached and reached out to shake her hand when she arrived.

Darcie, it”s good to see you again so soon”, I said. “This is a coincidence meeting you here like this.”

“I didn”t know whether you would speak to me again or not after what you went through today because of one of our case workers”, she replied.

“I know that was not your fault. Thank you for helping to get it straightened out so quickly”, I said.

“Crane, I”d like you to meet my brother Eric Levin. Eric, this is Crane Johnson and these are his foster children”, she introduced us. “This young man is Eric”s son Eric Junior. He likes to be called JR.”

Eric was nearly my height and had an extremely athletic build. It was not a bodybuilder shape. It was more like a gymnast”s body. His polo shirt molded to his body as if it had been painted on. His wide shoulders tapered to a narrow waist and hips. He could easily have been a model.

“Please sit down. The boys are itching to go back and play the games again. Would JR like to go with the boys?” I asked Eric trying not to stare at him.

“Yeah, I think that would be a good idea. Let me get some tokens and I”ll be right back”, he said.

Eric came back shortly and the three of us chatted about nothing in particular as we watched the boys enjoying the games. JR seemed to fit right in with my boys. They were bahçeşehir escort having the time of their lives when Darcie and Eric”s pizzas arrived. JR resisted leaving the games but like most boys the food won out.

While we were talking I found out that Eric had just recently divorced his wife. It seems that she had run away with another man leaving JR with his dad. I also discovered that he had a small network consulting firm in Houston that he wanted to sell and move to San Antonio. He was in town to scout out the possible employment opportunities and to visit his sister.

When I asked him what type of job he was looking for he reeled off a whole string of computing and computer related jobs that he was qualified for. I was as impressed with his resume as I was with his physique. I explained I owned a consulting firm and we were always looking for talented people and that networking expertise was an area that we didn”t have in-house. We always had to sub that out to other groups when we had a project that called for it.

“Look, if you are interested, why don”t you call my office manager, Foster Brandt, and set up an interview with him tomorrow. Foster conducts the initial screening of all applicants and then recommends to me whether or not we can use the candidate. I”ll leave a message for him that you will be calling.  Foster gets in around nine in the morning so you can call him any time after that”, I told him as I gave him my card with Foster”s number on the back.

“Thanks, Crane. I have heard good things about CCC. I have always heard that you do a quality job. I”ll call Foster first thing in the morning”, Eric said.

Darcie was sort of left out of our conversation. It seemed that Eric and I were the only ones there. I was quickly brought back to reality when Joel and TJ rushed up. Joel was holding a long string of tickets about two feet long. TJ had a smaller string.

“Can we go trade these in for a prize?” Joel asked.

“Sure, go get the other boys. It”s time we started home anyway”, I told them.

“It was good to see you again Darcie and very nice to meet you Eric. I hope we meet again”, I said as I went to herd the boys to the prize counter.

TJ was the first to reach the prizes and quickly decided which one he wanted. It was a small stuffed replica of a bear, one of the animated characters in the “live” show that each Chuckie Cheeze has.

“I want that one”, TJ said looking up at me.

“You don”t have enough tickets for that one”, I told him gently after looking at his string of tickets and the “price” of the toy.

“I do”, Joel said.

“But you won”t be able to get anything for yourself if you use yours for TJ”, I said.

“It”s okay. TJ and I can share”, he responded.

The lump in my throat was so large that I was unable to respond. I just nodded my head as he and TJ pooled their tickets to “purchase” the stuffed toy. How could any boy who has gone through the hell he has be so caring and unselfish? I wanted to pick him up and give him a big hug but settled for giving his shoulder a squeeze and patting him on the back. I didn”t want to embarrass him in public.

Chris and the twins had enough tickets between them combined with the few that Joel had left of his for each to get some small trinkets. Joel left with nothing but my admiration.

When we got home I called Foster”s number at the office and left him a voice mail telling him to expect Eric”s call. I told him that I would rely on his judgment as to whether or not to hire Eric.  I also took care of some other business that I needed Foster to handle for me.

It wasn”t long before the boys began to have hunger pangs and asked what they could have for a snack. After looking to see what Hildy had left, they settled for ice cream and chocolate chip cookies. The five of them completely demolished a half gallon carton of ice cream in one sitting.

I sent the other boys off to get their showers taken but asked Joel to stay behind.

“Did I do something wrong?” he asked with a scared look in his eyes.

“Oh, no son! You did something very right. I just wanted to say how very proud I am of you and how much I love you. You gave up your prize tonight so that TJ could have what he wanted. That was so good of you to do that”, I said as I reached out to him. I gave him the big hug that I wanted to give him earlier and kissed his forehead.

“Thank you for being the wonderful boy that you are. Please don”t change”, I choked out giving him another hug. “Now go get your shower taken.”

“But TJ wanted that little bear”, he said looking at me with those beautiful azure eyes. “I could never give him anything before. It makes me feel good to give him something. Besides he”s little. He needs toys more than me.”

TJ was hugging his little bear toy when I said goodnight to Joel and him. Chris was again in bed with the twins. He looked at me with questioning eyes, but when I leaned over and gave each of them a kiss on the forehead he relaxed visibly. This is not going to work long term. We are going to have to come up with more suitable sleeping arrangements.

Finishing my bedtime ritual, I climbed into bed. My thoughts went back to Eric and Darcie. How could I be attracted to both of them? I had never been so turned on by a man before. I was also turned on by Darcie. What”s the matter with me? I always considered myself to be completely heterosexual. I was so confused by my conflicting emotions that sleep did not come easily.

TBC

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Joel IV Chapter 14 I rushed on home wondering if Cary had taken a sudden turn for the worse. He had been doing so well the last time we had seen him. Parking the car, I entered the house. I could hear Hildy on the phone as I closed the front door.

“I”m sure it will be all right,” Hildy said into the phone. “Here he is now. I”ll let you talk to him.” She paused to listen and then handed me the phone. “It”s Bea Meyer.”

“Bea, this is Crane. I saw the ambulance as I was driving by your place. What”s happening?”

“Crane, I was just asking Hildy if it would be all right for me to bring the kids by when the girls get home from school. I need to get to the hospital. My mother has gone back to Phoenix and I don”t have anyone to take care of them and we haven”t made any other friends who I could call on.”

“Of course they can stay here. If you”d like, I”m sure that Hildy would be willing to come and wait on the girls so you could get to the hospital sooner.” I saw Hildy nodding her head in agreement. “She can be there in five minutes.”

“That would be great. Their school bus should be here in about 20 minutes. I could drop Cary by on my way to the hospital,” Bea said.

“Oh, my God,” I said. “I just assumed that the ambulance was for Cary. Who was it for?”

“I”m sorry, I”m so upset. I forgot to tell you. It was Barth. He had a heart attack. He wasn”t feeling well this morning and stayed home from work. He started having chest pains this afternoon and when they got worse, I called 911. He objected, but I”m glad I did. The paramedic said it was a good thing I called when I did.”

“Look, if your kids need to spend the night, Hildy has a spare bedroom for the girls and I”m sure that we can make room for Cary. My boys can always double up. Don”t worry about your kids. We”ll take good care of them. You just look after Barth. He needs you the most now.”

“That”s very kind of you. I”ll call you from the hospital and let you know if I”ll be staying the night there.”

“Hildy”s on her way to your house now. If you need some help with Cary, let me know and I”ll come right over.”

“I can manage him fine now that we have the van back. With the lift on it, he can get his chair in and out of it very easily. I”ll bring him by as soon as Hildy arrives.”

“I”ll meet you at the gate to our property. I meet the boys there when they arrive home from school. I”ll see you in a few minutes.” I hung up the phone and then went to release the dogs. They raced ahead of me toward the gate, knowing that their boys were due home any minute.

Bea arrived driving the van before I could get the gate opened. The dogs look at the strange van, not knowing what was going on. I ordered them to stay and went to assist Bea get Cary out of the van. I”m glad the dog trainer I had hired to train the dogs had done a good job because they obeyed my commands. I didn”t want them to jump on Cary the way they do the boys.

“Hi Mister Johnson,” Cary said with difficulty.

“Hello Cary, my sons are going to be happy that you”re here,” I said. I took hold of the grips on his wheelchair and helped him maneuver it off the lift as it reached the ground. As we turned around, Samson had come up behind us. He peered up at me with an almost guilty look in his eyes before he placed his chin on Cary”s thigh. Cary smiled at Samson and with great effort, moved his hand over and slowly stroked Samson”s head. I couldn”t be mad at Samson for disobeying my command because of the happiness he seemed to bring to Cary.

“Crane, I really appreciate your looking after Cary and the girls. I don”t know what I would have done otherwise,” Bea said. As she started back to the van she turned to Cary and told him she would call later this evening.

“Bea, drive safely,” I said. “Your family needs you now, more than ever.”

I helped Cary navigate inside the gate as Bea drove off for the hospital. She was barely out of site when the boys” school van came into view. There was no holding back the dogs as the van stopped. They were at its door almost before it had come to a complete stop. After their usual enthusiastic greeting, the boys noticed Cary.

“Cary!” the twins shouted in unison. “What are you doing here?”

“Hi, guys,” Cary said, as the twins and Chris descended on him.

“Cary is going to stay here for a while, maybe all night,” I told them.

“Cool,” Lenny said. “Let”s go see what Hildy has for our snack.”

“Hildy went to Cary”s house to get his sisters. She”ll be back in a few minutes,” I said. “You guys go wash your hands and get your clothes changed. Hildy should be back by that time.”

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The twins slung their backpacks over their shoulders and each grabbed one of the grips on Cary”s wheelchair and began pushing it toward the house, Chris leading the way. The chair was electrically powered, but the boys pushed it anyway. Off the four of them went giggling all the way.

“How come Cary and his sisters are going to be here?” Joel asked.

I looked over at TJ, who was talking to Bandit, before I answered. “Cary”s dad had to go to the hospital and his mom had to go to be with him.”

“Is he really sick?”

“Yes, son, he is. He had a heart attack. That can be very serious.”

“Is he going to die?”

“I don”t know. I hope he”ll be fine.”

“Me, too,” Joel said. “He seems like a nice man.”

“I think so, too,” I said, giving Joel”s shoulder a squeeze.

“Dad, can John come over after supper? We have a big Texas history test tomorrow and we need to study. His mom will bring him over if you can take him home. Please?”

“I guess so. One more won”t make that much difference. Would you like to invite him to eat with us?”

“He can”t, he has some chores to do before he can come.”

“Okay, then, call him and tell him it”s fine for him to come and he can tell his mother that I”ll take him home.”

“Thanks, dad,” Joel said, before he and Samson jogged off toward the house.

