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Subject: Being with Steve – Chapter 11 Steve’s face transitioned to one of empathy to one of sheer joy. His eyes beamed with happiness, his picture-perfect smile stretched nearly from ear-to-ear. I tried to reciprocate his enthusiasm, but was more anxious at what I had just agreed too than excited. Steve shifted his body closer to mine and pulled me in for a tight hug, nearly causing me to lose my breath, then sat straight up. “Well, I think this deserves a little bit of a celebration.” he said, winking. “Get up, go to the potty and brush your teeth. Meet me back here. Understood?” “Yes, sir.” I said, rolling myself off the edge of the bed, the short nightgown giving total exposure of my naked butt. I quickly walked into the foyer, my chastity cage gently swinging between my legs as I moved. At this point, while not overly excited about what comes after, I was excited about the possibility of having the chastity cage removed for a time, or maybe getting to give Steve another blowjob. I grabbed my backpack from beneath the table near the door, then walked quickly to the master bathroom. I paused at the mirror as I entered, curious about the person looking back at me. In the span of less than a month, I had gone from a somewhat masculine, straight college student to a cock sucking, cum swallowing, nearly diaper wearing boy dressed in a cute childish nightie that was getting prepped to possibly go insert a mans penis into my mouth. Again. By choice. I tried in vein to pat down the shaggy blondish bedhead, but accepted some defeat and figured it was good enough. After a moment on the potty and a thorough teeth brushing, took a warm washcloth and rubbed my body down and dried with a hand towel. I smoothed out the nightie and made my way back into the master bedroom. Steve met my gaze from across the room and motioned to the bed. The lights had been significantly dimmed, but I could see some items that Steve had set on the bedside table. They were difficult to make out in the low light, but I could see something long and thin, and something colorful sitting next to it. As I approached the bed, Steve swept me up into another passionate kiss. I struggled a bit to maintain my balance as my feet left the floor and my body was pressed very tightly against his. After a brief, deep kiss, Steve sat me on the edge of the bed, my legs wrapped loosely around his torso. “I really think you’re going to enjoy this, baby. You do as I say.” Steve said as he pushed me backwards into a laying position. He easily maneuvered my body, turning me over onto my belly, then lifting my torso up so I was on my hands and knees facing away from him. My nightgown drooped down to the small of my back leaving me totally exposed and vulnerable to him. Steve walked around the bed and collected the items that I had seen upon entering and walked back around to retake his position behind me. I started to become anxious that Steve was intending on fucking me right here, right now. As excited as I was for that to happen, I wasn’t ready. I turned my head slightly, attempting to see what Steve was doing behind me and was met with a wicked smile, and a blindfold in his hand. “No peeking…” he said playfully as he reached up and affixed the cloth blindfold over my head, securing it behind my head with Velcro strapping. The blindfold teamed up the dim lighting to completely restrict my visibility. All I could do in that moment was close my eyes and wait. It didn’t take long for Steve’s hands to begin exploring my body. He rubbed gently from the small of my back, over my butt, then down to the chastity cage. He lingered there, taking care to gently stroke around the cage, then lightly tickled at my scrotum. My breathing intensified as this happened. I slung my head low, the intense sensations making it difficult to not shake. I felt his hands move away, then heard the distinct pop of the lube bottle opening behind me. My breathing quickened again as I tensed my body, fully anticipating a painful insertion into my virgin bottom. I felt the cool lube spread around my hole, his fingers gently and deliberately encircling, teasing at what was to come. His hands moved away suddenly, leaving me longing for his touch. I heard the rustle of fabric to my left, then again felt his warm touch on both sides of my butt, gently spreading my bottom open. I again braced myself, biting my bottom lip, readying myself for him to enter me, but was instead greeted by a warm and wet feeling around my hole. I could feel the warmth of his breath, cooling the body temperature lube that was liberally spread around. A thousand sensations arrived at once as I felt his tongue begin to gently stroke around my hole. It was a sensation I had never imagined, and still can’t describe well. What I do know is my eyes rolled back in my head, I let out a guttural moan, and my arms collapsed below me. My head was now laying flat on the bed, my arms crossed beneath my chest, and my ass high in the air. I could feel my cock straining tighter than ever at it’s plastic enclosure, begging for release, begging for attention. Steve continued to lick for what felt like an eternity, only an eternity that was over much too soon. I could feel him shift away from me slowly, leaving me to my near out-of-body experience, every nerve on fire. “You taste delicious, baby.” I heard him say, though I was too far gone to respond. I jumped as I felt his fingers retake the position of his tongue and begin to slowly work around, then lightly in and out of my hole. My body was craving him. In that moment I wanted nothing more than for him to fuck me. I felt an emptiness in me that I never knew existed, and only wanted it filled. At that moment, I felt that I had been put on this Earth to be filled up by Steve’s dick. It was my purpose for existence. As he slowly worked his fingers in and out, I heard a faint scraping sound of plastic on the hard bedside table behind me. Soon after, I felt something cool and very smooth being placed against my hole. Not knowing what it was or how large it was, I again tensed up. The pressure lightly built against my hole, the intrusion setting off fireworks in my brain. I could feel it gently pass through my external sphincter without much pain, only a slight stretching sensation that was quite ataköy escort pleasurable. I relaxed as I realized that the size wasn’t going to hurt bad, and began to enjoy it more. I could feel the pressure deep inside of me begin to build, my body trying to signal that something new was happening, something was entering me where nothing had entered me before. I felt the bulbous head of the smooth plastic enter further, the shaft of the object smoothly gliding past my sensitive skin. I felt the pressure on the object lessen, it had apparently arrived at it’s desired depth. I could feel Steve’s gentle movements reverberate through the length of the object and strike a very sensitive area inside. “Are you ready, baby?” Steve asked from what seemed like a thousand miles away. I could only moan in affirmation, unsure of what I was consenting to be ready for. There was a faint click at the base of the object, followed instantly by a powerful pulse that seemed to hit me across my entire body at once. My face contorted from pleasure, my legs nearly giving out as my arms had moments before. I could feel my heart pound in my chest and my lungs fill with a gasp of air. I felt the pulse again, not more than a second later. Again my body convulsed around it, feeling like warm electricity was spreading through me and into my very soul. Again, the pulse. I was almost becoming too much. I was too far into ecstasy at this point, my body feeling disconnected from my mind, and unable to for a coherent thought. The pulses continued for a few more seconds, followed by a stillness that allowed me to regain the consciousness that the sensations had dulled. I could hear Steve chuckle from behind me, evidently excited that the object was having the desired effect. I took a deep breath in an attempt to rid my mind of the woozy sensation I was swimming in, but as I was escaping the sensations, the vibrations began. They were gentle at first, more noticeable in the shaft of the object that my sensitive hole had now clasped upon, but with an adjustment to position, again became powerful and focused on that spot of pleasure deep inside of me. The vibration was different than the pulse… while not as extreme, it was somewhat more pleasurable. I could feel by body begin to respond in familiar ways, my groin beginning to tingle my scrotum tightening to my body. I could feel the beginning stages of an orgasm come and go faster than nearly any point in my life. My breathing quickened, my toes gripped at the air, and I could feel the impending flood of release approach. I could feel something hard and plastic knock against the chastity cage, taking me out of the moment for a split second, but the continued vibration got me back to the cliff within a second or two. Almost as if on queue, the vibrations quickened again and pressed deeply onto the most pleasurable area of my body I’ve ever discovered. This caused the orgasmic chain reaction that tops any I’ve ever experienced before. I could feel my body begin to convulse, the convulsions in my groin pushed a powerful jet of cum from my caged dick. I gasped for air as the continued assault from the vibrations coupled with the convulsions of my orgasm forming a chain reaction that seemed went on and on and on. I could feel the tear soaked blindfold ride up on my face, pulled loose by the erratic movements of my face on the mattress. My body felt so warm and tired, like I had just run a marathon. The vibrations stopped as my body expelled the last of the cum, followed by a smooth and gentle removal of the object. My hole was still loose from the post-orgasmic glow that I almost didn’t notice that the object was out. I could feel Steve’s thumb trace lightly around my hole causing me to jump again at the heightened sensitivity. This earned another chuckle from him. Steve gently pushed my body over, rolling me from a prone-knees up position to laying flat on my back. My eyes adjusted to the light, even as dim as it was still felt like an assault on my senses. I saw Steve’s smile enter my field of view, a wordless look of satisfaction that I could easily replicate. “Holy… shit.” I said, panting to catch my breath. “I think you liked that, huh?” Steve said with a smile. My continued panting was acknowledgement enough. After a moment, Steve pulled me into a sitting position the edge of the bed, helping to steady my body before turning back to the bedside table. I could see the colorful object sitting there, and soon became aware that this was the object that had tapped against my chastity cage right before I came. I could see my cum pooled at the bottom of the bowl, enough to nearly cover the entire surface. “Somebody really saved up for this.” Steve said with a smirk as he brought the bowl closer to me. I knew what his intent was from our last session, and while I was not enthralled with the idea in my post-orgasmic bliss, I was also not up to the debate of saying no. I sat in front of him and his wicked smile as he moved the small plastic bowl back and forth and watched as the collected cup pooled from one side to the other. Steve reached back to the bedside table and picked up a small spoon tipped with rubber. The very kind that infants eating baby food would eat with. Steve dipped the spoon in the cum and lightly stirred it around before filling the spoon to overflowing and brought both the spoon and bowl up to my face. The bowl rested below my chin, the salty small of the cum nearly making me gag. I slightly opened my mouth to accept the spoon when Steve mimicked the sound of an airplane and told me to open up like a big kid. I did as instructed and felt as the warm gooey liquid landed on my tongue, it’s warmth surprising me. I locked eyes with Steve and tried as hard as I could to appear sexy as I was eating the spoonful of cum, but the immediate reaction nearly squashed that intent. I pushed on and closed my mouth around the spoon and pulled the cum from the spoon to my mouth before collecting it and swallowing in an audible gulp. I instinctively opened my mouth to show Steve that it was empty, and was promptly met by another small spoonful of cum. After three spoons, some scraping of the bowl, and an accepted invitation by Steve to lick the bowl, I was done. “I am merter escort so proud of you, baby!” Steve said beaming. He pulled me from sitting on the