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Subject: Headline Hayden Chapter 11: Fathers and Sons I will leave Hayden’s age up to my readers and note that this is a complete work of fantasy. This story is set in a completely fictional world and I certainly would not encourage anyone to try and replicate this fantasy in the real world. It is just a flight of my fancy. Please feel free to email me at ail with feedback, comments and suggestions! This is my first Nifty story so go easy on me. Headline Hayden Chapter 11: Fathers and Sons Life comes in waves, endlessly rocking against us. I’d had a whole weekend of passion, pleasure and simple companionship with Hayden and that glow lasted with me as the week started off. Once again, I was floating above the ground as I walked down the street and work just seemed to fly by. I’d started a series on the theatre scene in the city and was having fun seeing some of the plays that were on. It was one of those times when the world seems stable and solid. I should have remembered the fact that, the moment we get comfortable, something usually comes along to upset that equilibrium and cast us adrift. I was just coming back from a particularly enjoyable performance of “The Seagull” when my phone rang. I looked at the display and it was Emmy calling. I furrowed my brow and answered. “Emmy? What’s up?” Her voice was tense and shadowed. “It’s Hayden. I can’t find him anywhere. He’s not home and he’s not answering his phone. Can you try to call him?” “Yeah. Hang on! I’m sure he just missed the calls.” I brought up his number and punched ‘call’. It rang through and went to his voicemail. I left him a message and waited, sure that he’d call me back in a few minutes. Those minutes, however, turned quickly into hours and stretched on into the night. I called Emmy back to ask if she’d heard from him and she said she hadn’t. Now I was seriously worried, a gnawing fear starting to eat away at me, making me feel queasy and shaky. It wasn’t like Hayden not to get back, even if it was just a quick text to say that he was busy and would get back when he could. Emmy called again to say she’d tried all of the breakdance team including Jason and none of them had heard from him. His parents, of course, were equally worried. From the heights, I had been plunged into the depths. It was a sickening feeling not knowing where he was or why he wasn’t answering his phone. Every dark possibility ran through my mind, every horrible scene that I could think of playing out in gory detail as I contemplated the myriad horrors that might await him out there in the cruel, hard world we live in. The hell of it was that I couldn’t even tell anyone besides Emmy what I felt. My first suspicion had been Jason, but from what I was being told he was just as concerned as anyone else. I wracked my brains for anything that Hayden and I had talked about but there seemed to be balıkesir escort nothing that immediately sprang to mind that would get him into so much trouble that he’d run. I wondered when the police would be brought in. I wondered if attention and suspicion would turn to me. I knew that Emmy would have to tell them about me if they asked. Although my main concern was Hayden’s welfare, I knew that I’d be less than useless to him if I became falsely implicated. It was up to me to find him for both of our sakes. Running through my mental inventory of where he’d go and what he might be doing if anything went wrong, I concluded that the quiet, hidden spot in the park that he liked was the most promising place to begin. He might have wandered the streets for hours, but that is where he’d end up. Trepidation and worry clawed at me as I made my way to the park. I had to force focus on myself when I was driving to avoid colliding with someone, so acute was the sense of fear that had seized me. Eventually I reached the park and began making my way through the network of pathways that criss-crossed it. The secret spot that Hayden loved was deep in a wooded part of the park, quiet and mossy, a hidden oasis from the world. As I drew closer, my heart pounded in my chest and I felt my palms sweat with anxiety and fear. I turned around a twist in the trail and stopped. My heart froze in my chest as I saw Hayden laying on the moss, on his side. Rushing across the glade, I dropped to my knees beside him, expecting the worst. Instead he stirred, turned and looked at me with red-rimmed eyes. It was clear he’d been crying. “Matt! I…I’m so sorry.” Without a word, I grabbed him, pulled him up and crushed him to my chest in a hug. I kissed his golden halo of hair and softly stroked his back. “What’s going on Hayden? You have scared THE FUCK out of all of us! Why aren’t you answering anyone’s texts or calls?” Slowly he broke the hug and sat, more closed in on himself than I’d ever seen him before. “It’s my dad. He…caught me looking at gay porn. He confronted me and I had to tell him. He’s so…angry. So disgusted. Fuck! He told me if he has to keep me locked up for the rest of my life, he’ll do it. He said he can’t have that shame on the family. That’s why I ran.” He began to sob now. I had never expected to see someone I thought of as so strong, so dynamic just sobbing his eyes out and it broke my heart to see it. I cradled him in my arms, resting his head against my chest. It was a powerful reminder that, in spite of his dominance in so much of our relationship, he was still so young and so vulnerable to the cruelty of the world. I held him close and spoke softly to him. “I know it’s hard. I know how it feels to be rejected by your family for who you are, who you love.” I stroked his soft blond hair, wrapping an arm around bartın escort his waist and keeping him close to me. “But people can come around too. Your dad’s shocked right now. He’s scared and uncertain. It can change eventually.” There was anger in his voice. “Or not. Fuck him, Matt! I want him to accept me like I am! Now he’s saying I’m bringing shame to the fucking family! Fuck him!” Again he began to sob brokenly, speaking through his tears. “He’s such a bastard. He’s always treating me like shit and making me feel small. Now he wants to ruin my life, now he wants to fucking stop me from seeing…anyone. I won’t be able to see you any more! Oh god Matt! I won’t be able to see…” He collapsed against me and shook, sobbing until finally the tears began to subside. I held him tight and eventually spoke again. “Right now, you need to let people know you’re okay. I know you don’t want to but we don’t want them calling the cops out. At least call Emmy and your parents. Your dad may be an asshole, but at least do it for your mom.” He sighed. “I know but I don’t wanna go home right now.” I rubbed his back in slow circles. “Well can you stay with Emmy for a bit? You know I’d have to stay with me in a heartbeat if I could, but I don’t think that’s a great idea right now with things like they are.” Eventually he did call his parents. Luckily his mother picked up and he had a good cry with her before she agreed to let him stay with Emmy. After that, he called Emmy and her parents (who were thankfully progressive hippie types) agreed that it would be fine if he stayed for a while. Having addressed the more immediate concerns, I decided that it was time that I got him back to Emmy’s. I didn’t want to linger too much, knowing that he probably needed to eat something and get a shower. As we drove, our discussion turned again to his father, someone who was clearly a pervasive and less than positive force in his life. He stared out of the window as the scenery passed by. “Dad has never liked a fucking thing I ever did. He doesn’t like me skating, he doesn’t like me breakdancing. Fuck he doesn’t even like me thinking for myself. The guy wants a fucking copy of himself and every time I do something he doesn’t want me to do, it just disappoints him more.” His voice grew thick for a moment but he gained control of himself. “Now he finds out I’m queer before I can fucking tell him myself and again I let him the fuck down. I don’t even know why the hell I give a shit if he cares or not, but somehow it still matters to me.” I sighed. “Well you’re still his son and sons are supposed to seek their father’s approval, even when it makes no sense to do it. I know your father’s been hard on you, probably to the point of extreme unfairness but it’s hard to stop feeling like you’ve got expectations to meet.” Hayden was quiet for a batıkent escort few minutes and I let him have his quiet. Sometimes words just get in the way. Eventually he spoke again. “Sometimes I remember good stuff we’ve done or when he joked around with me. Lately none of that seems to happen. All I feel is him disapproving of me and now that he knows I’m gay, I feel like that’s only gonna get worse.” I weighed what I was going to say carefully. “Well, yeah, it might. Trust me though, fathers can come around. Sometimes they can anyhow. Right now, it’s gonna be tough but I’m here for you any time you need to talk. You never need to be scared of talking to me!” He reached across the centre console of the car and put his hand on my arm, squeezing it gently and letting go. “I know Matt. I’m sorry I freaked out and ran. I shoulda talked to you, but I wasn’t thinking.” I shook my head. “Nah! Nothing to be sorry for, Hayden. Sometimes it all gets to be too much. I get that.” Again quiet fell over the car and we sat in a silence that wasn’t at all comfortable. When I stopped for red lights, Hayden would reach across and stroke my hair or gently touch my hand for a moment as if to say “I’m here, I love you” before we resumed the silence. Outside of Emmy’s house, he glanced around briefly to make sure the coast was clear, leaned in and kissed me warmly on the mouth, quickly darting his tongue inside and slipping it out before looking me full in the eyes. “I love you, Matt. I’ll call you tonight and sorry again! I swear I won’t scare you like that again.” I was reluctant to let him go, but eventually we parted ways. Emmy gave me a wave as I drove off. I felt like my entire body had been beaten on because of the stress that I’d been under. All I wanted to do was get home, cook dinner and sit and soak in a warm bath. In the bath, I mused on the ideas of fathers and sons. Why are our relationships so difficult, so often with our fathers? Is it just the nature of the expectations put on us by society as men? My own father and I have a fraught relationship but we have found an accommodation with each other. I hoped that Hayden and his father could do the same. It also lead me to thinking about my relationship with Hayden. Did he view me in any way as a father figure? I thought not given the nature of our sexual relationship and his dominant role in it, but at the very least I was an older male figure to whom he could talk. I didn’t know whether I entirely liked that idea or not, given the way I made my best attempts to treat him as an equal, as much as it’s ever possible in the kind of power relationship that exists between younger guys and men older than them. I decided that as long as I was there for him, overanalyzing the situation wasn’t worth the effort. In bed, my body ached for him, ached for the chance to be as close as we could be. His absence had only cemented my desire to have him be a part of my life in as many ways as it was possible. In the coming days and weeks, I’d find pleasure, pain and struggle. However, that is indeed a story for another day, so I’ll fill you in when next we meet.

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Chapter 3

The following morning, we woke up at the same time, and then had an almost exact repeat of the day before, and before we know it, we”re headed to work and school, Milos with extra supplies in his pack for his friend. When school ended, Milos came sauntering in, and headed to the back, where I too followed.

“So, how”d it go?” I asked, but from the bright smile on his face, I have a pretty good idea.

“Awesome. We went right to the quiet room as soon as I saw him, and then I told him I have a surprise for him, and dug his goodies from my pack. When he opened the bag, he came so fucking hard he passed out for like five whole minutes. Not gonna lie, hadta stroke my hot hard Pampered peepee again, and came twice more. When he came too, he looked to me, and said, really, are all these for me, and I said oh yeah, and there”s more where they came from too, and I want you to come spend the weekend, and you”ll getta wear all day while there. I did warn him though, that even though we”re both gay, that I can”t be his baby boyfriend, but we can be gay baby friends for sure. I didn”t tell him anything about who I want for my baby boyfriend, I”ll tell him once we”re at home and safe to do so. Unfortunately the pants he was wearing were too tight to wear a diaper under, so he couldn”t change, but I told him that tomorrow morning, when I pat his cute baby bum, that I better feel a glorious baby diaper underneath, and I bet I will. He damn near did today anyway, even though it would”ve shown, but I think woulda looked awesome as well, but he really shouldn”t, and that”s what I told him too.”

“That”s great Baby. Well, I have customers in the store, so I should be heading back out front.”

“Okay. I don”t feel like playing, is there any stock you want put out?”

“There”s a few holes, you”re welcome to check everything and make sure everything that can be out, is if you wanna, but you don”t haveta either.”

“I know.” He said, and skipped out as I sauntered out.

We had a really good afternoon and headed home after closing. I felt that we should definitely have dinner before changing, or we would eat way too late to be healthy, again, so, as soon as we finished eating, we went for super soggy baby bum changes, and we both came three times again. Milos got two cum loads, I got one, and we enjoyed it as much as we always do.

The morning was the same again, and then we”re off to school and work. I had a really good day, and when Milos came in, he was smiling brightly. We stayed behind the counter this time, though, because there are too many people in the store, but he told me quietly all about his friend. He said his friend was diapered and so happy, and claimed that the night time diaper, that he”d happily put on after dinner, had held way better than his Pullup would”ve had he just put it on at bedtime as usual, and was so much more comfortable and everything. It was agreed that his friend would come spend the weekend at our place, and I”d already asked one of my employees to work Saturday for me, so that I could take the whole weekend off, which might be the first time ever that I”ve taken a long weekend, so it”s very much deserved. Today is Thursday, so the next day Milos will have his friend over.

“So, you excited to have your friend spend the weekend Baby?” I ask as we”re eating breakfast, we”d already had our great soggy baby bum changes and showers.

“Oh yeah. I”ve never had a real friend before, I kinda had a couple sorta school friends where I usedta live, but none that”d spend the night with me or anything, and I”m sure none of them were gay baby boys either.”

“Yeah, as you well know, I never had friends either. Hell, still don”t really, more just a few acquaintances more than anything, but one that I guess I could call a friend, he and I know almost everything about each other. I”m happy for you though.”

“I know, and thanks.”

Before we know it, we”re off to school and work, and I had a great day. Just after school let out, Milos came in happily, with a stunningly pretty boy in tow. Milos says he”s in grade six, so that means eleven to twelve years old, but I would”ve pegged him at twelve to thirteen, he is tall, willowy, and has a fantastic body. He has flowing shaggy sandy blonde hair that is just past his eyes and ears, intense hazle eyes, full, sexy, and kissable lips, and oh yeah, diapered and soggy, wearing blue jeans that are just a little tight for wearing a diaper, but makes him look fucking hot, and is honestly how I wish every boy would dress.

“Hi Daddy. This is my friend Carl, Carl, this is my still pretty new Daddy, Vince.”

“Hi Baby. My oh my Carl, aren”t you a sexy little gay baby boy diaper lover.” I whispered to him.

“Thanks.” He blushed massively and whispered.

“You”re so very welcome. So, enjoying those diapers I bought you I see, you look good like that.”

“Yeah, I really am, thanks. Milos said he told you everything, and of course you bought them for me, but, it still feels embarrassing. If my dad knew, well, I”m not sure what he”d do.”

“No mom?”

“No, she took off on us when I was two. If he could get away with it, I”m pretty sure my dad would”ve taken off on me as well.”

“Oh. That”s too bad Buddy. So, Milos, my supplier sent me a new K”nex model for display, you boys wanna sit at the table out here and start building it?”

“Okay, sure.” Milos said, and Carl nodded as well.

“Man, I”d loveta work here, so that I could get money so that I can buy the diapers I need. My dad knows I”ll wet the bed, possibly for life, but absolutely for life, so he buys me Pullups, but they”re never the good ones, usually the store brand version, and only occasionally do I actually get Goodnites, which are slightly better, but I want these diapers and those ultra thick ones so much more, they”re thousands of times better.”

“I don”t know if that could work. I can get away with Milos kinda sorta working for me, since he”s my son now, but with you being what, eleven or twelve, that”s not exactly completely allowed. There”s ways around it, sure, but a pain in the soggy baby diapered bum.”

“Oh, that sucks. I turn twelve in a few weeks.”

“I thought so, but, honestly, I thought you were closer to, if not over thirteen. What are you packing in that soggy baby diaper, and do you wet cum yet, you look like you might already be in puberty.”

“Um, just about twelve centimeters long now, and almost seven around now, but no, not yet, and no hair yet either.” He said proudly, yet still blushing quite cutely at it.

“Very nice, that”s more than I had when I was fourteen. Granted, at your age, I was only just barely bigger than Milos is now, and I was fourteen when I finally started to grow, at all, man, the growing pains I went through, some days were unbearable, and I could barely get enough food or sleep.”

“Really?”

“Oh yeah. I had severe growing issues, but it came with not getting enough food or sleep, on top of also having other medical issues as well, so, once I got them resolved, I did start to grow, eventually, but it happened too fast too, which hurt.”

“Wow, that sucks. I know what you mean about food and sleep though, some days I don”t feel I could possibly eat enough, I”m always hungry, well I”m usually a little hungry anyway, I”m pretty sure my dad doesn”t let me eat enough as it is, and like last night, I went to bed just after eight, and I slept “til seven this morning, and I still felt tired, and I had the best sleep ever, which was even better “cause I didn”t leak or anything.”

“Yeah, you”re definitely in puberty then, and well into it I think. Have your balls started to grow and drop?”

“Oh yeah, accidentally sat on them yesterday, almost passed out, and I”ve never cried so bad in my life, not even when my dad spanks me, and he spanks extra hard.”

“Oh yeah, he”s got good sized baby balls.” Milos groaned.

“I”m sorry, I shouldn”t laugh, but that”s just too fucking funny.” I giggled like Milos usually does.

“Yeah, I know, sure didn”t think so when it happened though.”

“I bet not. Well, you gorgeous gay baby boys go sit at the table and have fun.”

They sauntered off while I went about continuing to help customers, and clean, and stock, you know, the usual duties of any sort of retail store. When it was time to head home, we all walked there happily. When we walked in, Milos stopped us all, so that he could tell Carl some things that he needs to know.

“Now, Carl, Daddy and I kinda change each others soggy baby diapers in a very special and naughty way. I told you that you and I can”t be baby boyfriends, because I have someone already in place for that, and that”s my daddy. He won”t let us go all the way yet though, because he says I”m too small and young still, but we enjoy our naughty soggy baby bum changes. Tell me, have you ever taken your soggy baby diaper off in the morning and sucked it dry, and then put it right back on to refill it?”

“Um….Um….Um….”

“Oh yeah, you sure have, and from that reaction, pretty near every morning, good, Daddy and I love doing that too.”

“Really, you do, but it”s so sick.”

“Mmmhmm, so gloriously sick. And tell me, how often have you dreamed of taking another boys” soggy baby diaper right off him, and sucking it dry, preferably while he”s taken yours and is also sucking it dry, watching each other, possibly stroking yourselves as you do so, then, maybe if one or both of you can do so, you cum in the diapers, and then pass them back and suck each others cum out?”

“And he came.” I giggled.

Carl had been getting harder and harder as Milos spoke, I could tell that he”d been getting closer and closer to cumming, but then, as soon as Milos said suck the cum out, that was it, he came so hard he passed out. He slumped to the floor as if boneless, and that”s where he stayed for at least two minutes. When he came too again, he looked to us, he”s blushing, but there”s also a hunger in his eyes, telling us that Milos maybe just said exactly something that Carl has wanted for a very long time.

“Hope it was better for you than it was for us.” Milos giggled to his friend.

“Wow. That was the best one yet.”

“So, your reaction to what I said tells me exactly how much you”ve dreamed of doing just that, but tell us, how much do you wanna do just that?”

“So much it”s sick, I doubt that something that big can be measured. I started dreaming of doing that when I was in kindergarten, at least.”

“Yeah. Same. Now, if you can promise to behave yourself, the three of us can share that, Daddy will be able to pump three loads of cum, and as it just so happens, there are three of us here to enjoy it. Usually I get one and he gets two, and then the next time I get two and he gets one, we liketa try and keep it fair you see, but if you”re here, and you needta feel just how good it can be, then we”ll share with you, but only if you can promise to behave, and if you understand that we can”t be your baby boyfriends, we”re just gonna be naughty friends who share certain things.”

“We can?” I asked warily, as it is, it”s hard enough controlling myself with Milos, but Carl is older, far more sexual, and sexy in different ways to Milos.

“Yes Daddy, we can, I know you can control yourself, and I”m learning better to control myself, and we can help Carl, this is something that he”s needed for a long time, I can tell.”

“Yeah, but as it is, I”m already having a really hard time controlling myself with you, if both of you get horny enough, and attack me, I won”t have the bahçelievler escort power to stop you or myself, and I”m afraid of what it”d do to you if we all just say fuck it and accept the pain.”

“I know, and even though I know we”d all love it, I don”t really wanna do that with Carl anyway, he”s an awesome gay baby friend, but you”re an even better gay baby boyfriend and daddy, and it”s only you I wanna share that with, even though I know it”s gonna hurt some.”

“Okay, only if you”re sure Baby.”

“Oh yeah. So, let”s strip Babies.” Milos said, and then started the stripping.

We”re already pretty much standing in a circle already anyway, so, as soon as Milos started stripping down to just his soggy baby diaper, so too did I, and Carl watched with rapt attention, he couldn”t take his eyes off either of us. Milos and I stripped “til we”re standing before Carl in all our diapered glory, even going so far as taking off our socks.

“Wow, you two are hot.” Carl moaned from deep within.

“Thanks, now you strip down to just your soggy baby diaper and show off how much hotter you are in just your soggy baby diaper as well.” Milos urged softly.

He said nothing, but started undressing, and didn”t stop “til he too is standing before us in just his super soggy diaper.

“Fuck, you”re hot.” Milos groaned.

Carl looked to me in shock.

“I actually think it”s hot to hear young boys talk dirty, so don”t be afraid to talk dirty around me.” I grinned.

“Oh. Um, thanks.”

“So, who”s diaper would you liketa suck first, mine or my daddies?” Milos asked.

“I don”t know, definitely both.”

“Okay, well, I wanna try yours first, so you pass yours to me, I”ll pass mine to Daddy, and you can have his, and then after we cum, and daddy fills mine with his first loada cum, then he can pass mine to you, and I”ll pass yours to him, and you pass his to me.”

“Oh, this is a really bad idea.” Carl said, but is already reaching down to release the tapes on his diaper, just like we are.

“Oh yeah, but the best things come from the worst ideas sometimes.” Milos giggled.

Then we saw Carl naked and hard.

“Fuck, Carl, you”re a fucking stud. My god, you have an amazing dick.” I groaned.

He”s every bit the size that he”d said he is, which looks big on such a young boy, but it”s the most amazing package I”ve ever seen before, though never in person, only in pictures. He has minimal curvature or pull to one side or the other, his balls are full and his foreskin is long, but his head is peaking out now.

“Thanks. You two are really hot too.”

“Fuck, I damn near hit my knees and sucked him, and I promised I wouldn”t do that.” Milos groaned.

“Same.” I hadta admit. “Now, Carl, when it comes time to cum, aim your hot gay diaper loving dinky into the diaper, you look like you”re real close, and I wanna take absolutely no risks that your first load gets wasted on the floor.” I warned.

“It wouldn”t go to waste, I”d so totally lick it off the floor. Would rather lick it out of a diaper instead mind you.” Milos groaned out.

“Same.” I hadta laugh.

We passed each other our allotted diaper, and then, while watching, we all started sucking the diaper, but in just such a way that we can still see each other just fine anyway. Milos was the first to start reaching down to maul his little diaper monster, and so, Carl and I followed suit as well. I”d loveta say that we lasted half an hour, hell, even five minutes, but I doubt we lasted even one whole minute before cumming, and it was Milos to set us all off. Too bad, but Carl didn”t have his first wet cum, but I think he”ll be cumming properly very soon. We traded diapers, and continued sucking and stroking, and then traded diapers again after cumming again, and continued once more, “til we”ve all cum three times, and this time I getta enjoy my own cum load.

“So, how was it?” Milos asked.

“Wow, that was so gloriously nasty beyond anything I coulda possibly dreamed. I knew I”d wanted to do that for a long time, I”d dreamed of it hundreds, maybe billions of times, but that was way better than the dream.”

“And how”d you like Daddy”s cum?”

“So fucking good.”

“Mmmhmm, it is, isn”t it. Now, let”s go get properly baby diapered, shall we?”

“Okay, and I have a treat I think you”ll both enjoy as much as I occasionally do. Let”s go to my bedroom and when we get there, you two good gay baby boys lay down on the bed in baby bum change position and close your eyes.”

“Okay, do we get butt plugs Daddy?”

“No.”

“I”m just saying, if you were to slip one deep inside my good little gay baby bum, I”d be a very happy little gay baby boy.”

“I know, but you”re not ready for that yet, and truthfully, I”m not ready to do it for you yet either.”

“Nuts.”

I led the boys to my bedroom, and they both laid on the bed in diaper change position, closing their eyes as they did so. I went to the closet and grabbed everything that we need to quadruple diaper each other. I”ve done so for myself several times in the past, though never since Milos and I got together, I haven”t even shown him double diapering yet, so this”ll be a pleasant surprise I”m sure. I got everything ready to go, and then started on Carl first, I lotioned and creamed him really well, but not well enough to make him cum again, even though he”s super hard and it looks as if he would”ve cum had I lotioned or creamed for just a few seconds more, and then taped him into his well deserved mega thick baby diaper. I then went to Milos and gave him the same treatment, and he looks as if he”s even closer to cumming than Carl was. Then telling them to keep their eyes closed, I had them stand up, so that I can tape them up extra good and proper.

“There you go Babies, how do you like?” I asked.

“Wow, best baby diaper ever Daddy, it”s so gloriously thick.”

“It sure is, now you two getta do the same to me, I”ll guide you, but remember, no playing, if you cause me to cum, I take both your diapers off, and you haveta wear horribly thin and non absorbent underwear for the entire weekend, even for sleeping.”

“Fuck, with a threat like that, I wouldn”t even make myself cum.” Milos admitted.

“Same.” Carl admitted.

“Ditto.” I said.

Well, I do haveta agree, best baby diaper ever, but also best baby diaper change ever. Having both of them work on me like they did, not trying to make me cum, but still being good gay baby boys, with such wondrously soft hands, and finally getting to feel someone else quadruple diaper me like I”ve wanted since I was Milos” age. Definitely best baby diaper change ever. Finally they have me fully taped up.

“Thanks Babies, that was very nice. I wish I could wear my diapers like this all day, every day, but it”s not good for us to wear them this thick all the time anyway, and there”s no way we could possibly hide this, so people would bully us horrifically because of it.”

“Same.” Both boys said as one.

“Yeah, but, on occasion, we can certainly enjoy like this together.”

“Okay.” They both said.

“Now, let”s go get us babies a couple glasses of water each, since I”m thirsty anyway, and then I wouldn”t mind a whole pot of tea just to myself, and so, I think we”ll make three pots worth, so that we can all get some.”

“Okay.” They both said, but Carl added, “I”ve never had tea, I thought kids weren”t supposed to drink it!”

“Bah, stupid old wives tales, bitches just wanted to keep all the tea and coffee to themselves, so made up that lie, saying they were bad for kids, that it”d stunt their growth, so on and so forth, blah blah blah, utter bullshit. Besides, you certainly don”t needta worry about stunting your growth, you”re already a gloriously big baby boy.”

“Oh. Thanks.”

We headed to the kitchen and we each downed two large glasses of water, and then I made all the tea that we all want and need. As soon as Carl took his first sip, I knew he was hooked, because he sighed good and deep.

“Damn. You like it. I”d hoped you”d hate it, so that I could get your share as well.” I said in utter disappointment.

“Yeah, sorry, it”s really good.” He grinned brightly to me.

“I know. Now, I bet you”re both getting hungry, so, let”s go make dinner shall we.”

For some strange reason, both boys were all for that, and so, we all made and ate a good filling dinner. After we finished eating, we cleaned up, and then I challenged them to board games, and so, we sat at the table for the entire night, talking, joking, laughing, and we all learned a lot about each other, so that was really nice. Strangely enough, when it was time for bed, not one of us are in need of soggy baby bum changes, even though we had all continued to drink lots throughout the evening, and so, we all head to bed. Because it is a sleepover, and it is customary to sleep together during a sleepover, Milos and Carl were together in Milos” still way too big for him bed, hell it was still too big for both baby boys.