Bandit saw Joel and Samson take off, so naturally he followed suit. That caused TJ to take off after them leaving me by myself to make my way to the house. When I got there, the six boys were standing in the kitchen area waiting anxiously for Hildy. I knew Hildy had prepared a large bowl of banana pudding, so I told Joel to set out bowls for everyone and I retrieved the pudding from the refrigerator. As I filled each bowl, Joel placed it in front of the others in turn. The twins, as they did the previous time Cary was here, sat on either side of him and began taking turns feeding him as well as themselves.

I poured six glasses of milk and put them in front of the boys. I put a straw in Cary”s glass so he could drink it without the aid of the twins. He looked up and gave me his crooked smile.

Joel was loading the dishwasher with the dishes that Chris handed him after they had been rinsed in the sink when Hildy arrived with Kathy and Lori.

“Sorry it took us so long,” Hildy said, as she rushed into the kitchen. “The girls decided to pack a few things in case they had to spend the night. They also brought some clothes for Cary. I see the boys have already had their snacks. Is there any pudding left for the girls?”

“They tried, but they couldn”t eat it all. I think there”s enough for them,” I said. “Oh, by the way, Joel”s friend John will be here after supper, so count on one more for a snack later.”

“Come along, girls,” Hildy said, urging Kathy and Lori to take a seat at the kitchen table. “If we don”t get you your snack, the boys may get hungry again and eat it all up.” That brought a laugh from the girls.

Manfred was delighted when he saw Kathy and Lori. He and his late wife had always wanted daughters, but were unable to have any more children after Horst was born. I think Hildy was the same way. She and her first husband weren”t able to have children of their own. She doted on the boys, but having girls in the house brought out a softer side of Hildy.

John arrived shortly after the supper dishes had been cleared from the table. We had fed the eight kids first since that was all the chairs we had for the table. Hildy, Manfred and I had just seated ourselves when John and Pauline buzzed from the front gate. Joel went to greet them at the door. I followed him and invited Pauline to sit with us and have a cup of coffee. She refused, saying she had to get back to her daughters. It seemed they had persuaded her that they were old enough to stay at home by themselves while she drove John over here.

Joel hugged John and they went off to Joel”s room to begin their study for tomorrow”s test. I hoped what they studied was history and not anatomy.

A little after eight, Bea called. She said that Barth was still in ICU and would probably remain there until tomorrow some time. “I”d like to spend the night here at the hospital,” she said. “Are you sure it”s all right for Cary and the girls to stay over? I know it”s an imposition…”

“Bea, you look after Barth. We”ll make out fine. Hildy is ecstatic to have some girls around after being surrounded by seven guys all the time. Your girls packed some clothes before Hildy brought them here. They also thought to bring some for Cary. They”ll be fine. Don”t worry about them.”

“I”ll be home tomorrow in time to take Cary for his dialysis at one,” Bea said.

“Look, if it would help, one of us could take Cary for his dialysis. Just let us know where he needs to go. Let”s play it by ear,” I said. “If Barth is better by then and you feel comfortable leaving him, then you can take him. Otherwise, it is no imposition for us to do it.”

“Thanks, I”ll let you know tomorrow morning what I”m going to do.”

“Would you like to speak to your daughters or Cary?” I asked.

“Yes, could you put Kathy on, please?”

Kathy talked to her mother for several minutes. When she hung up the phone she had tears in her eyes. Hildy, who had been nearby, saw this, went to Kathy and enveloped her in a hug.

“It”s all right, honey,” Hildy said. “Your dad”s going to be fine. He”s getting the best care the doctors can give him. Now, how about you come help me start getting a snack ready for everyone?”

“Mom asked me if we could bring her a change of clothes tomorrow. She told me what to get out of her closet. Can we go do that?”

“Why don”t we go over to your house in the morning before the bus comes to pick you and Lori up for school and we can get everything for her then?”

“Okay.”

I went to check on the boys to see halkalı escort if they had completed their homework. Chris and the twins said they only had to do some reading for their geography class. They had taken turns reading it aloud to Cary. TJ showed me that he had completed all of his homework, so I sat down with him to check it. That didn”t take me very long. TJ was becoming an excellent student. His cursive handwriting was much better than mine was.

As I was getting up to go check on Joel and John, I heard Cary call my name. I went over to see what he wanted. He motioned for me to lean down, which I did. He whispered that he had to go to the bathroom. I guess he was embarrassed to have the boys help him. I nodded and he followed me in his wheelchair to the bathroom in my bedroom. I was a little apprehensive about how we were going to accomplish this. When we got to the bathroom, I asked him how I could help him. He told me what to do in his slow, slurred speech. It had been many years since I had changed a baby so I was not exactly an expert when it came to cleaning up someone who had to use the toilet. We managed with as little embarrassment to each of us as was possible.

He rolled back to the other boys and I went to check on Joel and John. I tapped lightly on the bedroom door before I slowly opened it. I was not surprised that they were both a little flushed and their clothes were in slight disarray.

“How”s the studying for the test coming?” I asked.

“Fine, dad, we”re going to ace it,” Joel answered.

“Yeah,” John added, “Joel really knows his stuff.”

“So do you,” Joel said, smiling at his friend.

“That”s great,” I said. “I think Hildy is getting your snack ready. After you have it, it”ll be time to take John back home.”

Arriving in the kitchen, we saw Hildy dishing up hot apple cobbler and Kathy topping it with a generous scoop of vanilla ice cream. Lori, Chris, the twins and Cary were already sitting at the table anxiously waiting for their treat. Manfred was standing by, smiling at the goings on.

The adults decided to forego the snack for the sake of our waistlines, but I think the kids made up for it.

“That was good, Hildy,” Lori said. I was a little surprised that she spoke up. She had always been so shy and quiet.

“Thank you, honey,” Hildy replied. “I”m glad you liked it. Would you like to help me load the dishwasher?”

“Uh huh,” Lori said, smiling broadly.

“Okay, John, it”s time to get you home before your mother begins to worry. Gather up your stuff,” I said. “Manfred, would you mind watching the boys until I get back? I should be back in about half an hour.”

“Sure thing, Crane,” Manfred answered. “Maybe I”ll read them a story while you”re gone.”

“I”m sure they”ll like that. I started reading them a story last weekend. I think the book is on the coffee table, if you want to continue with it. I”m sure I bookmarked where I left off reading.”

“Great, I”ll do that,” Manfred said. “Okay, guys, and you too girls, let”s go into the living room and I”ll read to you until Crane gets back.”

While John went to get his things together, I noticed that Hildy had taken a seat on the couch between Kathy and Lori. The boys had taken seats on the floor, except for Cary. His wheelchair was flank by Larry and Lenny.

Joel and John piled into the back seat of the BMW. I made sure they had their seatbelts on before I started down the driveway. In the few minutes that it took to reach John”s house, he and Joel were whispering to each other. As we drove into the Gordinier”s driveway, Joel asked, “Dad, will you take us to see a movie on Saturday?”

I smiled before I answered. “Do you want me to go with you or do you two want to go by yourselves?”

“Well…” Joel giggled. “We just want you to take us there and then come back and pick us up.”

“I thought so,” I said. “Let me know what the movie is and I”ll check it out. Assuming it”s not R rated, I don”t see any problem.”

“Thanks, dad,” Joel said, letting out a sigh of relief.

Pauline turned on the front porch light as I stopped the car. I got out and went to talk to her while Joel and John went inside the house. “Don”t be long,” I told Joel. “We have to get back home. It”s almost time to get ready for bed.”

“Okay.”

A couple of minutes later Joel emerged from the house and headed for the car. I said goodbye to Pauline and prepared to take off for home. Joel was quiet as we drove. We were about halfway home when I asked him, “Is something wrong, son?”

“Not really, it”s just so unfair.”

“What”s unfair?”

“Well, I like John a whole lot and he likes me, too. But I have to hide how much when we”re at school. Why can”t it be different? Why is it some people think it”s so awful?”

“Son, there”s no easy answer to that. Prejudice has no rational reason. Some people hate out of ignorance. Some people hate out of misguided religious beliefs. Some people hate anything that is different. I know it”s not easy for you. Just know that there are a lot of people who love you for who you are and it doesn”t matter to us who you love. Having said that, it is wise for you not to show too much affection for John at school or in other public places until you are a lot older.”

“I guess,” he said sadly.

Manfred was still reading to the crowd when Joel and I entered the house. When he heard us he looked up and then continued to read for a couple more minutes until he came to the end of the chapter.

“Thanks for babysitting, Manfred,” I said.

“Dad, we”re not babies,” Lenny said indignantly.

“You”re right. I apologize. Now, go get your showers taken and get ready for bed.”

“What about me?” Cary asked softly.

“Well, if you like, you can use my bathtub. I can help bathe you, if that”s all right?”

“Okay.”

Hildy and the girls took off for their part of the house as Cary and I headed for my bedroom. Undressing Cary was no mean feat. şirinevler escort Although he was not very tall or heavy, maneuvering him to remove his clothing wasn”t easy. I had started the water running in the tub before I started the undressing. I tested the water to make sure it was neither too hot nor too cool before I lifted Cary and lowered him into the water. I managed to get him bathed with little difficulty. I think he was more embarrassed than when he used the toilet.

When we were finished with his bath and I had his pajamas on him, I lifted him into his wheelchair and we went to where he was going to sleep. The boys had worked out the sleeping arrangements. Lenny had moved in with Larry in one bed leaving his for Cary. I lifted Cary into the vacated bed and tucked him in before tucking in Chris and the twins.

“All right boys, no talking. Sleep tight, I love you.”

I repeated the process with Joel and TJ before going back into the living room to catch up on my emails and other correspondences. There was nothing pressing in either so I picked up the morning paper that I had not finished before I took off for work this morning. Manfred startled me when he came in and sat down on the couch.

“Hildy kicked me out while the girls are getting ready for bed,” he laughed. Then in a more serious tone, “She is in second heaven with those girls here. So am I, if the truth be told. You know we love your boys, but having girls around is something special for both of us.”

“I can understand that. Hildy is surrounded by seven males almost every day. The only time she sees another woman is when she goes to church or when Marie is here. I don”t think I”ll adopt a daughter just so she”ll have a girl to help raise, though,” I said.

“No,” Manfred said. “That would be a bit extreme. Before the old house burned down, Hildy and I were talking about the possibility of becoming foster parents. Maybe after the new one is complete we”ll think about it again.”

“That”s an excellent idea,” I said. “You and Hildy would make fabulous foster parents. I say you should go for it. You might want to get started on the certification process. It can take a while to cut through all the red tape.”

“Thanks, I”ll talk to Hildy about it to see if she”s still interested. Well, the girls should be safely tucked into bed. I”ll see you in the morning. Good night, Crane.”

“Good night.”