edge of the bed to standing in front of him, then reached into his pocket and removed a keychain. Without a word, Steve reached down and unlocked the chastity cage and adeptly slid it off of my sensitive dick. I had become so used to wearing it that the cool air directly on my skin seemed foreign. “Looks like you got a bit on there still…” he said, extending the shaft of the chastity cage towards my face, instructing me to clean the few drops of cum off of the tip of the cage. I did as was instructed, and was met with a smile and a wink. “Let’s go clean up and get ready.” he said, turning to the master bathroom. Again, I followed. A warm bath was drawn and I was gently eased into the sudsy, flowery water. The warmth caused my muscles to immediately relax, aided by the lavender scent of the water. Steve bathed me thoroughly, not missing an inch of my body, then took a razor to the very few areas that hair was beginning to regrow. Within seconds, I was again as smooth as the day I was born. Steve left me in the tub to soak for a few minutes while he excused himself out of the bathroom, time I enjoyed by thinking back to not only the most intense orgasm I’d ever had, but the most intense sensations I had ever experienced. The thought alone caused me to get hard giving me the odd sensation of having a full erection, something I had not experienced in a few weeks now. I was nearly tempted to reach down and touch it, but thought it better to not risk it. Steve reentered the bathroom a few minutes later and reached his hand into the warm soapy water to pull the drain plug. As the water drained, he could see my erection straining, and with a smile said it was time to lock up again. Although I knew it was coming, there was still disappointment that the chastity was not over. Steve helped me stand from the tub and wrapped me in a large, soft towel that felt as if it was directly from the dryer. He dried me from head to toe, then brushed out my hair before affixing a tiny barrette to keep the hair from falling in my eyes. The large towel, coupled with my long damp hair and purple barrette make me look so feminine that I was almost uncertain if that was actually my reflection in the mirror. It was confirmed as I could see and feel a peck on the cheek from Steve, satisfied with my level of dryness. I was led back into the master bedroom naked, the lighting still dimmed, no natural sunlight coming in through the large picture windows across the room. Steve again placed me on the bed, my lower legs draping over the side at the knees. Steve turned and collected the small bottle of lube and the chastity cage and expertly applied both to me within a matter of seconds. This time, instead of a small lock, there was a small piece of plastic that resembled a barbell. Steve pushed that through the aligned holes of the chastity cage and, with a snap, the barbell was securely fixed in place. “This shouldn’t be as heavy as the brass lock, and you don’t have to worry about water or anything if we keep it on for a long time. I’ll know if you try and tamper with this, so hands off.” Steve said with a very serious tone to his voice. “Yes, daddy.” I replied, very disappointed that he was insinuating that a couple of weeks wasn’t a long time in chastity. “Okay, let’s go.” he said as he lifted me back into a sitting position and lightly pulled me off of the bed. He turned to exit the master bedroom, and I followed struggling to keep up with his quick gait. I could feel the all-too-familiar swing of the chastity cage between my legs again as I quickly walked to the stairway at the back of the house. We were met by more darkness as Steve pushed open the keypad locked door. I could see the faintest glow of the evening sun across the lake, casting a beautiful orange and purple horizon across the lake. I had to shield my eyes as Steve flipped the switch on the wall, illuminating multiple recessed lights and a dramatic iron chandelier at the center of the vaulted ceiling. Steve turned and walked over to the second keypad, pulling me like a child by the hand, gently yet firmly. The door clicked open and the light flipped on, and instantly I could see that the large closed had been transformed. All of the boxes were gone, the center of the closet now completely empty. In their place were shelves completely stacked full of an assortment of diapers that lined two walls of the closet. It was a lot to take in. The majority of the diaper were white, from what I could tell but I could see a section that were a pale pink and white. Nearly every diaper had some sort of design that I could see. There was a wonderfully sweet smell permeating the closet that reminded me of my childhood daycare center. I turned to look at the opposite wall from the massive columns of diapers and saw a large, white, wooden and cloth table with drawers across the front. On top I could see a padded surface. It only took a spilt second to recognize its resemblance to an infant’s changing table, complete with a diaper pail sitting on the floor near the foot of the table. “I got a lot accomplished while you were sleeping.” Steve said, running his hand across the padded surface of the changing table. “Where did you get this?” I asked, amazed at the oversized baby furniture. “One of the guys from my daddy group built it for me a while back. I had him bring it by today while you were out. He helped me get everything put together and stacked all of the diapers up for me. He’s very excited to meet you… when you’re ready, of course.” Steve said, emphasizing the “when you’re ready” part. “Oh.” was all I could pull out. Partly in shock that this had all come together today, and partly in shock that Steve had told someone else about me and that that person was acutely aware that I would be diapered. I decided to push that to the back of my mind, comfortable that he meant it when he said it would only happen when I was ready. Which would be never. Steve again grabbed hold of my hand and led me over to the changing table before spinning me around to face him, then easily lifted my naked body onto the soft bahçeşehir escort pink and while cloth padding. It was thicker than normal cloth, most likely waterproofed. It had very pale pink blocks, rattles, and diaper pins covering the fabric strongly solidifying it’s infantile intent. There was no question in my mind what was about to happen, and I had consented to what was about to happen not more than an hour ago. I took a deep breath and mentally prepared myself before asking Steve what I needed to do. He said nothing, just pushed me sideways onto the padded table, my head to his left. I rolled the rest of the way onto my back and readied myself for something that would become all too normal soon. I could see the joy on Steve’s face as he had me right where he wanted me. The smooth sliding of the drawer caused some vibration as it caught the stop after being fully extended. I turned my head to see Steve remove a diaper covered in soft pastel babyish shapes. It was mostly covered with plastic, but I could see that part of it was Velcro, just like a baby diaper. Steve sat the diaper near my feet and closed the drawer before moving to the one below. The same vibration as the drawer slid open, followed by the removal of a long strip of padding. Steve sprinkled a small amount of baby powder on my groin, then smoothly rubbed the powder into my skin. I could see a slight white discoloration of my skin when I looked down, the pink chastity cage prominently sitting atop my groin. Steve picked up the diaper again, and began to unfold it. I was surprised at the size of it, yet it perfectly resembled every baby diaper that I have ever seen. He sat the unfolded diaper between my legs before removing the long strip of padding and peeling a plastic backing to expose a sticky surface. The padding was placed into the open diaper, covering the inside from top to bottom. “Up we go, baby.” Steve said as he lifted my ankles with ease, causing my butt to slightly rise off of the table. As he held my legs up, I could feel the plastic and soft padding slide under the small of my back. Steve repositioned a few times and used his free hand to stretch the diaper out to his liking, then gently lowered me back onto the surface of the table. I could feel the bulk of the diaper below my butt and lower back, elevating me slightly off of the table. “Aww, baby… this is your very first diaper!” Steve exclaimed, seeming overcome with happiness beyond what I had seen from him before. My legs were pushed lightly apart at the knees by Steve as he pulled the thick diaper up between my legs. I could feel the large bulk even with my knees apart which caused some concern on my ability to walk normally in this thing. Steve enclosed my torso with the diaper, then snugly placed the Velcro fasteners on both sides of the diaper, then smoothed it out and admired his handy work. The bulk was unexpected as I tried to bring my knees together. I could get them relatively close without much effort, but the last small gap was near impossible thanks to the new bulk between my legs. I hadn’t noticed when Steve stepped back that he had also removed his phone from his pocket and was snapping pictures of me clad in only my diaper. I took a sharp breath in with this notice, ready to fuss about the picture when Steve immediately reassured me that these were only for us and he’ll delete them off of his phone very soon. I could only stare blankly at him after that, still in shock that evidence of this existed now. Steve approached the table, sliding another drawer open and removing a pale purple garment. He held it in front of him and began to unfold the purple and laced onesie. There were tufts of lace on the puffy baby-doll arm holes, and a small skirt made of purple fabric lined with more lace. Steve rolled the onesie up in is hands before lifting my head and sliding it through the neck opening. He took pause after my head was through to clasp two buttons on either side of the neck opening, then continued to pull it down my body. I could feel the soft fabric move under my body before covering the diaper. Steve pulled at the onesie to bring the front and rear together, then clasped the 5 snaps together. He again moved back to capture the moment with his phone, my face burning with embarrassment. Steve pulled me off of the table gently, helping regain my balance from the newly acquired bulk prominently noticeable between my legs. The skirt of the onesie lightly draped over the diaper, doing very little to hide the bulk, but providing some covering. I adjusted the onesie slightly, straightening out the fabric to better fit my body, then looked up to Steve to see him nearly in tears as he saw me standing there. “You’re even better than I imagined you would be.” he whispered, moving in for a passionate kiss. I could barely feel his hands as he gripped the back of my diaper, the padding dampening his fingers into a vague pressure. He kissed me for quite a while before moving away, and again admiring his new plaything. I shied away again as the phone was removed and even more pictures were taken. I was beet red from embarrassment as Steve had me pose in different positions to show of my new clothing. He had me pull up the skirt and show the bulk of the diaper, then had me pull the leg opening to the side, confirming beyond a shadow of a doubt that an infantile disposable diaper lies below the purple and lace onesie. Once satisfied with the photo shoot, Steve pulled a pink and white oversized pacifier complete with white ribbon clip from the table and affixed it firmly to my left chest, then lifted the nipple of the pacifier and placed it firmly between my lips. I was led back downstairs to the media room, struggling to grow accustomed to walking with the added bulk between my legs, only able to achieve ambulation with an obvious waddle. I was led to the couch and instructed to sit, then joined by Steve. “Do you remember when we first talked how I told you about the cardinal rules?” he asked. I shook my head in affirmation. “Do you remember what rule one was?” he pressed. I again shook my head in affirmation and spoke “no mathurbathion” as best I could around the nipple of the pacifier. “Very good baby. It’s time for rule two. You are to never remove your diaper under any circumstance unless I give you expressed permission. There are no exceptions. You are never to remove your diaper yourself. Is that absolutely clear?” he said with a stern tone. “Yeth.” I said, muffled by the pacifier. “Very good, baby. Now lets eat, I’m starving.” he said, leading me into the kitchen.