When we woke up, I can tell that the boys are both getting good and wet, yet, much like me, I figure that they both have at least another four to six hours of peepeeing their mega thick baby diapers good and full, before they are in fact good and full, and “til such time as they”re leaking, I told both baby boys that we don”t even so much as entertain the thought of removing them, though, both boys admitted that by then, they might be getting agonizingly close to pooping their diapers as well. I know that Milos and I are the same there, we usually empty every morning, and at least once more during the day. I know I can hold it, so I tell the boys to try their best to do so as well. With that being said, I do offer us all another couple glasses of water and another couple mugs of tea to help speed up the process as well. We made and ate breakfast, then went and played games on the games system until just before noon, when Milos said that not only is his diaper now at maximum capacity, but so too are his bowels, and he really hasta go poopy on the potty, especially since he just peepeed his baby diaper good and full. Carl and I both agreed, and so, we headed to my bedroom, where I relieved both baby boys of their mega thick baby diapers with a pair of scissors, and almost as soon as I had Milos taken care of, he bolted to the bathroom. Carl did the same, which, unfortunately, left me with two mega thick baby diapers, oh whatever shall I do with them.

I fucking sucked both those mega thick and soggy baby diapers as dry as I possibly could, bowels be damned, I had something so much better to do at that time, and besides, the baby boys are taking up both washrooms upstairs anyway, and I doubt I”d be able to go back downstairs right now, I really am crossing my legs and urging myself not to poopy my baby diaper, even though I”ve done so in the past, I really don”t like doing so. Barely seconds after I sucked the last of the boys” soggy baby diapers as dry as I could, Milos entered, looking far more relieved.

“You sucked both our baby diapers dry already, didn”t you?”

“Well, yeah, but there was no one here to complain, so tell me, could you”ve stopped yourself from doing so?”

“No, I probably wouldn”t have been able to either.” He admitted. “Now, I”m sure you gotta go poopy on the potty too Daddy, so, let me get you outta your seriously soggy baby diaper.”

“Please.”

Just as Milos released me from my diapers, in walked Carl, bakırköy escort also looking a lot more relieved, and as I was bolting for the washroom, I heard Milos offer half my diapers to Carl, and I”m assuming that they both sucked them dry, but I was in desperate need of releasing the pressure buildup, so didn”t stick around to watch, even though I really woulda liked to. Same as the last few times I did this to myself, the purge was instant, and fast, which is either good or bad, not sure which, but it is somewhat painful too, but that”s okay. Once cleaned up, I headed back to the bedroom to find the baby boys already laying on the bed in diaper change position, both of them are hard as nails, and the stack of diapers between them says they absolutely must be quadruple baby diapered again. Oh, if I must.

“What”s up Boys?” I giggled as I spied how hard they are.

“Oh, you know, the ceiling, then the sky, oh and space too.” Milos giggled.

“Mmmm, that”s definitely not all.” I said, as I went over and gave Milos a gentle little flick, not enough to hurt, but certainly enough to grab his attention.

“Fuck, don”t do that. With as hard as I am, you could snap it off.” He grunted.

“Yeah, well, with as hard as you baby boys are, there”s no way I can lotion or cream you up before diapering you, and I won”t cause either of you to cum, Carl ever, and you not yet, so, you”re just gonna haveta lotion and cream yourselves, but try not to cum.”

“Not sure that”s a possibility right now.” Milos admitted, and Carl nodded his agreement.

“Possibly not, even I myself might not be able to contain it if you two explode as well, but I”m gonna try my hardest not to do so, not that I”m not already also at my hardest. So, I”ll slip your baby diapers in place, you lotion yourselves, and then I”ll diaper you up, but try not to play.”

Well, I”ll be damned, but somehow neither boy managed to cum, I”m shocked, to tell the truth. Both are even harder and more angry purple because of it, mind you, but it”s good for them as well, though I doubt either would agree to that right now. I got them diapered up, and then Milos prepared my diapers for me, I lotioned and creamed myself up, and then they both got me diapered up like I deserve.

“Why wouldn”t you let us cum, I”m so fucking hard it hurts?” Milos asked.

“This”ll help teach you control, and the faster you learn that, the easier it”ll be on you. You already know you can”t possibly have sex as much as your dick wants it, and you also know I”m not ready to give it to you yet anyway. Also, good healthy anticipation, holding off for as long as you possibly can, and then holding off even more after that, makes when you do getta have your baby boygasms so much better. Trust me, I wanted to cum probably every bit as much as you both did, but I”ve learned to control myself.”

“Fine, but it”s really not what I wanted.” Milos groaned, and Carl nodded his agreement.

“I know.” I grinned to my baby.

Now that we are all properly baby diapered, we head to the kitchen to make lunch, of course making more tea to go with it. After lunch, we played more games and had more fun, had dinner, and then continued having fun together until bedtime. Once again, we”re nowhere needing soggy baby bum changes, yet I”m not entirely convinced we can make it through the night either, but, oh well, bedding is washable, and our beds come equipped with the best waterproof mattress protectors anyway.

I had an amazing sleep, and as luck would have it, I didn”t even leak, though how would be anyone”s guess, I”m now so full, it”s wonderful, or is that wonder full. I went to get the little baby boys up, and to see if they had leaked or not, and when finally they did wake up, I asked, so they both reached down and checked, and both claimed that they had not. When I asked if they”re gonna leak soon, they both checked their own mega soggy baby diapers and groaned out, yes. I said good.

“Let”s stand in a circle Babies, I needta cum, real bad, and I”m certain you both do as well, and this time let”s go the opposite way.” I said.

Yes, I know how slippery this slope really is, but it truly is what we all want, even though neither Milos nor I want Carl in the way he wishes we would, but we can certainly share these naughty pleasures with him. As soon as the boys are standing there, I use the scissors and remove my super soggy baby diaper, then pass them to Milos, so that he can remove his, and as soon as he”s done, he passes them to Carl to remove his last. Once Carl”s done cutting his mega soggy baby diaper free, we then pass our own soggy baby diaper to the baby boy it belongs to now, and start sucking and sniffing the offered diaper. Carl was the first to start reaching down to stroke himself, once more I warned him to aim into the diaper, just in case.

Once more, I wish I could”ve lasted several minutes before cumming, but it was simply no good, the feelings were just too amazing. The boys were clearly the same, because the second I started cumming, so too did they, and even though Carl aimed into the diaper, still unfortunately he didn”t deposit anything for us to enjoy. We passed the diapers along, and continued going, this time lasting at least a little longer, and so, therefore getting to enjoy the diapers and our stroking for just a little longer as well, but soon we”re cumming once again, and then passing the diapers along. Our third and final orgasms took longest yet, yet we still didn”t even make it to the five minute mark, and I finally gotta slurp up my own cum, not that there is a lot after my third, but still enough to truly enjoy.

“Wow, never knew soggy baby bum change time could be so spectacular.” Carl groaned.

“No shit.” Milos and I said together, causing Milos to start giggling of course.

“So, what time are you supposed to be home today anyway Carl?” I asked.

“Probably doesn”t much matter. Not even sure my dad”s noticed I”m gone, I just left him a note on the fridge, saying I”m at a friends house for the weekend, since I kinda haven”t seen him in more than a week. Hell, even if he did read the note, I doubt he cares, and probably wouldn”t care, or even notice for that matter if I didn”t bother leaving a note at all.”

“Sorry about that Baby, I know what it”s like, the less I was seen the better, but then, I tried to stay invisible as well, because when I was seen, usually it resulted in a beating.”

“At least he doesn”t beat me or anything, that”d definitely be worse, but being ignored all the time”s not exactly fantastic either. Most of the time it”s like I live on my own, but that occasionally a stranger comes to stay. I suppose at least he usually gets groceries and whatnot, and when I need diapers, I haveta write it on a note and put it on the fridge, and several times I”ve heard him say, oh for fucks sake, when I know that he sees it. I think he hates buying them, or he just hates me and hates buying me anything, I just don”t even know any more.”

“Then, next time you need diapers, try writing on a note saying, I need diapers, I know you hate buying them for me, so can I have the money to go buy them for myself, and see how that works. Then, if he does, just give it to me, and I”ll buy you way better diapers with it instead.” I said.

“Wow, I”d really like that, and as it just so happens, I”m getting low already, so maybe that”s exactly what I”ll do.” Carl said excitedly.

“Good. You deserve your wonderfully thick thirsty tape on baby diapers, and even though what he gives you absolutely won”t cover you for as much as you now need, I”ll happily buy them for you, on the condition that at least once a week after school, you come in and do some cleaning in the store.”

“Absolutely.” He damn near squealed.

“I thought you”d like that.” I smiled warmly to him.

“Oh yeah, I”d so totally work for you every day if I could, and if I can, I”ll figure it out somehow.”

“Still not sure how that”d work.”

“I know, you said that Milos can kinda work for you, “cause he”s your son now, but that “cause I”m not, that you”re not sure it can work. I”d love it if you were my daddy as well, having a gay diaper loving daddy”d be so much better, because you know what I”m going through, and don”t hate even the thought of me.”

“I know, and when I was a little boy, that”s what I dreamed of as well. Sadly, that too is not likely something that can happen either.”

“I know, and I couldn”t ask you anyway.”

I smiled warmly to him, he wants it so bad, and truthfully, I”d love to take him in as well, he”s such a special little gay baby boy, and he deserves to come and live with us as well, only I have no idea how that”d even work, nor how to go about doing so anyway. Then there”s the fact that Carl really needs his own little gay baby boyfriend, so that his hormones don”t make him push Milos or myself into something that we truly don”t want, because I know his hormones are already raging, I can see it in how he looks to both Milos and me, he”d so totally bend over and tell us both to fuck him, one on either end, and to keep fucking him “til we can”t fuck him any more. I”m afraid, though, that if he got me horny enough, that I might just do it too. Honestly, it”s what I”ve dreamed since I was Milos” age. He truly is stunning, but it”s Milos I love like that, and we”ve promised ourselves to each other, and only to each other, so, having Carl living with us, could really affect that in a way none of us wants, well, except maybe Carl.

“So, let”s say you head home after dinner tonight, that way we can still spend the day together, but then, what should we do, I wouldn”t mind actually going out and doing something fun.”

“Okay, so, I guess that means only single baby diapers this time, huh.” Milos said, as he started heading to the closet to gather what we need, since we were still standing in our circle, naked, but now at least soft as we talked.

I changed the baby boys first, giving them way more baby lotion and diaper rash cream than was necessary, but also very much appreciated by us all, then they repaid the favour to me, and then we all got dressed. The clothes that Carl has just barely conceal the diaper he”s wearing, and really don”t look very good at all, they”re pretty bargain basement of the thrift store variety clothes, so don”t do his stunning looks any favours at all. They”re all he has with him, though, so they”ll have to do, for now.

We head downstairs to get some tea and breakfast, and then as soon as we”re done eating, we clean up, and then head out. The store I want to take Carl to is open, I know that already, so we head there first. Being Sunday morning, and fairly early at that, I doubt that the store will be busy, and considering I know that the owner is also a gay baby boy diaper lover, the fact that Carl is heavily diapered, and it shows, will not be a bad thing, in fact, I”m willing to bet that he has massive dreams tonight from the vision of Carl as he is now.

When we walked in, my friend James saw Carl, groaned, and I think maybe even filled his soggy baby diaper about half full of cum. I know he”s been without a boyfriend for months now, so I”m willing to bet he”s horny as fuck. You”d think, gee, you”re gay and a diaper lover, you have another friend that you know to also be a gay baby boy diaper lover, and you”re a virgin still, why don”t you two hook up. We talked about it once, way back when we met, he was seeing someone then, and they were pretty hot for each other, so it didn”t feel right to get in the middle of that, and then after they broke it off, he and I were just such good friends that we didn”t wanna ruin that, and so, balgat escort we never have, even though I probably need it. He does know of Milos, but they haven”t met yet either, only because he”d been on vacation and out of the country when Milos needed clothes, so he”d been closed, since he”s pretty much the only staff, much like me and my store.

“Good morning Vince, how are you today?” He asked me, but he was looking solely at Carl.

“Clearly not as good as you are now. Snap outta it, you horny old dog you.” I laughed, I can see Carl blushing.

“Wow, I”d say sorry, but you, young man, are simply stunning, totally gay, and wearing heavily, though it doesn”t look as if you”re good and soggy yet. Name”s James, and you are?”

“Carl.” He whispered.

“And James, though you know of him, you haven”t met my new son Milos yet.”

“Fuck, you sure know how to find em, don”t you. Both are simply gorgeous, but Milos is still a little young, even for me.”

“Me too, but we do love each other.” I admitted.

“So, Carl, I bet you”re here for some clothes that show off your stunning good looks, but kinda sorta hide your diapers from those who aren”t supposed to know what you”re wearing, but will show just enough for those of us who know to see it.”

“I guess so, Vince never said where we were going.”

“But correct none the less. He needs diaper shirts as well, and clearly no underwear.” I said.

“Oh, definitely no underwear. The only underwear that”s acceptable are waterproof baby pants, and I bet you look stunning in nothing but a mega soggy baby diaper, with a pair of soft pink, frilly bum baby pants over top.”

“I think I”d like that.”

“Oh yeah, just a tiny bit of girly in you, but not anywhere enough to wanna wear girls clothes, if I”m correct.”

“Yeah.” He said.

“Same. So, let”s go get you set up, shall we.”

“We needta get Milos more clothes as well, I only got him a couple simple sets of clothes while you were on vacation.”

“Okay.” He smiled happily.

James went about gathering clothes and piling them on his cart, we followed dutifully, not having to do anything at all. He has two stacks, one clearly for each boy, and as he picked, he”d look at each of the boys, and pick what he thought would look best on them. Once done in the front of the store, he quickly ran to the back, where I know he keeps his diaper shirts and baby clothes, and came back a couple minutes later with an arm load of goodies. Finally he said he”s done.

“So, let”s get you boys back to the dressing rooms and try all this on, to make sure that my gay eyes haven”t deceived me, but somehow I doubt it, I”ve been doing this too long now, and almost never pick the wrong things or sizes any more.” He said proudly.

“Okay.” Both boys said.

“Do you gorgeous gay baby boys wanna have separate change rooms, or would you liketa share the large one?”

“Share.” They both said.

“And do you wanna close the door so that no one can see you, or would you like Vince and I to watch and ensure that you need nothing else?”

“You can watch.” They both said.

“Oh, goody. It”s so very rare I getta enjoy watching beautiful gay baby boys try on clothes.”

“I bet, but I bet you getta more often than most realize.” I laugh.

“Oh yeah, all the gay boys come here for clothes, and I have a few diaper lovers now too, but still not as often as I”d like, of course.”

“I bet.” I laughed.

By now the baby boys are stripping, and as soon as they are in just their diapers, James groans from deep within again.

“Fuck, you two might just be the sexiest gay baby boys I”ve ever gotten to see.”

“Thanks.” They both said, blushing.

“You”re so very welcome. So, diaper shirts first, so, try these ones on.” He said, and then passed them each a very cute and babyish diaper shirt, and they both tried them on, and they fit perfectly, and look fucking spectacular on them.

James then spent the next damn near an hour handing the boys clothes to try on, and only one set for Milos he said just didn”t work, so set them aside. I admit, I enjoyed watching damn near as much as James clearly did. James had done a wonderful job though, the boys did look really good in all the clothes he picked out for them, and he”d saved the best for last, and just told them to leave them on, since they can now wear them, so they did.

“Thanks so much for bringing them Vince, it was a real pleasure to have helped the boys out today.”

“No prob, and thanks for taking the time to get them properly outfitted like gorgeous gay baby boys like them deserve. I woulda brought Milos here, but you were on vacation, which, by the way, how was it, we haven”t talked since you got back.”

“It was amazing, and my new boyfriend really enjoyed it as well.”

“That”s great. So, you made it official then?”

“Oh yeah, he”s a stunningly pretty seventeen year old gay baby boy diaper lover as well.”

“Nice. So, how much do we owe you then?” I asked, because as we had been talking, James had been ringing it all in.

He gave me the total, which I know is way cheaper than it should be, but he”s forever doing that for me, and I”m sure having gotten to witness Milos and Carl in all their diapered glory for easily an hour or more, caused him to give us an even better discount than he normally gives to me. I happily paid for it, though, and then with final goodbyes, we headed out.

“That was fun.” Milos giggled when we were pulling away.

“Yeah, I”m shocked he didn”t cum.” Carl giggled naughtily as well.

“Bet he is right now though, hopefully flooding his diaper.”

“Yeah, how much would you liketa take his diaper after he finishes and suck it dry?”

“Too much, yet not enough.” Milos admitted.

“Same.” Carl giggled again.

I admit, I wouldn”t mind that myself, but James and I”ve never done that sorta thing, and while I”m certain he also enjoys that sorta thing, we”ve never talked about it either. In a way, I was kinda saddened to hear that James and his newest boyfriend are working out, I”d kinda sorta been hoping that he and Carl would hit it off, and that James would take Carl in, since Carl desperately needs a boyfriend, and someone to take him in, but that clearly didn”t work.

“So, what would you gorgeous gay baby boys liketa do now?” I asked as soon as they finished talking naughty.

“Don”t know.” They both said.

“Fine, let”s go to the play centre then.”

“Never been there before.” Milos said, and Carl agreed.

“Me neither, really, but it should be fun. They have lots to keep us all busy.”

When we got there, the boys were amazed that such a place exists. They”d seen it from the outside a few times, but never had they been inside. Then again, I hadn”t been inside before either, but it didn”t amaze me quite as much, even though it”s certainly very nice. I went and got us each a play card, loaded with fifty dollars, which should allow us at least a few hours of fun. I knew neither boy had played mini golf before, and while I have, it”s been more years than I should admit since the one time I”d played, so, I challenged them to a game, and so, we went and picked a course, this place has three, and we went and had a blast. Not one of us even got remotely close to a hole in one, but we had fun none the less.

After our first round of golf, we went and played arcade games and whatnot for quite some time. Once we were hungry, we went and had some lunch at the eatery inside, which was horrible for us to say the least, and we enjoyed way too much.

“So, do either of you need super soggy baby bum changes yet?” I asked.

“I should probably get changed soon I think.” Milos said.

“Same.” Both Carl and I said together.

“Okay, let”s go to the family room.”

So, I took the boys, and as soon as we got inside, we all stripped down to just our soggy baby diapers. Milos was still small enough to put up on the change table, but Carl and I hadta change ourselves while standing, so I hadta teach him how to do so, and he did a good job.

I challenged the baby boys to another round of mini golf, this time on one of the other courses, and they agreed, and so, we went and played, this time doing marginally better, yet still nowhere near one of us getting a hole in one. We still had fun, though, which really is all that matters. After that, we went and did two rounds on the go carts, then two rounds on the bumper cars, we used the batting cages and the driving range, we even shot at targets with pellet guns and small cross bows, and then went and played more arcade games. By the time we”re all well and truly played out, it”s damn near dinner time, so, we decide to head to a nearby restaurant that I”ve heard offers really good food, and so, we head there. We all take a tea with our meal, and enjoy it all a great deal. Finally we head home.

“So, Carl, I”m afraid to say it, but it”s about time you head home.” I broke the news pretty much as soon as we all entered.

“Yeah, I know.” He said sadly.

“But not before we all change our super soggy baby bums, and suck our baby diapers dry.” Milos said.

“Okay.” Carl said brightly.

“I suppose so, if I must.” I said as flat and sad as I could.

“Oh yeah, we absolutely must.” Milos giggled, and then led the way to my bedroom.

Once again, we stand in a circle and undress ourselves down to just our super soggy baby diapers. Then we all release the tapes, remove our diapers, and pass our diapers to the one on our right, and proceed to suck and stroke until we all cum. This time Carl had just a tiny bubble of precum escape his baby bone, and we all groaned when we witnessed it.

“Congrats Carl, you”re gonna cum good and proper real soon now, I guarantee you. Now, make sure and not waste your first one at all, make sure to jack off more than enough to prevent a wet dream from happening and letting your diaper soak up too much of it.” I said.

“Wow, definitely.” He said, and then swiped his finger across his dick head, there was barely even a drop, and he licked it off.

“How was it?” Milos asked.

“Wow, so fucking good.” Carl groaned.

“Good, can”t wait “til I getta taste it then.”

“Same.” I admitted.

And so we continued until we came our total of three times, but unfortunately Carl didn”t seep any more precum.

“Wow, that was so utterly amazing. Thanks so much for this weekend guys, it”s been the best ever.” Carl said, and he even has a couple tears in his eyes.

“You”re so very welcome Baby. Now, let”s get us all diapered like we deserve, and then get you dressed up and packed up and on your way. Will you be able to take everything today, or do you wanna do it in a couple trips?” I asked.

“I”ll probably haveta take it in a couple trips I”m thinking.”

“Thought so.”

We proceed to diapering each other like we definitely deserve, going doubled to last us “til morning, just because it”s what we like, and then I dressed Carl in some of his new clothes, diaper shirt of course included, and then packed him a bag with all that he needs to start. Finally, with more tears in his eyes, Carl comes and gives both Milos and me hugs goodbye, and then heads out.

“Well Baby, that was a nice weekend.” I say as soon as Carl is gone.

“Yeah, now I wanna find him a baby boyfriend of his own, but I think he needsta come live here as well, just not sure how to do that.”

“Me neither.” Is all I said, so I think he knows as well as I do how much I too want that.

For the rest of the evening, Milos and I just laid back and cuddled, then headed to bed and had a great sleep.

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CHAPTER 34

BACK IN COURT

I was up before Ma had a chance to wake me. I was so excited about celebrating Timmy”s eleventh birthday with him. I ran to the bathroom to pee, brush my teeth, and wash my face and hands. I ran into the kitchen and hugged Ma. “Good morning Ma.”

“Good morning little boy. My, you sure are in a good mood this morning.”

I grabbed the juice and milk out of the refrigerator and sat in my chair. “Ma, can I tell you something?”

“Sure baby, you can tell me anything.”

“Promise you won”t laugh?”

“Sorry angel, but you always make me laugh. I promise I won”t laugh at you.”

I thought about that for a second and said, “Ok I guess. Today is Timmy”s birthday, and I guess I am extra excited.”

“Of course you are, he is your best friend.”

“That”s not it… I mean he is one of my best friends, but the thing is…”

Ma got that look on her face that said she was worried that something was wrong. “What is it Brian?”

“Not counting Donny”s birthdays, this is the first time I have ever really been invited to someone”s birthday party.”

“That can”t be true, your dad was the minister at the church. There had to be other invitations to parties.”

“Sure there were, but those kids didn”t really want me there. I was invited, like you said, because I was the ministers kid. This is the first time I have ever been invited because the kid whose party it is, wanted me there.”

Just as she sat next to me Pa came in. Ma said, “Brian, I know that outside of your family, you were not a very happy boy. The good news is that you are not that boy anymore. I am sure that your family is looking down and seeing how different your social life is now, and they are happy. I wish they could have been here in person to see what an amazing boy you have become.”

Pa added, “Brian, I guess I am the only one who really sees the changes you have gone through since coming to FSB. You are out there, not hiding from anyone. You still like to read, but that is only a small portion of your life now. Now you have friends and have had experiences that you never thought possible this time last year. I am so proud of the remarkable boy you have turned out to be.”

“You just love me for my cunt.” I said with a giggle.

Pa reached over grabbed my hands and turned me so that I was looking him in the eye. In a serious tone he said, “Brian, if I never have sex with you again, I would still be honored to be your Pa.”

My eyes got a little watery and I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him. He kissed me back sticking his tongue down my throat. When we broke apart and I caught my breath I said, “I love you both so much.”

We finished eating and Pa followed me into my room. “Let”s find you some clothes to wear.”

“Don”t I need a shower first?”

“What would be the point of that? You are going to be bouncing off the walls for three hours. I think we can hold off the showers till after the party.”

He picked out a nice pullover shirt and cargo shorts. It was not the nicest clothes I had, but I still looked good in them. I pulled on some socks and my tennis shoes. I stared at myself in the mirror, then pulled up my shirt. Pa touched my arm, “Brian, is everything all right? Do you want to put something else on?”

I said excitedly, “Look Pa, my tummy is not sticking out as far.”

“You are just now noticing that?”

“How did that happen?”

Laughing he said, “Brian, you never stop moving. You spend most of the day running around with Timmy, Owen, and the gang. You swim laps with Tyler a few times a week, and the rest of the time you are playing in the pool with your friends. You have been eating a little more lately, but you burn it off as quick as you fill up.”

I looked at the mirror again and was still amazed. I pulled my shirt up to my chin and laid on the floor on my back. “Look Mom, Dad, and Donny, I am skinny.”

Pa just laughed, “Come on bones, we have to get going.”

Once we were ready, we piled into the car and headed out. I was surprised when we stopped at the Rec Center and parked. There in the lot was a big bus. It looked like one of those Greyhound busses, only way nicer. It was painted a nice bright blue, had chrome wheels, and all the windows were tinted so dark you could not see in them. On the sides were painted, `Founders School for Boys Falcons”, it was really cool. The Falcons are the school”s sports teams.

Just then Timmy showed up and a minute later Owen and Amanda. We all climbed into the bus, and I was in shock. All the seats were a nice leather and there were like a million lights of all different colors. There were three seats on each side of the isle. Me, Timmy, and Owen sat on one side and Amanda sat on the other side with Colt”s sister Beth and another girl that came on the bus after us. It was like every kid on the ranch was loading onto this bus.

I whispered to Timmy, “Hey, I thought girls were only allowed to wear dresses.”

Timmy giggled, “Can you imagine the looks on the faces of the people that work there when all the girls started jumping on the tramps and their dresses were going up and down as they jumped. Showing them their naked pussies and butts?”

Both Owen and I thought about it for a second and started giggling. When everyone was finally on the bus Timmy”s dad whistled real loud getting everyone to be quiet. “Sorry about that folks, but I need to get this said. Kids, as you get off the bus, you will be put with an adult. You are not, and I repeat not to go off in the mall without that adult. We will not be going there to shop. We will be getting off the bus and going straight to Tramp City, and from Tramp City back to the bus. Do I make myself clear?”

Everyone nodded their heads and said, “Yes Sir.”

“We are not trying to take the fun out of today, but as you can see, there are a lot of you, and it will be hard to keep track of you if you wander off. Please be safe and stay with the group.”

Again, every said, “Yes Sir.”

Timmy”s brother Toby got behind the wheel of the bus and we were off. We got to the mall about fifteen minutes later. We stopped right in front of the mall doors and got off the bus. We walked in a line straight to Tramp City. There was a line along the wall outside. I recognized a lot of the boys in line as kids from the school.