The next morning was a mad house with seven kids eating breakfast and trying to get ready for school. Hildy took Kathy and Lori and left early so that they could get the change of clothes that Bea asked for. Cary went with the boys and me as we went down the driveway to wait for their school van. I felt sorry for him as my boys got on the van and headed off to school. They waved to him as they rode off. Bea was home schooling Cary until the next semester started in hopes of getting him into Corinthian Academy. I thought perhaps that he could have a day of vacation from his studies.

After all the activity of the morning, the house was deserted when Cary and I returned. I ask him what he would like to do. He said he would like to watch some TV. I turned the set on and placed the remote in his lap so that he could choose the program he wanted to watch. I then went to finish reading the morning paper and have a second cup of coffee.

When I thought that Carol would be in the foundation office, I called to let her know that I probably wouldn”t be in all day. I told her what was going on. She said she would call if there was anything urgent that neither she or Paul could handle. I thanked her and hung up the phone.

About ten minutes and another cup of coffee later, Bea called. “Good morning, Crane. How did you get along with Cary and the girls?”

“We managed just fine. I haven”t seen Hildy this happy in a long time. She and the girls really hit it off. How”s Barth doing?”

“I just talked to the cardiologist. He said Barth is doing better and they were going to take him out of ICU and put him in a regular room later this morning. He”s still going to be hooked up to all sorts of monitors, but the doctor said the greatest danger had passed.”

“That”s great news. Did the doctor give you any estimate as to when Barth could come home?”

“He said if he continues to improve, it might be as soon as Monday. Did the girls get off to school all right?”

“I assume so. Hildy went with them to your house to get the change of clothes you asked for. She hasn”t returned yet. Either she or I will be bringing the clothes to you later this morning. Do you know what room Barth will be in when he gets out of ICU?”

“Yes, the room number is 714.”

As we were talking I heard the front door open. I assumed that it was Hildy until I heard the familiar clump of Ricky”s rubber tipped peg leg. Before I knew it, I had a lap full of three year-old.

“Hi,” he said.

“Bea, sorry about the confusion. My housekeeper”s little boy just climbed onto my lap. Don”t worry about your kids. They”re being well cared for. If Barth is up for visitors, we can bring them by this evening. I”ll get in touch with you later today. Goodbye.”

“All right, munchkin,” I said to Ricky. “How are you this morning?”

“Fine,” was his one-word response.

“You are a man of few words, aren”t you?”

“Uh huh.”

I stood up with Ricky in my arms and went to find Marie. I found her in the living room talking to Hildy. Ricky squirmed down, went over to Cary and began inspecting the wheelchair. He walked all around it before he stopped in front of the chair and looked up at Cary. When Cary gave him a crooked smile, Ricky proceeded to climb into Cary”s lap. Cary smiled again and slowly wrapped his right arm around Ricky whose head was snuggled on Cary”s left shoulder.

“That”s amazing,” Marie said. Looking at what her son had done. She looked at me, “He won”t hurt him, will he?”

“No, I don”t think he could hurt Cary. That”s a great scene,” I said.

“He”s an angel,” Hildy said in a choked voice. “I think he”s found a new friend.”

To be continued.

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Joel VII Chapter 10

Chapter 10

On the way to the church, I explained to the boys what I thought the funeral service would be like. Not having been to a Lutheran service since I was in prep school, I was a little unclear as to what was expected of the people attending.

We arrived about twenty minutes before the service was to begin. I found a parking space close to the church entrance in the adjacent lot. As we exited the van, I checked to make sure that the boys had not loosened their ties and were still appropriately attired. At the door we were met by an usher and shown to a pew a few rows back from the front.

Susan”s open casket was placed in front of the lectern. A number of people would approach the casket, pause briefly as they viewed her, cross themselves and return to their pew.

“Dad, can I go up there, too?” Chris whispered.

I nodded before turning to the other boys and said quietly, “You guys stay here. We”ll be right back.”

Joel elected to go with us. We slid out of the pew and as we started toward the casket, I placed my arm around Chris” shoulder and Joel did likewise from the other side. I could feel his body tighten the closer we got to the casket. We stood there viewing the remains of the beautiful, young lady that was Chris” first real love. After a moment, he looked up at me with tears in his eyes and murmured, “Okay.” I handed him my handkerchief and the three of us returned to our pew.

Thankfully the service was short and the boys were all very well behaved. When it ended, the attendees were asked to stand as the casket was closed and the pallbearers carried it down the aisle preceded by the family. I didn”t know if it were a tradition in the Lutheran Church or whether it was a local custom, but the family was at the door of the church to accept condolences from people as they left. Chris, Joel and I shook their hands and made a few appropriate remarks. The other boys just shook the extended hands. Since the internment was to be in the family plots in Round Rock and few people at the funeral would be there, perhaps this was to replace the custom of offering condolences at the burial site.

As soon as we were in the van and preparing to head for home, Lenny asked, “Can we take off our ties?”

“Yes,” I laughed, “you can take off your ties. You guys were very good all through the funeral. Would you like to stop for a treat somewhere?”

That was enthusiastically received by all of them. Since we had to drive by the Dairy Queen on the way home, we stopped there. I told the boys to take off their school blazers as well before we went inside for the treats. For some reason, ice cream seemed to have an attraction to the front of the younger boys” clothes. We were lucky that there were no customers waiting to be served ahead of us. It still took a while before the clerk was able to get all of our orders taken. We found that the largest booth in the place was available and the eight of us filled it to capacity. Several minutes later, two of the workers arrived with our orders.

It was a good thing that I told them to take off their school blazers, especially Peter and William. I was not sure if they got more of their chocolate sundaes in their mouths or on their faces. It took a while and a lot of wet paper napkins before I pronounced them clean enough to get into the van.

“Are you okay?” I asked Chris as we exited the van at home.

“Yeah,” he said. “I”m glad I got to see her one last time. It hurts. I”m gonna miss her.”

“Just remember,” I said, “you have a lot of people who love you and if you ever want to talk to me or your brothers, we”re here for you.”

“I know. Larry and Lenny and I talked about it last night. It helped. They understand. They lost their mother. That had to be worse.”

“Go change your clothes. I think your dog needs some attention,” I said. “I love you, son. You”re very special to me.”

After supper, Donald and I were sitting in the living room with a glass of wine. Lenore was sitting in her daddy”s lap. “I got a call from Kelly today,” Donald said.

“Oh, he”s your long lost relative. How is he doing at the university?” I asked.

“Excellent. He was all excited. His grade report came out a week or so ago and it was straight A”s,” Donald said. “I had the manager of my engineering and construction company get in contact with him to make sure he was planning on interning there this summer. Kelly said he couldn”t wait for summer vacation to begin. That”s why he called me, to thank me for the opportunity.”

“What”s he doing for Spring Break?” I asked.

“I wanted to talk to you about that. He”s going to be on break at the same time the boys are and I thought, if you don”t mind, I would ask him to join us in Las Vegas.”

“Why would I mind? I liked him and so did the boys,” I said. “I know William and Lenore were fond of him when we were in New Orleans while you were in the hospital there.”

“Have you rented those condos again this year?” I asked.

“Yes, I only reserved the one two-storey,” Donald replied. “I asked Manfred if they wanted to go with us again this year, but he said they couldn”t take Brittanie out of the state, if she were still in their care. Gilda has agreed to go and look after Lenore.”

“I wonder if Kelly plays golf,” I said.

“I asked him that when I talked to him. He said he had never tried. He was always just trying to get by and go to college,” Donald said. “He never had any time to spare and, to him, golf was a game for the rich that he couldn”t afford.”

“Maybe we”ll have to get him some lessons while we”re there,” I said.

“Have you decided what you”re going to do with those two lots you reserved along the golf course?” Donald asked.

“Not really,” I said. “I had initially considered building a vacation home for us. The more I başakşehir escort think of it, however, I don”t think that is practical. It would be years before we could make much use of it. The only time we could use it for any length of time would be in the summers. Chris and the twins will probably be going to tennis camp each summer for the next four or so years, so they couldn”t spend much time there. TJ and Peter are more interested in the horses and their dogs, plus the pool. Maybe after all the kids have gone off to college it might make sense to have a house there.”

“From what Fenton said today when I talked to him, he has had a number of buyers who had asked about those two lots,” Donald said. “You could probably make a tidy profit on them, if you decided to sell.”

“I”ll think about it,” I said. “Did Fenton mention how the golf courses were coming along when you talked to him?”

“He said the Nicklaus course is completely ready. They”re fine tuning the bunkers and greens, but it”s ready to play. The Palmer course still has about a week of work to be done on it before it”s ready for play. He also indicated that the overall manager has hired the two pros and they are getting their shops set up and ready for business. The driving range is open and the members have been making use of it for about ten days. The practice putting-greens still need about a week before they will let the members on to practice.”

“It sounds as if everything will be ready for the opening when we get there in a few weeks. I know Joel is looking forward to playing both courses while we”re there.”

Thursday morning I asked Joel if he had gotten his paper turned in for his economics class yesterday.

“Yes,” he said. “I like that class. It”s interesting and really has a lot of implications for business.”

“So, are you thinking of changing majors in college?” I asked.

“No way! Computers and programming and how they work are the things I still want to study,” he said. “But, there are other things that interest me as well.”

“Good,” I said, “you need to have a well-rounded education in the humanities, as well as the technical areas. There are many college graduates who are totally unprepared to find employment because their choices of course work. While degrees such as Art History are very interesting, there are very few opportunities to find a career using the knowledge. On the other extreme are the total techies. While they don”t have the problem finding employment, they often are social misfits. All they know is technology and lack the social graces to fit into society in general. Balance is the best answer. That”s my opinion, but you have to find what”s right for you.”

Over the next few days, I watched Chris closely and as far as I could see he was back to his normal, fun-loving self. He seemed to be spending more time with Rita, Susan”s friend, than he had before and I thought it was healthy for both of them.

The following Monday, I return to the house after dropping the kids off at school. When I settled down with a cup of coffee, I received a phone call from Carlos. “Crane, I received a message on my voice mail over the weekend from that Truman Trust. They are the ones that own that property next to yours and the Westin property. Anyway, the executor would like to sell it so the estate can be settled. It was placed in a trust while Bartholomew Truman”s will was probated. It”s been in the probate court for almost five years. I understand the heirs have been fighting over everything, but none of them seemed to want anything to do with that farm. The judge, on Friday, ordered it to be sold or auctioned off, if no offers existed on the property. Are you still interested in buying it?”

“Yes, I”d still like to buy it,” I said. “What about the Westin farm?”

“I”m still in negotiations with Mr. Westin,” Carlos said. “He wants a premium price for the land, but the market won”t support what he”s asking. I hope we can come to a mutually agreeable price sometime this week.”

“How much does the trust want for that property?” I asked. He told me. “That”s about what I thought it might be. Lower would always be better, but that”s reasonable. Do it and let me know if you can reach an agreement with Westin.”