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Subject: Queen Mary Bell Boys Chapter 35 Queen Mary Bell-boys by badboi666 =============================================================================== If sex with boys isn’t your thing, go away. If, as is much more likely, you’ve come to this site precisely to get your rocks off reading about sex with 14-year-olds then make yourself comfortable – you’re in the right place. Don’t leave, however, without doing this: Donate to Nifty – these buggers may do it for love but they still have to eat. fty/donate.html =============================================================================== Chapter 35 It was after 1600 when I got back for a shower. I felt really knackered. I’d come three times in an hour and I needed a rest. However I had an important duty to perform before that. I stood under the warm water and let it pour over me. Even though it was salt water it was refreshing. When I felt a bit livelier I dried myself, dressed and went to see Sir. I told him about Arthur’s limited, but very precise, requirements. “If all he wants is lots of spunk to swallow then we might be able to satisfy him with more than one of us. I had to come three times, and I’m sure he’d have willingly paid for more.” “What do you suggest?” “What about offering him Tim and me? If he likes them young he’ll surely pay well for twins. You could suggest it and see if he bites. You never know, he might even like three of us spraying his tonsils.” “You paint a pretty picture, Patrick. Let me think about it. How did Charlie do? I assume you’ve seen that he’s all right.” “Yes, he’s fine. It was very straightforward.” “How about Andrew – is he going to fit in?” I said I was sure of it, and that he was much more energetic and adventurous with the rest of us than Peter had been, although he had been no slouch, thanks to his big brother. “We’ll know more when he has his first few clients.” “Well, that will be tomorrow,” Sir told me, “he came in half an hour ago to report an approach. See he’s well briefed, won’t you.” I assured Sir that Andrew would not go into the field unprepared. “Thank you, Patrick, you’re a good lad.” I spent an hour in my elevator before knocking off for my meal with Charlie. “How did it go?” he asked. I described how all I’d had to do was come in his mouth three times. “You won’t have any left for me!” exclaimed Charlie. I told him he’d just have to wait until my balls had gone about their quiet business. He grinned. “I can just imagine all the little sperms rubbing their hands together to get ready for action.” “And can you imagine how disappointed they’ll be when they rush up my cock to find themselves several inches deep, up your arse.” “I think they’re more likely to feel highly honoured.” I squeezed his knee under the table. “Yes, you’re right. That’s the best place for them.” What nonsense you talk when you’re happy! After we’d eaten we went back on duty. Arthur travelled with me on one occasion, but we weren’t alone, so only the briefest of smiles passed between us. I got the glad eye from another guy, but we weren’t alone then either. I thought I would see him again later, but by 1945 it hadn’t happened. Just as I was about to go off duty who should get in but Arthur, this time on his own. “An interesting offer has been made to me,” he said, “and I think I have you to thank for it. Your man will tell you in due course, but I shall being seeing you again tomorrow.” “I think I can guess why,” I said, “and I will do my best to satisfy you, Arthur.” He patted my cheek. “I’m sure you will, Patrick.” If this went on I’d need a holiday. At 1950 the six of us had gathered in our cabin. This was becoming a routine, and one we all enjoyed. Six naked boys lay on our big bed. Alan asked Sam how his client had been. “You’ll enjoy this,” said Tim, snuggled up against Sam, “go on, tell them.” “I went in and he was lying on the bed. He had a robe on, but nothing else. He was American, and he was the blackest man I’ve ever seen. I’d say he was in his late twenties. You hear stories about black men’s cocks, so I was keen to see whether they were true.” “What stories?” asked Charlie, whose experience of these matters still had large gaps. “They’re supposed to have huge cocks,” said Tim. Charlie tucked this nugget of information safely away. Sam resumed his story. “I said I was Sam, and what was I to call him. ‘Leroy’ he said. ‘OK, Leroy’ I said, ‘what would you like us to do?’ He beckoned me over to the bed and when I was standing beside it he pulled me onto him. I put my hand into his robe and felt his cock. The stories are true, or at least they were in Leroy’s case. ‘Fuck me, ataköy escort Leroy, that’s the biggest cock I’ve seen. You’re not going to fuck me, are you?’ I said, knowing perfectly well that he was, and that I’d probably love every inch of it after the initial shock had worn off. Leroy made it crystal clear that that was exactly what he was going to do. You can imagine I was pleased, although I pretended to be a bit scared.” Tim reached out and put his arm round Sam. “Never mind, I’m here to took after you,” he said. As you know, Sam is the most gifted of the six of us, but only when it’s hard. The 8 inches he had on display then is exactly twice the size of his cock when it’s not on duty. But his 8 inches were a poor second to Leroy. “How big was it?” asked Andrew. “I didn’t measure it, but I would guess 10 or 11 inches, and quite thick. Most Americans are cut, but he wasn’t. Maybe black parents don’t do it. What was fascinating was when I got close to it, stroking and what have you before he fucked me. His ball bag wasn’t as black as the rest of him, nor was his arse crack. His cock was very black, but when I pulled his foreskin back his cock head was pink, not much different from ours. He didn’t have any hairs on his cock, or his arse. You’d have loved it, Patrick. Anyway I was admiring it and telling him how much I liked it, and he was loving what I was saying, stroking my hair and telling me how much he loved ploughing white furrows, as he put it. I thought I ought to taste it while I was down there as it’s not every day you get an opportunity like that. It tasted spicy. I licked the bit behind his cock head and he went wild. He told me to stop or he’d come too soon. I stopped of course, and licked his balls instead. Then he told me he wanted to 69 with me. Well, that was fine by me, but it didn’t work because he was about 6 foot 6 and I’m only 5 foot 8, so we didn’t fit. As he had his tongue not very far from my arse I decided I would drop a hint that a finger or three would be welcome.” “What kind of hint?” asked Charlie. “Easy,” said Sam, “I put two of mine up his arse.” “How did that go?” asked Alan. “He liked it, because he moaned. I felt around for his prostate and he went wild again. I like clients who appreciate what we do. He groaned and said that he needed to fuck me, as he put it, ‘right now’. He turned over of his back and I realised I was going to be invited to lower my innocent virgin arse onto his nighty weapon, or at least to pretend that that was what I was doing. From my position squatting over it it looked enormous. I lowered myself very slowly, my sighs of delight mixed in with expressions of worry in case I was split wide open.” “Did he get it all in?” asked Charlie. “Oh yes, I wasn’t going to miss out on a record-breaker. The last couple of inches hurt like buggery though. But by the time he’d finished I was happy with the whole hot length of it. He came with a lot if noise and a lot of spunk – jizz, he called it – spraying up my insides. It was a great feeling. I sank down onto him, trying to keep his cock in me. ‘You can rub one out on me,’ he said. It didn’t take much wit to work out what he wanted, so I rubbed one out all right. I said he was 6 foot 6 – well, my spunk must have shot 3 feet, because his cock was still up me when I came, and the first squirt hit his chin. ‘Oh yeah,’ he said, so he was pleased. I was going to lick it off but he stopped me. “No, no, Sam, this is for me. Off you get now. Get dressed and go.’ It was a bit sudden, I thought, but they’re often like that when they’ve shot a good load. I got into my clothes, with his cum still leaking from my arse, and was about to go. ‘Here,’ he said, holding out his hand. He gave me $20. ‘Thanks, Leroy, I loved it – every inch of it.’ and I was back here in the shower less than two minutes later.” “Sir will enjoy that tomorrow morning,” said Tim. “Not as much as I enjoyed it this afternoon.” “What do you think it is about boys that clients get turned on by?” I asked, hoping for a discussion. Alan said, “oh, that’s easy, they want someone who can come really often.” Sam agreed, “and nice young bodies they can perv over.” Andrew added that we were supple and could bend to reach bits that might otherwise be out of reach. “Like what?” asked a sceptical Tim. “Like this,” said Andrew who proceeded to get his tongue nearer to the head of his cock that anyone any of us had seen before – it was only about half an inch away. “Just think,” said Sam, “if yours was as big as mine you could get it in your mouth.” “An hour’s back exercises for you then,” said merter escort Alan. “I think it’s because we haven’t got much hair,” said Tim who, like me, had only a few pubes. The others had some growth, Andrew being possessed of the greatest coverage. “I agree,” I said, “and I reckon we all ought to shave. If it’s a boy’s body they want then maybe the younger-looking the better. What do you think?” Tim said he was up for it, and after a second or two Charlie agreed. Sam looked at Tim and Tim looked at Sam, and Sam then said, “OK, I will if you will.” That left Alan and Andrew. I didn’t want to put them under any pressure, so I said, “why don’t we four shave and you can see what it’s like and decide then.” This was agreed. All we had to do now was shave, and needless to say none of us had any razors or anything. It was obvious that none of us had started shaving our faces yet, so as well as not having a razor between us, none of us had the first idea about how to shave. We would need instruction – or, better still, we would need someone to shave us. That narrowed the field. It was now 2040. Ryan would be coming off duty soon, and he might be the best choice: he’d visited us before and needed only Sam and Andrew to complete his having fucked all of us. I told them I’d go and see if I could find Ryan and was pleased to see five wide grins, three of them perhaps slightly wider than the others. I put my uniform back on again and went up to the the galley. I knew it was a good time to catch him. They were still busy in the galley, but starting to wind down as most passengers had finished dinner. I saw Ryan and went over to talk to him. “Hello, Patrick, how’s things? What do you want this time?” I told him that the group in our cabin needed someone who knew how to shave to show us how to do it. “Aren’t you a bit young to shave?” I gave him a meaningful look. “Oh! I think I see. You mean … ?” I nodded. “Some of us have more than others, and some of us don’t want any at all.” He laughed. “That’s unusual at your age.” This wasn’t the place to expand on why we felt as we did, so all I said was, “if you come to our cabin when you finish here with whatever you need to shave us then each one you shave will no doubt wish to thank you properly.” His eyes widened. “How many of you?” “Four, maybe six.” “Fuck!” he breathed. It took him about three seconds to agree. “I’ll be there at 2230.” When I got back I told them what I’d arranged. They were happy at the idea that proper thanks would be expected. Charlie told Andrew that Ryan had been splendid company, and that he had a treat coming. Tim, who had been there when Ryan was fucking Sam and me, was also keenly looking forward to getting more acquainted with Ryan’s 9 inches. We had over an hour to wait, and it was hard, knowing that we were likely to have a strenuous night, not to anticipate it somewhat. It was Tim who told us all to keep our hands off our cocks, and to make sure that the next spunk that appeared would do so in Ryan, or at least in his presence. To pass the time until then each of us told the story of how he had been introduced to sex. I was touched that Charlie gave me so much credit when all I had done was take the cork out of the bottle – he had done the rest. You’ve heard how Tim and I started, but it was news to the others. “Sir is our priest’s brother – that’s how we got this job,” explained Tim after he had described the well-trodden downward path upon which he had been leading us for the last six years. “That’s how we got in under age.” Alan told us about his Uncle Bob had introduced him to sex. I could see that Sam was interested in this. “What about you, Sam?” I said, “was last week your first time with a man?” Sam nodded. “Yes. I fooled about with other boys, if course, but never with anyone more than a year or two older than me. I was 9 when the boy next door and I were on our own one summer evening after the other boys had gone home. We were playing in the woods further up the valley and he said he had something to show me. He pulled me behind a tree and drooped his shorts. His cock was sticking out of his pants. ‘Why is it poking out?’ I said. ‘Don’t you know?’ ‘No.’ He then started to wank and told me it was fun and felt good, and that I should try it. Well, I did, and mine got hard too. I didn’t remember it being hard before, and it certainly felt good. After a few minutes I stopped. ‘Why have you stopped?’ he said, ‘have you had the feeling? It didn’t look like it.’ I had no idea what he was talking about, but he ignored me and went in wanking. After about another bahçeşehir escort five minutes his knees wobbled and he said ‘oh! oh! oh!’ and his face went funny. I know now that he was having a dry cum but then I thought he was having a fit or something. ‘Are you all right?’ I said. He nodded. ‘That was a good one, the best yet,’ he said. When he’d calmed down I made him explain what had happened. He got hold of my cock and wanked me. ‘Stop, I’m going to pee!’ I said. ‘No you’re not, this is it, just enjoy it.’ He went even faster and then it happened. You know what it was like the first time – scary and fucking magic all at the same time. We did it a lot together after that. He was 11 then, and the first time he came with spunk was on my eleventh birthday. He was sleeping at my house after the party and it was the best present, only I couldn’t tell my mum of course. We went on doing it at every opportunity until he left to go down the pit when he was 15. Luckily by then there were loads of boys my age to play with, and two of them became keen wanking buddies. And then I met you lot, and things got a whole lot better.” Tim grinned. “Too right.” It was Andrew’s turn to tell all. “About a year ago I met another boy my age at work. We were working in a big shop in Glasgow – we’d been there for about two years in the warehouse. It sold furniture and our job at that time was humping bedding around, making the beds for the showroom and generally keeping everything tidy. You’d be surprised how many people lie about and jump on beds when they’re trying them out, and at the end of the day it takes quite a while to make everything look new for the next day. It was so fucking boring. We’d been doing it for about three months. Well one night – we worked from 4 in the afternoon until midnight – we’d done most of the showroom by about 10 and the supervisor had gone off home because he wasn’t well. My pal Will said he needed a break, so we both sat down on one of the beds we hadn’t straightened out yet, and he pulled out a cigarette and lit up. I didn’t smoke, but Will was for ever lighting up. He was leaning back against the head board and began to feel himself. ‘I get so hard sometimes,’ he said, ‘I need to pop one right now.’ I’d not heard the expression ‘popping one’ before, but I knew fine well what he was on about. ‘Me too,’ I said, ‘shall we both do it here?’ ‘Why not,’ says he, ‘no-one’ll know. Old Grumpy’s gone home and there’s only us here.’ So we got our cocks out and started stroking. After a couple of minutes Will looked at me. ‘Do you fancy getting out of our clothes and doing it properly?’ It was a warm night and we were hot with working, so I agreed. We both stripped off and we lay side by side leaning against the head board slowly wanking. There wasn’t any hurry. I looked at his cock. It was a bit shorter than mine, but a lot fatter. I don’t know what suddenly made me do it, but I blurted out ‘I want to suck it.’ Will grinned, ‘go ahead,’ he said, so I did. I’d never even thought about sucking another boy’s cock before, but suddenly the sight of Will’s put it into my head. Anyway, I sucked and he moaned and without any warning his cock lurched in my mouth and he came. I was so surprised I automatically swallowed. Will was so sorry, but I told him not to be so fucking silly. ‘If you’re really sorry you can suck mine tomorrow,’ I said. He looked disappointed. ‘Why not now?’ Well, he did and it was great, and we went on doing it every time we could. A few months later I had a week’s holiday and when I went back to work Will told me that he’d been wanking and Old Grumpy had caught him. ‘What did he do? I asked. ‘He said he’d fire me unless I sucked his cock.’ ‘What did you do?’ ‘What do you think – I still work here, don’t I?’ I smiled.” Alan asked what happened then. “Did Old Grumpy fuck him?” “I don’t think so, but I know Will had to suck the old bugger off pretty often to keep him sweet. I never had anything to do with him luckily.’ “Why ‘luckily’? You enjoy sex with men here all right.” “Yes, but the crew members have all been fit sexy guys with good bodies and nice cocks.” I pointed out that quite a few of the passengers would not be young, nor fit, nor necessarily sexy.” “True, but Old Grumpy was at least 70 and didn’t wash very often.” Now that we all knew each other’s history it was almost time for Ryan to arrive. The real fun was about to start. =============================================================================== The fun continues in Chapter 36 as we continue to race westwards. The story is, of course, fiction, but the photographs in Queen Mary 2 are real. I saw them while making a transatlantic crossing a few months ago, and the boy I describe as “me” is really cute. I’m sure he had adventures … Drop me a line at net – that is after you’ve dropped a few quid. ===============================================================================