We walked by all of them and to the entrance. We were let in, and a wrist band was put on our left wrists. If we tried to leave before the bands were deactivated it would set off an alarm. After the kids from the bus were let in, the kids at the entrance followed. We all ran to take off our shoes and put on our vests. The vest are made out of Velcro and there are walls that are also made of Velcro. This is so much fun. You see, what you do is start jumping on the trampoline and when you are ready, you throw yourself at the wall.

What is really cool about this is that you never know how you are going to land. You may be straight up and down, or any other direction. As for me, on my first jump I slipped, and landed upside down on the wall. I started laughing and so did everyone else. Once the staff pealed me off the wall with the ripping sound Velcro makes, I was ready to go again.

As it turned out, Timmy”s dad had fixed it so that we had the place all to ourselves for three whole hours. After the first hour and a half, we were all pretty tired which is when we stopped to eat pizza. The cake came out and it was really big and had a picture of Timmy”s face on it. It was so cool, and delicious. It was just after Timmy blew out the candles that he climbed us on a chair. His dad whistled again bring every silent.

Timmy took a deep breath and said, “I want to thank everyone for coming here today. I am like the luckiest kid in the world. I have a wonderful loving family, and this extended family of brothers and sisters. Thank you all again for coming today.”

He sat down and had some more cake. After a little more talking we went back to jumping around for the next hour and then got loaded back on the bus. Once we were back on the ranch we headed home to get cleaned up. Timmy and Owen showed up at my house a few hours later. We sat at the table to play some cards, “Timmy, when are you going to open presents?”

“I will open them later tonight. Most of them I will donate to the Children”s Hospital in Milbourn.”

I asked, “Don”t you want them?”

“Sure I want them, but I don”t need them.”

Pa said, “Brian, as Crossman it is our duty to give what we can to help others. Timmy got a lot of gifts, and the question becomes, does he want them or does he need them. Don”t get me wrong, I know that he will find a few that he really wants, and he should have those, but the kids at the hospital need really need what he can give.”

Timmy said, “Yeah, I will keep a few that will be fun for us all to play with.”

Owen asked, “What about the one from me and Brian?”

“I looked through all the gifts and didn”t find one from you guys. I just figured that since we are such great friends that you didn”t get me one.”

I looked over at Ma, “What happened to the gift we got Timmy?” I looked at Timmy, “Owen and me put our money together to get you something cool.”

“Yeah, we must have gone in like twenty stores to find you just the right gift.”

Just then Pa came in from the garage carrying a wrapped box. Ma said, “I thought it would be better for Timmy to open it when it was just you guys.”

Owen and me jumped up and gave Ma and Pa big hugs. Timmy tore into it and was bouncing all over the place when he saw what it was. “I love Legos!!! Wow it is a jeep like yours Mr. Walters.” Pa laughed and nodded his head.

Owen said, “We wanted something special for you Timmy, because we love you so much.”

That got us all hugging and kissing each other. It also got Ma and Pa some loving as well. We cleared off the table and spent the rest of the afternoon putting it together.

After everyone went home, we had dinner, watched a movie, took another shower with cunt cleaning. I climbed on to their bed and laid down on my back. Pa asked, “Is there a little boy here that needs a mounting?”

“Pa would it be ok with you if I just sucked on you tonight? I just want to taste you and make you feel good.”

“If that is what you want, that would be fine with me.”

I moved over and Pa sat with his back against the headboard. I crawled between his spread legs and saw my prize. I was on my elbows and knees looking forward to pleasing Pa. I started by pulling his cock and balls to one side and breathing him in. I was disappointed because we just got out of the shower, and I only smelled soap. I started licking his balls and sucking on them.

I almost jumped out of my skin when I felt my butt cheeks being pulled apart. I looked back to see Ma smiling. “Concentrate on what you are doing little boy, don”t worry about this end.”

I was not sure what she was going to do but didn”t much care. I went back to bathing Pa”s balls with my tongue and mouth. I was exploring every nook and cranny of every wrinkle on his sack. I would carefully take first his left ball and then his right into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around it and listened to him moan.

That is when I felt it. I was surprised and couldn”t see it without stopping what I was doing, and I didn”t want to do that. The shivers vibrated through my whole body as Ma started licking my cunt. This has only been done to me a few other times, mostly by littles going after the cum inside me.

I tried so hard to ignore what she was doing and concentrate on Pa. I started licking every inch of the shaft, but then came my favorite part. As I got to the glans, I started catching big globs of pre. Every time I would lick his glans, another glob would cling to my tongue. I was loving this, but what Ma was doing was driving me crazy. I could feel the tingles starting.

I wanted her to stop so I could please Pa. Then again, I didn”t want her to stop till after my Tingles. I was going crazy, both ends needing something and I was stuck in the middle. I was licking his glans when it hit me, I was shaking all over. I pulled away from Pa”s cock so I would not bite it.

When I came down from happy place. I looked around and both Ma and Pa were looking at me with goofy smiles on their faces. Ma licked her lips and said, “That is one sensitive and tasty little cunt.”

Once I got my breathing under control I rolled back over and went back to work. I licked the whole shaft again, then it was his glans I focused on. I licked him until I afyon escort got as much pre as he was going to give me. I collected it in my mouth, I swirled it around and swallowed a little bit at a time, leaving just enough in my mouth to coat his cock.

I worked his cock a little at a time into my mouth. I went down a little, and then up a little until that final downward stroke put my nose into his pubic hair. I worked his cock with my throat for a while, loving every second of it. I am not sure how long I was doing it, but I was so into sucking his cock that I lost all track of anything that was not his cock.

I felt it as his cock started getting a little bigger and I felt his balls push up against my chin. He was moaning like crazy, then got all stiff as he sent burst after burst of cum into my mouth. I swallowed every drop, savoring the taste. I held the last shots in my mouth not wanting to lose the flavor. However, all good things must come to an end. While I nursed on his cock, the sensitivity got to be too much, and he pulled it out of my mouth with a pop.

Ma started laughing, “Brian, you are going to have to swallow the rest. You can”t keep it in your mouth forever.” I just smiled and nodded my head. Telling her with my eyes that I was going to try.

I did swallow shortly after that so I could clean Pa”s cock and balls. I curled up between them and after some good tongue kissing from both of them we fell asleep.

I woke up Sunday in the arms of the two people I loved the most in the world. We all got into the shower and then had a wonderful breakfast of bacon, eggs, toast, OJ, and milk. After breakfast, I went to my room, crawled into my bed, and started reading my book. You see, I told the guys before they left yesterday that I had things to do this morning and would see them after lunch. I love those guys with all my heart, but a kid needs some time to himself once in a while.

I heard the phone ring, but since I was not called to it I knew it was not for me. I thought I heard someone knock on the door, but I was really into this chapter, so I ignored it. I heard grownups talking but could not make out what they were saying.

I was just finishing up the chapter I was reading when I heard Pa calling me, “Brian, can you please come here?”

“Coming Pa.” I said as I hopped out of bed and walked down the hall. I was almost to the living room when I saw him, “No, no, no, no, no.” I screamed as I ran back to my room. Pa called me back, but I just couldn”t go.

Pa found me in my room with my hands covering my ears repeating the word no, over and over again. He pulled my hands away from my ears, “Brian, I don”t have time for this. You will come out into the living room, and you will behave, is that clear?”

Through tears and a panic attack, “No Pa, please don”t make me.”

“Brian, I don”t know what is going on with you, but you will do as I say, and you will do it now.”

He held out his hand for me to take. The last thing in the world that I wanted to do was go into that living room, but I took his hand a followed him. As we entered the living room, I saw a very worried Ma, who spread her arms to me. I dropped Pa”s hand and ran to her. She wrapped me in here arms and whispered in my ear, “Baby, Mr. Anderson is here to talk to us about what is going to happen in court tomorrow.”

“Knew it,” I yelled, “he is going to let her take me away. I knew this was going to happen. Any time things go right in my life something happens to mess it all up.”

“Brian, I am not sure what you think is going to happen here, but I am very sure that you are wrong.” Said Mr. Anderson.

I looked at him with all the anger I could muster, “So, you are saying that there is no chance that she can take me away. You one hundred percent guarantee it?”

“I wish I could, I will go with ninety-five percent.”

“Whatever, what I want has never mattered before, why should this be any different?”

After that I felt like a switch was flipped and I was off. I know that they were talking to me, but nothing registered. When Mr. Anderson left, Pa asked, “Do you feel better now?”

I just turned and walked to my room. I closed the door and crawled under the bed. Normally I would go into the closet, but I didn”t want to talk to anyone right now, not even Donny. I curled into a ball and cried myself to sleep. When I woke up it was late, and I was alone in the house. I started panicking, looking for Ma and Pa everywhere.

I finally found them sitting in lawn chairs watching the sun set. Ma saw me first in my full-on panic. “Brian!” I heard her yell as she ran to me. “Come on baby breathe for me. Deep breath in, now deep breath out. In, out, in, out. That”s it sweetheart, you are doing fine.”

Pa came out of the house with a glass of water, “Drink some of this buddy.” I tried to drink, but now I had the hiccups. I managed to get some down, “Are you all right Brian? What brought this on?”

“I” hiccup “came out” hiccup “of my room, and I could not find you.” Hiccup. “I thought you left me.”

“Brian, we would never leave you. We know this is a lot for you to take in, and that is why we waited till the last minute to tell you about it.” Said Ma

“But I can”t lose you, please don”t let her take me.”

Pa made me look him straight in the eye, “Brian, you have worked with Mr. Anderson, right?” I nodded my head, “Is he any good at his job?”

“Yes Pa, Mr. Anderson is the best, but I am so scared. I know that he”ll do everything he can to protect me, but even with Jamie, the verdict could always go a different way. What if the Judge decides that I should live with Mrs. Hastings?”

“With everything he told us today, I can”t see it.” I had no idea what he was talking about, but he seems convinced, so maybe I should believe it too.

It was a horrible night. I tossed and turned, paced back and forth, and that does not even include all the crying. When Pa came to get me in the morning, I was a mess. He picked me up and carried me into the shower. We sat on the bench with the rain shower sprinkling down on us. He held me and rocked me for a while, then washed my whole body. Once we were dried off we went to the kitchen for breakfast, I could not eat a thing. I was sure that if I ate I would puke all over the place.

Pa took me into my room and helped me get dressed in my suit. I grabbed a couple of hangers so Pa and I could hang our suit jackets on them like I did with Mr. Anderson. As we headed to the garage, however, instead of getting into one of our cars we went and stood at the end of the driveway. I figured we were going to be riding in with Mr. Anderson.

Instead of his Cadillac pulling up in front, and big white van with tinted windows pulled up. I could see Tommy driving and wondered what was going on. When the door opened, there sat Timmy, Owen, Mr. Jackson, and Tyler. I climbed in with Ma and Pa, “What are you guys doing here?”

Owen asked, “Did you really think we would let you do this alone?”

“Yeah, little bro, we got your back.” Said Tyler.

I sat between Timmy and Owen, who each took one of my hands in theirs and held them all the way to Milbourn.

I fell asleep on the way, which was not surprising since I didn”t sleep much last night. Once we got to the courthouse and parked, we all got out and headed inside. I was ok at first, but as we got closer my knees started shaking. When I saw Mrs. Hastings, I would have fallen to the floor if Tyler hadn”t had a hold of me.

We all went inside the courtroom. Now I know how Jamie felt when he walked through those doors. It all becomes very real, knowing that when this is over and I walk back thought those doors, my life may be changed forever.

We all sat behind the rails that separated the audience from the court stuff. I sat shaking between Ma and Pa. They each had an arm around me and kept telling me it would be alright. Mr. Anderson came in and had me join him at the table on the other side of the railing.

We sat side by side, “Brian, I know you are scared, but you have to listen to what I am saying.”

I looked into his eyes and said, “I am listening Sir.”

“Good, now you have to understand, things will be said that may make you angry or sad, but you must keep still and pay attention. I know this will be hard, but I also know what a strong boy you are. We will do good today, I feel it.”

Mrs. Hastings came in with her lawyer and sat at the other table. Behind her sat a bunch of people I remember from the church, even Mrs. Collins, the teacher from bible study was there.

The bailiff entered the courtroom and said, “All rise, the Honorable Judge Amanda James presiding.”

We all stood as the Judge entered the courtroom and sat behind the tall desk. She was in her fifties I guess, with brown hair, and a look like she could be really strict. The thing is, I found myself liking her right off the bat.

“You may be seated.” Said the Judge. “Welcome everyone to family court. This is the case of Maxine Hastings verses the Founders School for Boys, as it pertains to the custody of one Brian Burke.” She looked at me, “Brian, would you please stand up?”

I stood on those dang shaky knees, “Yes, Your Honor.”

“Do you understand why you are here today?”

I stood straight and said, “Yes Mam, Mrs. Hastings is trying to take me away from my family.”

I saw a quick look of surprise before the Judge said, “Thank you Brian, please be seated.” I sat down never taking my eyes off of her. “Do we have opening statements?”

Mrs. Hastings lawyer stood, “John McKay representing Maxine Hastings Your Honor. This is a simple case Your Honor, Elizabeth Burke, and Maxine Hastings, have been friends for over ten years. Mrs. Hastings was there for the birth and the trauma of Brian Burke”s birth. She helped Mrs. Burk get through all the medical procedures that followed the premature birth of the boy and was also there through his whole childhood. When the Burke family was asked to replace another family on a mission in Syria, and the decision was made to leave Brian at the Founders School, the Burke”s asked to meet with Mrs. Hastings. In this meeting Carl and Elizabeth Burke asked Mrs. Hastings, in the case of anything happening to them, to please take custody of their boys. This request included both nine-year-old Brian Burke and twelve-year-old Donny Burke. Mrs. Hastings agreed to the request.”

I wrote on the pad in front of me `Can”t you object?” Mr. Anderson wrote back, `Object to what? They did ask her.” I knew he was right, but I was still mad about it.

“After enrolling Brian in the Founders School, the Burke”s came home and gave Mrs. Hastings copies of the paperwork that they signed at the school. Included in that paperwork was a custody agreement that you have before you. In it, it states that if for any reason the Burke”s could not return to their son, that custody of Brian would revert to Mrs. Hastings. Sadly, less than six months later, there was a raid on the village by rebel forces in which every man, woman, and child including Carl, Elizabeth, and twelve-year-old Donny Burke were killed.”

I tried to be strong, but I couldn”t. I got up and ran to Ma, where I cried on her shoulder. The Judge asked, “Mr. Anderson, do we need a recess?”

Mr. Anderson stood, “No Your Honor, we can continue if you will allow Brian time to calm down where he is.”

“I am ok with that. Continue Mr. McKay.”

“Thank you Your Honor. The Burke”s intent was clear, they wanted their young son brought up in a loving home, with the religious influence they themselves wanted to instill in their son. Thank you Your Honor.”

I was able to calm down some, so Ma wiped my face with a tissue and told me to go back up with Mr. Anderson. When I got back to the table, the Judge asked, “Brian, are you ok? Do you need a break?”

I stood, “I”m alright Judge, I am sorry for the way I acted.”

“Brian, you are doing fine. I can”t imagine what you have gone through, so if you need a break at any time you just ask your lawyer, and we will arrange it.”

“Thank you Judge.” I sat down.

“Mr. Anderson, you are up.”

Mr. Anderson stood, “Your Honor, the matter before you is anything but simple. That started with a nine-year-old boy being separated from his family, with the knowledge that he would not be with them again for two whole years. Brian had never even spent a night away from them before this. The only time Brian was separated from his brother Donny for more than a day, was when Donny would go off for a week every summer to camp. During this time, Brian suffered debilitating panic attacks. Until Donny returned home. Only Donny could calm him. However, when he said goodbye to his family, it never occurred to him that he would never see them in person again.”

Mr. Anderson stopped and took a drink of water. I know he was pausing to let that sink in. He did the same thing during Jamie”s trial. “The only thing that made this new adventure livable for Brian, was a friendship that he struck agrı escort up almost immediately with a boy named Timmy Marshal.” He said while pointing at Timmy. “Even with that Brian struggled with his shyness and issues relating with others. Now, less than a year later, Brian has many friends, and has found the Walters, who have been there for him since before his parents were killed. No, Your Honor, this is anything but a simple case.” He said looking at the other lawyer. “Thank you for your time Your Honor.”

“Mr. McKay, call your first witness.”

Over the next hour or so Mr. McKay called three people from the church who talked about my parents and their relationship with the Mrs. Hastings. I was getting a little angry with Mr. Anderson because he was not asking any of them questions. As Mr. McKay was about to call another Church member to the stand, but Mr. Anderson stood, “Your Honor, I think we all understand that all of these people here with Mr. McKay will testify that the Burkes were longtime friends with Mrs. Hastings. If there is nothing else, we will stipulate that the Burkes and Mrs. Hastings were friends.”

The Judge asked, “Mr. McKay, will there be any other line of question for the rest of these witnesses?”

“No Your Honor, we will stipulate.”

“Then let”s move along.”

“Yes Your Honor. We call Maxine Hastings to the stand.” Mrs. Hastings walked up to the chair beside the Judge and was sworn in. It started out with the same questions he asked all of the other witnesses, with mostly the same answers. He gave away most of the questions in his opening and the answers were obvious.

When he finally sat down, it was Mr. Anderson”s turn. “Mrs. Hastings, we have heard many times this morning how close you and the Burkes were, so I would like to start off by saying how sorry I am for the loss of such a wonderful friend.”

She dabbed a tear from her eye with a tissue, “Thank you.”

“I just need to clarify a few things, so please bear with me. It is my understanding that you were close with both Burke boys, is that correct?”

“That is correct.”

Mr. Anderson kept flipping through his note pad, like he has no idea where the information was that the was looking for. He stopped on a page like he just found it. “Let”s talk a minute about Donny Burke. It is my understanding that Donny was a shy boy with few friends, it this correct.”

She laughed, “No Sir. Donny was a very outgoing boy. He was always smiling and doing things with the church youth groups.”

I could not help but smile. Donny was anything but shy. “Oh really?” Mr. Anderson said as he flipped through some more notes. “I was under the impression that he rarely attend church with his family.”

“You are wrong, he was always in the first pew with his mother watching his father give his wonderful sermons.”

“Wait a second, you said that Donny was there with his mom, where was Brian?”

“Brian hardly ever attended church.”

Mr. Anderson got a surprise look on his face. For that matter, so did the Judge. “How is that possible? Was he in a Sunday school class during this time?”

The smile left her face, “No, I believe he was at home.”

“This makes no sense to me. Why would the Ministers son not attend church?”

She sat up straight, “Brian had some behavioral issues and was removed from the Sunday school class. As for why he was not in church, I can”t say.”

“Now Mrs. Hastings, you have testified that you were his mom”s best friend. You told us that you talked all the time, and you are telling this court that you don”t know why Brian was not in church with his family? I ask again, why Brian didn”t attend church on Sunday?”

She took a deep breath and said, “Because Brian does not believe in god.”

That sure did get everyone”s attention. It took everything I had not to smile. “Wow, I didn”t see that coming.” He said as he looked at me with a straight face. “That must have been a big issue in their home. I mean the Ministers son not believing in god. The Burke”s must have been very angry with him.”

“No, they weren”t.” She said angrier than I think she meant to.

“Why were they not angry, this must have been such an embarrassment to them. What reasons did she give you for not being angry?”

“Elizabeth was not happy about it, but they decided as a family, not to push it on him. They felt that he had to figure it out for himself.”

“I don”t imagine you agreed with that.”

“I most certainly did not. A child needs to be guided to the lord, they can”t, at that age make those kind of decisions on their own.”

“I understand, but to be clear, you feel that a boy Brian”s age does not possess the understanding to make an informed decision on this subject?”

“Of course not. It is way too big a subject for them to decide on their own at nine.”

“Did you know that Brian read everything he could get his hands on?”

“Yes I was aware of that.”

“Were you aware that he read the Bible from cover to cover three times?”

“I find that hard to believe since he didn”t believe in god.”

Nodding his head, “Than, I assume you are unaware that most of the sermons that Carl Burke wrote, he wrote with Brian.”

Laughing, “I doubt that.”

Mr. Anderson nodded his head. “Ok, let”s change subjects. It is my understanding that Brian had many friends and got into a lot of trouble. Did you and his mom think that it was because of his friends that he was in trouble all the time?”

This caught her by surprise, and she chuckled a little, “You are wrong on both counts. Brain didn”t have any friends, and the only trouble I ever heard about was a few fights at school.”

“Wow, my notes are all messed up, I am sorry.” He put his pad down on the table like he was frustrated with them. “Thank you for being so patient with me. I am usually much more prepared than this. I just have two more questions for you. If the Judge were to grant your request, would you require Brian to attend church?”

“Absolutely, how else will he be able to reunite with his family again?”

I was just about to stand when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked back and saw Pa leaning over the rail. His look told me everything I needed to know and relaxed back in my chair. Mr. Anderson didn”t see it, but the Judge did.

“My last question is, when did you decide to tell Brian that he was coming to live with you?”

It was obvious that she did not want to answer the question, “I let him know when I saw him.”

“When was that?”

Knowing that she could not avoid it, “After the funeral.”

“Was it not in fact as Brian was leaving the cemetery after laying his whole family to rest? For someone who is telling this court that she has his best interest at heart, I for one am not seeing it.”

Mr. McKay jumped to his feet, “Objection.”

“I withdraw the last question. No further questions for this witness Your Honor.”

“Mr. McKay, call your next witness.”

“The petitioner rests Your Honor.”

“In that case we will break for lunch. It is eleven thirty, court will resume at one o”clock.” She stood and so did we as she left the courtroom.

The courtroom cleared except for my group. I relaxed in my chair exhausted. Mr. Anderson patted my leg and said, “I know that was hard Brian, but you did a good job. Any questions for me?”

I sat up, “Why didn”t you ask all those other people questions?”

“Because there was no point. Nothing they were saying was wrong, and other than what they said, they had nothing to add. He was already wasting time with them, why should we add to it. My goal is to get this finished today. I don”t what this dragging on till tomorrow. You just don”t need that stress.”

Except for Mr. Anderson, we all walked down the block to a deli for lunch. Once I sat down in the booth, I leaned into Ma and fell asleep. I was not trying to in fact I was hungry and looking forward to my sandwich. Ma woke me when everyone was finished. When we got back to the courthouse, Pa took me to bench in the hallway and put a to go box on my lap. I ate it all in record time. After I had finished Me, Pa, Tommy, Tyler, Mr. Jackson, Timmy, and Owen all headed to the bathroom to wash up and pee. Not in that order though.

As we were heading back to the courtroom Mrs. Hastings tried to talk to me. She never got the chance though, because before I even knew it was happening Tyler, Timmy, and Owen were between me and her. “I just want to talk to Brian.” She said.

Tommy stepped in front of everyone, “Mam, that is not I good idea at this time. Please step out of the way.”

She did and we all walked around her and into the courtroom. I ran up to Mr. Anderson and told him what happened. “It”s ok, let”s not make a big deal out of it.”

The Judge entered the courtroom and we all stood. “Please be seated. Mr. Anderson, would you call your first witness.”

“I call Peter Birmingham to the stand.”

A man came through the gate and took the oath. He looked familiar, but I could not place him at first, then it hit me. “Mr. Birmingham, can you please tell the court where you work and what you do for a living.”

“I am employed with the Milbourn school district. I am the Principal at The Milbourn School.”

“Thank you. Do you know Brian Burke?”

When he looked over at me, I smiled and gave a little wave. “Yes, I sure know Brian.”

“Can you tell us how you know him?”

“Brian was one of my students.”

“You say he was, is he not still one of your students?”

“No, Brian was transferred to the Founders School for Boys last year.”

“Can you tell us why he was transferred?”

Laughing he said, “I guess mostly because he was caught cheating.” I sunk down in my chair a little as the Judge gave me a disapproving stare. “Maybe cheating is the wrong word. You see what happened was that his math teacher saw something that no one else had ever noticed before.”

“Really, what was that.”

“Brian was the perfect C student.”

“I don”t understand, what is a “Perfect” C student?”

“Before Brian, I would have told you that there is no such thing. What Ken Walters, Brian”s math teacher discovered is that no matter the test or paper Brian always received a C. Once this caught Ken”s attention, he changed up the tests he was giving Brian. He gave him tests that were at least two grades higher than Brian should even be able to complete. Do you want to guess Brian”s grade on those tests?”

“Please tell us.”

“He passed with a C. Ken then asked Brian”s other teachers to do the same and again he came away with a C.”

“I guess I am not following you, what does this mean?”

“It means that he was manipulating his grades. You see, if the child is an A student, they are often recognized for their accomplishments. If the child is a failing student, the child is made fun of by his peers and sometimes punished by disappointed parents. No one really notices a C student. That is until he entered Ken Walters classroom.”

“Wait a minute, are you telling me that if it had not been for this one teacher Brian may have been doing this for the rest of his academic career?”

“Yes, I am ashamed to say. In fact we found that he had been doing it since he was in second grade.”

“How was this possible? Can any student do this? Do I need to look at my kids schoolwork?”

“In my thirty years as a teacher, I have never heard of this happening. To answer your question, no. The chances of your kids or any other children doing this is slim at best. Most children would not want to, they would want to stand out. Brian on the other hand has issues that made him not want to stand out.”

“What issues were those?”

“Brian is smaller than the other kids in his class. He also had a weight issue,” He smiled at me, “however, it doesn”t look like that is an issue anymore. Looking good Brian.”

I just smiled and puffed out my chest. The Judge looked at me and smiled too. “Sir, how was Brian able to manipulate his grades, did he have help?”

“No, as it turns out Brian has an IQ of one thirty-five. The average IQ is between ninety-nine and one hundred. This puts Brian in the ninety-nineth percentile. With what looks to be math as his strong suit.”

“Can you tell me how the Founders School became involved with Brian?”

“That would be Ken. Ken graduated from FSB, receiving a scholarship to Colorado State where he received two Master”s in Mathematics and Education. When he graduated, he chose our school to teach at and I was honored to have him. Anyway, he contacted Joe Robinson, the Headmaster there.”

“Thank you Sir for your time. I have no further questions.”

“Mr. McKay, do you have any questions for this witness?” Asked the Judge.

“Yes Your Honor.”

“Prior to you finding out about Brian manipulating is grades, did you have any other interactions with Mr. Burke?”

“Yes, on two other occasions Brian was sent to my office for fighting.”

“That sounds akdere escort serious. Can you tell the court what happened?”

“Sure, the first time Brian beat up a sixth grader who was trying to shove him into a locker. The second time a fifth grader knocked the books out of his hand and pushed him over every time he tried to pick them up. He was suspended both times per school requirements.”

He asked a few more question trying to get the Principal to say something else. When he was done the Judge said, “Thank you for your time Mr. Birmingham, you may step down.”

“Mr. Anderson, you may call your next witness.”

“I call Tyler Pritchard to the stand.”