“Will do, Crane. I”ll call you as soon as I know anything.”

The cleaning crew looked in through the door to my office. They needed to clean the room and I needed to vacate. I decided to go play a round of golf. Spring break was coming up in a couple of weeks and I didn”t want to embarrass myself when I played with Joel on the new course in Las Vegas. I knew that River Crossing was closed on Monday, so I decided to drive to Canyon Lake Golf Course and see if I could join a group.

The group the starter put me with to fill out a foursome was made up of three retirees, George, Harold and Kent. I thought I did well to remember their first names. They were a jovial bunch and although they took their golf seriously, they had great senses of humor and it made for a very enjoyable round of golf. I played fairly well. I felt better after the round that I would not make a fool of myself in Las Vegas.

By the time I got back to the house it was time to get in the van and head to the school to pick up the kids. I was a few minutes early and I saw Pauline waiting for John and his sisters, so I went to talk to her. It had been a while since I had spoken to her and we brought each other up on our lives and that of the boys. She hadn”t found anyone after her “encounter” with the married doctor and she seemed to be happy with that. When I saw Peter and William coming out of the school, I said goodbye to her and went to start gathering up the kids.

“Dad! Dad!” Larry yelled as he and the rest of the three musketeers ran up to me.

“What are you so excited about?” I asked, trying to look around the papers the three of them were waving in front of my face.

“There”s a 5k run for charity and we want to do it,” Chris said.

“When and where?” I asked.

“It”s a week from this Saturday in San Marcos,” Lenny answered.

“Is that what those papers are about?”

“Yes,” they all answered.

“Let me take a look at them when we get home and then we”ll talk about it. Okay?” They nodded and climbed into the van, chattering away excitedly.

The after school snacks came first, of course. Afterward, the three of them brought the papers that they had been holding at school to the breakfast table where I was sitting. I took one of the papers and read the information. It was a charity run for cancer. I knew right then why they wanted to participate.

“Do you know how long 5 kilometers is?” I asked.

“Sure,” Chris said, “it”s about 3.1 miles. We learn all about the metric system in math class.”

“And you believe you can run that halkalı escort far?”

“We run about that far almost every day,” Larry said. “We probably run more than that playing tennis.”

“It says you need to get sponsors to donate money. I suppose you have someone in mind?”

“Yeah, we were hoping you might sponsor us. Maybe Donald as well,” Chris said. “Do you think he might?”

“You will have to ask him yourselves. As for me, I will gladly sponsor you three. It says you need to get $100 in pledges to run,” I said. “I think I can afford that.”

“Thanks, dad,” Chris said, giving me a hug, “it means a lot to me.”

“You”re welcome, son. I know it does,” I said. “Now, Donald is in the living room, why don”t you go ask him about being a sponsor?”

I watched as the boys each made part of the pitch to Donald. I was standing in the doorway out of sight of the boys but visible to Donald. He looked up and I caught his eye and gave him a nod.

“I think that is a great thing to do,” Donald said. “It”s a very worthy cause and I will be happy to sponsor you. When do you need the money?”

“We have to turn in our pledges a week from Wednesday,” Chris said. “And, thank you, sir.”

“Thank you from us, too,” Larry said.

“How are your running shoes?” I asked when the boys finished talking to Donald.

“Mine are okay,” Chris said,

“Mine are getting a little tight. I can feel my toes touch the ends,” Lenny said.

“Mine, too,” echoed Larry.

“Why don”t you go put them on and run around the track a few times to see if we need to get you some new ones?”

“Here”re our sign-up sheets,” Chris said, handing me three sheets of paper. “You need to sign your name and how much you are sponsoring us for. Can you have Donald do it, too?”

“Sure thing,” I said.

A few minutes later the three of them came down the stairs and headed out to run a few laps.

“Can we run, too?” TJ asked when he saw his brothers take off running.

“I don”t see why not. Go put on your shoes and join your brothers,” I said.

Peter and William followed TJ up the stairs to their bedroom. They soon came down ready to run. I followed them outside to watch. The three musketeers had set a moderate pace that I thought would probably be good for a 5K run. The track, more like a path around the level field they used for soccer and playing Frisbee, was a little less than a quarter mile per circuit. That meant they would have to go around the track a little over 12 times to practice for the 5K run.

The three younger boys soon fell behind their older brothers and after they had completed two and a half laps, they dropped out and watched the others run. Chris called out the number of laps they had run as they passed us. They stopped when the count reached 10. They were breathing hard, but were not gasping for breath.

“Great job guys,” I said. “Tomorrow I”ll join you. I”ve gotten out of the habit of jogging. I guess I”m getting lazy in my old age.” That brought a giggle from Chris and the twins.

“Over the hill at 34,” Lenny said in a stage whisper.

“You”ll think over the hill,” I said, “when I beat you tomorrow.”

“Maybe we should give him a head start,” Larry added to their mirth.

I hadn”t noticed that Donald had come out until I heard him laughing. “I think you need to join us tomorrow and we”ll see if you”re over the hill as well,” I told him.

“You”re on,” he said. “We”ll show these three whippersnappers who”s over the hill.”

“Hey, guys, you need to go shower before supper,” I said. “We don”t want a bunch of sweaty boys at the table.”

Later as we were eating, I asked the twins how the shoes felt when they ran. The consensus was that new ones were in order. I told them to find running shoes on the internet that they liked and I would go into San Antonio tomorrow and get them pairs that matched. In answer to Chris” unspoken question, I said I would get him new shoes as well.

Thirty minutes after the supper dishes were in the dishwasher and the boys had gone back upstairs to their room, Lenny called down the stairs and asked me to come up.

“We found what we want,” he said, as I entered their room. “See.”

The pairs that they had chosen were reasonably priced, compared to some that I had seen in the stores. “Do you all want the same?” They all nodded. “Okay, then, let”s see what sizes we need. Hand me that pad and pencil and I”ll write them down, I”d hate to get the wrong sizes.” I added one size to the twins” shoes. Chris still had plenty of toe room left in his, so I wrote down his current size. I also printed out a picture of the shoes they wanted so that I would get the right ones tomorrow. “Homework time, now, guys.” I left them to it and went back downstairs.

Tuesday morning after I had dropped the kids off at school, I headed into San Antonio to shop for shoes. I parked the van in the NorthStar Mall parking lot and went inside the mall. It was still early and there were not many shoppers who had arrived as yet. That was a relief, I hated crowds. I found the large, sporting goods store and went in and found the athletic shoe department. I browsed around looking for the shoes that matched the picture I was carrying. I didn”t see them or a salesperson. I looked around for ten or so minutes and still didn”t run across anyone to help me, so I left the store and went down to the end of the mall to a major department store. As soon as I entered the shoe department, I was greeted by a salesman. I showed him the picture and he immediately led me to where the matching shoes were. I told him I needed three pair and gave him the sizes. While he went to retrieve them from the stockroom, I browsed the other running shoes on display. On a whim, I decided to get a new pair for myself. I picked up a display shoe that had caught my eye and examined it. It appeared to have a lot of built-in support. When the salesman returned, I told him I wanted another pair and pointed out the one I wanted and gave him my size. He returned and rang up the sale. I picked up the two bags containing the four boxes of shoes and headed for the van. I left a very pleased and smiling salesman to have made this large of a sale this early in the day.

When I got back to the house, Gilda told me that Carlos had called. I took the three pair of shoes to the boys” room and dropped the other pair off in my bedroom before returning Carlos” call.

“Carlos, it”s Crane,” I said, when he answered the phone. “What have you got for me?”

“Good news, I think,” he said. “The Truman Trust accepted an offer $10,000 less than they had asked. I have faxed the executor the written offer we agreed to and he said he would have it signed and in my hands later today.”

“That”s good,” I said.

“That”s not all,” Carlos said. “Mr. Westin has made şirinevler escort a counter offer on his farm that is more in line with the market. I told him I would discuss it with you and get back to him.” He told me the amount of the offer. “I don”t think he”s willing to go any lower. Do you want me to go ahead and accept it?”

“If that”s the best we can do, then let”s go ahead,” I said. “I”m going to have a couple farmers “over the moon” when I tell them.”

“Do you want these purchased for CBJ Properties?”

“Yes, that”s what the other three properties out there are owned by,” I said. “Let me know when it”s all signed, sealed and delivered.”

“Will do,” Carlos said.

The first thing the three musketeers asked when I picked them up from school was, “Did you get the shoes?”

“Yes, they”re in your room,” I said. “You can try them on when you get home.”

They did just that. Even before they came down for their after school snack, I could hear them making typical teenage remarks about the shoes. The three of them came down the back stairs with them on and ready to go for another training run. They did, however, take time out to have the fruit that Gilda had put out for the boys. I had asked her not to have anything that would sit heavy in their stomachs as they ran.

By the time they had eaten, Donald and I were ready to run with them. “We”re going to run a few laps and then we”ll stop and I want you to let me know how the shoes are fitting. I wouldn”t want you to get blisters.” With that we were out the door, heading for the track.

After the third lap we stopped and they reported that the shoes were fitting just fine. That took less than a minute and we were back running laps. Both Donald and I were tiring by the time we had completed nine more laps, but we were not going to quit and be razzed by them. The boys had easily done all twelve laps and probably could have gone on for several more, but I think they didn”t want to show up the “over the hill gang”.

“Great job, guys,” I said, breathing hard. “You should have no trouble in finishing the 5K. The weather forecast for tomorrow is rain, so we probably will not be able to run. You can still use the equipment in the exercise room. There will be plenty of chances to do more training laps before the race. Now, off to the showers!”

The forecasters were right for a change; it rained all day long on Wednesday. The total rainfall for the 24 hour period was a little over four inches. It would probably be a couple of days before we could run on the track again. It would need time to dry out.

I grabbed my golf umbrella as I got into the van on my way to pick up the kids from school. I got there early and was able to get a parking spot that was close to the end of the sidewalk leading from the school door. As I saw each group of the kids exiting the building, I would rush up to them and lead then to the van under the protection of the large umbrella. It kept us mostly dry. It took me five trips to get everybody into the van.

Thursday morning, I got a surprise call from Jeremy. He called to make sure it would be all right if he took some of his things to Houston and put them in the townhouse. “Of course, it”s all right,” I said. “That”s why I gave you a set of keys and a garage-door opener. You”re free to go there at any time. All I ask is that you make sure the lights are turned off, the alarm is set and the doors are locked when you leave.”

“I”m going to meet my sister in Houston on Friday evening. She”s interviewing with a company there and wants to see where I”ll be living. I don”t think she believed me when I described it to her.”

“She”s welcome to stay the weekend there with you, unless she has to get back to college,” I said.

“I imagine she”ll want to stay Friday night and get back to school on Saturday. She has to defend her Master”s Thesis in a couple of weeks and it”s freaking her out,” Jeremy said.