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Subject: Richard College, Adult Youth Back again it appears, with another story. This one is pretty much true as written, it was me and my first actual sexual experience with another guy and his younger brothers. Hope you all enjoy it! I’m including a list of my stories at the end, should you wish to read anything else I’ve written. Normally I finish a story before I post any of the parts, this time I’m posting the initial part before moving on to the rest of the story. I’d be interested in any of your comments, feel free to email me ota and thanks for reading! Richard Well, it was 1971 and I was 20. I was in college and just lazing around, no work for this boy. My best friend for the past few years was Walt, he was a year older than me and totally straight. I was gay but it never came up in our conversation, he wasn’t my type at all and I guess he knew it so he didn’t mention it. I had been sucking off my next door neighbor since he and I were both 13 and while I was sure he told people about it, nobody ever bothered me with any slurs or tried to bully me. It helps if you’ve got a reputation as being totally crazy. I was 6′ tall, long brown hair, blue eyes. A nice body, perhaps a bit skinny and I was often told I was kinda “pretty” which bugged me when I was 13 but not so much now at 20. So there was this woman named Dottie, she was a friend of Walt and I had met her a few times at the local pizza shop. She was our age but already married and had a 2 year old little girl. Somehow those two things are related… Anyway, Walt and I went over to Dottie’s apartment one Saturday morning and after we knocked on the door she answered. As we went in I heard a noise in the other room and then came in a man, I mean a man our age, not some old guy. He had one of those late Beatle’s haircuts, long, straight, no trace of facial hair though. He was around 6’1″ tall, thin but well built, it was easy to tell since all he had on were tight shorts. Walt introduced me to him, said his name was Richard and after we shook hands Richard looked at Walt and said “Is this the gay guy?” and I guess Walt must have shook his head or gave some type of signal because Richard looked at me, cupped his dick and balls and said “You want some of this?” and then he laughed. I was taken aback, some, but I had quick wit so I responded “I don’t think Dottie would like me sucking your dick”. Dottie looked at me and laughed “Suck it if you want, I’m not gonna do that” This did take me up short, a bit. “Not with an audience, I’m only one on one” Dottie looked over at Walt “Weren’t we gonna go to the mall for a few hours? Let’s go and leave them alone.” At this Walt shrugged, looked at me and when I didn’t say anything he just gathered up the kid’s stroller and with one last backwards glance the two of them left the apartment, leaving me alone with a guy that I had just met. “Can you believe those two?” I said, with a nervous giggle. “You gonna blow me?” he said, stepping closer. I could see that his pants were fuller than they were earlier. “Man, that bitch won’t fuck me, suck me, she won’t even touch my dick since she had the kid. I haven’t even jerked off for 2 weeks.” “You’re serious?” I said. “Close your eyes” he said and when I did and opened them at his command he was standing naked in front of me, his dick 90% hard. 7″ solid inches of meat, cut and just throbbing as it rose to full erection. Man, his body was so hot, no hair except a little trail to his navel, a small pubic bush and smooth from the waist up. “You want it, don’t you?” he whispered. “I can see you’re hard in your pants. Strip down, let me help” and with that last word he was on me. He almost ripped off my shirt, then took the pants I had unzipped and pulled them off after I had kicked off my shoes. Then I was standing in front of him, my 6″ dick hard and he took one of my arms and lifted it up, peering at my armpit. “Do you shave your pits?” he asked. “No, I just never grew hair there.” and he turned me slowly around and just looked at me. THen he took my hand and led me into the bedroom and lay down, motioning me to his dick. I got close and could feel the heat of it, he smelled good, like a guy. There’s no way to explain that smell, either you like it, or you don’t. He had probably showered a couple of hours earlier and the sweat was just from the hot apartment, not any exercise. Plus there was this smell that’s just sex, as his dick got hotter it just seemed to pour out of him and into me and fuck, it made me so hot. I pushed my face down to the bottom of his dick and smelled his nuts and the smell was even stronger. His sack was so full, it was like he had months of sperm in there. I licked the spot where his balls and dick met and he moaned. “Fuck man, just suck me, let me cum once and then you can do more before I cum again but I gotta cum” he moaned so I took the head of his dick in my mouth, ran my tongue all around it to get it went and took about 5″ of it in my mouth, sucking hard. His ass lifted up off the bed and his hands went to my head and I felt him hold me tight as he started to fuck my mouth. I didn’t have much control except that I had fingers around the base of his dick so as he drove in the head went right to my throat but not in it, just enough to make me gag a little with each thrust. I felt his dick get harder and harder and then he pushed my head down hard and kept me there while his dick pulsed in my mouth filling me with his two week old load. Over and over he shot and I swallowed once, twice, three times and the shots tapered off to an ooze. He fucked slowly in and out of my mouth now, each thrust pushing out a little more sperm that I savored, keeping it in my mouth as he stirred it around. Finally he pulled his still hard dick out of my mouth and relaxed. “Thanks man, I needed that. I need it again and maybe again after that” he said, pointing down to his dick, still hard and glistening from my saliva. I didn’t go for his dick, I started to lick his balls and he gasped a little and spread his legs wide apart so I could reach every part of him. I licked up and down, sucked one of his nuts in my mouth and licked it good, then went to the other one. I tried to get under his nuts but either he didn’t notice or didn’t want it so I came up and just licked his dick like a lollipop, bottom to top, and kept my head moving. I felt him pull at me and then he started to move me so I was still licking him but with my stomach on the bed, my ass and legs down by his head. I felt his hand on my legs, rubbing them up and down and I moaned as I started sucking his dick again. I was still a total virgin, never been touched by anyone in a sexual manner. All I had ataköy escort done, to this point, was suck my next door neighbor and my cousin in North Carolina and they never had me get undressed, never offered to do anything back. Just suck, cum, swallow and that was it. I felt him move a little on the bed, then relax back down and then he lifted me up and pulled me into a position where my ass was right at his face. “You’re so smooth, you sure you don’t shave?” he said, his hand rubbing across my ass. “Your ass is so much nicer than Dottie, her’s is all fat and flabby, yours is smooth and round and nice” rubbing my ass more. Nobody had ever touched my ass and it was like an electric shock. All I could do was moan and suck his dick even harder. Now, I was so naive and, to be honest, I never thought about him fucking me. I felt him pull apart my cheeks and knew he was looking at my asshole. “Fuck, that’s such a tight looking asshole” and I could feel his fingers rub across it. I heard him sniff and then I felt a wet sensation on my asshole and realized it was his tongue. He was eating my ass out and I was about to lose it. I slammed my face down and, in this position, his dick slid all the way into my throat. I don’t think I even noticed, I didn’t gag at all and I pulled up some and moaned loudly again and pressed my ass back against his face. He raised his hips up and rammed his dick back down my throat and I just took it. I sucked as hard as I could and he kept brutally ramming his dick all the way in my throat. Then he just held it all the way in and just ground his pelvis against my face. I could feel his dick hitting every spot in my throat, every part of my mouth, it was just filled with him but my mind was centered on his tongue in my ass. I couldn’t tell you how long this went on. Might have been a few minutes, might have been hours. I was so lost in a sexual haze and then I felt something hard at my hole and a colder wetness. He had lubed his finger and was pressing it in me. I arched my back as his finger slid inside, my hole was a little loose from his tongue attack and there was no resistance as he pushed it in all the way. I felt him moving it around and jumped as he hit a spot inside me. He noticed and kept moving at that spot and I lost it, his dick was in my throat, his finger in my ass and my body felt like I was going to cum right there, all over him. I wiggled my ass and I heard him moan and then he ripped his dick out of my throat and mouth and rolled me over like a ragdoll. “I’m gonna fuck you” he growled and he didn’t wait for any response. I was still dazed from the sexual feelings, I swear I could still feel his finger inside me as he positioned me on my back and stuck a pillow under my ass. He took my legs and draped them on his shoulders and looked down at me. “You want me to fuck you?” “Yes, yes, please fuck me, do whatever you want” I babbled. “Grab my dick and put me at your asshole.” and I did as he ordered. I could feel the spongy head of his dick slightly pressing into my barely loosened asshole and he looked down at me “You’re fucking pretty” and he leaned down and kissed me. I felt his tongue stab into my mouth as his dick pushed into me, slowly but steadily. My ass was tight but it was no match for his dick and his power and I felt the head slide into me, followed by all 7″ of his dick. I grunted against his tongue, it was invading the other end of me at a furious pace and then I really fucking snapped. I wanted him to fuck me, I wanted him to kiss me, I wanted him to just fucking use me and I was going to prove I was better than his wife. I squeezed my ass around his dick and I heard him moan and felt him start to move. He pulled out just a little, then back in and kept going until his dick was barely inside me before pressing back in. He raised up off me and looked at my eyes and slammed his dick hard into me, the shock of it causing me to open my mouth, almost in a scream