I was a little surprised by this, as watched as Tyler was sworn in and took the stand. “Can you please state your name and age for the court.”

“My name is Tyler Pritchard, and I am seventeen.”

“Tyler, can you tell me how you know Brian Burke?”

“Sure, he in my little brother.”

“I am confused, I thought Brian only had one brother, named Donny Burke.”

“That is true, Donny is his brother.”

“Then how are you his big brother? Can you explain what that means?”

“When a little comes to FSB, he is assigned a big brother. That is an older boy ranging from fifteen to seventeen. As his big brother, it is my job to make sure that he does his chores in the house, takes showers, brushes his teeth, etc. I am also the one he will come to when he has any issues.”

“That is impressive. You said when littles come to the school, can you please explain that to the court?”

Tyler laughed, “Well you see Sir, most of the kids that start FSB do so when they start the second grade. We call them littles because they are. Brian, was not technically a little, but he did become my little brother.”

“Interesting, now you say when he came to the school he had issue, what kind of issues?”

Well, in Brian”s case, it started out mostly about being home sick. In the beginning he was having a hard time being without Donny.”

“Why is that?”

“I guess my first indication that there would be issues was when he was first dropped off. I saw the way he was with Donny when he came in.

“What do you mean?”

“While his patents were in with the Headmaster, Donny said something to me that I still remember to this day. He said, “Tyler, I am not one that condones violence or threatens people, but I will make you this promise, if anything happens to my little brother, it will be you that I will come after. Have no doubt that I mean what I am saying, I will make you pay.” I knew he meant it, which told all I needed to know about how close they are and how hard my job was going to be.”

“Wow, it is hard to picture Donny saying something like that from what I have heard about him. Was that the last time you talked to him?”

“No, Donny and I emailed each other many times, and when he could, we video chatted. We became friends, and his loss hit me hard. Then watching what Brian went through was just heart breaking. Anyway, Brian struggled a lot in the beginning.”

“Why, was there other issues besides being home sick?”

“He had many panic attacks, but I think the worst of it was with Timmy, and then Owen.”

“I thought they were his friends.”

I looked over at Timmy and Owen and realized that they were watching me, making sure I was ok. “They are his friends, but that was the real issue. You see, Brian wanted friends so bad, but prior to Timmy, Brian”s only friend was Donny. This is where the real problem with Brian began. He had no idea how to be a friend and made some mistakes early on that almost cost him his friend. It took some time, but they worked through it.”

“That is amazing, so just to clarify, Brian went from being a total book worm, to having friends and coming out of his shell?”

“There is a lot more to it than that. Brian is also an amazing actor, singer, and athlete.”

“What are you talking about? He didn”t do any of those things at his old school. How did this change happen?”

“It started with his friend Owen. You see Owen had some issues of his own that were dragging him down into a bad depression. So, with that in mind and Brian”s shyness, Owen”s big brother and I decided to put them both in drama. It was our hope that they would come out of their shells.”

“Well, don”t keep me in suspense, did it?”

“You bet it did, those two shy and withdrawn little boys,” Pointing at me and Owen, “not only were cast in the play but were the stars of the show. Since then they have become leaders I guess you could say. Other kids are attracted to them, they just want to be around them. Some of the older kids call them Kings of the Littles, because the younger boys are always around them.”

“Unleavable, obviously he has grown a lot since he has been there. I have no more questions.”

Mr. McKay asked a few question but got nothing that hurt me. Next up was the Headmaster, who went over everything that he had, including a signed letter from my parents changing the custody agreement from Mrs. Hastings to FSB.

Then it was my turn. I walked to the chair next to the Judge and took the oath. That”s when things got weird. The Judge said, “Have a seat Mr. Anderson. Now it is my turn. I believe that I have heard all the legal reasons for this hearing, now I need to get to facts” She turned to me, “Brian, normally I would ask the child in that chair if they understood what was happening here, however, I have been watching you, and you are very aware of the situation. Am I correct?”

“Yes, Your Honor, I understand everything that was said here today.”

“Brian, here is what I want you to do for me. I want you to tell me about your life. Start with before your family went away until now. Can you do that for me?”

I said, “Yes mam, I mean Your Honor. I miss my family very much every day, but even though they are gone I can still feel their love all around me. The thing is, that when I lived here in Milbourn, I was always lonely. Donny was my only friend. I got picked on a lot at school, so even though I love school, I was always afraid to go. When I was there, I always had to hide so I would not get picked on and get into fights.” I said feeling the sadness I felt back then.

“Ok Brian, and what about now.”

I perked up, “Now it is so cool. I have lots of friends, but my two best are over there.” I said pointing at Timmy and Owen, “They are really more than friends, they are my brothers and I love them very much. We are always busy, all summer we have swam, road our bikes, built things with Legos, and played lots of games. I never did any of that stuff before coming to FSB.”

“That sounds like a lot of fun. Now Brian, can you tell me about your living situation?”

“When I am in school I live in the Crossman House with my best friends Timmy and Owen. Tyler is our big brother, and is really cool unless we act up, then he is not so cool.” I said while smiling at Tyler.”

“What about when you are not in school?

“Oh, then I live with Ma and Pa.” I said pointing at them.

“Why do you call them Ma and Pa?”

I giggled, “Because they are like a Mom and Dad to me. The thing is I already have a Mom and Dad, so I can”t call them that. Pa likes old movies and showed me one called Ma and Pa Kettle. So I asked them if I could call them Ma and Pa. Do you know what they said?” I asked excitedly.

Smiling, the Judge asks, “No, what did they say?”

Giggling more, “They said no. Pa says no, it would not be right to have you calling me Ma all the time. Then Ma says, he is right, I don”t want to be called Pa.” I was laughing hard and so were some of the other people, “I told them that they were being silly that it is the other way around. They looked at each other, nodded, and said in that case ok.”

The Judge then asks, “Brian, how do you like living with them.”

I looked her right in the eyes, “Judge, I love them almost as much and my parents. They are always telling me how proud they are of me, I get lots of hugs, and kisses. To be honest Judge, Ma has a problem there.”

“What do you mean?”

I saw Ma looking at me with a questioning look, “Sometime she gets carried away and goes kiss crazy.” I giggled again, “Judge, she covers my whole face with girl cooties.”

“Does that bother you?”

I looked at her like she was crazy, “Are you kidding, I love it. Sometimes when I am sad about something, she holds me and tells me that she is there for me, and that I am safe. We spent a lot of time like that after my family was killed. Pa plays with me, and sometimes we snuggle together and watch a movie.” I stood up leaned on the Judges desk and said, “I know that my parents are looking down on me and happy, knowing that I am in a safe place with people that love me.”

“What about Mrs. Hastings? Do you think you would like to live with her?”

“Mrs. Hastings in a nice lady, but I would not be happy with her, and she would not be happy with me.”

“Why do you say that Brian?”

“Mrs. Hastings in very into the church and would try to make me a part of it. My parents knew I didn”t feel the way about god and the church the way they did, so they stopped making me go. Judge, when it comes to religion, a person has to believe in order to feel something when they go there. She will force me to go, I will hate her for it, and she will hate me for my beliefs. Can you see that working out? Besides, I am a Crossman now and am proud of it.”

“Can you explain what a Crossman is?”

I thought for a second, “It is a family. We are free to believe the way we want. I know what some people think, they think it is like a cult, but it isn”t. Some of the Crossman kids are Jewish, Christians, Hindu, and lots of other religions. We don”t hate each other for not believing the way we do. We love each other for being who we are. The thing with the black man that was killed and the riots, I cried about it right alongside the Black, Asian, Mexican, and Indian kids. None of us could see what color had to do with anything.”

“You are a smart boy, and maybe you will be the one that figures out how to change things. Thank you Brian, for answering my questions for me. Can you please go back to your seat?”

“Yes mam.” I walked back to the table and sat next to Mr. Anderson.

“I have heard a lot of information today and need to sort out some things. We are going to take a one-hour recess, at which time I will make my decision.”

She stood up and so did we. Once she left the courtroom we all ran out to pee. I swear, this was the longest hour of my life. When it was over, we all went back into the courtroom and waited for the Judge.

When she finally came back in, we all stood, “Be seated. I have reviewed this case fully. I won”t lie, when I first read about this case, I had already decided how I would rule. What I saw was a child in the custody of a building, when there was a perfectly good family wanting him. However, after listening to everything said here today, I had no choice but to change my thinking. Mrs. Hastings, I think that your desire to honor your friends wishes is honorable, but not realistic. This boy lost his family but found another one to fill that void. He is thoroughly entrenched in this life he found, and I believe that taking him out of it would cause too much damage. For that reason, I rule that the Founders School for Boys will retain custody of the minor child Brian Burke.”

Mr. McKay stood, “Your Honor, can we be heard on visitation?”

“I don”t think that is necessary, your client never visited before. If Mr. Burke and the school agree to it, you can set something up with them.” She rose and left the courtroom.

I walked over to Mrs. Hastings, “I am sorry you had to go through all of this. If you want to visit, I will be happy to visit with you.” I went in and gave her a hug.”

She backed away from me. She looked down on me with a face like you get when you smell something bad, “I don”t know how your mother ever put up with you. You go live with those heathens and live a sinful life without god. I feel sorry for you; you will never see your family again. You will never make it to heaven unless you change your ways. I tried to help you come into the light, but you just want to stay in the dark.”

My family started to move in but stopped when I broke out laughing. I looked at her and said, “There is the problem right there. You think I won”t go to heaven because I don”t believe the way you do. You think I am weird and someone who doesn”t deserve your love, but it is me that feels sorry for you. You have so much hate in you. It is sad to look at. If my mother is sitting in heaven with god looking down at you right now, what do you think they are saying. Do you think my mom would still be your friend? Do you think god want”s someone with that much hate in them in his kingdom of love? No Mrs. Hastings, you are the one who is lost, and in the darkness.”

Her face just got redder, and she turned, stormed off. I looked at Ma and Pa, “I am sorry for being disrespectful to her, but I was really mad.”

Pa just laughed, “I think you showed her more respect than she showed you. Now, I don”t know about the rest of you, but I am hungry. Let”s get out of here and go celebrate.”

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Subject: The Boy with the Garage Apartment, Pt 02 This story is a work of pure fiction. Gay, Adult/Youth, M/b I welcome all feedback, or suggestions!, and will try to reply to every message. Donate to Nifty! —– Chris looked at Andy like a dog in heat looks at the neighbor bitch. He had stood back up to take in the full picture of what was in front of him. Andy was still turned away from him, facing the wall ahead with the two doors. Small droplets of precum slowly dropped to the floor from Chris’s dick, creating small wisps of precum spider webs. He licked his lips oblivious at the moment to his body’s movements and functions. He couldn’t feel his heart racing in his chest. He had no recollection of the shallow breathing of his lungs. He didn’t notice the blood rushing through his veins in an attempt to make his hard, erect penis even harder. Every few seconds, his dick would twitch slightly as it strained to take in more, though unneeded, blood. “Anything I want, huh?” Chris asked Andy, with his beautiful, soft, tanned nine year old body. The bright white line that delineated where his briefs had just been caught Chris’s attention again. More blood tried to flood in. “Yes, sir,” Andy responded, looking straight ahead at the wall with the doors. The room was warm, but his body was cool. He would need something to warm him back up if he stood there for too much longer. “Andy, do guys put their wieners in your mouth?” Chris asked, biting his lip at the thought. Andy nodded his head. “Do the wieners explode in there?” “Sometimes they do, sir.” “Where else do they explode, Andy?” Chris asked. “Sometimes wieners explode on my face. Sometimes they explode on my body,” Andy responded. He paused for a moment, as if he were contemplating his answer more. The anticipation caused more blood to fill any last remaining spots in Chris’s dick. “And sometimes, it happens in there.” Andy nodded toward the closed door beside the bathroom, but didn’t elaborate. “What happens in there, Andy?” Andy didn’t respond. Chris knew what happened in there because of his conversations with Frank. While Andy was the latest boy in his position, the Dark Room had become a tradition for these situations. “Andy?” Chris inquired. “In there, wieners explode in me.” “But where in you, Andy?” Andy didn’t respond. Chris couldn’t tell why Andy wasn’t responding to his questions when he had been so helpful and forward before. He hadn’t noticed any change in Andy’s demeanor. Andy didn’t seem tense, but his answers were slow. “Wieners explode in my butt.” “That’s right, Andy,” Chris said. “Thank you for telling me.” Chris asked Andy to turn around and face him. Andy slowly turned and flashed a goofy grin toward Chris. “Exploding in your butt makes wieners happy, doesn’t it?” Chris asked Andy, studying his face for any unverbalized tells. “Yes, sir.” “Do you like it when they explode in there, Andy?” “Yes, sir.” “Good boy,” Chris said. “I like to hear that. I’m happy that you like it.” Frank explained the Dark Room to Chris as the one room with rules. Nearly anything else could happen in other parts of whatever apartment, house, or shack that houses a boy like Andy. But the Dark Room is a place of order and strict hierarchy. Chris knew that he and Andy could be playful out here, interact, explore each other, and hang out together as near equals. But in the Dark Room, the man is the master of his domain and Andy is his treasure to be plundered. Chris walked over to Andy and kneeled down to give him a hug at close to eye level with him. Andy wrapped his arms around Chris as much as he could and put his head on Chris’s shoulder. They held each other in the warm embrace for quite some time. A droplet of Chris’s precum that escaped from his pee ataşehir escort hole and dropped on Andy’s foot caused a hearty laugh from the two of them. Chris stood back up and so that his dick was now more at Andy’s eye level. Andy stared at it as if he were a hungry boy looking at a drumstick. “Your wiener needs to explode,” Andy said, stating the obvious. It’s needed to explode since the drive over, Chris thought to himself. “Yes it does, Andy.” “Does it like to explode in butts?” Andy asked. “It’s never had one like yours before. I think it wants to try though.” Every part of the evening leading up to this moment had been new for Chris. Andy’s presence had inebriated Chris to the point where everything seemed like a vivid dream. This couldn’t be Chris’s own reality, he kept thinking over and over. He didn’t believe this was happening. But that didn’t stop him from thoroughly enjoying every minute of the experience. For all Chris knew, this could be his one and only experience, so he didn’t want to miss out. “Would that be okay with you, Andy?” Chris asked, putting his bent finger under Andy’s chin to pull his face up to look at him. “Yes, sir. Of course!” Chris walked back over to the couch and sat down. He spread his legs wide. “How about right here?” Chris asked. He had always dreamed of a boy like Andy sitting on his dick while they both faced the television. He could just bounce up and down on it for awhile until the show or movie was over. When things got serious, Chris dreamt of twisting the boy around to face him and then take over to shove a boiling load of sticky cum as deep in the boy as possible. Another surge of blood rushed to his penis, which twitched under the strain of not having any more room. “Sir,” Andy started to say but stopped. “What is it, Andy?” “I don’t know how to say this.” Chris knew what Andy was trying to say already. Frank explained that fucking only happened in the Dark Room. Frank didn’t know why and didn’t venture to guess, either. But it was tradition and Frank wanted to keep it going. And in Chris’s situation, what Frank wants, Frank’s going to get. “I know, Andy,” Chris said, unsurprised but disappointed. He was proud of Andy for being the consummate boy in his position, but he was still bummed too. “So how does this work,” Chris continued, knowing full well already how this was going to work. Andy explained that if Chris told him to do so, he’d run into the Dark Room and lie face down on the bed. The Dark Room isn’t necessarily called dark because of the activities that happen in there, though that’s always a possibility in these situations. The Dark Room was kept dark. “Andy, I’m asking you to please do that,” Chris said. “Yes, sir. Of course. But I need you to tell me to.” “Andy, please go in there and get ready for me.” “Yes, sir. Of course. But you don’t have to say please,” Andy said with a grin from ear to ear. “Andy, go in there this second and get ready or I will get angry.” Andy kept his grin as he jumped around and ran into the bedroom, shutting the door behind him. Chris still felt disappointed that this was how things had to go down. Frank was helping with Chris’s fantasy, for sure. But Chris wished he had more free rein. Chris chuckled at himself. Leave it to me, he thought, to get offered something so precious and still want more. He cleared his head and figured Andy must be ready. He walked to the door and placed his hand on the door knob. He suddenly felt just as he had outside of the apartment when he was entering the passcode to come in. His stomach fluttered at the thought. Chris turned the knob and walked into the dark room. He closed the door behind him and allowed his vision to adjust. avcılar escort The blinds on the two windows of the room were shut but still allowed enough light in so he could barely make out the outline of the bed, which had to be at least a queen size. It had four posts, he noticed, and a large headboard. To the side of the bed, he could make out a comfy looking chair. The room, from what he could see from his vantage point, seemed bare like the rest of the house. He nearly stubbed his toe on the corner bedpost while walking toward the bed, but he saved himself at the last second. He crawled on the bed and noticed a folded towel on the side. How thoughtful, he thought. In front of him now, he could make out, was a lump of flesh he assumed was Andy. He felt around and found the plump bump at the base of Andy’s legs that made up his soft butt. In the dark, the whiteness from Andy’s skin in just this area almost provided its own light. He could make it out better than the rest of Andy’s body. He wondered for a moment if that was the point. Chris grabbed the two cheeks and squeezed a few times, his dick twitching with each wiggle of the flesh. His left hand dropped along Andy’s side. He felt what seemed like a small pillow under Andy’s pelvis to push his butt up. How thoughtful, he thought. He was sure this would give him better access. He grinned and shook his head. Frank really thought this through. Or, Chris thought, maybe he should give credit to tradition. Who knows how many generations the tradition had been going on and evolving until it got to this moment. With his left hand holding Andy’s belly, Chris pushed his middle finger into the space between Andy’s cheeks. The slick stickiness told Chris that Andy had lubed up when he got in the room. Good boy, he thought. He had noticed a tube of more lube near the towel at his side in case he needed more. When Chris’s finger reached the hole, Andy sucked in air through his teeth. It was quiet, but Chris could hear a pin drop in the room. Chris hadn’t even pressed on it, so the reaction confused him until he remembered that it was a little red earlier. Chris chuckled to himself. Busy boy, he thought with a smile on his face. Chris’s dick had been teased long enough, he knew without a doubt. So he pulled his hands back up and shifted his body so that his dick was over Andy’s plump, white mound. He rubbed his dick in the crevice between Andy’s cheeks to get it slick. He took his time to ensure that the whole length was covered. At last, he lined his dick up over the hole and laid down on top of Andy. He could feel Andy’s head somewhere down near the top of his stomach. Andy’s face was turned to the side, so Chris’s stomach hair was now smashed against his cheek. Poor kid, he thought, pushing the thought out of his mind. This was the Dark Room, so called because of the darkness of the room and also, to a lesser extent, for the activities inside. Chris knew that what was about to happen was consensual. Andy told him as much. But the joy of the activity was going to be decidedly one-sided, Chris felt. It’s part of a long tradition, he told himself. What Andy does for people like him his precious and Chris appreciated Andy’s contribution. He told himself that he would tell Andy when it was all over. With the weight of Chris’s body pushing down on Andy’s tiny frame, Chris let gravity push his dick against the opening of Andy’s greatest treasure. Andy again sucked in hair, ever so quietly, at contact. Chris wanted to give him words of encouragement, but that too was part of the rules. The Dark Room is not for conversation. In this moment, Andy’s body was a means. And Chris salivated at the thought of the end. His head eventually avrupa yakası escort pushed through and slipped inside the cramped cavity inside of Andy. He let gravity push it in just a bit more than the length of his head and then stopped. Andy was breathing heavy, albeit silently, so Chris wanted to offer a moment to adjust. When Andy’s breathing went back to normal, Chris started to pull out. His best efforts to lube his dick thoroughly failed, and the pulling up of Chris’s dick brought Andy’s butt a little off the pillow in the motion. Andy whimpered at the rough contact. Chris pulled his dick all the way out and sat back up on his knees. He pulled out the lube and rubbed a sizable amount over his dick, with special attention to the head. After cleaning off his hand, Chris laid back down and started the process over. Gravity pushed down on Chris’s body. The head, this time, entered a bit more smoothly, with Andy barely making any sound. He pulled up a little to get a sense of the lube situation, and it was as slick as a hot knife through butter. Well, if the knife were gripped by a vice as it tried to move in any direction, he thought. He had heard and read tons of stories about the tight quarters of a boy’s butt. But nothing prepared him for the sensation. It was as though Andy’s own fist gripped at Chris’s dick as tight as he could while also somehow allowing for easy back and forth motion. It stretched and pulled with every movement of his dick. Chris felt pretty good about how lubed he was. He pulled himself up a hair more before pushing his dick the depth of its length in one motion. The lump underneath him tensed so suddenly and tightly that the sensation it provided to Chris’s dick spread out across his whole body. He didn’t wait for the tension to ease before he pulled nearly all the way out and plunged back inside. He kept this up over and over again, never giving Andy an opportunity to adjust. Andy’s clamp on Chris’s dick was so great that he didn’t want it to end. In and out. Up and down. Slow pull up and thrust push down. Chris kept up the rhythm until he lost track of how many times he’d done it or for how long. All the while, sweat poured off of his body down onto Andy’s. The matted, wet hair of Chris’s stomach brushed over and over against Andy’s cheek. His eyes closed, Andy took every thrust knowing that he was doing a good deed. Chris drilled his length inside Andy and kept it there a minute. He was panting and needed to take a quick rest. He focused on the sensations of his dick that kept sending signals to his brain to keep going. If it were up to Chris, he’d continue on like this forever. Never stop. Who needs food and water when you have this? But all good things do come to an end, eventually. After Chris started back up again, a little rougher than before, a little faster and deeper, Andy let out a small moan, which shocked Chris’s system. The small, barely audible exertion of air triggered something inside of him that took him over the edge. There was now no resting to reset the clock. He was past the point of no return. He knew he was going to cum any second, so he stopped all semblance of propping himself up over Andy and just let his full body weight crush into the small boy underneath him. Sufficiently inside, Chris thrust his dick as far into Andy’s guts as he could get and then flooded his insides with steaming hot cum. He shot more threads of cum inside that tight butt than he had ever done to anyone before. Chris was now completely exhausted. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t pull himself up. He couldn’t do anything but lie there on top of small Andy. He closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them again, his head was so full that he didn’t know if he had just blinked or fell asleep. After an indeterminate amount of time, Chris gathered enough energy to pull himself up off of Andy and climbed off the bed. He used the towel to clean himself up as best he could. Sweat and cum mixed in the towel until it was soaked. Chris found his way to the door and left the Dark Room after his very first session. TO BE CONTINUED