The call had barely been terminated when the phone rang again. It was Carlos. “Good news, Crane. I have two signed contracts for the properties. Closing should be in about thirty days. It will take that long for the surveys and title searches to be completed. I don”t see any problems on the horizon for either one of them. The Truman property has been owned by the Truman family since shortly after Texas became a state in 1845 and the Westin property has been in the family for nearly 100 years, so there are good claims on the land.”

“Thanks, Carlos,” I said. “You have Power of Attorney for CBJ Properties, so you can handle the closing. Just let me know when I own them. I think I”ll make a surprise visit to the farm and let a couple of anxious farmers hear the good news. Keep in touch if there is anything you need me to do. Oh, would you ask that executor if it would be possible to lease the property starting today through closing? I know the guys would like to start working the land right away. If they wait until after closing, it”ll be getting a little late to plant.”

“Will do. It shouldn”t be a problem. I”ll keep you informed,” Carlos said and hung up.

I told Gilda that I probably would not be back for lunch before taking the Town Car and starting for the ranch. When I pulled into the drive, I noticed that the old house had been completely torn down and all that was left was the concrete slab. As I got out of the car, Rosie hollered at me from the front steps of the temporary housing where they now lived.

“Crane, come on in here. I just made a fresh pot of coffee.”

“Thank you, I could use one,” I said. I check my shoes to make sure I had not picked up any mud on my way from the car and found that I had, so I slipped them off just inside the door. “How do you like your temporary quarters?”

“It”s great. We have so much more room. We”ve got a bedroom, there”s one for the baby and Bert has his. What more could we ask for?” she said.

“They should start on the new house any day now, I hope,” I said.

“Monday, is what they told us,” Rosie said. “Won”t you stay for lunch? Jessica had to go into town for a meeting, so I”m the cook today. Charlie, Jason and Ian should be here in twenty minutes or so.”

“Thank you, I accept,” I said. “I need to talk to them anyway. I was hoping to see them while I was here. Where”s Bert?”

“He has two classes this morning and one later this afternoon. It”s too much of a hassle to drive home and then back to his afternoon class. He just goes to the library and studies. He”ll catch a sandwich at the Union.”

We chatted as she went about working in the kitchen. It wasn”t long before the three farmers came in the door. “Is that Crane”s car?” Charlie asked as he pulled off his shoes.

“Yes, it”s mine. I came to give you the bad news,” I said, trying mightily to keep from smiling.

To be continued.

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Subject: Dark Age Tale – Part 8 Dark Age Tale � Part 8 The usual warnings apply to this work of fiction. It contains references to and scenes of sex between boys and a man and if this type of material either offends or is prohibited for you, please leave now. Remember Nifty is free to us because of the kind donations of its users. Any comments, good or bad, welcome to ail ————— “He’s a fine looking lad, sure you can’t be persuaded to part with him?” Richard was standing next to the BBQ on the patio of his friend John’s villa, enjoying the warm Mediterranean evening and sight of a swimwear clad Noah jumping in and out of the pool. Richard had made sure to buy him a nice tight pair of the tight square swim shorts which resembled boxer-briefs, the sort he found so attracts on continental boys. They were black with red trim around the waist and hugged Noah’s body perfectly, showing off his backside and accentuating his lean physique. Richard felt his cock stir as he watched the boy. Noah had wanted a baggy, shapeless pair of long swim shorts and had been embarrassed to be seen in something so tight but, as Richard had explained, he would be deciding what the boy wore from now on. In fact he had already purchased another pair for Noah to wear, this time white which would hopefully be almost translucent once wet. He couldn’t wait to take his boy to a public beach wearing those! They had been at the villa for almost two weeks, waiting while an acquaintance of John’s arranged a fake passport and birth certificate for Noah. Apparently the man had done the same for John a few years previously when he had needed the same documents for his own boy. He had met John in a professional capacity many years ago, helping to side step some legal `difficulties’, and the two had stayed in sporadic contact which had continued even after the ex-teacher seemingly disappeared, followed a few weeks later by one of his fifteen year old pupil. Richard didn’t like the idea of someone else knowing Noah was here, but he had been forced to move the boy out of the country bundled in a sleeping bag at the back of his van and that wasn’t a long term solution. Noah had been bleary eyed when Richard had shaken him awake the next morning. The rain had got steadily worse in the night making the field a quagmire. Even if he hadn’t found Noah he would probably have made an early exit, but the boy gave him a far more pressing reason to leave. “It’s up to you Noah, if you want you can come with me.” The boy had got tearful, scared by the decision. Richard knew it was unfair to hurry him but he was anxious to leave, and when he told him it was a choice between home and a new life with him he had got in the sleeping bag. He had stayed bundled up until they reached Richard’s home, though his phone and most of his possessions were disposed of en-route. Those had to go, and they only stayed long enough at Richard’s yard to install a hidden compartment in the back of the van. It was small başakşehir escort an uncomfortable, but Noah had survived the journey pretty much intact. “He is lovely, but are you sure you want to spend the next few years looking over your shoulder? My friend would take him off your hands if you were interested.” Apparently a less salubrious sideline John’s friend ran was supplying boys for `entertainment purposes’, and Richard didn’t like the way he cast an apprising eye over Noah which lingered on the boy’s backside. “I’m definitely planning on keeping him,” Richard smiled as Noah back flipped into the pool laughing loudly. “The world is full of nice looking lads Richard,” John flipped the burgers before casually mentioning a sum of money. That was the finders fee, there would be a percentage of the final price when Noah was sold as well. The word `sold’ hung in the air. For all John’s protests about how much the boys enjoyed their new lives it was clear that Noah would get to live his fantasies of enslavement for real. He would be sold to whoever offered these men the most money, and Richard doubted the reality of what happened after that would quite match up to the boyish dreams. “Interested?” Noah was called over for his burger and Richard patted his wet backside as he passed making him blush, before taking his discussions with John to a secluded corner of the villa garden. �������� “John won’t tell anyone I’m here will he?” Noah was lying next to him on the double bed, his body already showing a pleasing tan. He liked to sleep in a baggy pair of thin shorts, and while Richard’s eventual goal was to keep his boy naked as much as possible it needed to be implemented in small stages. “John can keep a secret, don’t worry.” Richard put his hand on Noah’s groin, feeling the boy’s cock and balls through the thin material. The boy stiffened a little, but the cock stirred as Richard squeezed and groped it. “Like that?” Noah nodded, and Richard put a finger through the loop at the front of his collar and pulled his face into a kiss. He liked to keep Noah collared as much as possible, always useful to have a means to directing him and a constant reminder he was now Richard’s boy. “John’s used to having boys like you around anyway.” Another little kiss, make him feel like he was the character in one of his books. “In fact men often leave their boys here while they are away or if they need to hide them. It’s sort of like a kennel for boys.” He liked calling Noah `his boy’, and as the lad giggled at that idea Richard gave him another kiss. He was getting more used to kissing and touching, but it would be a while until he lost all his inhibitions. “That’s why i’m going to leave you here for a bit,” Noah looked shocked, shifting a little. The leather cuffs buckled around his wrists were clipped together behind his back, restricting his movements. “Not for long, I’ll soon be back.” Time to get the shorts off Richard thought, his mouth halkalı escort on Noah’s cock would be sure banish any worries the boy had. Besides, he wanted to savour the taste while he still had the chance. ���������� “Congratulations Mr Williams!” The real estate agent was really congratulating himself on the commission he had just made Richard thought as the man offered him a charmless grin. Still he shook the preferred hand, the man had been helpful enough without knowing it by only asking the bare minimum of questions about his purchase of the property. A villa up in the hills overlooking the coast and near a town popular with British expats hadn’t come cheap. Being a cash buyer helped him negotiate a better price, but brought some unwanted curiosity regarding where the funds came from. “I’ve recently disposed of a few assets and want to reinvest.” Richard remained silent on what the assets were and the man hadn’t enquired further. It was a beautiful spot to enjoy retirement Richard thought to himself as he completed his final length of the pool, pulling himself out and sitting to enjoy the last of the sun. Peaceful and serene, he could quite happily listen to the bird song… There was a crash as the door slammed shut. “Hey?!” Noah shouted out to see if anyone was home before strolling through the open patio door. Richard had left him alone with John for a few weeks in which he sold his canal boat and rented out the yard. Probably could have got a better price for both he thought, but he hadn’t wanted to leave his boy unattended for to long. Other men might get ideas if he did. Anyway the business was mostly reliant on his own skill, and he could just as easily run it from here where no-one was looking for Noah. Dressed in only a pair of black Adidas shorts and trainers Noah looked delicious, his skin now tanned to a pleasing olive colour. He had grown a bit in the four months since Richard had taken him as his boy, retaining his lean physique but managing to fill out his height and avoid resembling a stretched version of his younger self. There were other new additions as well, a ring in the right side of his lip and a dyed red-streak in his even shaggier hair. Richard wasn’t a fan of either addition but the boy was experimenting, finding an identity and he had learnt to pick his battles. Like the one over the little pubic bush the growing boy had been so proud of. No arguments were brooked and he had shaved and then waxed that off, Noah would remain smooth until he decided otherwise. On the plus side Noah’s new style did have the benefit of radically changing his appearance. Beyond a brief story on the website of the local newspaper from his home town Noah’s disappearance didn’t seem to have got much publicity, and the young looking twelve year old boy in the school photo they had used in the report didn’t bear much resemblance to the teenager sitting next to him. “Good time at the beach?” Noah had started riding his bike down şirinevler escort to the town where there was a bmx ramp. Richard had offered to drive him but he was thirteen and wanted a taste of freedom. Beyond chaining him up in the basement there was not much he could do. “Yeah,” Richard draped an arm around his bare shoulder. His skin was warm and soft, and he had a pleasing sweaty aroma after riding back up the hill. He still got a cold feeling in his stomach every time the boy was out of his sight, what if he hurt himself and was taken to a hospital? What if he got up to mischief and was picked up by the police? Above all, what if someone recognised him? The fake passport would hold up to a certain amount of scrutiny but Richard was in no rush to test the limits of its authenticity. “Did you wear your helmet?” The obvious downward look told him the answer. “Forgot sorry,” Richard pursed his lips. Despite being the latest model and chosen by Noah, (not to mention costing a small fortune), the helmet was sitting pristine in its box in the boy’s bedroom. “You said that last time as well Noah,” the boy’s brow furrowed as he tried to wheedle his way out of it. `Next time he would remember’, `it wouldn’t happen again’, `he was sorry’. Draped across Richard’s lap Noah made for an alluring sight. The shorts were down around his ankles along with the tight cartoon briefs Richard had brought him as underwear. They were meant for a younger boy, but Richard enjoyed the sight of them stretched tight across Noah’s buttocks. Right now though he didn’t want those buttocks to have any protection. He spanked the boy slowly, savouring the feel of the skin warming under his hand and the yelps and moans Noah made as his backside turned from white, to pink to red. By the end the Noah was tearful, and Richard hugged him before sending him to the corner with his hands on his head. A firm hand was good for a growing boy, and while there would be a bit of sulking for the next few hours Richard was sure Noah would be back in his bed for the night. ���������- We should probably leave a Richard and Noah to enjoy their new life and make their own ending, but if you have to imagine a conclusion maybe picture it this way. A boy and a man stroll along by the side of the town’s marina, the boy staring at the boats and the man staring at the boy. It’s late in the tourist season but there are still plenty of people in the town, and the boy attracts giggling glances from two girls his own age. He’s a handsome lad, dressed in neat green cargo shorts and a black polo shirt, fresh from dinner in a nice restraint. The girls make eyes at him but he is oblivious, his concentration focused on the twin delights of the boats and his ice-cream. The man notices the glances and smiles. It’s impossible to say if he is a young grandfather or old father, but the paternal pride in his boy is obvious as he watches him. The boy is growing up quickly he thinks, and while he would happily keep him a boy forever that just isn’t possible. Instead he resolves to make the most of the boy before he leaves boyhood behind, and drapes an arm around his shoulder as they walk on. ��-///��� Hope you enjoyed this little story. All feedback and ideas for a second part welcome.