but it came out more like a whine and, as he kept eye contact he kept on slamming into me, watching my face and, after a few minutes he saw what he wanted. My body just relaxed and I totally submitted to him. I guess he saw it in my eyes because he covered my mouth with his and really started to fuck me. He was like a machine and now that the initial pain was gone I felt it, it was like before but it wasn’t his finger hitting that spot in me, it was his dick. Over and over my body shook as he kept stimulating me and the fuck went on and on. He was sweating and I could feel drops hitting my face as his hair really got wet. I saw a drop of his sweat on his cheek and I leaned up and licked it off, it was so salty and tasted like him. At this he leaned in again and almost devoured me with his kiss. My ass was on fire from his brutal fucking and my dick was hard and leaking all over me. I felt him get even faster in his movement and then he rammed in me and started to cum. I could feel him shooting deep inside me and it set me off and I shot hard, the first shot went over my head, the second hit him in the chin as he kissed me and then more shots all over me as he shot in me. He lay on me and my cum coated both of us as we both came down from our orgasms. Finally he stopped and raised up and looked down at me. I was a sweaty mess, hair tangled, all red in the face and cum was everywhere. He was the same, even now more of his sweat dripped off onto me. I felt him pull back and his dick slipped out of my ass and I felt a cool breeze caress my bruised hole as it struggled to close. I lowered my legs and he lay full length on me. I could feel his dick against mine, both of us were still at least half hard, the slickness of his cum and my cum along with the lube he had used made our bodies almost connect, I could feel him from my feet to my head. At last though he looked at me “That was the best sex I’ve ever had. If I had known you at 15 I’d have never bothered to fuck a girl” and I blushed. “I wish you had known me then” I whispered. “That was the first sex I ever had and it was incredible.” We lay there a few minutes, getting our senses back and when he tried to raise up we were stuck together from my cum all over the two of us. I swear it made a sound as he got up off me. “We better go get a shower” he said. “Together?” I asked and he shook his head yes. For a small apartment this place had a huge tub and shower, plenty of room for 2 people in it. As I stood I could feel some of his cum leaking out of my ass and running down my leg and even that turned me on. I tried not to get hard as we made it into the bathroom together, we were just bouncing against each other as we walked in, merter escort I know there had to be a trail of cum that had run out of me but I didn’t care. He got the water warm and stepped in, pulling me in there with him. “You wash me, I’ll wash you” he said, handing me the soap and I lathered up and handed it back to him. I started with his shoulders and just ran my hands over him. He was so nice and hard under my hands, sliding effortlessly as I went under his arms, then down to his chest. He was doing the same thing to me and while it was erotic and the feelings making me hot, my dick wasn’t up and neither was his. I got down on my knees in the shower and soaped up his feet and legs, feeling every inch of him. I lightly touched his nuts as I did the inside of his legs and he shivered and turned around and there was his ass. Right in front of me. Fuck, he wasn’t so smooth there, not covered in hair but there was a bit but it didn’t turn me off. Instead it made him more of a man to me. I lathered him up there and even made sure to clean over his asshole. I didn’t try to push in, not even a little but I did make sure he was totally clean. I kinda wanted to stick my tongue in there like he had done to me. I went up his back and he was completely soaped up. I rinsed him off and, as I was rinsing off his feet, I licked the inside of his leg, just once and felt his leg tremble. Then he pulled me up and started to do the same thing back to me. He didn’t get on his knees like I had done, he just told me to hold on and lifted each leg up so he could do me from the foot on up. When he got to my ass though I felt his breath quicken as he looked at me. “Man your hole is so open, even with the soap I still smell my cum inside you. Bend over a little” and he pushed me forward so my ass was opened up to him. He took a finger and pushed it in me, then a second finger and a third. I barely had time to get accustomed to it before he was moving them in and out. Each time he did more cum leaked out and finally he sniffed his fingers. “All clean” he said, smiling. We did each others hair and face and then, completely clean, we looked at each other in the shower. There were no soft dicks now, both of us were hard again and I was ready, for anything. He leaned in and kissed me, we were both still wet and I slid to the wall and barely stayed on my feet. I surrendered to him, feeling his tongue fucking into my mouth. He broke the kiss and jumped out of the shower, pulling me with him. “Come on, I’m horny again” and he almost dragged me back to the bed, dripping from the bathroom back to the bedroom. “You know we’re wet right? You want a wet bed?” I asked as we neared the bed and he didn’t answer, he just picked me up and tossed me in the middle of the bed and jumped on top of me. “Fuck the bed” and he swung around so we were back in the 69 position. “Open up” and he sunk his dick into my mouth and didn’t stop until his pubes met my lips. I felt his dick slide right into my throat and swallowed, trying to pull it even deeper into my throat and then I felt him pull up my hips and suddenly my dick was in his mouth. I fucking lost my mind, never had I had a blowjob but now I see why the two guys I’d been sucking off for 6 years liked it so much. I started to move on his dick and he began to fuck my mouth. I guess maybe I wasn’t reacting like he thought, I wasn’t sure what to do with my dick, do I fuck his mouth? I didn’t want to do something wrong. He started to pull my hips up and down, making me fuck his face and, when I started to move on my own, he grabbed the lube, put a large glob on his finger and pushed it back up my ass. Holy fuck my head was spinning. He was rubbing against that spot inside me and, with the feeling of his tongue and lips on my dick, it was about to make me pass out. I felt myself rapidly approaching an orgasm, it’s damn hard to hold back when you’re pretty much still virginal and a hot fucking guy is doing all this to you. I was having trouble even moving on his dick but I don’t think he noticed, he was still fucking my mouth balls deep every single thrust and moving faster as he went. His dick felt harder and harder and I knew this meant he was gonna cum again soon and I was trying my best to hold off from shooting until he got there. I thought I was going to lose the battle but suddenly he jammed his dick into my throat and I felt it expand and cum shot directly to my belly. My dick exploded in his mouth, I felt him gag at the power of the first shot of sperm, followed by lots more. He was still pressing inside me, each time more cum shot. I was moaning, trying to gag from just the power of his dick pressed in my throat and I moaned at the thought of not being able to taste his cum and he pulled back and shot a big load inside my mouth, some of it went up my nose as he jammed his dick back down my throat and now I could taste and smell his cum. He was sucking on my dick as it continued to shoot and then ooze in his mouth and, to my surprise, I felt him swallow a couple of times and, as he did, my dick just kinda slipped into his throat. Just a little, I was only 6″ so it barely made it but his throat tight against the head of my super sensative just cum dick almost killed me. He rolled me to the side, not taking my dick out of his mouth and we both just lay there, our dicks softening in each other’s mouths. We broke apart and he turned and lay down beside me, staring into my eyes. “Are you having a good time?” he asked. “A great time” I said and laughed and so did he. “We are gonna get together again right?” he said, kissing me softly. “Anytime you got the apartment to yourself” I said and man, I wanted him every fucking day. “Did I do anything you didn’t like?” “No, I liked it all.” “Anything you wanna do that you didn’t do?” I thought about it and what I really wanted to do was eat out his ass. Not to fuck him, I was gonna be the girl and I realized that, I just wanted him to sit right on my face until he got tired of me eating his ass. “Umm, there’s one thing.” “Tell me” he urged. “I wanna eat your ass out. I don’t wanna fuck you, I want you to sit right on my face and let me lick you.” “Fuck yeah, you can do that. Nobody’s ever done that to me.” and he got up and I lay on my back and just watched as he got over me. I reached up to his ass and pulled his cheeks apart and his hole was tiny and tight looking. I knew he was clean, I washed him myself and I just waited as he lowered himself and I guided him until his asshole was right over my mouth, my lips all around it. I stabbed at him with my tongue and felt him jump and moan. I could barely hear him, he was really bahçeşehir escort pressing down on my face. It wasn’t painful and all I had on my mind was his hole. I kept licking at it and trying to get my tongue in it. I wasn’t having much luck but I felt him press down a little harder and his hole opened right up and my tongue went in it at least an inch. By now my dick was hard again and I could feel him grab it and maul it. Not jerking it, just holding my dick tight in his hands. He kept flexing his hole as I tongue fucked him. I had cum a couple of times, I was in no danger of cumming the way he was handling me. I could tell he was jerking off while I was eating out his ass, every so often his arm would bump against me. I ate his ass for almost 20 minutes when he suddenly just jumped off me. His face was all flushed and his dick was hard and throbbing again. “Fuck man, you turn me on so fucking much. Now it’s MY turn!” and he pulled me back over him, his dick at my mouth and my ass in his face. He pushed my head down to suck his dick and he started to eat me out. It seemed so different this time, my hole was still loose and he was able to right away fuck my hole with a couple inches of his tongue. My ass felt sore, felt great, it just felt. It’s hard to describe but every nerve ending was alert now, my ass knew how good things could feel. “Can I fuck you again? Please? I’ve