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Subject: “Getting in the Zone” – Ch 4 (Revised) Getting in the Zone The following story is fiction, a fantasy, and involves sexually explicit erotic events between males. If you are offended by such material or are too young to be reading material of this nature, do not read this story. Make sure you protect yourself from disease in the real world by always using protection. This revision to the previous Chapter 4 is to take the story in a new direction. I didn’t like the way I ended the story in the original Chapter 4. Hopefully you will all agree I did the right thing by submitting this revision. So here it is guys. Thanks! Please show your support with a monetary contribution to keep the Nifty Archive online services free of any membership fees. You can find out how to contribute by copying the following http location into your browser where you can open it and make your donation: fty/donate.html Chapter 3’s Ending with a few changes: Well, I will say, it was a glorious experience getting my ass pounded and put into the Zone in total submission so quickly by Demarcus. The Big Guy not only had a larger dick than Tyrone, but he had a very special talented delivery, much rougher and more dominant than sex with Tyrone, resulting in providing total bliss to my recently awakened anal cravings. My Boy-Cunt was penetrated, spread open to the maximum, and then squeezed and massaged until I screamed out with sexual excitement. Tammy was quick to place her lips over mine to keep my verbal excitement quieted as Demarcus took anal sex to an all-new high for me. What had started out as a rape, ended up with me settling right down and enjoying this very pleasurable new sexual experience. The two worked as a team and quickly had me totally involved and loving the rougher physical stimulus they were providing my teen torso. I found Demarcus’s rougher sex phenomenal. The two pulled me deep into the zone of sexual pleasures as I succumbed completely to the dominant manipulations the two delivered together. Yes, once Tammy realized I was enjoying the rough poke and prod sex Demarcus was providing, she let me breathe normally and just licked and sucked on my sensitive nipples. Demarcus had lifted my ankles up on his broad shoulders by then, Porking me like he was King Kong himself. The two had me in the Zone for well over an hour as my dick pulsated and dribbled and experienced multiple handsfree orgasms. I though later, no wonder Tammy clings to Demarcus as she does. The big guy is a total sex machine, so what’s not to like about being his sex toy! As I snuck quietly back in next to Tyrone in the warmth of his bed, I already knew I wanted to be very friendly and best friends with Tammy and her man Demarcus in the days ahead. They took me to a new high of sexual enjoyment, and I wanted more of what they had provided. The floor was cold walking barefooted back to bed, so when my feet touched Tyrone, he lurched awake and nearly shouted, “Fuck Girl your feet are freezing! What time is it, my stomach needs food?” “It’s only going on to 7:00am Tyrone, so just go back to sleep. All is well.” I quickly dropped into slumberland spooned into Tyrone’s warmth until he nudged me awake somewhat later. All I wanted to do was sleep, but he would have none of that as he began forcing me awake with his persistent cuddles, rubbing and whispering sweet nothings in my ear until he could see I was awake and coherent to his sexy dialog. Chapter 4 (As Revised): “Good morning. I hope you had as good a time last night as I did. You were an absolute beautiful young Lady for your Daddy all dressed up so pretty so I could present, introduce, and show you off last night to all the Club Members as we arrived for your first Club Function. I’m so proud of you Girl. Then getting all mellowed up here in private with me as I danced you right out of your mom’s sexy clothing and into the nude was fantastic. By the time I ushered your beautiful nude body back downstairs for everyone to enjoy too, the Club’s members had already shed their clothing, naturally expecting us to join them in the nude, as that is the dress code for all our late-night club activities. Without any complaint or resistance from you, at everyone’s surprise, you began enjoying yourself immediately, obviously enjoying the large assortment of Ebony Bone on full display. I finally gave in and let most my Bros sniff, touch and even sample your Beautiful Bubble Butt provided they used protection, as some of the Bros sleep around and don’t get tested regularly as Demarcus and I do. But they all had the opportunity to at least dance, sniff, lick, taste, and sample all the Curves and Cervices of your Sweet Young Teen White Beauty.” Tyrone pulled me even closer to him and continued, “You know, as we agreed, I have your back now Girlfriend and only want what is best for you. Remember, you promised to put your trust with me and let me make all important decisions for your welfare and safety. After all, you are my Girl now, and I want you kept safe, as well as horny and well in the Zone enjoying Sex with us Bros. But, in return I expect you to learn to abide by all my simple rules and become very effeminate and submissive. Dressing up in drag, and craving sex with Black Bros will soon be second nature to you, knowing we provide the very Best Oral and Anal Sex with our superior and exceptional equipment.” “I popped your cherry ass Girl and put you in the Zone for your first time and you loved it. Yea, I turned that virgin ass into a Hungry White Teen Pussy for this Big Juicy Black Dick Girl! You will not ever be able to forget that fact as you already craving Big Ole Black Alpha Juicers like this capable of giving you multiple Anal Orgasms.” “Now then Girl, did anything happen last night you especially liked or disliked, or is there anything you need to be telling me, sharing with your Daddy, per our agreement, Baby Girl? Right now, would be the perfect time to start sharing all your thoughts with your Nigger Daddy? Remember, you agreed there would be no secrets kept from me, so out with anything at all so I can keep you protected, safe and happy from the many people that may want to tarnish you or misguide you, being so young and impressionable!” “Well OK yes, let me see, Tyrone… I really enjoyed the dancing and being nude, touched and even getting probed by so much big meat last night, but I didn’t feel comfortable all dressed up in my mom’s clothing earlier, wearing makeup and her wig. Walking in those heels definitely wasn’t easy or fun either, but for you I’ll work on trying to be girlie, what you called effeminate, for you guys, but that will take some time. Hopefully it might eventually become fun dressing up for you and the others Tyrone, but not last night.” “It became really fun for me last night after we got mellowed and dancing in the nude together. By the time we joined the others down in the dancehall surrounded and being touched and touching by all those Sexy Muscled Black Men and feeling them getting hard and throbbing against me as we danced was breathtaking. Then when some of them began to spin me around and slip their dicks in me, I felt like Tinker Bell spinning around on a cloud of shear delight. What Fun that was for me! What a Rush it gave me, but I was so stoned from what we smoked, I turned into a total slut. That ardahan escort can’t be good Tyrone! As you must realize, I am still only a Teem Boy of 15 after all. I’m just beginning to experience anal sex for the first time since I met you. Getting high and screwed by you and Demarcus is one thing, and really fun and exciting, but having every dick on the dancefloor doing it to me was way over the top. It truly scares me Tyrone what I did last night. I feel like I’m become a whore, a total slut for big juicy dicks and dominant men. I’m certainly beginning to realize I have a very strong and submissive female side after last night’s dance party. I have always liked oral sex that started with brother Jeff and his school buddies, but anal sex like I’ve been experiencing lately with you black guys has taken sex to a new level for me. I already love anal sex and can’t seem to get enough. The drugs make me crazy horny Tyrone, but that scare me most. What is happening to me?” “You also need to know that your buddy Demarcus pulled me into his room this morning earlier as I was coming back from the bathroom. He and Tammy did a real number on me Tyrone. The crazy thing is I really loved his big dick inside me as Tammy kissed me and sucked on my nipples. They put me in the Zone like you do for over an hour before they let me come back to your bedroom this morning. I hope this doesn’t get them in trouble with you, but you said I wasn’t to keep any secrets from you now that you are my boyfriend. I really loved what they did with me Tyrone, and I already want to do it with them more, lots more. I felt and acted like a girl with Demarcus. I’m so ashamed now for enjoying his sex so much. Demarcus really knows how to please my boy pussy. I hope you are not mad at them for doing what they did with me or for me for really liking how they both made me feel, but it was fantastic. I loved sex with them Tyrone, but I afraid I’ll get addicted to a life of sex and drugs. Help me, Tyrone!” Tyrone just smiled and said, “You’re doing just fine! We all learn by testing the waters, Girl. I’m not the least bit upset with you or them, especially since you were willing to tell me like you just did and how they made you feel so good, Baby Girl. Now, just cuddle up in Daddy’s arms and accept the fact that you are just beginning to enjoy all the joys of having anal sex so very early on, in your early teen years. You already have a boyfriend and are enjoying more sex, most likely, than any of your 15-year-old classmates. I’m here now to provide all the sex and protection you can possibly need. You can continue to explore all the joys of anal sex now. Everything is going to get better from now on Baby! You continue to tell me everything and follow some rules and I will keep you safe and well supplied with sex, fun and safe drugs to enhance your sexual experiences. I’ll certainly make sure Demarcus fucks you regularly too Girl, as he likes Young White Teen Fillies like you that are just starting to explore the joys of his wild ass Sex. Not to worry Girl! Now you will be able to Bond to us Black Bros quickly without all the unnecessary stress associated with teenage life. No more sexual orientation garbage that has been holding Gay Boys like you back from becoming the girls you are meant to become with Black Men. We will now be able to get you liberated and free to spread your wings and fly Girl! You already understand you are Daddy’s Sweet Girlie, as you are far too beautiful and sexy to not continue experiencing the excitement of anal sex riding Big Black Dicks like we always provide!” Tyrone leaned over and kissed me with his big thick moist lips and swabbed his wet tongue up the side of my face and nibbled lightly on my ear as he dropped a few more pills in my mouth followed by a few gulps from his flask of that dark drink of GHB he always had with him or nearby. “Drink some more GHB Baby Girl, you deserve to feel especially good today after what you have done for me these last couple of days. You’re Daddy’s pretty little Girl now Alexia.” I whimpered, “I’m still really scared you know Tyrone!” Tears were running from my eyes, as he guided my face into his moist armpit and whispered, “Just close your eyes Baby and relax for a moment as you breath in Daddy’s strong scent and it will calm you and all will be OK. No more tears Baby Girl! You are safe in Daddy’s arms now Girl! I only want what’s best for you too now Alexia.” He was right… I did indeed relax as I breathed in Tyrone’s strong armpit scent. He eventually pulled my face from his pit and repositioned me on my knees between his open warm thighs, my face just resting against his flaccid cock and pendulous ball sack. His strong moist crotch pheromones smelled even more fantastic than his damp armpit had. I settled into his crotch and inhaled that stronger man scent. His crotch aroma put me in a state of total submission. He cupped my head between his large palms and said, “Look up into my eyes now Baby Girl and know that my strong scent on you establishes my ownership; it makes you all mine. You will always wear my scent with pride and soon be craving the strong scent of a Black Man, Alexia. It’s an acquired scent that you will quickly love, crave, and enjoy.” All instantly seemed well and good with me. His words were comforting. I could see Tammy and Demarcus standing in the doorway smiling, watching, cuddled together as I fell into what seemed like a semi-comatose mental state, as he slowly pulled the foreskin back exposing the full strength of his cockhead’s scent. He rubbed the moisture from the glands back and forth over my lips, nose, and face a few times before lifting my chin again until he was looking down into my eyes as he softly said, “Just kiss it while I play with your perky nipples. Yea, just like that! Now lick it. Oh yea, that’s real nice! Slip your’ lips over the head and work the lips over the glands now Girl. Oh, fuck yes! Just like that! Now show me how much you love this Big Black Cock Girl! Fuck yea, now suck the Flaccid Fucker into your mouth and swirl your tongue around getting it all wet with your saliva Baby Girl. You keep those pretty blue eyes open now girlie, as I want you to see everything that is going on and how a Big Black Dick doesn’t even have to be hard for you to enjoy its soft ebony beauty. Make love to it with your lips and tongue Girl! You love that smell and taste now Baby Girl! Pull back and kiss the eye and put your tongue in there and enjoy that sweet tasting cock-snot that’s starting to flow as the fucker expands and hardens right before your eyes. This is how you awaken me from now on each morning we are together Baby Girl. I’ll take the reins once you get me primed and hot to trot. Now for some basic rules you must adhere, or you will be punished.” “The ‘No Masturbating Rule’ is in place as of now Girl for a while until I say otherwise! That little joystick is not a plaything for you anymore! You are now in training and are only allowed to cum when your love button is massaged by Daddy or Demarcus, or we choose to milk your little cocklett. You’ll soon learn just how important we two Bros are for your sexual pleasures. This way you will quickly become submissive, effeminate, horny, and constantly needy for sex, which is our primary goal. Only Demarcus and I, your’ two artvin escort Black Alphas will be delivering your sex and training until such time we make you available to our other Black Bros in the Club. I’ll put your cocklett in a cage if you can’t follow that important rule. Do you understand?” “I think so Tyrone, I feel so good now, but so very horny. Will you fuck me before I break your very first rule and have to be punished, please?” “So, who own this Ass now Alexia Girl?” “You do Daddy Tyrone… you and Demarcus I suppose!” “Right! That settled, now then Girlie the sex will have to wait for a while yet Alexia, as the dining room will be closing shortly, and Daddy needs food. Damarcus, Tammy, join Blonde Girl and me, as it is time for some breakfast downstairs with the others. Clothing optional, as always, so nude it will be this morning as we show off Alexia to the Breakfast Club.” As we entered the large dining hall, others made room so we could four sit together after going through the breakfast chow line. Tyrone and Demarcus carried on a conversation together and with their Black Bros, as Tammy and I quietly talked together as we ate. All of a sudden Tyrone turned and addressed me, “Since we only have the weekend to show Demarcus and Tammy that big English Tutor House before your parents and house staff return, we best be going ASAP. We can all take a swim in that big pool out back when the sun warms things up a bit more. That idea work for you two Babes, or maybe you would rather just lay around here all day, enjoying as Demarcus and I molest and discipline you two Wenches. So, what’s it going to be Girls? Oh Yea, come to think of it, you two don’t have a say in the choices we all make! Settled then, swimming at the Manor it will be.” By 11:00am we were all at the Pool swimming and basking in the sun until Demarcus decided that he was hungry and wanted to raid the kitchen for edibles. Well both he and Tyrone found the edibles they wanted with Tammy and I both laid over the edge of the kitchen island as they munched and had a late lunch of our pretty pink puckers as dessert, with wine chasers after devouring everything edible in the Frig and pantry. We were both then escorted back to the pool area to what Tyrone called ‘Serpent Land,’ where we were ravaged by two huge Black Anacondas again. The guys left us spread in the shade on the cushions of two oversized lounges next to the pool as they took a break and tossed around a water polo ball working off their late lunch. I no sooner was snoozing than I found myself lifted and catapulted into the deep end of the pool. Tammy quickly followed, screaming, and yelling obscenities. Demarcus shouted, “Quiet now Girlie! You trying to rattle my nerves or just raise the dead Girl?” We played horsey for a while in the water until we all got tired, so we coupled up in the comfort of the Big White Canvas Cabana, out of the sun for a bit of R those two classes were only three weeks long, so I’m off now until Fall Semester starts again. It’s good to be home and out of that LA smog for the balance of the summer.” “Don’t be rude now Alex, aren’t you going to introduce your new friends to Brother Jeff?” Jeff put his hand out toward Demarcus, naturally thinking he was partnered with Alex, since he was the one mounting Alex when he stepped into the doorway of the Cabana earlier. Tyrone immediately stepped forward and took Jeff’s hand as I said, “Jeff, this is my Boyfriend Tyrone and his best friend Demarcus and his Boyfriend Tammy.” They all ended shaking hands as Jeff made small talk with Tyrone and Demarcus, mostly questions from Jeff about the vintage Mercedes parked in the garage and of course he asked what they each did for a living and how Tyrone had met Alex. Jeff then said, “You are all staying for dinner I expect, as I already pulled steaks out of the freezer earlier and have baked potatoes going in the oven. Alex can make a green salad for us all,” as he pulled me into his arms and gave me a squeeze before kissing me on the forehead. “Oh yea, ‘come as you are’ is the dress code today, clothing is optional. Since I don’t want to humiliate you guys when you see what I’m carrying between my legs, I’ll just stay clothed, as I certainly don’t want to get the family jewels spattered with hot grease as I barbeque our steaks.” Jeff then burst out into laughter for a moment, until he watched as the two Black Alphas both took their huge flaccid ebony endowments into their palms and spun them around like propellers until they expanded and grew semi-hard before letting them wind down, all without a hint of embarrassment. It was obvious dear Jeff showed embarrassment, as his face reddened and he turned away for a moment before turning back again facing the two Alphas with his eyes once again fixed on their huge dicks, as his mouth dropped open in total dismay. Jeff was obviously impressed and was caught gawking with his mouth clearly agape, obviously amazed with the bold masculine sexual display, not to mention the huge size of the two Black Cocks at nearly full display. Demarcus quickly responded to Jeff’s action with, “Like what you see huh Muscle Boy?” He stepped forward and pulled Jeff into a Frontal Bear Hug and whispered something into Jeff’s ear as brother Jeff looked to be struggling for release, but Damarcus held him to his nude body long enough to show Jeffrey that he was the Alpha Male and in total control. Demarcus then calmly released Jeff enough to spin him around and pulled him back into him lodging his hardened dick tightly against Jeff’s bubble butt and just held him there dry humping Jeff for a spell in another tight Bear Hug against his nude body, acting as though nothing was happening unusual between them. When Demarcus finally released Jeff and let him step away, Demarcus was surely sporting a full boner and the head of his dick was exposed dripping a long string of cocksnot headed for the tile flooring. Demarcus quickly popped Jeff on the ass and said, “Nice Bubble Butt Muscle Boy! Maybe later we’ll Play again, OK Handsome!” Jeffrey scurried away quickly toward the kitchen red faced and obviously quite flustered. Jeffrey did call for Alex to follow him to get started on the fixings for the salad. Everyone could see the wet stain running down the back of Jeff’s shirt where the taller Demarcus had spread a streak of his cock-snot that now showed down the lower back of Jeff’s shirt and into the crack of the shorts that covered his Bubbled Buns. Jeff didn’t even realize his shirt or shorts were damp and marked with cock-snot, and Alex or the others did not make any comment to bring it up for Jeff’s further embarrassment. After the steak dinner on the Patio, Tyrone and Demarcus quietly slipped off together somewhere, as Jeff, Tammy and I cleaned up the kitchen and Patio where Jeff barbequed, and we all had eaten. Before long, the two Alphas were back carrying a big duffle bag and a big ole water pipe. In no time they had the patio cushions in place, the pipe loaded, lit and everyone seated comfortably passing the smoking end of the rubber feed around for all to suck down the cannabis vapors. As everyone mellowed and conversations started to stagnate, it became quite obvious that Jeff had no idea that the Cannabis was laced with some powerful extras. I watched as Jeff was quickly ataköy escort getting waisted and going through the same typical shivers and shakes as I do so often. All present forming the circle could see Jeff was a Newbie at getting high and waisted on the good shit the Alphas had doctored just as I had done so innocently that first time with Tyrone locked in his Big ole Mercedes Sedan leaving Victory Park. The Cannabis was hitting Jeffrey hard. He tried to fight the effect, but soon his eyes rolled a bit and he slumped forward, hands over his face to support his hazed stupor and the uncontrollable emotional shivers. So, what does the Alpha Demarcus do but pulls Jeff right up against his nude body and put his arm around Jeff supporting him. Jeff’s head is then quickly placed on his shoulder as Demarcus starts rubbing his hands up and down over Jeff’s back, shoulders, and arms to comfort him as Tammy quickly joins Demarcus and the two quickly have Jeff’s shirt off and Tammy is going to town with her expertly trained fingers assisting Demarcus massage. Tammy soon is tweaking Jeff’s nipples to get Jeff calmed and enjoying the new high. The minute Demarcus saw that Jeff was relaxing and starting to sport a bit of wood, he and Tammy had him stripped and completely in the nude. Tammy was excitedly feeling Jeff’s muscled body, then instantly face down between Jeff’s legs coaxing his boner down her throat until it was fully expanded to its 8″ length and beginning to drool cock snot. Jeff now offered little or no resistance to Tammy’s manipulations, moaning out his pleasure. Demarcus quickly took control and had Jeff firmly lifted up in his arms and planted firmly sitting between his ebony thighs, Jeff’s back pulled tightly against his chest, head turned to the side as Demarcus shot-gunning large mouthfuls of the Cannabis into Jeff’s mouth, as Tammy kept him constantly edged sexually, but never allowing him to ejaculate. Before long Jeff just succumbed to the pleasures being offered. It was then that Tyrone scooted over and tried to drop a few of his magic pills down into Jeff’s mouth as he did with me so regularly. Jeff would have none of that until Tyrone pinched his nose until Jeff was forced to open his mouth to breathe. In quickly went the pills followed by big chugs and swigs from that trusty flask of GHB as Demarcus assisted by holding Jeff’s head back and his mouth open. Once Tyrone thought the GHB had had time to reduce Jeff’s resistance to the notorious date rape drug, he stood over Jeff and slowly spread cocksnot oozing from his own dickhead back and forth over Jeff’s lips, encouraging Jeff to stick out his tongue and taste of the sweet nectar being spread across his lips by whispering softly, “Be a good Boy now and taste the Sweet and Spicy Sauce. It’s good for you Boy! Just what you White Boys crave once you take that first taste of the Nectar. Come on Muscle Boy! Just take a little taste! Yea, let me see that little tongue come out now and take a little taste. That’s it, such a good Boy! Just take another little taste like that! Good Boy! Yea, you see, you like that taste already. Lick some more now right from the head of this Big Black Beauty. Now that’s real nice Boy! Keep your eyes open Muscle Boy, as I want you to see everything that is going on as we enjoy each other tonight for the first time.” He quickly had Jeff sucking him like a baby does on its mother’s nipples. Tammy kept Jeff boned orally as Demarcus greased up his fingers and worked them opening up Jeff’s bottom as he bounced him on one, two, and then three fingers as Jeff began to settle down in his lap. Eventually Demarcus lubed up his huge dick and lifted the now stoned and drugged Jeff up and held him up while Tammy guided Demarcus’s Big Black Anaconda Snake into Jeff’s bottom. I watched, as Demarcus’s huge dick slowly penetrated and disappeared in between Jeff’s buns as Tyrone penetrated me putting me again in the Zone. Demarcus whispered, “That’s it, Muscle Boy, enjoy now,” slowly lifting Jeff up and down on his huge Ebony Shaft. It wasn’t long and Brother Jeff was completely involved riding the huge dick, accepting, and moaning like I was doing at the hands of Tyrone at their side. What might have been a huge anal orgasm for Jeff, was constantly being squeezed off by Tammy, keeping Brother Jeff’s dick constantly Edged, near completion, but not allowed to ejaculate. Tammy and Demarcus evidently had done this many times and had the procedure perfected. The two worked as a team keeping Brother Jeff Edged for what I counted as five times before they finally allowed him to burst into his first explosive climax. It didn’t end there however! Tyrone almost chanted out for all to hear, “You like Nigger Dick just like your Baby Sis, I see now, Muscle Boy! Yea! You just like all White Boys too, soon you be liking these Big Black Juicers like you Sis Alexia. Demarcus and I can keep you well lubed too Boy all summer! Plenty of Big Ole Nigger Dick here in the Club to share with you and your Sis Alexia! You two are going to be popular! You both are Hot, Alexia Beautiful and you one Handsome College Muscle Boy. You both be very desired by the Club Members as you both learn to love and crave BBC!” I would have thought that would have been enough to empty Brother Jeff’s Balls, but obviously not, as Demarcus laid Jeff out on his back, lifted his legs up over his shoulders and fucked him Royally until the two seemed to amalgamate together. Jeff now showed no resistance as both Tyrone and Demarcus worked him over together from both ends, spit roasting him for a while longer. Demarcus picked up the dialog Tyrone directed at Jeff, “That’s a good Muscle Boy, squeeze that Nigger Dick and milk it, College Boy! Oh, Fuck Yea, that’s it. You’re going to make this Nigger a happy camper this summer, Muscle Boy as we tour around town in that fancy Porsche you got parked down in the garage. I got plenty of contact Bros going to UCLA that like white muscled jock boys like you. They will love keeping your holes well oiled, once you become a total connoisseur for Big Nigger Dick attending Club functions all Summer. I’ll have you craving us Big Black Dudes, tenderizing your Jock Slot. By the time you headed back to UCLA in that fancy Porsche, you be swinging and craving every Black Dick, just like your Baby Sister Alexia already learning last night at the Club.” The dialog switched back to Tyrone, “Yea, by the time summer over you will be more than happy to keep the Bros at the club serviced and happy. Once the Black Brothers at your fraternity house get the word that you take dick, you’ll be kept busy as their Muscle-Bitch. Hell, maybe half the UCLA Black Population be chasing your white ass once the word gets around you like Big Juicy Nigger Dick. Those pretty blue eyes and that curly brown hair and your toned muscled body will keep any Bro happy, as we keep your Pretty Sis Porked back here at home, happy as a newborn Baby Kitten. What say you to that College Boy?” “Get the Amyl Nitrate out of the Duffle Bag for Daddy Alexia and let us see if we can get Jeffrey here back into play again. He’s drooping a bit. Then get over here and relieve Tammy for a while perking up his nipples so Demarcus can put Brother Jeffrey in the Zone again. You hear me Baby Girl? Times a wasting Girl and your part of the Club’s Recruiting Team now!” ____________________________ Did you like the new revised plot, as now the story can continue if I get enough positive responses to this revision of Chapter 4. Let me know what you think. Thanks guys for any and all of your responses or hoo

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 Book IV: Yearning

By Ganymede

GLENIOLAIRE CASTLE, ACHARACLE, LOCHABER.  

Already running 15 minutes late, a grinning Daniil diverted to the castle kitchen. Mrs. McIntyre stopped mixing bread dough, dusting flour from her hands and apron as he hurried up. She extended her arms, holding him at arm’s length, momentarily looking him over, not admiring, in awe.

“Look at ye, Master Daniel, sooch a bonnie bairn.” She almost added, ‘an’ sexy, too.’

His endearing smile made her lightheaded. Nine years old, like a fashion model in a thick, soft, white Aran lattice-knit cashmere sweater, white-linen drawstring pants; angelic, if she didn’t know better.

“’e slept in an’ missed ‘is brekky, poor thing.”

He grinned back, no longer shy with her. Instead, he was circumspect, as Claire called it. What happened while he was ‘sleeping in’ was another secret she could never be told.

“Now, ‘e coom tae say ‘is goodbye,” she murmured, pulling him closer.

Young, slender boy burrowing his head below her bosom; somehow, she resisted her motherly urge. Still, she caressed curls before catching his eye, vibrant, bright, very aware.

She sniffled when they parted, the merest kiss on his forehead before she handed him a small bag of grapes, another with freshly made shortbread; her recipe of farola flour, brown sugar, and hand-churned butter from the farm up the road.

“Ye be sure tae send a postcard each week, Master Daniel.”

“I promise, Mum. Dad said I should text you every day, so you’ll always know where we’re at.”

He glanced behind. Claire waited patiently by the door. A final hug and he darted back, his breakfast in hand. She waited until they were halfway down the hall.

“There’s no shame in a boy loving a man; still, always be careful what you put in your texts,” she advised.

She pushed Alistair’s sporran behind her back to take his free hand, warm and soft. It didn’t seem big enough to hold his father’s erection. Little fingers engaged hers until she rubbed his palm the same way his father did, their special sign of secrets that could never be told.

“You never know who will read them, Mum,” he added, his whisper just loud enough to be heard.

They went out the servants’ entrance into a chilly, blustery morning, typical for early spring in the western Highlands. Clouds roiled over Loch Sunart, straggling toward Garbh Bheinn, where a breach allowed the sun to make drama from gloom.

“Like a spectacular stage set, isn’t it?” Claire remarked. “They could make movies here, like The Lord of the Rings.”

Daniil giggled. “Dad and I rehearsed a scene this morning, Mum… from The Laird of My Ring.”

Claire couldn’t stop laughing. Oblivious to drizzle-wet gravel, Daniil skipped around her as they passed Iolaire. They paused for a parting wave to Lyle, still sharing smiles from three days before. He was busy assisting a stonemason in tuckpointing the turret.

On the second floor, carpenters were installing walnut paneling—they could hear them joking about building a gay resort in the middle of nowhere.

“You think we’re doing the right thing with the hotel, Mum?”

Claire just smiled.

At that moment, the ‘right thing’ was targeting specific niches, middle-to-high income, with no exclusively gay competition outside Edinburgh and Glasgow; gay history buffs, gay car enthusiasts, gay fishermen… There were other sub-markets, too, writers, movies, artists…

“But gay birdwatchers; how many can there be, Mum?” he snickered, tugging her hand to slow down.

“Rather a lot, especially if Hellene Hawke gives tours. She adorable, always up for a lark.”

Daniil was definitely in a playful ankara escort mood. “She must swallow her pride when it comes to tits.”

She winked, impressed by nine-year-old double entendre in the making, even if he was pretending to hobble like Golum after a long hard bumming.

“Rather. She’ll teach you to swallow better than anyone, including her teacher.”

“Who was her teacher?”

“Someone you know quite well. She always dresses in brown.”

Now, it sounded mysterious. No wonder he stopped clowning and looked at her strangely.

“Nowadays, she’s a world-famous ornithologist when she’s not teaching at the University in London,” Claire went on. “I’ve known her since I was your age.”

Daniil stopped yet again, gazing up at the turret. The work had only just started, still plenty of time to stop, or change direction.

“Dad wants to rebuild our attic with a secret stair.”

“Money well spent in my opinion,” she said.

Not a few thousand pounds, or tens of thousands; a hundred thousand if it was to be done to conservation standards, and no government grants.

Too young to appreciate his burden as co-owner and heir, he smiled. It was impossible not to after the previous night. The three of them had taken a break from cleaning the Laird”s Chamber in Iolaire. After negotiating a treacherous stair, they found all sorts of things in the attic, including an antique canvas bosun’s chair suspended from a beam overhead.

He peeked at Claire. She was smiling, too.

“Dad thinks Alistair played Tarzan with Tuwile up there.”

She winked back. “Rather see you as Boy, and your dad playing Tarzan, wouldn”t I?”

At the time, she couldn’t stop laughing, and waving an oak belaying pin in front of his face. His father playfully lifted him up and into the chair, his kilt pushed high. After strapping his son in, Bruce had pulled on the block and tackle, raising him, swinging him from side to side.

“That wood thing was way too big for me,” Daniil said, relieved yet disappointed.

They smirked at each other. Bone dry, inserting even the smallest belaying pin was impossible. Even if they”d had goose grease, insertion would be difficult, slow and careful.

Daniil grinned. “Next visit, maybe I’ll be big enough.”

“After this morning, I can guarantee it,” Claire teased, a final look at the turret before leading him on. “It’ll be smashing when it’s done, a secret hideaway for the laird.”

“And his catamite.” Gleeful boy dragging behind, remembering his father poking the belaying pin into his butt crack, teasing him about a made-up tradition that turned Stirling boys gay.

She giggled. “Hopefully, his boy-wife.”

He grimaced, his way of saying he didn’t want to talk about it; not that he didn’t like the idea. Sometimes, it was all he thought about.

“You’re not to tell anyone what I did this morning. Promise?”

It was taking place when he woke up—it seemed longer than an hour ago. Alistair’s antique ivory toy slid in and out slowly. Strange way to start the day, scary too, with something that big waking him up, even if it was barely half of the way inside him. A few minutes later, was his first time fucking himself with a grownup dildo.

“I promise not a word to your mom… Ow, ahh, it’s so big,” she teased.