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Subject: Small Town Dilemma Chapter 3 WARNING: This story is for adult men. It contains a graphic and fictional depiction of sex between young men. If it offends you or sexual activity between consenting males is illegal where you are, or you find this material offensive, do not go any further and do not read this story. The names have been changed from the people involved. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except by the website to which it has been posted, without consent of the author. If you have comments or suggestions, please direct them to Jonathan Perkins at hoo. All of us enjoy the stories posted here so please support Nifty. I appreciate you reading my stories and Nifty appreciates your fty Small Town Dilemma – Chapter 3 By Jonathan Perkins (On background, our man character Bryan works for a large home improvement company and was sent to a small town in the next state to straighten out an under performing store. He had received gone through a divorce and was labeled as gay, although he was not. His first night in town he met up with four young men, Lucas, Brandon, Vince and Frank, and ended up having a night of drunken sex with them. Now he has hired an employees father, Jeffrey, who might well be a pedophile and has been propositioned by another male employee, Timmy.) Small Town Dilemma – Chapter 3 It was finally Saturday. I had gotten through my first week in this hellhole of a store in this God forsaken town. I’m not sure how I got through it. Oh, wait, yes I do. Being able to go to my motel room every night and have kinky gay sex with four of the hottest guys in town! The firing of several long time employees shook up the place. That and an employee meeting I held on Wednesday and explained my new ‘Going Green’ program. The store was going to start bringing in the green stuff (cash) or more people would be ‘going’. The aisle were cleaner, the shelves were better organized and stocked and even the trash around the outside of the building had been picked up. When I arrived at 10 minutes to six this morning all the equipment, lawns mowers and such, had already been cleared from the entrance and lined up on the side walk in front of the store. The surly older guy that met me my first day was standing by the door to unlock it as each employee arrived. He greeted them with a smile and a cheerful “Good morning”. It was a good morning and I had gotten a good night sleep. Lucas and his friends had plans for Friday night and it was understood I was not to be involved. Which was fine by me. As I entered the store, Mindy came out from behind the service desk and asked if she could speak to me in my office. I told me I’d be in there in 20 minutes when I finished my walk around the store. I met Timmy, my assistant manager, also doing a walk around. “Good morning Timmy” Good morning Bryan. The store looks in pretty good shape this morning. Aisle 5 had a display that was pushed out of place so I straightened it out. Other than that, all is good.” “What are you doing, trying to take my job?” I asked him with a smile. “No, just trying to be a good assistant and take some of the load of you. I don’t think I could handle your job. I hope I wasn’t out of line ” “Hell no! I like to see people step up and take some initiative. Someday you may very well have my job.” I gave him a pat on his back and walked back to my office. Timmy was a young man, very shy and very polite. He had what you’d call a twinkish body. Not skinny, but a slight build. He was several years older than Lucas’s group but he looked like he should still be in high school. Short brown hair and a smooth face, like he only had to shave once a week. He had an infectious upbeat attitude and a smile that would light up a room. I had never really noticed any of this about him until we were talking this morning. Was my week of naked fun with Lucas and his friends making me more in tune with a guy’s body? Upon my return to my office Mindy came in and closed the door. It was not uncommon for my door to be closed as I had had numerous private talks with the employees to evaluate their position and performance in the store. But I was always the one who closed the door. Mindy was young, cute and sexy in her tight jeans, form fitting T-shirt and yellow store smock. I glad I noticed that so maybe I had gone completely gay this week. But I hoped she didn’t have any thing risqu� in mind. Turns out she didn’t. “Bryan, I wanted to talk to you about my father. He works up in the city for a medium sized company in their financial department. My mother passed away several years ago and my father took that job to be able to pay off her medical bills. He stays up there for the week and comes home on weekends. But the owner of the company has brought his nephew into the company and my father thinks his job will be taken over in the very near future by the nephew. He is really concerned and doesn’t know what he is going to do. Since you let the last manger and his wife go, I know you are short a bookkeeper. It may not be my place to ask this but I was wondering if you’d consider hiring my father to be your new bookkeeper?” “I’m always open to new people and new ideas. And I think it is nice that you are concerned about your father. If he is home this weekend and available, have him call me and we can meet.” “Thank you so much, Bryan. He is home and has nothing planned for this weekend so I’ll have him call you. This would be terrific if its works out for him.” At that, Mindy came around my desk and gave me a big hug. “None of that, now. If I hire you father I don’t want it to be because of your hugging me.” I laughed and gave her a hug back, innocent and platonic hug. Mindy broke off the hug, wiped a tear from her eye and went back to the service desk. My phone rang 2 minutes later. “Hi, Bryan? This is Mindy’s father, Jeffery Olson. Mindy just called and said you wanted to speak to me about something. I hope Mindy hasn’t done something wrong at the store. She really likes her job now that you have come in and made some significant changes.” “Nothing of the sort, she is doing just fine. If I had more people like her this would be a dream job running this store. When can you come by?” “I have some banking to do this morning when the bank opens so I can come by after that, say 10:00?” “That would be fine. I’ll see you then, Jeff.” As I hung up the phone, Timmy stuck his head in the door. “Can I see you for a minute?” “Certainly, what’s on your mind?” Timmy came in and closed the door. My second closed door meeting of the morning. “Well, I ah . . . um . . . well, that is . . .” “Timmy, you can speak your piece. I’m not sure what you want but I’ll never know until you tell me.” “You’ve been very receptive to some of my ideas for changes in the store. And I know some of my ideas will take some time and are long range goals.” “Yes, you’ve had some really good ideas and I’ve been impressed with them and you’re execution of them as well.” “I have another idea and I hope you like this one as well and want to go ahead with it. I noticed on my way home Tuesday night that Lucas and his friends were going into your motel room. Then the same thing on Wednesday night and Thursday night. They kind of have a reputation around town so I have a pretty good idea why they were going to your cabin. I would like to be invited to stop by your cabin some night as well. Not the same night Lucas is there but maybe a Friday başakşehir escort night when they are else where.” My face turned red, my mouth fell open and I didn’t know how to react. First of all, I’ve been found out having the boys to my cabin. And second that Timmy would come on to me so totally out of the blue. “Timmy, its not what you think. We were just having meetings about how to improve things at the store, nothing else.” “I’m not sure having gay sex would bring the kind of customers you are looking for. I had my suspicions know Lucas as I do but then I overheard him talking to Brandon yesterday. He said you’d need a night to rest up from all the sex you were having with them.” “Timmy, I, well, its like this, what I mean is . . .” “I know, you like the big rugged football boys and not some little nerdy guy like me. I understand. I just hoped you’d invite me over one night and see if we hit it off.” “I really can’t explain what happened with Lucas and those boys. They helped me out when I first arrived in town, then showed up at my cabin with beer and we got drunk and one thing led to another. I’ve never been with another guy before and it took me by total surprise.” “But you are still doing it with them so I was hoping I’d have a chance to have some fun as well.” As embarrassing as this was, I was eyeing Timmy up and down and envisioning him naked on my bed waiting for me to ravish his twink body. I felt my cock start to stir and knew I had to end this soon or I would have a full on hardon, not having gotten off last night. “This is very awkward to say the least. As I told Lucas, what happens in the store stays in the store and what happens outside the store is our own personal business. It’s inappropriate for you to bring this up on company time. Maybe we should talk tonight after work and see what happens.” “Great. This is going to be one tortuous long day, that’s for sure.” Timmy smiled. “Timmy! Enough! Get back to work and keep your ideas on the store, not me.” As he turned to go, I could swear I noticed his pants had a pronounced bulge. I wonder what he was packing inside those pants? Mindy’s father showed up promptly at 10:00. Mindy showed him to my office and he greeted me with a smile and a firm handshake. He sat down in front of my desk and inquired why he had been asked to come in. I told him of Mindy’s conversation and his concerns about his future at his current job. “Dam, I have to apologize for Mindy. She had no business asking you to give me a job. That is for me to work out.” “She is a good daughter and has every right to look out for her father. I hope I have a daughter as sweet as her some day. I do need someone to take over the financials here at the store and it sounds like you may be needing a job. So it might be a good fit.” “She told you about the situation where I am. I took that job because the pay was good and I needed to pay off the medical bills. Once they were paid, I found a rooming house and stayed in the city during the week to cut down on the drive. But being away from her all week is a killer. I’d gladly take a pay cut to be able to work here in town.” “First things first. Are you any good at your job or are you a fuck up?” “What?!?” “I’m blunt sometimes. Are you on the verge of loosing your job because of nepotism or incompetence? Not meaning any offense, just looking for an honest answer. I don’t want you to leave you present job and then I have to fire you because you can’t handle the job here. I’m trying to weed out all of the fuck offs from this store.” “You are blunt aren’t you. So I’ll be blunt as well. I would be taking a step down in pay and prestige to leave my current job and work in a dump like this. I could handle this job doing it part time without breaking a sweat. And if you’re serious about hiring me, I’ll work the first month for free to show you what I can do for you.” I laughed and reached over to shake his hand. “Jeff, you and I are going to get along just fine. I would love to have to come on board and straighten out our financials. And no working for free. I firmly believe you get what you pay for in life. What is your take home pay now, after deducting your rooming and travel expenses?” He wrote down his take home and shoved the paper across my desk, indicating we could start negotiating from there. “Fine. Lets start the negotiations by me offering you 10% over that.” “You mean 10% less, don’t you?” “No, I mean a 10% raise over what you showed me. I’m confident you’re worth every penny.” “You do have a major mess on your hands. When I was at the bank this morning, one of my friends there warned me not to get involved with this store because of the negative cash flow and banking irregularities going on. If you’ll allow me to look over your books today, I’ll let you know by the end of the weekend if I will take the job and can put things back on track.” “Be my guest, look at anything you want. And if you decide to take the job, go back to the city on Monday and inform them that you know they are going to replace you. Let them know that you’ll leave on good terms if they give you six months severance pay, including benefits and pension. If they balk, which I’m sure they will, tell them you’re going to file an age discrimination suit over being replaced by a younger person. The litigation will be more expensive than your severance package.” “Dam, you are to the point, aren’t you. And aggressive as well.” “I want what’s best for my store and in doing that, I want what’s best for my employees. “One other ting before we go ahead with this. I used to be the football coach for the high school. I know Lucas and Brandon work here in the store. They were both on the team when I coached and there were rumors that there was hanky panky going on between myself and some of the boys. I did favor Lucas and some of the other boys because there were such good athletes and had a personable way about them. But there was no truth to the rumors. When I chose to take the job out of town to pay bills and step down from coaching, the rumors exploded that I was leaving town because of sexual misconduct. It has since died down but in case it comes back to haunt me I just wanted you to know up front.” “Thank you for the information. But as I tell everyone here, what happens in the store is my business, what happens outside the store is their personal business. Do your job and you and I will be fine. The hell with everyone else.” With that, Jeff stood up and reached out to shake my hand. It was another firm handshake but lasted longer and was more of a holding my hand than shaking it. He smiled and told me he looked forward to working along side me at the store. Was there something to the rumors of him liking guys? A hell of a morning, been propositioned by Timmy, been sized up by Jeff, what was going to happen next? As the day dragged on I ran into Timmy numerous times roaming around the store. Each time he smiled and one time he winked at me. He was knelt down rearranging some product on a lower shelf when I came upon him. His eyes were at my crotch level and he just kept staring at my crotch. He was scratching himself like a lot of guys will do but it was slower and more rubbing than actual scratching. His raised his gaze and smiled at me then lowered his eyes again to my crotch. My cock was chubbing up and I’m not sure if he noticed but he did look back up at my face with a bigger grin and another wink. I turned around and walked briskly out halkalı escort of that aisle and into the men’s room. Who was in there at the urinal but Lucas. He turned and saw me and