never been this horny for someone in my whole fucking life.” He phrased it as a question but he had me on my back before the question was even done. There was that same cum soaked pillow under me and this time he just pushed right into me. No lube, just my saliva on his dick and his on my asshole. I moaned so loud that he kissed me to shut me up. This was pain, this was pleasure, this was just sheer fucking. No stopping, no slow and get used, just ram it in and out and fuck hard. He bent me over more and more until he was almost fucking straight down into my ass and I swear I could feel his dick at the back of my throat every time he rammed in deep. He pushed in all the way and rolled me over until I was on top of him. “Fuck yourself on my dick baby” he hissed at me and I obediently started to move up and down, staring at him as I did it. Licking my lips, being just as slutty as I could imagine. He pulled me down and kissed me and started to fuck me himself, his dick slicing in and out of my tender hole. My dick was rubbing against his stomach as he continued to fuck me and I could feel another orgasm building. I had never cum this many times in a day before, let alone in a few hours. I wasn’t sure I could cum but it felt like it and, the more my dick leaked on him the better it felt to me. His dick was just plowing me, no pauses, no easy, nothing but tongue in my mouth and my ass being used like a loose whore. I moaned loudly as I felt myself start to cum on Richard and then I felt his dick get as hard as steel and he rammed it all the way in and unloaded deep in me. “I’m gonna knock you up” he whispered into my open mouth. “Knock you up”. He rolled me off him and his dick slipped out of my abused ass. I almost shouted, now that the sexual haze was clear I realized just how sore I was. “Go get a washcloth, clean me up” and I did, trying to hold his cum in me until I could get to the bathroom. I stuck two fingers inside myself and could feel his cum, I saw him watching me so I pulled out my fingers and stuck them in my mouth, slurping loudly, tasting his cum and my ass both. It was a flavor I never thought I’d like but now I loved it. After I cleaned him up he used his own fingers to scoop the cum out of my gaping hole and fed it to me until there wasn’t anything left to taste. I noticed the clock, we had been at this for almost 3 hours so we got dressed and he took the sheets and tossed them in the wash. “I gotta get home” I said. “You gotta come back again tomorrow, Dottie will be at work” Richard said. “I mean if you want. This was the best sex I ever had and I don’t wanna go without it for more than a day or so. Hope you agree.” “It was the best sex I ever had too. Just call me when she’s gone” and with that I left. The air outside smelled so different, I can only imagine how bad that apartment smelled inside from the intensity of the sex we had. That was Richard’s problem. I went home and when I sat down pain shot through my ass. There was no blood but fuck man he had really fucked my virgin ass hard and I felt it all the way to my stomach. Walt came over later and noticed I was sitting very gingerly and we talked about what had happened. I left out anything Richard did like kissing, sucking, eating out my ass. That was none of Walt’s business. This led to very frequent sexual encounters. Three or four times a week. Not quite as intense as the first day, he never had a chance to get too horny before I was back but they never lost that excitement. I loved getting fucked, loved how he sucked my dick, kissed me, ate my ass. We even talked about love, he said he loved me but that he couldn’t leave Dottie and I did kinda love him but I knew it was never going to last so I just enjoyed the whole friend with lots of benefits relationship. Dottie always seemed just as friendly when we talked but the subject of sex never came up again. I’m sure she knew, I guess it made it easier on her since he was getting laid with me. It had been almost 6 months when Richard called me and I came over. He had these two boys there, you could tell they were twins, they were for sure identical. Couldn’t tell the age but they seemed young. Richard took me in the kitchen. “These are my twin brothers, they just turned 13 yesterday” he said. “I’m hoping you can show them a good time as much as you do me, I don’t want them making the same mistakes, getting some bitch pregnant like I did.” The end of part one….. Other stories by me on Nifty – Please check them out. 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Subject: Queen Mary Bell Boys Chapter 132 Queen Mary Bell-boys by badboi666 =============================================================================== If sex with boys isn’t your thing, go away. If, as is much more likely, you’ve come to this site precisely to get your rocks off reading about sex with 14-year-olds then make yourself comfortable – you’re in the right place. Don’t leave, however, without doing this: Donate to Nifty – these buggers may do it for love but they still have to eat. fty/donate.html =============================================================================== Chapter 132 Promptly at 1815 there was a knock on the door and Will came in. Finding two other officers there as well as Slim and Prince he said, “is this a convenient time?” Slim stood up. “Yes, of course. Gentlemen, will you excuse us please.” The officers left and Prince got up to go as well. Slim made no move to stop him, but asked him to wait outside. “I may need you before Dinner.” Knowing the cocktail habits of the senior officers Prince knew that Slim would not wish to go on for more than 20 minutes. Before he reached the door however, Will stopped him. “I think Prince ought to stay, Colonel, if you don’t mind.” Slim was surprised by this, but said that if Will wanted Prince to stay he must have a reason for doing so. “Why don’t we all sit down. What can I do for you, Mr Miles?” “Has Prince been useful to you, Colonel? Is his conduct satisfactory?” “Yes to both. He hears things discussed in here and I have told him that what is said here stays here.” He turned to Prince. “Have you said anything to any of your colleagues?” “No, Sir.” Will smiled. “I’m glad, but not in the least surprised. Colonel, would I be right then in thinking that you trust Prince to keep his mouth shut.” “Again yes.” “In that case I’m about to say something to you which will require all three of us to keep our mouths shut. I am aware of your visits to Prince and his friends, and the reason I’m aware is that I share your interest in the activities they enjoy providing. Before the War they and several crew members held little get-togethers well away from the eyes of passengers, and these have continued on a smaller scale since they painted us grey. I should like to be able to join you from time to time, but I accept that my doing so might put you in an awkward position. So I ask you, Colonel – or Slim, as I believe you are called in more informal circumstances – whether you would be happy if I were to join you in the bowels of the ship.” Slim was stunned by this, and had half-risen from his chair when Will had said that he knew what he was up to. He took a few moments to collect his thoughts. Then a smile broke out. “Yes, I can see no reason why not. We will both be hung out to dry if anyone discovers us, but both of us being there doesn’t increase the risk. I take it you are fully in the picture about the nature of the activities we are discussing?” “Oh yes, our tastes are very similar, and a discreet few words assured me that you would be unlikely to object.” “In that case – what should I call you, by the way, if I am to be Slim?” “Will.” “In that case, Will, joining you in the bowels of the ship will be entirely pleasing. And not just the ship’s bowels if I read you right.” Will grinned. “Oh yes, Slim, you do.” Throughout all of this Prince had sat listening amazed to what he was hearing. He had had invigorating and exotic sex with each of these men, and had dealt formally and correctly with both of them. It was difficult for him to get his head round the way the conversation had changed from a formal one to one of arranging sexual assignations. Will looked at him. “It’s all right, Prince, you’re allowed to breathe. Are you happy with all this?” “Of course … Will. Patrick and Slim talked about moving the sling into the shower. I take it we should do that straight away?” Both men smiled. “I think that would be wise,” said Will, “I am on duty from 2000 through the night, but tomorrow night I will be off duty from 2200. Would tomorrow night be convenient?” Slim said that he was in the habit of coming down at 2300, so it was agreed that they would both seek ataköy escort the pleasures of the sling at 2300 the next day. All three stood up. “Tell Patrick and the others,” said Slim, “and get that damn sling shifted. And now I think I’ve earned my martini more than on any other evening. I won’t need you again tonight, Prince.” Will and Prince left, neither saying anything once they were back in public, as it were. When I fixed Slim’s martini he winked. “Prince has news for you,” he said. He didn’t know that I was inside the loop, so instead of beaming widely at the thought of him and Will taking turns in the sling I contented myself with smiling in a professional manner. “Thank you, Sir.” ***** Some 28 hours later the sling had been re-erected, as had most of us in anticipation of what (and who) was to come. Will’s joining in had altered the whole dynamic. We eight had discussed things and agreed that Will and Slim should set the agenda, at least for the first such visit. We would revert to being bell boy whores, willing to do whatever the men wanted. Tim pointed out that none of our clients had ever seemed to raise any objection when we had made suggestions about favoured directions in which things might usefully have moved. Beer was drunk, clothes were shed, cocks were stroked. The party would soon start. The door opened and Will came in. “You don’t hang around,” he said with a grin. It had been over a month since he’d last joined us and he wasn’t hanging around either. Clothes off, beer opened, there were nine of us waiting for Slim to appear. Nigel knelt between Will’s legs and licked the underside of his long thin cock. Will shuddered. “It’s been too long.” Nigel took Will’s cock into his mouth. “Mmm! That’s so good, Nigel.” Seeing the two of them busy Tim and I decided we wouldn’t wait for Slim – he was usually prompt and it wasn’t 2300 yet. Charlie spread his legs and I settled happily between them, kneeling and licking his gorgeous inches. I