He made a face back. Alistair was big and demanding; and his hand had kept shaking as he moved it in and out. Only a few inches; however, it was easy when greasy.

“I keep remembering. I can’t help it…” he murmured. “… it was hurting at the end.”

“In a good way.”

“Doing it proves I’m gay for sure.”

“Rather. I could tell you loved every second. You’re thinking about it now, aren’t you?” She nodded, expecting, encouraging.

He stopped walking, unable to resist. ankara genç escort He exerted control to draw his plug deeper, deliberately pulling the handle into his crack. Closing his eyes to mere slits because it felt so nice, like having his father’s penis still buried inside him. He smiled when he finally peeked at her, still shy, nervous breaths, focusing on the sensation. Obvious didn’t come close.

“You have to do it as much as possible while you’re away from me. I want you to promise,” Claire said quietly.

He gave her a mocking look, licking his lips, giving deliberate concentrated pulls, relaxing the pressure, repeating, exercising, training himself.

“Until I say otherwise, you’re not to do sex stuff with anyone outside the Eros Union,” she resumed. “Only with us are you safe to be yourself.”

She stopped, still holding his hand, utterly entranced, and envious, but who wouldn’t be? Every time she looked at him… Oh, to have a boy of her own, shameless and sexy, exactly like him.

“Remember what I said upstairs, Master Daniel,” she said quietly.

He brushed curls from his forehead. “I want to be his… Graeme called it ‘para-something’, Mum.”

“Parastatheis.” She nodded reassuringly. “I know you do. Your father loves you a great deal. I expect it will happen, sooner than you think.”

“I love him, too, Mum.”

“It’s a big step, more for him than you. Like most men, he’ll need a little push to decide.”

Daniil grinned knowingly, fully aware of how to get what he wanted, what he needed to do.

“Do you remember how Cupid looked at Mars?” Claire said softly.

He nodded. His first glimpse of Plato’s ideal love was impossible to forget.

“Really being in love and making love are worlds apart.” She touched his cheek.

“Being with my dad, being his parastatheis, his boy-wife, that’s all I want, Mum.”

She regarded him fondly, still too young to appreciate the intricacies. It was the difference between the sacred ‘principle’ of pederasty and ‘principal.’

“Your dad wants the same thing. Remember when I said it’s a big step, especially for him? You’ll have to be Cupid.”

It hung between them until Daniil nodded.

“You’re Yielding exactly as you should, and Yearning is coming along nicely; however, your boy-hole still needs to be bigger,” Claire segued to the next item on her agenda.

“I’ll make sure Dad uses Alistair like you said, Mum.”

“You’re at the age when a boy needs regular shafting, at least twice a day.”

He looked up at her. “After this morning, I’ll use it, too Mum.”

She should’ve expected that. Her nephews were eight when they began daily dildo workouts, a year younger than Daniil.

“Just don’t hurt yourself trying to have orgasms with it.”

He quickly looked away. She smiled at his back. Eventually, he’d figure it out how to do it for himself.

She chuckled. “Silly boy; there’s no need to be embarrassed. You’re ready… Hopefully, when I see you at Handley House, you’ll be…”

“Be what, Mum?”

Unable to say it again, she lifted his chin, meeting his eyes. “You have no idea how much I’ll miss you.”

“It’s only three days, Mum.”

“A lot can happen in three days, Master Daniel.”

He stood on tiptoes, stretching to kiss her lips, only a peck. Unexpected, even startling; she took a deep breath, telling herself it was romantic, although it quite clearly wasn’t. Simon kissed her the same way, affectionate and caring. He saved his passion for his father, and other men and boys.

oUo

With Daniil in the passenger seat fiddling with the console controls, Bruce loaded their bags in the Aston Martin’s boot (trunk). Claire hovered nearby, reluctant to see Daniil leave without her, mothering him despite antalya escort her resolution not to.

“He’s nearly ready to take the next step, Bruce,” she confided.

“I thought we did last night… I mean after what happened…”

“His being eager is not yearning; just as climaxing together is not a spiritual union,” she interrupted. “You’ll know when it happens. Nothing else will matter except loving him.”

“I already love him.”

“Alone with him for a few days, you’ll love him so much it hurts.”

“But Gorsehill Lighthouse; it even sounds lonely.”

“I picked it because it’s secluded.”

“Ocean on one side, farms on the other. I should be glad they’re not moors.”

“Wuthering Heights it is not, Heathcliff,” she said, her tone withering. “There shouldn’t be more than a handful of visitors; hopefully, none.”

He smiled at the image. “Alone with my gorgeous boy; I suppose it might be fun.”

“It’s your best chance. I booked a room facing the ocean.”

“Two beds, right?”

She regarded him like a parent confronting a slow child.

“I told them your wife had to cancel at the last moment so there’s no inkling of the real reason why you’re there without her. You might warn Daniel before you arrive.”

Somewhat perplexed, Bruce regarded her—there was no way she could’ve known.

“Actually, we called her this morning. She was waiting at Gatwick for a commuter flight to Paris.”

Not a bit surprised, she looked through the rear window. Daniil was still adjusting the sound system.

“Remember, Bruce, love is in the eyes. His eyes and yours.”

“Carnal love meets ethereal love. Boy on his back, arms and legs around his man above; gentle, slow, not too deep, multiple orgasms; more importantly, I become part of him.”

“The sooner you take it to the next stage, the better,” she said, staying aloof.

“I got it covered, Claire.”

She closed the boot harder than she intended. “He needs exercise as much as intercourse. The plug should stay in between times.”

Bruce just nodded.

“Two fingers at least an hour a day, the same as I showed you last night.”

“Massage with lanolin behind. Masturbate with aloe vera cream.” Unnecessarily short, impatient or frustrated, who knew.

She shook her head, took a breath. “I hope you remember the rest of what I said?”

He frowned, resenting intrusion. “He needs to practice oral sex.”

“My friend, Hellene will take over instruction. I’m counting on you to do what we talked about, at least once every day. Even if both of you don’t enjoy it, the passive one most certainly will. And another thing; I put the sporran in the boot.”

“I noticed.”

“All catamites enjoy toys, Bruce. Most EU men enjoy using them, too.”

“I enjoyed doing it,” Bruce admitted, resentment barely checked.

“And watching him this morning; it excited you, didn’t it?”

It was all he could think of. “I didn’t mean to sound like an insensitive boor earlier.”

“Stop worrying about the money. It’s been my experience that the Union of Eros provides generously for its masters and catamites.”

He inhaled. “I added it up, Claire. Lyle’s best guesses, and what we talked about for a complete make-over. It came to over five million pounds.”

“My father…”

He cut her off, rudely and quite out of character. “… I called him after breakfast.”

“And?”

“I stopped listening when he mentioned ‘principal.’ There’s no way I’d borrow that much. Apart from Kate… If I default, Daniil loses everything. He’s made it very clear, he wants to live here with me.”

“My father didn’t mean a loan, Bruce. Taking on a limited partner is not the end of the world.”

“What is it with you people?” He calmed even as Daniil’s head jerked around. “You expect me to share my son with other men, and now his home, with a fucking partner.”

“It’s not the same,” she said flatly. “Go have fun with Daniil. Try hard enough, you might have a spiritual experience. Who knows; you might even end up with a boy-wife,” she snickered.

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Subject: Tree House Show and Tell This story is 100% fiction and is for mature readers only. If you are under 18 please leave now. Please note that all my stories are written for enjoyment only and not intended to give anyone ideas on what to do, what to try, or who to do things with. The actions taken in my stories should stay in your mind only and not expanded to real life situations. This story is a fantasy involving a young adult male and a few young boys. You can see a list of all my stories on the authors page under the author, Playtime69. All comments are appreciated and can be emailed ard. Please identify what story you are talking about when you send me a message. Even though I do not respond to all emails I do read them all and have used some of your suggested ideas in my stories. I also will write new stories with your suggested ideas. Just send me your ideas to address above with as little or as much information as you want to tell me including names, ages, sexes, positions, relationships, and what section on Nifty you want the story to go, etc. I will see what I can do with it. If you want to name the story that is fine too. Just make sure the information is yours and not from someone else’s story. Thanks for reading. Please, find it in your heart to donate to fty/donate.html without them we would not have a safe place to deposit and read such great stories. This story idea and basic information came from one of my readers. I took their information and worked it into the story you see here. I hope you enjoy this story about a man and his sexual adventures with a few young boys. Tree House Show and Tell by: Playtime69 “Phillip come downstairs and meet your new nanny, please.” I heard Mom call out. “Man! Just when I was winning too.” I said to my best friend Seth. “I know it always seems to work that way. Can I come downstairs to meet your nanny too?” Seth asked. “If you want. She will probably be an old woman like the last two have been.” I told him. Knowing I had better hurry, I ran down stairs before Mom yelled out again. I was flying down the stairs and when I got close to the bottom I looked up and seeing my new nanny I froze. He was far from being an old woman. First of all it was a man or should I say a young man. All I saw was his back but that was what caught my eye first. He was wearing tight jeans that snuggly fit is body. They showed off every curve of his tight sexy butt including his butt crack. I could not believe how gorgeous this young man was and if he was going to be my nanny, I was never going to want to grow up. Standing on the bottom step, I was unexpectedly pushed by Seth as he too was flying down the stairs and could not stop as fast as I had. Luckily I was not knocked down because that would have been embarrassing. I quickly regained my composure as Seth stood beside me also in awe of how good looking this man’s ass was. Mom gave me a dirty look like I should not have been running down the stairs but she was being polite and did not mention it thank goodness. “Zak, I would like you to meet Phillip, my son. Phillip is 9 years old and in the 4th grade.” Mom said as Zak turned around. Soon as Zak turned around my eyes quickly glanced over his body ending up on his crotch. Not only were his jeans skin tight in the back, showing off his tight muscular butt but they were also so tight in the front that I could almost see the veins on his huge dick. It seemed like my eyes were glued in place and just would not budge. That was until he spoke. “Hi Phillip. Nice to meet you.” Zak gently said. My eyes now making contact with his eyes as he spoke. He had the nicest dark blue that I had ever seen. His dark hair and nice smile finished off his loving face. He was wearing a tight tee shirt that not only showed off his chest but also showed his healthy looking muscles on his upper arms. I reached out and shook his outstretched hand while he spoke. His soft touch sent an electrical charge through my body as I began to feel my dick beginning to grow inside my shorts. “And who is this young man?” Zak gently asked as he reached out to shake Seth’s hand. “This is Seth. He lives next door and is my best friend.” I answered. “Nice to meet you Seth. And how old are you?” Zak asked. “Nice to meet you too. I am 12.” Seth stated. Mom then interrupted by saying, “Zak will be staying with us in the spare bedroom off of the kitchen. He is working on his Master’s degree. Most of his work will be done online so he will be here most of the time and if me or your father is not home Zak will be in charge and you will need to do just what he says. If he has to leave and we are not home then he will take you with him and we expect you to be a good boy where ever he takes you, ok?” “Yes Ma’am.” I answered. Zak said, “I am sure we will get along just fine.” “Ok you two, go back to your video games.” Mom said as she began to take Zak around the house so he could see where everything was. Seth stopped before making it to the stairs and asked, “Zak. Can I ask how old you are?” “Sure. It is no secrete. I just turned 22 years old.” Zak answered. I then had to add my last comment for what it was worth. “I will be 10 in a few months.” “Well happy early birthday to you.” Zak said with a smile. I giggled as I said, “Thanks.” Seth and I ran back upstairs to my bedroom and shut the door. “Did you see his sexy ass?” Seth asked me. “I sure did. It was hot, but not as hot as his cock. I wonder how big it would get if he got excited.” I pondered. Giggling, Seth answered, “Bigger than yours.” Playing around I grabbed a pillow and threw at him as I said, “Funny.” “Are you as horny as I am?” Seth asked. “Maybe. But we cannot do anything about it now. Mom might walk in on us any minute.” I told my friend. We continued playing until it was time for Seth to go home. The rest of the week was pretty boring. I had school. Zak moved his stuff into his new room. Seth would come over and we would talk about sex or play video games. “So what are you going to take to the tree house for ‘Show and Tell’ this week.” I asked Seth. “Is it my turn this week?” Seth asked. Giving him a stupid look I replied, “Yes…If it was not your turn do you think I would ask what you were bringing?” “I guess not. I…um…well…Something happened and I thought I would show everyone how I…um…can…you know.” He mumbled. “How you can what?” I probed. “Can shoot cum.” He blurted out. “No…Really? When did that start?” I asked. “It has been a couple weeks now.” He replied. Being a little upset, I commented, “And you never told me?” “Well. I guess I was a little surprised and a little embarrassed.” He explained. “Cool. That will be fun to watch. I can’t wait. Now there will be two guys shooting cum when we play.” I stated. “Yeah.” Seth said with a smile. Mom and Dad had a dinner party to go to Friday night so Zak and I had a boys night. We were going to watch a movie and have pizza right in the living room during the movie. Mom and Dad left telling me to be good, to do what Zak tells me to do, and that they would be late getting home. I kissed them both good bye as they walked out the door. With Mom and Dad gone, Zak gave me the rules to boy’s night. “Ok Phillip. You know how girls have slumber parties? You know where they all get together and wear pajamas and talk or play games and stuff?” He began saying. “Yeah. ” I answered in a confused tone. “Well…our boy’s night is similar. First we both have to shower. Then all we wear while eating and watching the movie, talking, or playing games, is our underwear. Is that alright with you?” He asked. That was more than alright with me but I was not going to let on that I was that excited about it so I simply answered, “That is fine.” I ran upstairs to took a bath then I picked out the tightest pair of underwear I had and slipped them on. I wanted to show off what I had, even though it was not very much. Zak, too, went off to shower and to get dressed. I was the first back into the room so I turned on the TV and picked out a movie to watch. It was not long when I saw Zak enter the room wearing a nice tight pair of sexy black underwear. I had never seen any like them before and as soon as I saw them I wanted some in my size. “I got the pizza ordered. Should be here in about 30 minutes. I thought we could talk until it gets here then we can start the movie and eat.” Zak suggested. “Ok. What are we going to talk about?” I asked. “What if I ask a question. Then you ask a question. We just take turns until the pizza gets here.” He told me. “Fun. You go first.” I offered. “Ok. When your mother was showing me around I saw the tree house in the back yard. Tell me about it and who uses it and what for.” He started with. “It is mine. Me, Seth, and two other guys use it, mainly on Saturday and Sunday afternoons. We just kind of have a little club. We do a Show and Tell. Each weekend one of us brings in something or does something different. Kind of silly I guess but sometimes it is fun.” I told him. Then I asked him a question, “Do you have a girlfriend or boyfriend that you are seeing?” Looking at me with a funny look he answered, “No. Not at this time.” Quickly returning the personal question he asked, “Do you?” Giggling I stated, “No. I am only 9 years old.” I was beginning to feel my little prick beginning to stir and by looking at Zak’s crotch I could tell his was too, so I backed off before getting myself in too deep. I just asked some generic questions and Zak followed suit by doing the same. I was not going to push too hard because I knew we would have more time to get better acquainted in the future. The pizza showed up so we stopped the questions and ate pizza while watching the movie. We had a good time and when it was over I felt a little lonely as I laid in bed. I thought about Zak and his package wondering how big he got when he was hard. I also wondered if he shaved or not. I had heard some older guys shaved their cock and balls. Mikey one of the other guys in the tree house group did a show and tell one time of him shaving his hair off. I actually liked him hairless compared to him having hair down there. Mikey is the oldest of the group so he teaches us a lot during Show and Tell. Being only 9 years old I had very little to no experience with girls. This only left men and boys to learn and do stuff with. I guess that was why guys turned me on so much. I finally fell asleep thinking about guys, sex, and guy parts. The next morning at breakfast, Dad asked how the previous night went. I told him it was fine and that we just watched a movie and ate pizza for dinner. I did not mention anything about doing so in my underwear. I also did not mention how much I liked seeing Zak half naked. Things continued to go fine but since I was still in school and Mom and Dad did not have any long trips there was little I had to do with Zak. We did have some more boy’s nights when my parents had a dinner party to go to. Other than that there was not much between Zak and I, sexually that is. School ended and my parents had to go out of town for about a month. They wanted to take me but since there would not be anything for me to do and that they would not have time to spend with me they thought it best for me to stay with Zak. I did not have a problem staying home because Zak was fun to be anadolu yakası escort around. My parents had not been gone but a few days when I was riding my bike down a steep hill a few blocks over from where I lived. I had been told not to ride there because it was too dangerous. I was on my third trip down and was thinking I was better than I was when a car backed out into the road. I tried to stop but at the last second I knew I was not going to stop in time so I bailed off the back of my bike. I landed on my leg first then bounced over and slid down the hill on my butt. I was lucky my bike landed in the grass and was not damaged. I was also lucky I did not hit the car and there was no damage to it either. The only damage done was to my leg and my butt. I really did not know what to do. I was in a lot of pain and with no one around I did feel lucky in one sense. I was in too much pain to ride my bike home so I picked it up and pushed it home. My pants were torn and I could see blood running down my leg as I hobbled along. I knew it needed to be cleaned up so as soon as I entered the house I called out, “Zak! Zak! You here? I need help! Zak!” “I’m here. What’s wrong?” Zak called out as he ran into the room, thinking there was a super emergency. “I…I…I had an accident.” I said through my sniffles. Seeing I had not lost a limb and was not going to die, he said, “What happened?” Taking me by the one hand that was not scrapped up he explained, “Well looks like we need to get you cleaned up to see how bad it is.” He pulled me into his bathroom as I told him what I had done. He told me that next time I had better listen to my parents and that they know best. As I sniffled he wiped away my tears. I begged him not to tell my parents about what I had done. He told me he would have to see how bad it was first. “Pull your pants off so I can clean up your leg.” Zak began saying. I bent over and took off my shoes then began to remove my pants. He noticed how much pain I was in as I slid them down. He told me to sit on the side of the tub so he could wash his leg off but when I sat down I yelped from the pain of my hurt butt. “Did you land on your butt too?” He asked. “Yessssss.” I sniffled. “Pull your underwear off so I can see how bad it is.” Zak suggested. I pulled my underwear down and stepped out of them. Zak looked at my naked skinned up butt and told me that it could have been worse but he was going to have to wash me off and then put some cream and bandages on the worst spots. I took my shirt and socks off and I stepped into the tub. Zak then got the water warm and using the sprayer attachment of the shower he directed the water flow to my damaged leg. The water instantly turned red as it went down the drain. When the dried blood was gone he shut the water off and poured hydrogen peroxide on my wounds. Most of it did not hut but it bubbled a lot. He told me that was good that it was getting rid of anything that would cause an infection. When the bubbles stopped he again rinsed off my leg. “Ok. That takes care of the leg. Not good but I think you will live. Now let’s take a closer look at your butt.” He said. Not knowing why, I began to get a funny stirring feeling in my balls. It was the same feeling I got when Mikey showed us all how to shave the hair on his cock and balls. Zak began to lightly wash my butt being careful not to press too hard. He poured some hydrogen peroxide on my damaged butt to make sure I would heal properly. He washed my butt off with some soap and water making sure I was clean. He had me turn around to check for any other damage. The thing was I had sprung a stiffie that stuck straight out from my hairless balls. It only measured 4.5″ and was only about twice the thickness of a pencil but it was something I was proud of. “Looks like you liked having some special attention.” Zak stated. Giggling I said, “Yeah. I like your soft touch.” “Let me finish you up then I will put some salve on you and bandage it up.” Zak told me with a grin. He took the soap and rinsed off my hard little pecker then began to rub the soap all over my cock and balls. He continued to wash it with his gentle touch as his fingers found their way in my butt crack and to my butthole. His finger slipped just to the inside of my hole but not really penetrating it. He got me all clean and rinse off all the soap. When he finished I was harder than when he started. I stepped out of the tub where Zak began to dry my wet naked body off. When dry he grabbed a towel and told me to lay on his bed. I laid down on the towel he had laid out. I was face first into his bed. My still hard dick pushed into his mattress. He began to put some cream on my damaged leg. He then put some bandages on the still bleeding areas. With my leg complete he moved to my butt. He rubbed the cream on my butt causing a fantastic feeling between my legs. Partly because he was rubbing my butt and partly because he was pressing down causing my hard dick to rub on his bed. “Can you do the front now?” I asked when he had me sit up on the edge of the bed. “What if I do something to make you forget about the pain?” Zak offered. “Ok.” I confusingly answered. With no other conversation Zak bent down and in one swoop sank my dick and balls into his mouth at one time. I let out the loudest moan of pleasure you could imagine. I had played with my little rod before and had even seen Mikey shoot his cum, so I knew the basics about the male orgasm but I had never felt such a great pleasure in my life. That was just the start as Zak then began to suck on my privates as he ran his tongue up and down and around the head of my penis. The more he played the better it felt. Eventually he let my little hairless balls fall from his lips but continued to suck and play with my cock itself. I felt his hand as it gently cupped my balls while pulling on my shaft with the suction of his mouth. By this point I had completely forgotten about the accident and all the pain I was in. I sat there and watched the back of his head as it went up and down in my lap. I could feel my dick sliding in and out of his lips. I guess instinct too over and I began to thrust my hips up and down, shoving my dick further in and out of his mouth. All of a sudden I felt his tongue batting my little dick head back and forth. This feeling plus the sucking and pumping in and out of his mouth was all too much. I hit the peak of my excitement causing my orgasm to explode. I began to shake as I again let out a loud moan. I grabbed Zak’s head and pulled it tight to my crotch so that he would quit moving. The licking and sucking I was enjoying just a few seconds ago was now pain and tourcher as the orgasm was ending. My dick head had become very sensitive and I did not want it touched, licked, or even sucked on. I just wanted the orgasm to finish and to be left to come down naturally. Little did I know, Zak had other plans in mind. Not only did he fight my restraint, he continued to lick and suck my super sensitive male gland. I began to pant and moan in more of a painful tone than a sexual pleasurable type. All my moans and movements took no effect on Zak or what he was doing to me. As he continued to work on my still very sensitive dick, the pain and discomfort began to diminish. I began to relax and once again I was enjoying the lip service I was receiving. Zak could tell the orgasm was over and that I was ready for another. He again picked up speed. He licked and sucked at my dick as his fingers played with my balls. His other hand made its way into the crack of my ass and moved along until his fingers found my little tight virgin puckered butt hole. He began to tease the area around the hole as his lips and mouth began to work over my once again growing dick. He sucked and tugged on my balls as his other hand began to get closer and closer to puncturing my rectum. “Mmmmmm. That feels different. Good but different.” I commented. He let me know he heard by sucking and pumping harder and faster on my dick. His hand then made more of a move to pleasure me by way of my asshole. Sometime in all the playing his fingers found time to pull out and find some lube that was in the night table drawer. He lubed up his fingers and took them back to my ass where he then continued to tease my never violated hole. I was very close to another orgasm when he began to pound my privates with his face. My hard dick head rubbing the back of Zak’s mouth each time he went down on me. I once again began to shake and was getting the nice feeling. Zak could tell and at just the right time Zak shoved his finger into my asshole causing an intense amount of pleasure that rocked my world. I just thought the first time was good. This one made that orgasm feel like it was just a baby orgasm. “Fuck! Yes!!!” I screamed. The pleasure making me say things I had never thought of saying. This time he allowed me to come down naturally without having to fight the sensitivity of my dick head. My eyes rolled back in my head as my eyelids closed shut. My breathing became very labored and I became very relaxed. Zak pulled his finger from my butthole, leaving me with a feeling of emptiness. Zak kissed me on the lips and helped me lay back on the bed. He covered my naked body up with a light sheet before again kissing me on the cheek. “You rest now, little man. You have been though a lot the past few hours. I will come get you when it is time to eat.” Zak quietly said. He turned out the lights and shut his door and I knew nothing more for several more hours. It was around 6:00 or so when I heard him come back into his room. He turned on the lights and woke me up with a kiss to the cheek. He asked how I was feeling and I told him I was in pain mainly from my legs but some on my bottom. He asked about my butthole to which I told him that was fine just lonely. I wanted him to know I enjoyed what he had done and wanted him back again. He helped me up and told me I could eat dinner naked since it was just the two of us in the house. I was grateful I did not have to wear clothes because of the pain. He gave me some pain pills before we ate which helped once they took effect. Dinner was alright but I wanted more sex than food at that point. After dinner, some TV time, and kitchen clean up, Zak told me that I was going to take a shower with him so he could clean my wounds again before bandaging them for the night. I was all in favor of that, especially since if he was going to also shower I would get to see him naked for the first time. He laid a fresh towel on his bed and got all the necessary things ready to take care of my injuries. We went into his bathroom and Zak removed my old bandages. Most of the bleeding had stopped but he had me stand inside the tub first. He then put more hydrogen peroxide on the wounds. I could feel it bubbling but it did not hurt this time. Then came the time I had been looking for, Zak pulled his shirt up and over his head. His muscular chest and arms looked even more exciting as he moved around. Next he lowered his shorts leaving just his nice form fitting underwear. I had see him this naked before but being able to watch him undress was even more exciting. He then slowly turned around and lowered his underwear. I am not sure if he was embarrassed about showing me his cock or if he was just teasing. Whatever the reason I was just happy when the teasing ankara anal escort part was over and he turned around so I could see his dick and balls. Was he shaved? Was he hairy? Fuck hurry up and show me. I thought to myself. If I had not been holding on to the walls to steady myself anyway, I would have lost my balance and would have fallen. The beautiful sight of his cock and balls was more than I could ever had hoped for. He had the biggest dick I had ever seen, not that I had actually seen many in real life anyway, but being a fat 6″ long limp it was definitely going to be huge when he got hard. It had a different look to it than mine or any of the other guys in the tree house group. Later I found out his was uncut where mine and the others was called cut. All I could do was to stare at it with fascination as he started the water. He began to wash me like he had done before only this time he was naked also. When he got around to the front of me, Zak found I was as hard or harder than I had been earlier that day. Saying nothing this time, Zak washed my little dick and balls paying close attention to my asshole. He also washed my chest, face, and hair. I had been completely cleaned by the time he was finished. “Do you want to get out and wait while I wash or do you want to stay in here and watch me wash?” Zak asked. “That was a stupid question.” I thought to myself. “I will stay and watch if you do not mind.” I replied hoping he would let me stay. He backed me up so I was out of his way and he began. He started at the top and washed his face. Doing so his eyes were closed and I was able to watch his dick with anticipation of what was going to happen later that night. His hair was next and again with his eyes closed I stuck my hand out like I was going to play with his dick. I did not touch it but sure wanted to. He moved down soaping up the rest of his body. He paid close attention to his asshole and balls. When it came to his dick he pulled some lose skin down and there it was, his dick head. “Wow,” I thought. That is cool. He hides his dick head inside the skin. I wonder what happens when he gets hard. He finished up with the soap and rinsed everything off. Again he paid close attention to his asshole, his balls, and his dick skin covering. He turned off the water and grabbed the towel. He fist dried me off then he dried himself off. I was rock hard by the time he finished and Zak sure did notice. “Did you like the show?” He asked. “I sure did.” I told him. Then without thinking I asked, “Can I touch it?” “Sure. Go ahead.” He said. I consciously reached out and gently touched his wrinkly skin. It did not feel any different than my skin other than it was bigger, more of it, and seemed to be bumpier. He told me that I could go ahead and inspect it if I wanted. I sure did want to. I took my other hand and pulled the skin back to see his dick head. He had a bigger hole but then his dick was four times as thick as mine and a whole lot longer. I began to slid the skin back and forth like I was jacking him off. I really did not know what I was doing other than pretending that I did. I must have been doing something right because it began to grow. I watched his eyes as they closed. He began to quietly moan as his shaft began to get even longer. I wondered when it was going to stop. It now took both hands to get a good grip on it. I was still pulling at it like I was jacking him off. The problem was that lose skin was now tighter. It still could cover the head but not as easily. It finally stopped growing at about 8.5″ and when I let go it gently bounced up and down in rhythm of his heartbeat. “Ummmm. You had better stop for now. I have not had sex in quite some time and have not even jacked off in over a week so I am just about to explode.” Zak moaned. “So? You made me feel good earlier. It is my turn to make you feel good.” I explained. “You really mean that?” Zak wondered. “Sure do.” I blurted out. Zak took me by my hand and led me to his bed. I got on his bed and he quickly put some salve on my wounds and then bandaged them up real well for the night. He then had me lay down face first and I felt his loving fingers working the salve all over my butt. He told me that my butt was nice and that I did not need any bandaged but would need the salve applied three to four time a day. I told him that would be fun. Next he had me sit on the edge of the bed again and again made sure I really wanted to pleasure him. “Would you like to suck my cock and drink my cum?” Zak asked. I could not back out now so I said, “Yes.” His dick had gone a little soft so he told me to play with it again and when ready to stick it in my mouth and suck. I played with it and soon it was back up to the 8.5″ mark. I pulled on it finding a lot of clear liquid leaking out of his hole. I leaned forward and gave it a swipe with my tongue. It really tasted good but more than that was the pleasure I got by hearing Zak moan like a little boy. “Oh, Baby. Again. Lick it again.” He begged. I did what my nanny wanted and I licked his piss hole again. He again let out a very pleasurable moaning sound. I licked several more time each after pulling on his shaft to release more of that yummy clear liquid I came to know later as pre-cum. I then began to play with his balls, now thinking for the first time that he balls and dick was not hairy but they were not shaved either. It looked like they had been shaved at some point but he was letting it grow back for some reason. I figured I would have to figure out why later. I moved in closer as I opened my mouth. I pulled the skin back and slowly shoved his cock into my mouth. I was careful not to bite him or scrape his tender dick with my teeth. He again let out a loving moan of pleasure. I began to suck him like he sucked me. I played with his balls then I sucked. I would then suck a while then play with his balls. Finally, I sucked and played with his balls at the same time. This really rocked his world as he began to slowly thrust his hips at me pushing his dick further into my mouth. I then began to slip his dick in and out of my mouth but I was already getting sore because his dick was so fat. I went faster and sucked harder trying to make him cum faster. I was not sure how much more my mouth could handle. “Fuck. You are a good cock sucker. I am about to cum.” He warned me. I prepared myself for his cum as best I could. I really did not know what to expect. It was not very long and I was awarded with a huge mouthful of warm thick yummy cum. I drank what I could but quickly began to choke so some spilled out and dripped down my lips and chin. When Zak was done cumming and his massive orgasm had subsided he looked at my cum covered face and chuckled, saying, “Looks like I made a mess. Guess I had better clean you up.” With that he leaned forward and began to lick his cum from my face until I was clean. He had me get into bed with him where we then kissed. He shared his cum coved tongue with me and I shared my little boy tongue with him. We kissed for a while before he told me that I had better sleep with him that night in case I needed anything. I was not going to complain at all about his idea. We snuggled up close and soon we were both asleep. I did not know anything until I woke up the next morning. I smelled bacon and eggs cooking but could not get out of bed because of the soreness from the accident. I laid there waiting for Zak to come check on me. It was not long and I heard the door open. “Are you awake Phillip?” I heard Zak call out. “Yeah but I and too sore to move.” I replied. “That is what I figured. Just stay there.” He said. “Ok.” I told him. A few minutes later I saw him returning carrying a tray of food. He said he figured I needed to stay in bed again today so he had brought me breakfast in bed. I was hungry so I enjoyed the meal. He applied some salve to my butt again and let me go back to sleep. The same thing happened for lunch. By the time dinner came I told him that I was tired of staying in bed and wanted to get up to eat and watch TV. He told me that was alright but I had to have the salve rubbed on my butt again. I enjoyed that part so I did not complain. After dinner and our evening shower, I asked if it was my turn to be sucked. He asked if I wanted to learn something new. I told him that I would love that. “This is called docking. It is when a guy puts his cock inside the foreskin of another guy. They then proceed to jack off together.” Zak explained. “That sounds like fun.” I replied. “We first need to get you hard. It will work best if I am semi hard too. Would you like me to suck you until you get hard or would you rather me jack you off?” Zak asked. I did not have to think long. “Suck me. Please.” I told him. He instantly bent over and began to give me a blow job. It did not take long and I was sticking straight out. When I looked over I saw he too was almost fully erect. Because of our height difference we found it worked best if Zak sat on the bed and I stood. This also worked best with my sore butt. He had me step close to him to where my hard dick was right up next to his. He then pulled his foreskin back letting me see his beautiful cock head. He then took my dick head and put it tip to tip with his. It was like our two cocks were kissing. Finally he rolled his foreskin back over his head also covering my little prick. That alone felt real nice. I could feel the heat from his body and the wetness from his pre-cum. Zak then began to jack himself off while hiding my cock in place. It was like he was jacking us both off together. I could tell Zak was really enjoying the action because the more he pumped the wetter it got inside. “Yes, Baby. Fuck me back Honey.” Zak was telling me as he pumped our cocks together. I began to pump my cock in and out of his cock as he held us together by our dicks. I finally found just the right place, speed, and angle to produce the best feeling. Once I found just that right spot there was no stopping me. I began to pump harder and harder and soon Zak was just sitting there while I was doing all the work. “Zak…I…am…about to cum.” I announced. “Good. I want to feel your shaking orgasm.” He moaned. I was almost out of steam when it hit me. I began to shake and quiver as the lovely feeling of an intense orgasm swept over my small young body. The shaking combined with the sight of me having an intense orgasm triggered Zak and he too began to hit the orgasm threshold. With some moaning and a few jerks Zak exploded. I could feel his cum being blasted against the head of my young dick. The hot cum then forced its way through the cracks and began to drip to the floor as it coated both our hard throbbing dicks. Eventually we separated and I fed him my cum coated dick and he fed me his cum coated dick. We each licked the other clean before getting in bed together naked. We slept arm in arm once again. The next day was pretty much the same except I was allowed to spend the day on the couch, still naked of course. That night Zak taught me how to fuck him in the butt. He showed me how to lube him up and lube my cock up and how to push my dick into his tight asshole. I wanted him to do that to me but due to the size of his dick he said it would not be a good idea. For the rest of the week we fucked and sucked each other. We also spent each night in each other’s arms. The weekend came ankara anal yapan escort and went with one of the other guys doing the Show and Tell for the week. The next weekend was my turn so I began on Tuesday talking to Zak. I asked him if I could take him as my Show and Tell. I wanted to show all the others how we liked to suck and fuck each other. Mainly I wanted them to see Zak cum all over my little dick as it was encased in Zak’s foreskin. Besides that I also wanted Zak to have fun. He had taught me so much that I wanted him to have a lot of fun. I finally was able to convince Zak that no one would say anything and that he would enjoy the two evening sessions. Saturday afternoon I went up to the tree house and met the other three boys. I was last to get there so they were all sitting around looking at some porn magazines that Mikey had found. They were his older brother’s that his brother had hidden under his bed. Mikey found them and decided to share with the rest of us. Mikey and Seth the two oldest ones were already hard as they pawed through the magazines. They really were looking close at the ones that had guys fucking girls. They looked to enjoy seeing a cock buried inside of a hole. Brian was just a few months younger than I was. He was, like me, completely hairless between his legs. He too had not been able to shoot cum yet but he loved to play with himself. He also like to have Mikey jack him off. I like to watch as Mikey would begin to touch and then masturbate Brian’s tiny dick. No one was naked yet but only because they were waiting on me to get there before starting. It was my turn for Show and Tell and that person was the one that got to decide how and when we could begin playing with ourselves. “Hi guys.” I said as I peaked my head into the tree house. “Get your ass in here. I am about to explode.” Mikey yelped. “Me too. I have been looking at these naked girls and guys long enough. I need the real thing so I can blast a load across the floor.” Seth added. “Ok already. It is my turn for Show and Tell, so I get to start things off, right?” I began by saying. “Yeah, so?” Seth commented. “Well for the past two weeks I have been doing stuff that puts all those magazines to shame.” I brazenly told them. “Fuck you. You have not been doing anything of the sort.” Mikey boldly stated. Giving them all a dirty look because they did not believe me I said, “That is why I brought my own live Show and Tell item.” “Who? Where? I do not see anyone.” Mikey called out. I yelled down, “Come on up Zak.” All three of the other guys almost shit on themselves when my own personal nanny climbed up the ladder and entered the tree house. It was a pretty tight fit but the five of us were all in there and still had room to move around. They were all speechless as they looked at his amazing body. He wore a tight tee shirt and his tight jeans. The ones that I saw him wearing the first time I saw him. Seth already knew him and knew how sexy he was but had no idea I had been having sex with him so he was just as surprised as the others when I brought Zak in as my Show and Tell item. Zak then took the floor as he said, “So I hear you all like sex stuff and to do things like masturbate.” They all agreed as they stared at his gorgeous body with their mouths open. Just by looking at them I could tell they wanted more. I asked if they were ready to see what Zak and I liked to do. They all quickly said they wanted to watch. I looked over at Zak and asked him if he was ready to show the others how much fun we had been having. He smiled as he said he was ready. Zak did a slow strip tease as the boys all got excited. Zak was down to his sexy tight underwear when I looked over and everyone of them had a bulge between their legs. I thought they were all going to explode when they finally saw his dick. Zak looked over at me and said, “Your turn.” I was in more of a hurry so I wasted no time in stripping. I too was down to my underwear before I stopped. Zak looked at me and I looked at Zak and at the same time we both dropped our underwear. Zak was not hard yet but being 6″ long and only semi erect I wondered what was going to happen when they saw his monster 8.5″ hard cock. Mine on the other hand was hard as a rock. I think I was more excited about letting the other guys watch me and Zak have fun than I was in doing it myself. “Wow. Look at the size of that thing.” Brian called out. Proudly I announced, “Yeah and he is not even hard yet.” “Fuck he is big and what is that covering over the head?” Mikey asked. “That is my foreskin. I am not cut so I have more skin around my cock than ones that are cut like Phillip.” Zak explained. I was more than ready to get things started so I wrapped my hands around Zak’s dick causing all the other boys to gasp. I began to tug on his shaft as I tried to wake it up. Zak reached over and began to play with my already hard shaft causing me to giggle form his touch. It did not take long for Zak to get hard once be began playing with my little hairless dick. When Zak was at his max length of 8.5″ he asked me, “Are you ready to show the others what we do?” I nodded that I was ready. He pulled his foreskin back and shoved his cock into my face. I opened my mouth as he rubbed his dick head on my lips. Zak slipped his mighty dick head into my mouth and instantly my tongue went to work. I licked his head and played with his balls. I was not only loving the time I was having with Zak but I think I was even more excited because I had three other guys watching. I took Zak right up to the point of exploding cum all over my face before he had me stop. We switched and Zak began to suck my dick and balls as he also began to finger my asshole. I was so excited I just wished I could blow cum like Zak did. Zak had taken me too close to an orgasm to stop and he knew it. I began to shake to the point I looked like I was having a seizure. I was moaning and groaning as I was just at the top of my orgasm when Zak shoved his finger up my ass. That was it. I exploded with a hard long lasting orgasm that took all my friends by surprise. They had never see me have such a hard orgasm and for most they never had been so blessed either. I laid on the floor of the tree house shaking and moaning as all eyes were on my throbbing cock. It was bouncing up and down as I tried to gain back my composure. Zak was sitting next to me rubbing my face, chest, stomach and arms as he was trying to make sure I knew he was there and that he cared about me. Eventually I recovered and sat up next to Zak. “Who’s next?” Zak asked. Seth, Mikey, and Brian all said at once, “Me!” Smiling Zak informed them. “I need to see skin before I can suck you.” They all couldn’t get naked fast enough. There were clothes flying around and arms and legs bumping into each other as they all stripped completely naked. Zak lined them up by cock size. Brian was first at 4″ and even thinner than I was. Seth was next at about 5.5″ and then the biggest was Mikey at a nice 6″ and thicker than any of the rest of us boys. “So who shoots cum?” Zak asked them. Mikey proudly said, “I do.” Seth followed saying, “I do too but not as much as Mikey.” “I will start with Brian, then Seth, and finally Mikey.” Zak informed the guys. Zak began sucking and playing with the other boys one by one until they all had a fantastic orgasm. I felt a little sad as I watched Seth and Mikey blast loads of cum down Zak’s throat. I just wished I could satisfy Zak by giving him cum of my own. I just hoped that someday I too could feed Zak my cum. By the time he had sucked all the guys to a massive orgasm he was dripping more pre-cum than I have ever seen him drip. “Can we see you cum now?” Mikey begged. “Sure.” Zak said as he lined us all up in a line. Zak pulled back his foreskin and fed me his cock. I sucked on him for a couple minutes. He then pulled out and fed his dick to Brian. Brian sucked on him for a few minutes before moving on to Seth. After a few minutes of Seth’s lips locked around his cock he moved to Mikey. Mikey worked him over before pulling out and allowed me to have some more time sucking his cock. Zak moved one by one through the four of us before he was super close to cumming. When he knew he could not last any longer he positioned all four of us face to face and let us all lick his dick at one time. We played with his balls and licked his shaft and head until Zak exploded. Zak began shooting his cum all over our faces. With each of us there with open mouths we each got some in our mouth but most landed on our faces. “Lick each other clean!” Zak demanded. Following orders we each began to lick someone else until all the cum was gone. We wanted him to know he was in control but we also wanted more. It was getting late by then so we all dressed and went home. That night I asked Zak if he was coming back Sunday for the next meeting. He agreed but only if all the guys would fuck him in the ass. I told him I was sure they wanted too but I told him I was not sure I wanted to share. This was the first time he figured out how much I liked him. He agreed that this would be the only time then after that his ass was mine until I was tired of it. I agreed. That night we ate dinner then showered together and slept arm in arm even though most of my wounds had healed. It had now become a habit with us sleeping together. I was already not looking forward to when my parents got home. Sunday all five of us was back in the tree house and in no time at all we were all naked. We all touched and played with each other until we were all hard as a rock. None of the others knew what Zak and I had planned for the last day of my Show and Tell. “Any of you want to fuck my nanny’s asshole?” I asked. I thought they were all going to shoot cum when I asked. They all said wanted to so Zak got some lube and lubed up his hole. He passed the lube around and told them to get ready for the ride of their life. Zak got on all fours and one by one we all fucked his ass. Seth and Mikey filled his hole with their cum making it extra slippery. We all made more than one trip to the asshole of our dreams, fucking him hard and fast until we each had multiple orgasms. On the third round I decided I had allowed him to be fucked enough. After I had had my third orgasm I crawled between his legs and began to suck his cock as the others fucked his butt. Just as Mikey laid his third load of cum in Zak’s hole I took him over the top and Zak deposited his load of cum down my throat. I was able to drink most of it but I did have some dribble down my face. Zak saw it and immediately licked it clean. Zak then gave me a hug and kiss right in front of the others before dropping the bomb on them. “I hope you all liked Phillip’s Show and Tell this weekend, but my holes belong to Phillip so I hope you will understand when I tell you that I am no longer available to be fucked by anyone other than Phillip.” Zak told the other guys. I was a little embarrassed but was also really giddy hearing Zak tell the others that he was now off the market. We all dressed and went down to the ground. There he kissed each of the other boys. When it was my turn he gave me a hot hard passionate kiss. That night Zak and I celebrated our relationship with more fucking and eventually we went to bed together. From then on when my parents were gone I slept in bed with Zak. When my parents were home I slept in my own bed but we still fucked every chance we had. Time went by and Zak stayed on until he was no longer needed by my parents. He never moved from town and we continued to see each other. When I turned 18, I moved in with him and to this day we are happy and still in love with each other. The End