smiled a shit-eating grin. “Just in time, boss” he commented as he stood back a foot or so from the urinal and showed me his cock pissing a steady stream. “Too bad we’re at work, huh?” I walked up to the urinal next to him and took out my cock to piss. It was already semi hard from my encounter with Timmy and now seeing Lucas’s cock it made me go full on erection. What a waste of a good stiffy” Lucas lamented as he shook his cock, put it away and zipped up. As he opened the door to leave he turned back I asked him if I’d see him tonight. “Not tonight, got plans. But tomorrow night for sure.” “Ok, see you then.” When I was leaving and headed for my car, Timmy came jogging across the parking lot and caught up with me. “Hey Bryan. We’re out of work now. Can we talk?” “Yes, I think we have to. But I’m not sure it will end up the way you want.” Timmy’s smile disappeared from his face as he slid into the front seat of my car. I got in on my side and closed the door. I looked over at him with a feeling of lust, fear and pity for him. He had never made the “team” and there was no real reason he didn’t. His high cheekbones, his narrow pointed nose, the smooth chin and his large dreamy eyes should have been enough to make anyone, male or female, to want him in their bed. I know I did at this point. But it could be awkward to get involved with him and Lucas and the boys all at the same time. And I wasn’t sure Timmy had the resolve to keep work and play separate. “From the moment you walked into the store and immediately took control I knew I wanted to be with you. You’re older, stronger and know what you want and how to get it. That’s the kind of man I want to be my first to make love with.” “And I can’t understand why no one has wanted to be with you, Timmy. You’re cute sexy body is enough to make anyone want you in their bed. But it would be difficult for us to do anything.” “I know. You and Lucas and his friends are already hooking up and I surely can’t measure up to them.” “Not at all. Its just that you and I have to work closely all day at the store and any kind of a relationship, even if strictly physical, would create a problem for us. I hope you understand.” A tear rolled down Timmy’s cheek as he lowered his head realizing that his plans weren’t going to happen. I reached over and put my hand on his shoulder to comfort him. I rubbed his shoulder for some moral support but he took that as a sign for something else. He reached over to me and put his hand on my thigh, gently rubbing my leg. Dam it felt good. He took my leaving my hand on his shoulder as a sign to keep going. Which I wasn’t totally opposed to. He rubbed higher on my thigh, closing his hand around my stiffening cock. When he felt what was happening in my pants he looked over at me and smiled. “Your words say ‘no’ but your cock says ‘yes’. You should listen to your cock.” “Its not that easy, Timmy,” and at that I removed my hand from his shoulder, placed it on his arm and removed his hand from my growing bulge. “I have to go.” Timmy’s puppy dog eyes almost made me want to reach over and kiss him right there in plain sight in the parking lot but my resolve made me turn away and look straight forward. Timmy got out of the car and walked away. I felt like total shit but I knew it was the right thing to do. I had eaten Burger Barn enough this week and thought I’d drive out to the truck stop on the edge of town and see how their food tasted. I parked my car and went in through the store entrance. I was shocked to see Lucas at the counter purchasing a small travel size bottle of mouthwash. I knew that was a silent signal to anyone in the store that the person buying it was looking to give a blowjob for a price. I ducked behind a display as Lucas looked around to see if anyone had noticed his purchase. I burly truck driver came up to Lucas and said something to him and the two of them headed out the door together head for one of the trucks. Them climbed in the cab and shut the door. I went up to the guy behind the counter. “Hey, that kid in the blue ball cap, will he be back in for more mouthwash?” “Ya, her usually stays around for an hour or so giving blowjobs. Just wait by the door if you want to be next.” I was flabbergasted. Lucas was not only into gay sex but was also turning tricks? It made everything we had done suddenly seem so dirty and wrong. I went outside and waited in the shadow nest to the building. Lucas came out of the truck and headed back to the store for his next trick. I stepped out of the shadows and confronted him. “Lucas, what the hell are you doing? Is this why you couldn’t come over the last two nights?” Lucas’s face went white. He took a few steps back from me and looked like he was going to turn and run. Instead he hung his head and started to explain. “I’m so ashamed but I didn’t know what else to do. My mother’s car broke down and she needed $500.00 to get it fixed so she could get to work or she’d loose her job. I had some money saved up but not enough to cover the bill. I hate doing this but it’s the only way I could think of to raise some quick cash. This or robbing a liquor store but I couldn’t steal from Vince’s father. So it had to be this.” “No, it didn’t, you dumb ass. You could have come to me and told me your problem and we could have worked something out.” “Oh yeah, let me see how that would sound. ‘Hi, can I help you mister; you’re my new boss; let me seduce you; now give me $500’. A real likely scenario, huh?” “When you put it that way, yes. But how about ‘Boss, I’m in a bind; could I get an advance on my pay; I need to help my mother’. That would be the truth and a better way to look at it. How much more do you need?” “$480.00. This guy was my first and I only got $20. Was going to be a long night to get to $500.” “Go home, take a shower, or two and come see me tomorrow at my motel. I’ll advance you the money so your mother has her car for work on Monday and we can work out the details for you to repay the loan. And NOT with sexual favors. You’re not my prostitute and I’m not your John.” Lucas gave me a hug and ran off out of the parking lot towards home. I went back into the store headed for the diner section. “Did you find the cocksucker?” inquired the counter guy. “Yes, I knew him and I passed. He has STD’s and doesn’t tell anyone or use protection. You’re better off not having him around.” That would put an end to his whoring himself out if he ever tried it again. I got something to eat; the Burger Barn was much better, and headed back to my motel. I got undressed and lay back on the bed to relax. It had been quite a day. But it wasn’t over yet. There was a knock on the door. I half suspected it might be Lucas so I didn’t bother to put pants on and answered the door in my underwear. When I opened the door it was Timmy standing there. He looked at my state of undress and smirked, “Looks like you were expecting me. I heard Lucas couldn’t come over tonight so I thought I’d stop by now that we’re not at work.” As I stood there in the doorway looking at this cute twink wanting to come in I started to stiffen, pushing out a slight tent in my shorts. “Looks like you’d like me to come in so why don’t you invite me in” he remarked as he looked down at my crotch. I really didn’t want to stand there almost naked and argue şirinevler escort with him so I stood aside and let me in. As he passed me I looked down at his bubble butt and lost all control. I closed the door and turned to him as he grabbed me and pulled me to him. He brought is mouth to mine and we kissed, gently and lovingly like I’ve never been kissed before, man or woman. Out tongue met and danced around each others mouths as our hands ran up and down the back of our bodies, mine stopping at his ass. Cupping his ass in my hands and squeezing his cheeks as he pushed his hips forward, pushing his stiff cock against mine as it tightened against my shorts. Timmy ran his hand over the back of my head, running his fingers through my hair. He stepped back to get his other hand between us and closed it around the fabric stretched over my cock. “I knew you’d be glad to see me.” “That part of me surely is, but I’m not sure how the rest of me feels about this.” “Do you want me to leave?” “Hell no. You know you’ve got me where you want me so lets make the best of this.” I pulled Timmy’s shirt up over his head and threw it on the floor. His chest was smooth and hairless. It wasn’t as muscled as Lucas’s but was firm and toned. I bent down and stuck my tongue out to lick and kiss his nipples. He lowered his head to try and reach mine as he pulled my head tight to his chest. I kept working his nipples then lowered myself to my knees in front of him. I rubbed his crotch and felt his hard cock inside his pants. I undid his pants and slowly lowered his zipper. I reached in and massaged his cock with my hands outside of his underwear. Pulling down his pants revealed his silky white legs covered in very light hair, almost invisible to the eye but soft and smooth to the touch. He kicked off his pants as they hit the floor. I grabbed his ass again and pulled his covered cock against my face, rubbing my face from side to side. A wet spot was developing so I put my fingers into the waistband on either side of his hips and lowered his underwear. His cock sprung out to greet me almost hitting my face. It was a sweet looking cut cock with a nice mushroom head. The veins on either side bulging out with the excited flow of blood making it so stiff I swear you could pound nails with it. I stroked it a few times and then wiped some precum of the tip with my fingers brought it to my mouth. It was slightly salty but as delicious as any could be. I stroked him a few more times and was getting ready to take him in my mouth when he pulled me up from my knees. “You’re overdressed,” he said as he pulled my shorts off me. “Let’s get on the bed and get comfortable.” He went ahead of me and as he climbed on the bed on his hand and knees I got my first good look at his naked ass. I reached out and grabbed his hips to stop him from going any further on the bed. I massaged his smooth hairless cheeks and parted them to see his pink button hole. He moaned as I ran my fingers across it and flexed his ass muscles a few times, almost making it wink at me. I had never anticipated doing this in my life but I lowered my head and put my tongue on his hole. Rimming a guy was certainly not in my game book. But I had it done to me this past week and I knew who fucking awesome it felt. I wanted Timmy to have that same sensation. As I lick his hole and wiggle my tongue around it as he loosen up and pushed back against my tongue allowing it to slip inside a little. His hairless ass was so clean and smooth it was not gross at all like I had imagined rimming would be. Timmy was moaning and asking for more as he writhed side to side, rocking his whole body as I liked and tongue fucked him. “Any longer back there and I will cum. I’m not ready for that yet.” Timmy rolled over on his back and I climbed on the bed and lay on top of him. We kissed deeply and rubbed our naked bodies and stiff cocks against each other, getting our stomachs wet and sticky with our copious amounts of precum we were both leaking. We lay back off one another and began to stroke each other’s cocks, slowly but firmly. We would break from our kissing occasionally and look in each other’s eyes, smiling and feeling good about what was happening. This was different somehow than the raucous adventures with Lucas and his friends. This was more gentle and caring. Almost like two long time lovers pleasing each other. Timmy let go of my cock and moved himself to go down and suck on it. “I’ll do you first because it won’t take you but a few sucks for me to blow my load I’m so ready.” “That’s fine. I can always go back for seconds.” I smiled to him. Timmy held my cock as his mouth got closed. He stuck out his tongue and ran it over the entire length of my rod, getting it good and wet. As his mouth slid over it I moaned and experienced the most sensual bj I had ever imagined. He applied just enough pressure and tongue movement to work me slowly but surely towards my orgasm. I put my hands on the back of his head, not to force him down further, but to acknowledge his skills as making love to my cock. I so wanted to reach around and stroke his cock as he sucked me but his warning of a quick cum prevented me from doing that. I wanted him to cum in my mouth from his first bj from a guy. I felt my cock getting even harder and my balls tighten, as I knew I was close. I warned Timmy of my impending orgasm and he mumbled something but I couldn’t make out what he said. What he did was shove his head down hard on my cock and took the full length f it in so the tip was embedded deep in his throat. The first shot of cum went right down his throat. He backed off slightly so the rest of my heavy load of cum went into his thirsty mouth and down the sides of his cheek. He held my cum and my cock in his mouth until it started to soften. He slowly withdrew and then came up to my face and kissed me with his cum filled mouth. I had never tasted my own cum before and this was definitely the best way to do it. Then it was my turn. I swung around so my head was in his lap and my crotch was facing him. I admired his stiff cock before licking it and then taking it in my mouth before he could shoot off. He was right. It only took a few bobs up and down on him before he shot his load of youthful cum in my waiting mouth. His cum was stronger tasting than mine and his taste overpowered the residual taste in my mouth. He finished shooting his load but his cock remained stiff. I lay my head back to give him some recovery time. He smiled down at me and said it was time for seconds. I assumed he meant he was ready but he leant in and took my semi hard cock in his mouth and in no time had me hard as a rock again. I took that as he was ready and went back down on him as well. We sucked each other, him cumming first of course, until we both had our second orgasms. He swung around and embraced me as we kissed again. We both were almost purring in the afterglow of such fulfilling sex. We ended up doing each other one more time that night. Timmy curled up in my arms and we fell asleep together. We awoke the next morning and gave each other another satisfying blowjob. It was Sunday morning and he had to get cleaned up and go to church so he left. As I lay there naked in my bed thinking about Timmy I was so confused. He was everything I imagined it would be with him. And he told me he had never been so happy as he was making love to me. He wanted to get together again and see where the next encounter would take us. It seemed like I was developing feelings for him but that couldn’t happen. The sex was kinder and gentler than with Lucas, more fulfilling but Lucas and his friends animal lust was also very erotic and arousing. What the hell have I gotten myself into? The failing store seemed to be the least of my worries right now.