gently peeled his foreskin back and kissed the wet delight underneath. He sighed deeply and bent forward to kiss me. Our tongues met, but did so softly, gently – this was not a frantic kiss, but a calm relaxed loving one: the frenzy would come later, and would be with other partners. As I went back down to Charlie’s cock I noticed Tim nuzzling Prince. Graham and Sam were stroking each other. Only Javid wasn’t yet involved. Perhaps he had decided to be readily available when Slim arrived. No-one wanted to come until Slim arrived, but the beer was beginning to make its presence felt. “Where is he?” Tim muttered, “it’s after 2300, and he’s usually on the button.” Needless to say that was when Slim put his head round the door. “Not too late, I hope. Hello Will, don’t get up.” Will grinned. By the time Slim had slipped out of his clothes Javid, naked and erect, had placed a beer in his hand and was kneeling in front of him with his tongue out. “Come on, Slim, give me a taste.” Will said, “they’re good hosts, Slim. Tonight they want to pretend to be bell boys again, so it’s up to us old men to use them how we will.” Slim said that was fine by him, but he wanted Will to fuck him. “I love a long cock up inside doing the business, and there’s three fine ones here – yours, Sam’s and Prince’s. I want all three.” Will said that he would be happy to take his turn. “I gather that you’re happy to have whatever comes out of these guys’ cocks shot up you, just like me.” “No, Will, not happy – anxious. Piss first, then good honest bell-boy jizz … and officer jizz too, of course.” I got up from between Charlie’s legs. “The sling’s in the shower room, but there’s not a lot of room – we can’t all fit in.” “I can’t see why not,” said Graham, “one in the sling, one fucking him, two either side of his head, two either side of his belly, what’s that – six. The four others – yes, I see what you mean.” “There’s no need to be so organised,” said Tim, “for God’s sake why don’t we just get on with it. I need to piss and my cock isn’t on the list of cocks Slim wants up his arse, so I’ll just piss on whoever’s in the sling, but please can we just get on with it?” merter escort “Well said, Tim,” said Will, “come on.” He and Slim went to the shower room, followed by Tim, Sam, Prince and Graham. The four of us stayed in our cabin, knowing that our turn would come. Charlie went over to Javid. “I want you to fuck me,” he said. Javid broke into a broad grin. “I’d love that, Charlie,” and taking my lover in his arms they kissed deeply. Nigel and I caught each other’s eye and he hopped over to my bed. “Come on then,” I said, “let’s show those two what we can get up to.” What we got up to was a very satisfying 69 session, he on his back and I on top. Neither of us wanted to come when we started, but somehow each of us seemed to press a trigger in the other. After all, we were both young enough to come two or three times in an hour, so when we had been sucking and licking for a few minutes I pushed a finger in his arse. Immediately he put a finger up me and – well, one thing led to another. When we each had three fingers merrily playing sexy music on the other guy’s prostate there was no holding back. He came in my mouth, several strong jets of sweet salty joy, savoured, rolled round my mouth, and swallowed. I was close too, and his fingers doubled their efforts. I groaned happily and unleashed his reward. As we relaxed afterwards we looked over to the other two. Javid had fucked Charlie – we’d somehow heard that while we were occupied, and Charlie was cuddling him and stroking his back in his arms. I smiled at Charlie, marvelling for the millionth time that I was so lucky. God knows how many billion people there were in the World, but I had found the one who mattered, and who would always matter. The smile on his face told me that he felt the same. I knew he would fuck me when the party was over- a long slow loving fuck quite unlike the ones we’d all be having in the shower with the others. It’s funny how many different fucks there are. Sam and Tim came in. “It’s your turn in there,” said Sam, “I’ve fucked Slim and Will’s in the sling now. You four go and hose him down.” It was a squash when we got in there, but Graham and Prince offered to make room. “Slim’s having a break,” said Prince, “one down and two to go in there.” Slim was sitting on the floor, his back leaning on the tiled wall, a broad smile on his face. “Sam got the party started with a bang,” he said, “and I’m just letting it all leak out. See to Will – it’s his turn. When you’ve finished doing whatever he needs I’m back in the sling and Prince is next to warm me up.” Having made sure that he was happy just to sit and leak Charlie and I went to where Will was lying in the sling, his wrists and ankles fettered, his arse displayed for all to see. His whole body was soaked in piss. “Been fucked yet, Will?” I said. He shook his head. “One of you get in there and piss – it’s bone dry up there.” I rather doubted this as there was a steady trickle of liquid running down his perineum into the seat of the sling. Javid nudged Nigel. “Get in there and give him what he wants, then Patrick. Charlie can go last and fuck the daylights out of him.” “What about you?” I said. “I’ve only just fucked Charlie – give me time. I shall stand by Will’s head and offer words of comfort if he finds the ordeal too stressful. I shall also offer my cock should he need to suck anything in his distress.” Snorts of mirth from all concerned, including the fettered Will. “Just get your cock up me, Nigel, for God’s sake.” Nigel positioned himself and teased Will’s arse lips for a few seconds before gradually feeding his half-hard cock in. When he was in as far as he could go he pulled Will’s thighs towards him, sealing his cock in as best he could. Ten seconds passed … neither Nigel nor Will breathed … piss started to trickle … the trickle became a stream … a torrent. Will moaned in ecstasy as he felt the hot liquid fill his rectum, swelling, pouring deeper inside. In no time his arse was full and tight as Nigel’s grip could make it, piss leaked … gushed out, some with such force that Nigel’s belly was soon as wet as Will’s arse and the sling. Still Nigel pissed bahçeşehir escort – almost a full minute. Then “I’m done, Will.” “Out then, fast – Patrick, in as soon as you can. Don’t let too much escape.” “Not this time, Will,” I said. Tonight we’ve gone back to being bell-boy whores, and this whore wants to torment you. Why, a big man like you, full of piss from goodness knows how many sexy 14-year-olds, demanding to have more piss poured up you? No, Will, I need my treat first,” and I knelt and rimmed his sopping wet perineum. I was pretty sure that Will’s arse muscle would involuntarily relax when my tongue worked its whore-proud magic – and I was not wrong. “Oh fuck, Patrick!” was all he managed to say before I saw (immediately before I shut my eyes) his arse dilate and a wall of piss started to soak my face. (I don’t mind piss on my face, but it stings like buggery if you get it in your eyes.) Charlie had worked out what was in my mind, because when I reached my right hand down he used both his hands to grease me thoroughly. “I think your arse is empty, Will, but before I put my cock in there I need to check it’s OK,” and without any preparation I put four fingers in, rolling them back and forth over Will’s prostate. “Aaah! yes, yes Patrick, all the way,” he begged. “Very good, Sir,” and in I went until I could go no further. Slim had got up to see this. “I had no idea you offered advanced stuff, Patrick.” “I don’t think we did when you last sailed with us, Slim, but we sure do now,” and I pulled back several inches and punched in again. “Aaah!” from Will, accompanied by a fountain of piss from him. Javid reached over and rubbed the piss into Will’s chest. “Here,” muttered Will, “your cock, Javid.” Javid leaned over, his cock touching Will’s lips. “I can’t come, Will, but I’ll piss if you want.” Will nodded. “In your mouth or on your face?” “Face.” Javid moved back a few inches. Will shut his eyes. If Will was about to get his face pissed on I wanted to help at the other end, so my arm came out at a great rate of knots (“aaah” again from the other end) and my cock was up there, pissing almost immediately. If Will had died at that moment he would have died a happy man, satisfied beyond measure at both ends. It couldn’t last though – bladders like balls empty fairly quickly – and a minute later Javid and I were done. I pulled out, my cock followed by another torrent. “Your turn, Charlie, it’s fuck time.” Charlie had made sure that his cock was good and hard, knowing that once I was out he’d be on parade immediately. As I think I may have mentioned, Charlie has a fine turn of sped in the fucking department when speed is called for, and I swear that there were sparks coming out of Will’s arse as he did his bit. “Yes, yes, yes,” he cried, accelerating (was it possible?) as prime Sutherland spunk gathered itself in his prime Sutherland balls for the rapid journey up his prime Sutherland cock into the piss-infested depths of Third Officer William Miles. Slim, now standing by Will on the opposite side to Javid, aimed his cock at Will’s cock and let fly with the beer he’d been keeping for just such an opportunity. Charlie slipped out. Gallons of piss poured out. Will quietly pointed out that, although he had been copiously pissed on and up, and been fisted, and thoroughly fucked, his balls were as full as they had been when he climbed into the sling 15 – was it only 15? – minutes earlier. “I need to come. Patrick, you 14-year-old whore, suck me off, boy!” “Aye Sir.” This was the kind of order I liked. Reader, I fellated him. =============================================================================== The fun continues in Chapter 133 as it’s Slim’s turn in the sling again. I gave an inaccurate URL earlier. It should be https://warfarehistorynetwork/wwii/voyages-to-victory-rms-queen-marys-war-service/ That pesky “s”. The photographs in Queen Mary 2 are real. I saw them while making a transatlantic crossing in 2017, and the boy I describe as “me” is really cute. I’m sure he had adventures … I will be reacquainting myself with these pictures in Queen Mary 2 when I make another pair of Atlantic crossings in April. There will be a three-week pause in the wartime adventures of our eight friends – or perhaps their post-war escapades: who knows how quickly the story will develop. Drop me a line at net – that is after you’ve dropped a few quid. ===============================================================================