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Subject: Changing Tide (Chapter 1) (Adult Youth, High School, Gay) Thanks for clicking my humble story. Feel free to get in touch ail I’m homeless right now so if you’d like to make a donation, I’d be eternally grateful. Nothing is a bigger turn on than a little generosity. My Bitcoin wallet code is 3Kx91bvpdoZoCAygqFRdfvzmhmVfYzSe8L ************************* Changing Tide (Chapter 1) by Cato Callahan She took the dog when she left. I can’t pretend our love was one for the ages, but we’d settled into a rhythm and there was comfort in that. She used to take my little sister shopping, and when we visited home she brought mum gardenias and asked dad about the footy. Too often, I’d promised weekends of excitement (or at least quiet intimacy) and then found myself absorbed in the drudge of Year 9 lesson plans, or scaling a stack of senior essays. She didn’t complain, but the tone she used to concede got flatter each time. There were no violent barks of insult or emotion when she left. I kissed her cheek, scratched Barney’s chin, and waited for her to look back as she closed the door. There would’ve been a satisfying finality in that. She didn’t, and I melted into the lounge with a beer. I finished five without thinking and what was left of yesterday’s pizza, watched Melbourne Storm play the Bunnies then flicked over to `Fight Club’ and dozed off before the end. I’ve seen it before, but I’d rather not talk about it. Sleep came fast, and it was probably more like six or seven if I’m honest, but the last few weren’t cold. Then a heavy bang on the door and my name through the window. I blinked awake through the thud of bad choices behind my eyes. Morning, and a crick in my neck from half-upright sleep. Breath hoppy and full of pepperoni. “You’ve been warned, bud. I’m coming in now!” Jack knew where I hid the spare key. He’d been my best mate since school, and he let himself in when he puppy-sat or watered the plants. He did the same if he ran out of grog. “Make sure you’re decent.” He walked in with two coffees in a tray and a hand shielding his face in mock anticipation. “Can I open my eyes? Or are you paralysed from a night of angry wanking?” Then he moved his hand to check his joke hand landed and I gave him one breath of snicker out of obligation. “Probably better if you delete the messages you sent last night.” Fuck. He laughed and passed me a coffee. “I wouldn’t worry too much. I could hardly read most of them. She packed and gone then?” “She was packed when I got home. Gave herself away.” “Shit, bro. Sorry.” Jack and I had a friendship people didn’t expect of two twenty-something Aussie beach rats. When we were kids, you rarely heard one name without the other. It was Max-and-Jack causing trouble. Or Jack-and-Max breaking hearts. And it was true we got up to the usual mischief – along with some unusual mischief that doesn’t bear repeating. Under bravado though, there was a trust that was certain and unconditional. We were both the eldest in houses of women, with dads who had cut and run. We grew up in Nippers on the sand at Bronte, and were as good as brothers by the time we were surfing the Bondi headland. We loved each other, which might not be unusual, but sometimes after snorting fits of belly-laughs at something completely stupid, we told each other. I knew that was rare, and I was grateful for it. After a short post-mortem of the relationship, and the usual affirmations that she just wasn’t the right girl, more fish in the sea, lucky to have you, and the rest, Jack slapped my bare stomach too bloody hard and shifted tone: “Righto mate. Plenty more time to be a mopey turd. Grab your board and let’s surf it off.” I half protested, but he didn’t want a word. “What would you say if one of your students got dumped by his Mrs? You’d tell him to put his fucking chin up, and go back to living. Where’s your wetsuit?” He was right, and I gave up resistance. “I’ll get it. Just let me clear this shit up.” I started bundling empty cans in a pizza box. “I’ll do that. You get changed.” He dropped a couple of cans, then slapped my arse bending to pick them up. We both laughed and I walked to the bathroom, trying and failing to maintain a melodramatic posture of heartbreak. We strolled to the beach barefoot, boards aksaray escort under arms, and by the third wave my thoughts rolled slower with the gentle swell beyond the break. It was the morning I needed without knowing as much. When we floated between sets, Jack would ask me how I was, or give a nod that asked for him. He’d smirk and go back to crude commentary on female lifeguards, most of which I knew he didn’t believe. The water was warm near the surface, but the air had a sting. It was mid-March, and days had started to shrink. As cloud pushed ahead of sun, I looked over to mime another assurance, and the light caught Jack side-on. In a perfect second he could have been an advertisement for surfboards or sex-wax; sitting up, legs hanging either side of the board and fists pressed between them. He stared like he was seeing something beautiful for the first time, and I followed his gaze to see the stretch of coast we knew like family. When I turned back to him I couldn’t tell if he was shaking his head in disbelief or awe, and maybe I did the same. Stifled sun cut across every curve of his wetsuit and jaw. He had nearly red hair long enough to flick from his cheeks, which were smattered with all shades of freckles. There was no bulk to him, but shape. Muscles hugged close to his frame and were longer than thick, like a spring that had been pulled from each end. His eyes were wide with green and excitement, except when he was in the kind of peace he’d found that morning. He pushed his hair and looked past me to ocean. “Having a good stare, perv?” I didn’t flinch. “Just wondering how a blood-nut like you hasn’t shriveled up in the daylight.” “No wonder you can’t keep a bird.” And he was still chuckling when he pushed off into the break. We’d been at it for more than an hour, and the shallows were becoming a soup of tourists. Across the concourse, cafes had filled and traffic was humming the suburb away from its coastal idyll. Jack whistled from the beach to catch my attention, pointed at his wrist and gave a thumbs up. I signalled I’d wait for one more, and he lifted another thumb before pacing the sand. The clubhouse wasn’t officially open but it was unlocked for clubbies like us to dump our gear while we surfed. Aside from training, events, and some messy Christmas parties, the concrete monolith was a cool reprieve from the chaos outside. Plus, the showers were usually empty and there was a pool table you didn’t have to pay for. Jack walked out after less than a minute, partly dressed, and gave an animated goodbye as he took off up Bondi Road. I can’t have been floating for long but my thoughts elbowed for recognition. I was far enough out that the foaming crack of water swallowed other sound into a meditative buzz. I’d imagined a future with Kate and I looked over it with fresh hindsight to wonder if it was mine. I loved her, and I could see marriage and kids and an entire life, but I’d watched our relationship from an absent distance. Like I’d been a spectator to my own happiness. Then autumn kicked air from behind and shattered retrospection. The best waves were done, so I flattened on the board to ride in. “Calling it a day, sir? Surf’s meant to be better tomorrow.” A spindly bunch of limbs and blond paddled closer with teenage energy. I’d seen the mop spiral past me in acrobatic barrels, but didn’t realise it was one of my Year 10s. “Might catch you tomorrow then.” “Reckon you should wait for a decent one to ride in though.” “I’ve had a big morning already, cheers Caleb.” “Girlfriend tugging your chain is she, sir? I get it.” He sucked on a smile and waited for a reaction. He was a cheeky bugger in class, and I could see he wanted to test our teacher/student dynamics away from the threat of demerits and detention. “What kind of jar does she keep your balls in?” My face was like thunder. “A big one.” And when I broke, he took it as permission to do the same. He glanced over his shoulder at a gathering peak. “Wanna?” There was assurance in his tone. He was the same at school; at fifteen, already imperious. He moved like he belonged to his body, lean and angular. He could roughhouse boys and charm girls with equal dexterity, but never erred far into arrogance. alsancak escort For a kid who spent so much of his day in the hallway or writing lines, he was astoundingly well liked. Even teachers who were goaded to anger by his sarcasm would laugh about it later in the staffroom. “You’re not a pussy are you sir?” I took a backwards glance then held my expression tight. The pause widened and the wave built. I gave no warning. “GO!” Waves split us and I swallowed a gutful but by the time I hit sand I was tearing apart with roars. In a juvenile race I’d thrashed to a strange catharsis and I could have cried. I bent and spluttered saltwater through fits and breath. Caleb drifted just after like he was skimming on a millpond. “You made that look hard, sir. Well done.” He slid to his feet and patted me on the back with firm-handed concern. “I’m fine,” I spat out a few times between air until I could stand straight again. “I’m fine.” My chest was heaving but my limbs softened. I could feel Caleb’s palm on my back, but it was still; just comfort until I collected breath. There was a wire pulling my voice. “I won’t bore you with the details mate, but I needed that.” I shook the boy’s hand. “No worries, sir. Good race.” I could see he didn’t understand, and he shouldn’t; not at fifteen. I smacked him on the side before he jogged over the shallows. “You’ll get faster when those arms thicken up a bit.” He spun so twists of hair smacked his skin, and grinned wide between crooked dimples when he flipped me the finger and kept jogging. I turned from the ocean in a living daydream. The casual unpredictability of the day was coloured with strange serendipity, and in that mood the sharp wind felt otherworldly. I was myself. Five years ago myself like I was sure of things, and I sat on a wooden bench in the clubhouse, chipped paint and graffiti end to end, and exhaled. I unzipped my wetsuit and peeled to the waist, then leaned forward, head slumped, and let the water run off. There was a hollow echo as bustle from outside rippled through concrete emptiness. It was still but not quiet. The floor was loose grit, and the place smelled of salt and zinc. Comfort in the familiar. I pushed the wetsuit off and slung it on a wooden peg. The change-room was just mine so I kicked off my toggs too, hung them on the next peg and walked to the line of open showers. There were five showerheads above a pattern of sand pointing to a single drain. Directly opposite was a long, trough sink with five taps and a wide mirror across all of them. From the showers, you could see yourself from neck to knees, and on training days blokes would flex slyly as they washed to catch a glimpse of themselves. Always in Speedos or boardies, but playful and loud with machismo. I was never the smooth, sinewy, surfer type. My dad’s an old beach bum, but my mum is Lebanese, so I had fuzz on my chest by middle school. My skin is olive, made darker by the end of every summer, with tan lines from weeks and months fucking about on the beach. I got sick of being called short so I lived at the gym until my mates had something better to talk about. In the mirror, I could see the outline of abs under black fur, softened by a layer of meat. My chest was a beefy canvas for some black and grey tattoos that seemed like a good idea during uni. I turned to let hot water rinse salt from my hair then looked over my shoulder to see my arse reflected, muscular and chunky, exaggerated further by dark borders. I gave a little jump to watch it shake, and giggled at the shamelessness. The squealing noise off the beach was getting louder and seemed to creak in the walls, but I was dislocated from that whole world. I turned back to face the mirror. Whatever insecurities I might’ve had, my cock wasn’t one. It hung heavy and wet from a dense thatch of pubes. It was wrapped in veins with uniform girth from the base to the circumcised head. I wriggled my hip and it swung with lazy momentum that fought the movement of my body. When it thickened to that size in my early teens I was embarrassed beyond speech. I hid at the corner of every shower and stood with hands clutched to cover the bulge. But before long, rumours had become playground mythos amasya escort and the swell of my pride caught up to my dick. When Kate first saw it, she swore. I rubbed the length with suds and rinsed, then rubbed again. Quickly distracted by myself and eyeing the reflection as my cock grew away from my body. I stroked it harder and tugged on my balls, hanging slack in the warm shower; a weighty handful of fur. Lust and instinct took me by the throat. Alone, there was bestial freedom in the choking steam. I smacked my cock hard with grit teeth, grunted. It bounced then steeled. At full length, it had an upward curve that I slammed with brutal precision when I fucked. Pussies would be warm and slick when I squeezed my arse to find their real depth. I closed my eyes to imagine Kate, inhaling suddenly with pupils rolled back. The steam shortened my breath still more, hands slow on my cock, stopping just to smack it under animal grunts. I could picture her cunt, wet with both of us, as I folded her to another position, teased her flaps with fingers and leaking head, and pushed the whole thing in again while she whimpered and gave in. I soaped my cock and quickened, the other hand running through the hair of my stomach and chest to my nipples. They were my secret weakness, and my dick twitched from its core when I tugged one. I opened to the mirror again. Front on, legs shoulder width and bent at the knees. I pinched both fleshy tits at once and watched the rigid bounce underneath. Threw my head back and pulled as much as I could stand, twisted, and pulled harder again. My jaw was a growling knot, and I let go of one nipple to whack my cock like I hated it, then savaged my tits again. I was a drooling fucking monkey to my own throbbing flesh. Every coherent thought ran with sand down the drain. Words weren’t in me; just the pig groans of a brainless slut to my own body. I shifted faster between nipples and cock, sometimes watching my reflection, other times swimming in memories of bare, dripping cunt. Twice I got close to exploding and slapped my dick, tugged my tits, squeezed aching balls and held everything together. Time was irrelevant. Sound dissolved to hissing pipes. Eventually, I couldn’t stand more. There was electricity in my spine and every muscle gripped bone in fading violence. I closed my eyes a last time. Pictured a string of precum from the tip of my dick to Kate’s slippery pussy. Remembered the squeak of my girth inside her, and the clap of my balls on her skin. A heat came to my chest and I moved my arm faster, base to end, squeezing, teeth together and thighs quivering in tremorous jolts. My arse clenched and a wave rocked my body entirely. On edge and fighting between tension and everything else. But I had to give in. My head fell back in braindead moans. A palm behind me steadied me against wall as all of my fibre shook past the edge. I held my cock with white knuckles. Faster again. And I jerked beyond what my body could control. Howling like a boar when it came. Tension fell, and my cock shot rope after rope of cum across the shower floor. Eyes open then, and I saw the last hit the concrete at least three steps away. In a daze until reality found me. And the last thick strings dribbled out and stuck in the tangle of black down my thigh. My heartbeat ebbed and fell out of my ears. Breath steadied. I turned to face the stream but there was no worry left to wash away. I flicked cum from my leg with a thumb and licked it clean, then stood under the showerhead while the room grew back from the smoke of my consciousness. I could leave the past there. The morning was entirely one of letting go, and the last of my stress circled the drain with globs of white and disappeared. Time and place were solid again. I splashed my face a last time and turned to the door. “Fuck.” His smirk was broad and shaking, and he let the silence sweat. I became the boy in the corner again, hands over a bulge too big to be hidden. “Well sir…” Caleb made the words hang. His wetsuit was rolled to his waist, and his teenage body was lithe and hairless. Fine muscles were packed with tight shadows but every line of him was long. “You said you didn’t want to bore me, but this might be taking things a bit far.” His dimples quaked, and his grin was a knife he knew had landed. Speech only came in spitting bursts and I apologised and asked for a minute. My frame bent inwards but the worst was done, and I had no idea how long he’d been standing in the doorway. “A minute? I can give you more than that, sir.”