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Subject: The Overnight Shift — Story 2 The following story contains consensual sexual acts between a man and younger boys. If this offends you, please do not read any further. This is also a work of fiction. All names and locations are totally made up. Please support so that these stories can keep on fty/donate.html Story 2 Well it has been a couple of weeks since my experience with Ray and Donny. Obviously, they both enjoyed their experiences. But, I figured it best that I not press my luck and try with them again too soon. So, I waited, although my desires were very hard to suppress. I was working one night in the same unit, walking the halls every hour and doing my checks to make sure everyone was still in bed, safe and asleep. At around 4 AM I was about to get up and do my check when I heard a noise. I looked down the hall and could see the frame of a boy standing in the hall. I immediately got up to see what was going on. I walked up to him. “Hey Mikey. What’s the matter? Its really late,” I asked. He didn’t say anything, but pointed down to his pajama bottoms, which were obviously soaked with urine. He had wet the bed. I thought this was a bit unusual, as I had never had him wet his bed before. “Are you okay? You peed yourself. Is something wrong?” I asked him with genuine concern. He just nodded no. So, I took him by the hand and we went into his room. His room mate Dylan, was still asleep, but Mikey’s bed was drenched with urine. I wondered how such a little boy could pee so much. “Wow, you certainly went a lot, didn’t you?” I said quietly. “Uh-huh,” he said with a yawn. I walked over to his dresser and pulled out clean undies and pajamas. I handed them to him. Now, go ahead and change into those, okay? And I’ll get some clean stuff for your bed, then we’ll clean it up and put the new stuff on,” I told him. But, instead of heading to the bathroom, he just stood there looking at me with başakşehir escort those beautiful brown puppy dog eyes, so full of sleep. “You really do have to change your clothes, babe, okay? You can’t stay wet,” I told him. But still, he just stood there. So, I took the clothes from him and put them on the chair beside his bed. “Do you want me to help you change? You’re a big boy now. 8 years old. You can do it by yourself, right?” I asked him. “I need help. Please? I really do,” he said with a hint of sadness in his voice. How could I say no? “Alright. Let’s get those wet things off first, okay? Everything is going to be fine,” I said. He came close to me and I pulled him over to the chair. I moved his stuff and sat down, as to be on his level. “Okay Mikey. Show me what a big boy you are. I just bet you can take your shirt off, right?” I said in an encouraging tone. With that he smiled a little and pulled his shirt off, revealing milky white skin. It was summer, and he had been outside without a shirt at the pool, but still he had this beautiful milky white skin. After that he started doing a small dance, kind of left foot, right foot stuff. “Hey, do you have to pee right now?” I asked him. He nodded yes, so I went on. “Well okay. Good boy. How about you take off your pants and underwear, then we’ll go pee, deal? Now be a big boy and take those things off,” I said, again encouragingly. With that, he peeled the pants off and tossed them aside with the shirt. His undies were of the cartoon variety, Spiderman. “Wow Mikey! Look at those really cool undies! Spiderman! He’s my favorite,” I told him. “Yeah he’s my favorite, too! I can climb everywhere, too! Wanna watch me?” he asked, already headed for the desk. “No, Mikey. Come on back here. 4 AM is not the time to be climbing a desk, right? So let’s get those undies off so we can go pee and get your bed all fixed up,” I halkalı escort said. “Okay,” he said in resignation. With that, he slid his undies down and kicked them to the side. There he stood, in total nakedness, unconsciously feeling his tiny penis. It was cut, perhaps about an inch and a half long. Hid scrotum was pretty small still, yet I could see his two small testicles resting in it. “Well there’s my naked boy!”, I said. He smiled and giggled, then started doing that little dance again. So, I took him by the hand and headed to the bathroom. He went straight to the toilet and peed with no effort, just letting his penis dangle without even holding it. When he was finished he flushed the toilet and came back to me. We walked back to his room where I told him to wait. I went to the hall closet and took out new bedding for his bed and came back. “Okay buddy. Want to help me with the sheets? You get one end and I’ll get the other,” I said. Still naked, he helped me take the wet stuff off the bed, and put the clean stuff on. In no time we were finished. “Good job Mikey! You did really well!” I complimented him. He giggled again and was once again fondling his penis without thinking. I had an idea. “Hey buddy,” I said with a smile. “Looks to me like you like playing with something on your body.” He looked down at what he was doing and smiled shyly as he blushed. “Well, you know that’s okay. Boys do that. Your penis is there not just to pee from. It can really feel good, right?” I asked. “Yeah, if I play with it I get a tickle in it. Feels good,” he said. I sat down on the bed, and pulled him close. “So. We’re finished with the bed. What now?” I asked, purposely looking at his penis. He looked at it, too. “I don’t know,” he said with a smile. I took him by both hands and looked him in the eyes. “Want to sit on my lap for a while? Kind of rock you before you go back to sleep,” şirinevler escort I said. He didn’t have to speak. He just lifted his arms for me to pick him up. I did so and hoisted his light, tiny frame onto my lap. He giggled. “Feels funny sitting on your lap,” he said. I put my hand on his smooth, white thigh. “Nah buddy. We’re friends now, right? I see you naked and you peed right in front of me like a big boy does,” I told him. “Yeah! ‘Cause I AM a big boy!” he said. “Hey, you know what big boys do? They like to make their penis feel good,” I told him. He looked down at his little penis resting on his legs and smiled. “How about you let me do that for you? I can make it feel so good buddy, you won’t even believe it,” I said. “Yeah okay. Do it!” he said. So with that, I gently took it in my fingers and started to tug ever so gently. He spread his legs, exposing his scrotum. When I saw that his penis was getting hard, I started rubbing it, especially the tip and circumcision scar. With this he spread his legs even further and closed his eyes. His penis sprang to a whole 2 inches long and stood straight up. I then focused on massaging his whole penis and balls. I could feel him starting to react; his bottom started to squirm and he started to moan a little bit. I knew it was coming. So, I massaged faster, and then he reached his peak, letting out a little squeal as his penis throbbed, and his glans expanded slightly. As it calmed down, Mikey relaxed and let his body fall against my chest. He was exhausted. “Did you like that?” I asked him. “Wow, yeah! that was so cool!” he said. “Well, that’s what big guys do. Our penis is there for more than peeing, right, buddy?” I said. “Right!” he said. “Okay. Time to put your clean undies and pajamas on and get a little more sleep. You’re my big boy, okay?” I said as I toussled his hair. “Okay. Tuck me in, please?” he asked. I was more than happy to do it. I watched as he dressed and climbed into bed. I tucked the sheets in and made sure he was snug. I bent down and kissed his forehead. “Love you, lil dude, okay?” I said. “Love you too, big dude!” he said. Another great night. Story 3 will be soon forthcoming!

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