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Where we left off…

Morning came too early. They had to get to the shop to open up. “Bagels for breakfast today?”

“Sure, dad.”

They drove to the shop, stopped at the bagel store, got bagels, juices and milk and went to open the shop. They turned on all the lights on, flipped the open sign and had their bagels at the front counter. A few minutes later Sam came in and Jamie ran back to get to work fixing things.

Back to the story

After lunch, Bruce came by to get Jamie for his class. “Hey Jamie, time to start the kick boxing class. Sebastian will be here soon.”

“Let me grab my shorts and I”ll be right there.”

Jamie grabbed his shorts and decided to change in the back room. He came out barefoot and only wearing black silky shorts. He ran over to Bruce”s studio. Sebastian had just arrived and saw Jamie and smiled so big. “Hi Jamie, I”ll be right out.” He was definitely liking what he saw. He ran to the changing room and came out in red silky shorts.

Bruce had the boys stand in front of him while he wrapped their hands, put their mouth guards in and smeared Vaseline on their cheek bones. He gave them each a pair of pads for their hands to deflect kicks.

“Alright boys, to the mat.” Bruce barked like a drill instructor.

“Face me.” They turned. “Face each other.” They did. “Bow.” The boys did, even though that was not part of the boxing, but Bruce had his way of doing things.

“Sebastian, put out your right hand at shoulder level. Jamie, use your right foot to kick his hand. Bounce twice, then kick.”

Jamie did as he was told and he hit Sebastian”s pad dead center.

“Great, Jamie, hand out, Sebastian, kick.”

Sebastian bounced twice, lifted his foot and ended up kicking Jamie in the eye. Jamie fell to the mat and grabbed his face. Sebastian ran over to his friend. “Sorry, I slipped Jamie. Let me see.” Bruce was right there too. There was no blood, but the cheek was starting to puff up.

“Sebastian, run to the freezer and grab two ice packs and a couple of face towels. Hurry.”

Sebastian did as he was told. He returned in seconds and Bruce applied the ice to Jamie”s face. “Go get Jamie”s dad from next door.” Sebastian ran over to the shop and found Mark. Sebastian had a look of terror on his face and Mark didn”t know what was going on. “Sebastian, what”s wrong?”

“I slipped and kicked Jamie in the face. He”s hurt.”

They ran to the studio to find Jamie sitting up with Bruce holding the ice pack to his face.

“He”s abidinpaşa escort going to have a shiner, that”s for sure.” Bruce commented. “We got ice on it quickly, but there”s no way this isn”t going to show. Sorry Mark.”

“Why apologize to me, Jamie”s the one that”s hurt.”

“You trusted me to train him.”

“Right, but part of training is getting hurt and learning. It wasn”t done on purpose.”

“No, I”m sorry Jamie, I didn”t mean to, I just slipped.” Sebastian said as he sat next to Jamie with his arm around him. Please forgive me.”

Jamie wasn”t mad, in fact, he thought it was funny and decided it was his turn to get a laugh. “You just wait. When you”re not looking, I”m gonna…”

“Jamie! Don”t talk to him like that.” Mark stopped him.

“I”m gonna do this.” He reached over and grabbed Sebastian”s head, pulled him close and leaned in and blew a raspberry on his cheek. Everyone busted up laughing and the ice pack came off and you could see the shape of a boys foot on Jamie”s face.

They saw that and laughed more. Jamie could see it in the mirrors on the walls.

“Well, Sebastian, while you”re here, Jamie wanted to know if you wanted to come over to swim and have a sleepover tomorrow afternoon.”

“I”d love to. We can ask my dad when he gets here to pick me up.”

“He”s invited too, for the barbecue and swimming, not the sleepover.”

They kept the ice on Jamie, but it didn”t help much. They got Sebastian”s dad to agree to bring him over around 3.

Mark and Jamie went back to the shop until they could close, They made arrangements for Sam to open and close the shop tomorrow so they could stay home. They stopped by a drive through on the way home for dinner. “We really need to start eating better. I”m glad Sebastian can come spend the night with you. Remember, neither of you have to do anything you don”t want to and you need to ask permission of the other first. Don”t pressure him or be pressured.”

“I know. I”m not sure I want to do anything, but we will figure it out. But tonight, I want to take care of you.”

With that, Jamie slid down and took Mark”s cock in his mouth. He decided tonight he would swirl his tongue and hum. That seemed to do the trick and Mark quickly rewarded the boy with his load. Jamie did pretty good swallowing it all down, but there was a bit that dripped and he had to lick up some of it. Once he was done, Mark reached over to take care of Jamie, but was pushed away with a simple “Tonight was for you, dad.”

They got to sleep in. After all, Sam was opening the shop and Jamie had a guest for the evening. Morning wood brought both of them together and they ran to the bathroom to empty their bladders. “Go get your room ready for your sleepover. You need to put your things away and put that suitcase back in the garage.”

“I will dad. Can we have pancakes today?”

“Sure, I”ll get those going while you get your room cleaned up. We need to make our bed too and make sure none of your things are in there. We aren”t sure how Sebastian and his dad feel about what we do.”

“I know, adana escort but remember, I”m always naked in our room.”

“That”s very true.”

While Jamie cleaned, Mark cooked. Breakfast was over in a flash and they went to the store to buy the items for the burgers and fixings. “We need to get enough for six since Liam and Taylor are coming too. I better text Liam to bring enough dessert for six.” Mark shot off a text and they went out to get the supplies. Once they got back, Jamie was nervous. He made sure the towels were out, that his room was spotless, that everything was in order. He didn”t know what he wanted to do yet, he was torn. Mark was his lover, but he”d never been with a boy, just with Bruce and Mark. What if Liam or Taylor want to play, or Sebastian”s dad? Too many things were going through his head so he just kept fiddling with things.

Around 3 the guests began to arrive. Sebastian and his dad were first. Jamie grabbed Sebastian by the hand and took him to see the fish. “Wow, those are cool.” You could hear Sebastian commenting.

“Care for a drink?” Mark asked Marlin, Sebastian”s dad. “Sure, do you have a beer?”

“I usually don”t have any, but didn”t know if you drank or not, so I grabbed a six pack.”

“Thanks!”

Jamie was showing Sebastian all the fish when he commented, “you don”t have my brother in there.”

“What?”

“Nemo. My parents are huge Disney fans and since my dad is named Marlin, they named my older brother Nemo. I got Sebastian. I guess they figured I”m just a crab. Oh well.”

“But Nemo is a saltwater clown fish, these are fresh water fish, so they wouldn”t be able to survive.”

“Oh, I don”t know much about fish.”

The doorbell rang as Taylor and Liam arrived. Liam took the bag of ice cream and goodies to Mark to put in the freezer. Mark called the boys over. “If you guys want to swim, you can head out. There are towels on the deck, you can change in the bathroom by the pool and if you want, there”s an outdoor shower to rinse off before or after you swim. The pool is warm.

“Dad, do we have to wear suits?”

“It”s only polite with company Jamie, but you can ask if they mind if you swim naked.”

“Anyone care?” Jamie didn”t wait for an answer as he dropped his shorts and ripped off his tee before running out the door and jumping in the pool.

Sebastian looked at his dad and his dad just smiled. Sebastian stripped and followed. Taylor wasn”t as quick, but he wasn”t far behind. Now three naked boys were frolicking in the pool. Since Taylor was the biggest, in more ways than one, he was tossing the boys in the pool as they played. Both Jamie and Sebastian spent a lot of time around Taylor who didn”t seem to mind being the center of attention, however the boys were just checking out the big boy”s junk. Taylor”s cock was at half mast. He had to admit, lifting and touching the naked boys was a bit of a turn on. They boys were feeling his cock too, acting like it was an accident.

The shock was when he looked up to see Mark, Liam and Marlin stark naked, walking to the pool. Marlin should have been named Moby since adıyaman escort he had a huge cock. That thing could put an eye out and swung from side to side as he walked to the pool. Taylor was mesmerized by it. He realized he was staring when he looked up to catch Marlin staring at him. “Cannonball” Marlin screamed as he took a couple of big steps and landed right in front of Taylor splashing water out of the pool and causing waves that moved the boys around. Mark and Liam were laughing and jumped in behind him. Liam had a bag wrapped around his hand, but that didn”t stop him from having fun.

The jury was out on Marlin. Was he cool or not, did he know what Mark and Liam had with their boys? They had to be careful, so Mark took charge to make sure nothing was left to chance. He already had officer ass-wipe doing everything he could to separate them, he didn”t need another reason.

Marlin joined Taylor in tossing the younger boys. They worked up an appetite and finally all of them got out. Mark and Liam manned the barbecue, wearing an apron of course, and soon the burgers were ready.

Everyone sat around the table by the pool and Jamie took a bite of his burger and shot ketchup right down his chest. Taylor laughed.

Sebastian had a confused look on his face. He wanted to lick it up, but he wasn”t sure if he should. He giggled, leaned in and licked it off of Jamie”s chest. Nobody said anything, but Liam and Taylor locked eyes and got an evil grin. Liam nodded down to Taylor who was sitting on the same side as the boys and Taylor looked down, looked back at Liam an nodded yes. The boys both had boners. Marlin seemed clueless. Liam nudged Mark who already had an idea of what had transpired.

The boys hurried and ate and then ran to lay on the lounges by the pool, face down of course. They talked and talked, hoping that their boners would go down.

Dessert time came so Liam and Mark retrieved the ice cream, toppings and bananas from the kitchen. They placed a split up banana in each bowl, opened the tubs of ice cream and let the boys scoop in their own flavors and toppings. The can of whipped cream tempted the boys, but for now, it ended up on the dessert.

Noses got covered with whipped cream as the boys ate. Taylor even got his share of cream on his nose. Liam mouthed a lick out of sight of Marlin which caused Taylor to giggle. Once dessert was cleaned up it was time for Marlin, Taylor and Liam to leave.

“Thanks for the dinner and dessert guys, I”ll come get Sebastian around 11 tomorrow if that”s OK.”

“Sure, that would be great. Liam, Taylor, thanks for coming. Hope to see you guys soon. Swing by when you go to Bruce”s for class.”

“Will do.” Liam hugged Mark and off they went.

The boys hopped in the pool again while Mark finished cleaning things up. He was at the sink when Jamie came in to talk to him.

“Dad, I want Seb to go home now.”

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Subject: Unexpected Health Club Benefits 5 This is a continuing story of interracial sex between men, based on real-life events. The details are recalled to the best of my ability, but the dialogue is, of course, mostly made up. “Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you,” I said, turning on the fan. “Not a problem, I have been sleeping very well. This is a comfortable bed,” said Malcolm as he sat up. Still, `no thanks given’ I thought to myself as I undressed to my boxers and slid under the covers, anxious to see if he was in the mood for sex. “So, James, let’s get something clear,” said Malcolm as he sat further upright, displaying his thick upper body, lightly dotted covered with tightly curled hairs. This was, by far, the hottest man I had in my bed, yet I had trepidations. “It is very unusual for a stranger like yourself to invite someone into his home without conditions. Tell me, am I here because you genuinely are concerned about my situation, or because you love my cock so much?” The sleep he just had obviously awakened him as he was no longer as quiet and moody as earlier. Or perhaps he was genuinely distraught and, in his own way, now happy to have a place to stay. But I was, again, caught unprepared for his direct questioning. I stammered out of nervousness and being afraid of saying the wrong thing. I figured if we were to get along, unabated honesty would be best, which would prove to be very difficult with Malcolm. “Really, Malcolm, both. I mean, you’re so hot to me, and I also want to make sure you’re okay. I hate that you’re in this situation.” He looked at me, appearing pleasantly surprised, nodding his head in the affirmative. “Just to let you know, I have a very keen sense when someone is not telling the truth,” he said, staring intently into my eyes. “I’m being truthful,” I said. “Mostly, but there is something you are not telling me. What are your concerns?” Again, the need for a quick, response that required thought. But if I was being honest, I wouldn’t have to think. He sensed my hesitation and his expression turned serious and impatient. “C’mon boy, tell me.” “That you may take advantage of my niceness,” I said returning his stare. He seemed somewhat offended by my statement, sitting up further. “Oh, baby, I will do nothing that you don’t want me to do. You are a weak man who needs someone like me to do things you were always afraid to ask for. Now you have a fantastic personality and your generosity is most admirable. But I will never take advantage of you, or do anything against your wishes. But I know you well James, just in the few moments we spent together.” His African accent, well-chosen words, and ability to read my thoughts had me mesmerized. He calmed down and continued. “I will leave anytime you wish me to, just say the word James. I was very happy when you offered me your place, not only because I was in desperate need, but also because I think we could have something special. I make no promises what I will or won’t do, how long I will be here, or what tomorrow brings because my future has always been uncertain. You hear me?” he said, beginning to stroke my hair. “Yes, I hear you Malcolm.” “Good, we have much more to talk about and do,” said Malcolm as he got up to use the bathroom. He wore loose boxers that showed off his large, floppy penis. He returned and joined me under the covers as the cool of the evening began to set in. “What do you have to drink?” “Um water, some soda, juice,…” I was interrupted by his look of amusement. “Oh, you meant alcohol?” “Yes James, when one wants alcohol, they say they want a drink. If I want something else, I will say it. We are adults here, not children needing juice or milk.” “I’m sorry.” “No need to apologize, you didn’t know, now you do. Now escort bayan what do you have to drink?” “Beer, some vodka, whiskey, bourbon….” “I’ll have a bourbon, sounds wonderful. Get yourself one also.” The assumption that I would get him the alcohol was expected, but nonetheless irritating. He was right, I was a weak man, but only in his presence. I returned, noticing he had turned on the TV, watching a boxing match as I handed him his drink that had a generous amount of alcohol. Still no gratitude. “So James,” he said after sipping his drink. “There is something you must understand, and the sooner the better.” “Yes?” “I’m going to get straight to the point. We have had sex before I and I noticed certain tendencies you have. You are very submissive and needy.” Again, he read me well. “Is that a problem?” I asked. “No not at all. It’s something I like about you.” “However, there’s still a part of you that is holding on to a belief that you have upper hand, are in some, way, better than me, perhaps because of my situation, or…” “No not at all Malcolm…” I said interrupting him. He quickly put his large, meaty hand over my mouth. “Do not interrupt me, ever,” he said, his tone menacing. He slowly released his hand from my mouth. “NEVER, talk when I am talking. As I was saying, we are not equals. You are the cock sucking white faggot who craves my dark cock,” he said, pausing. “But I decide when you get it, how you get, it, where you get it….IF you get it. Understand boy?” His sudden mood change was concerning. While I appreciated his candor, I was not yet ready for this conversation, or this situation. “Yes, I do Malcolm. But all this is happening so quickly, you are so correct about me, but I need time to absorb it all. No one has read me like you, made me think about myself like I am at this moment.” Malcolm finished his drink, and held it out for another. “I don’t expect you to understand it all immediately, and I will take that into consideration. But you must listen and follow my lead. Now go get another drink.” He held out his empty glass. Humbled, I took his glass and refilled it. Another concern that was developing was his heavy use of alcohol. But as I was walking back toward the bedroom, it sank in that he was right about me still. I came back and handed him the drink, which he sat down on the night stand. “I will try to take it slower James. I can tell you are in deep thought. But there is one more thing, and this is not negotiable, ever. If we are to share the bed, you must be naked. Remember what you said, what’s yours is mine. So, I believe that means not only is this bed is mine, but you are mine also.” As I removed my underwear, Malcolm rolled over so that he was on top of me, looking directly into my eyes while stroking my hair back. The heat of his body surrounded me, his hands reaching my face, fingers opening my lips. I sucked them in, they were thick and rough. I could feel his growing dick resting against mine. He took out his fingers and then began kissing my lips, his wet fingers stroking the side of my ass. His kissing got more passionate as he reached my hole, slowly probing. He then began feverishly kissing my throat and neck, making growling noises, then gently biting my ear. I could feel the tip of his cock stroke mine as he ravished me with kisses, licks and bites. His breath smelled of alcohol, but I found it oddly exciting. I returned his kisses with equal passion. He momentarily stopped, and gently kissed my lips. “I am….”, he said kissing my lips between words, “your master and your king.” He probed deeper with his thick finger, opening it with another. “Do you understand that?” he asked as he stopped to look at me. “Yes Sir,” I responded, not only caught up in the moment, but kocaeli escort acknowledging my place under him. “Good white boi, you know your fucking place. I own this piece of ass, and you will always have it ready for me. I plan on you being my bitch, obedient slave, and perhaps, one day, my wife,” he said with increased tenacity. As if I didn’t already have enough to digest, now the potential of being Malcolm’s wife? He got off me and stood at the edge of the bed, cock at full mast. “Suck my black dick you white whore.” I did as told, aroused at how I was being treated. He discovered my buttons, and pressed each one of them repeatedly. I sucked on his wide, soft head, tongue stroking the underside where it joined the shaft and occasionally probing the wide piss slit. His cock was heavy and meaty, a challenge for anyone. “Fuck bitch, you are a good cocksucker, making me proud,” he said as he stroked my mouth while playing with my hair. The feel of his hairy belly rubbing my face, thick cock pressing the back of my throat, hands strongly gripping my head had me in ecstasy. He bent down and gripped my ass, again probing with his finger, while slapping it with his free hand while I continued to suck him in deeper. He pulled out, leaving a trail of saliva that dripped onto the floor. “Put your ass on the edge of the bed and spread your legs,” he instructed. I positioned myself on my stomach and offered him my ass. He roughly turned me over, then raised my legs. “I see you’re kind of slow to understand white boy,” he said as he jerked me toward him so that my ass was in easily accessible. “Damn bitch, you got a pretty pussy,” he said as he knelt and began to work it with his tongue. His ass eating skills were amazing. Between his darting tongue and thick fingers, I was close to orgasm. Just when I was about to cum, he stood up, raised my legs and spread them as far as they could go, and guided his cock inside, impaling me with all ten, thick inches of manhood. I wasn’t sure if he realized it, but my legs were stretched to their limit by his strong arms. Hoping to ease the pain, and allow him more freedom with his hands, I grabbed my ankles and kept my legs open in a more comfortable position. He began to pinch my nipples while working his cock in and out, pinching them hard, causing me to cry out in pain. He released them and bent over to kiss me while stroking my insides. I could feel the girth of his cock rubbing my insides as my hole kept getting looser. The smell of alcohol mixed in with his abundant sweat gave him a funky, but arousing odor that filled my nostrils. “You like this cock in your ass, don’t you?” he said, his lips right next to mine, picking up the pace of his fucking. “Fuck yes,” I moaned, kissing him. He then put his large hand around my throat, picking up his fucking to a feverish pitch. Then suddenly came the sound of a man having an intense orgasm, a deep, loud moan in conjunction with a hard thrust as he poured his seed into me. While his grip around my throat was strong, it didn’t cut off my breathing. He pulled out his dick, but then quickly slammed it back in. I used my ass to milk every drop out, prompting more moans from the man who had just inseminated me. By now my legs were cramping and sore, so him pulling out brought me much needed relief as I could rest my legs. We both were still in the afterglow of pent up desire. I looked up and saw and saw the giant Black man, covered in sweat, breathing heavily, his half hard uncut pipe still oozing sperm. When he bent down, I thought I was going to receive another kiss but instead, he spat in my face, catching me by surprise. “Clean my cock whore,” he said, slapping me. Humiliated and confused, got on my belly and sucked him, getting izmit escort bayan the last of his juices. “That’s a good bitch,” he said, rubbing my head while I nursed on his now soft cock. With Malcolm, I had no shame in showing what I wanted, to be a woman for a man who wanted one. Not only did he not judge me, but was turned on by it, and encouraged it. “I am going to use the shower,” he said, as he pulled his cock out of my eager mouth and headed toward the bathroom. He stopped and looked at me. “Are you just going to lie there? Come wash your king.” I got up and followed him into the bathroom where he was urinating. I placed a hand on his large, round firm butt, and kissed his shoulder. Shaking the last drop from his now fully covered cock, he turned, faced me, and put his hands on my shoulders. “I hope you appreciate what I just did for you,” he said, looking at me. Again, I was slightly annoyed at his presumptuous behavior but was understanding that he was genuine, and knew he had me where he wanted. “Yes, I am,” I said confidently as he continued his daunting stare. “I believe you. You are good wife material. Right now, you will show your appreciation for me.” At this point I did not take his comments about me being his wife seriously, figuring it was said in the heat of the moment. I kissed his chest, and he laughed, then held my chin in his large hand. “You will learn, my white whore,” he said as he gently pushed my head down. “Kneel and kiss my feet.” `This guy was really serious about this,’ I thought as I kissed each of his wide size 16 feet. I reminded myself to trim his nails and scrub his rough feet if we were to sleep in the same bed. Now run some bath water,” he said as he sat on the toilet. “Get me another drink and close the door behind you.” After turning on the tub faucet, and adding some soap to make a more pleasant body odor, I left and fixed his drink, pondering whether this was a sustainable situation. He was pompous, assuming, bossy, but confident in his beliefs. That, along with a hot body and equally insatiable sexual drive had me strongly attached to him. My biggest concern at this point was his drinking, though he appeared to handle it well. I was, for the first time, concerned about my not being able to match someone’s sex drive, but knew I wouldn’t have much say if I continued. I knocked on the door to see if he was ready. “Come in Jamie,” he said. The bathroom was filled with the odor of a bowel movement, but luckily the fragrance from the bath soap was taking over. He was lying in the tub, head back and relaxed. I took a loofah and gently scrubbed his body while he talked nonstop about his life in Africa, and how much he missed the friendliness of the people. I noticed a small round scar on his upper back, which he said he got when he was shot as a boy, but didn’t want to go into detail. “Do you like your new name?” he asked as he stood up and turned his back to me indicating that he wanted his back side to be washed, which I did with pleasure. “Of course,” I responded. I took my time washing his wide back, ample buttocks, large thighs and calves, kissing his butt cheeks in admiration. Though I remembered he didn’t like his ass played with, I thought I’d try again after a thorough cleansing. I spread his butt cheeks and kissed his hole, waiting for a reaction. Nothing, so I continued, probing, licking and stroking his tight with my tongue. Seeing that he seemed to enjoy it, I spread his ass wide and pushed my face in, expertly eating his ass. I reached around and found his cock was again hard. He turned around, grabbed me by the hair and yanked my head back. “Do you have any idea what you are about to get into?” he asked, his tone deliberate and strict. Before I had the chance to answer I had a mouthful of cock sunk into my mouth, forcing its way down my throat causing me to gag and choke. He pulled out, leaving me teary eyed and breathing heavily. “Got myself a hot little faggot,’ he said, getting out of the tub.

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