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Joel III Chapter 32 “What do you mean, the judge took him away?” I reacted.

“She said it wasn”t right that a black be fostered by a white man, especially a single white man. She ignored the recommendations of both the CPS caseworker and Bran”s Guardian ad Litem. CPS had requested that Bran”s father”s parental rights be terminated and that they be given Permanent Managing Conservatorship.”

“What did Bran”s attorney say? Wasn”t he represented by Karen Lin?” I asked, not believing what Eric had just told me.

“She wasn”t there. She didn”t show up,” Eric said angrily. “I”ve tried to call her, but I can”t reach her. I don”t know what happened.”

“What did the judge say about Bran”s education? Didn”t she realize that his school is one of the finest private schools in the state? I can”t believe that a judge would be that stupid. Is Bran going to be able to come back here to get his things?”

“Yes, but his caseworker has to bring him.”

“Where did the judge put him? Who”s he going to live with?” I asked.

“She ordered him to be placed in a foster home in the Houston area,” Eric said.

“Let me see what I can do. I”ll call Benjamin to see if he knows why Karen didn”t show up. She did know about the rescheduled hearing, didn”t she?”

“Yes, I talked to her as soon as I knew the hearing had been rescheduled.”

“Look, I”ll call you back as soon as I talk to Benjamin. I”ll call your cell phone.”

As soon as I hung up the phone, I dialed Benjamin Cross”s office in Austin. The receptionist informed me that he wasn”t in the office. I heard her gasp when I asked if Karen Lin was there.

“I”m sorry, sir. Karen Lin was in an accident this morning,” the receptionist said.

“Is she all right?”

“No, sir, she was killed.”

“Oh, dear, I”m so sorry. I was impressed with the way she helped us. How did it happen?”

“She was on her way to Houston early this morning when a drunk driver crossed into her lane and hit her head-on. It was just outside Brenham. They flew her by Life-Flight helicopter to Memorial Hermann Hospital in Houston, but she died in the emergency room. Even the famous Dr. Red Duke couldn”t save her.”

“Please give my sympathy to her husband. And if you would, have Mr. Cross call me as soon as he can,” I said, before I hung up the phone.

I called Eric on his cell phone and explained what had happened. I told him I hadn”t been able to talk to Benjamin as yet, but had left a message for him to call me.

The rest of the afternoon was rather depressing. I was about ready to leave the office for the day when Benjamin Cross returned my call. I explained what had happened to Bran and then expressed my sympathy to him for the loss of his colleague.

“She was a very bright young lawyer and had a bright future in family law. I will miss her as will the rest of the office. Now, let”s see what we can do with Bran LaBeau”s situation. It”s probably too late to get anything accomplished today,” Benjamin said. “I”ll look into it personally to see what our options are. Unfortunately, I don”t think we can call on Justice Yates for relief this time. She doesn”t handle appellate cases for the Houston district.  Tell Eric that, offhand, I believe we have reason to have the order overturned if the judge actually used race as the determining factor in Bran”s placement decision. I”ll be in contact with him as soon as I have completed my research.”

“Thanks, Benjamin. I”ll have my fingers crossed. Bran deserves the chance at the education he”s been receiving and the loving family he has now. Let me know if there is anything I can do,” I said, before we hung up.

I had to push the speed limits to get home in time to meet the boys” school van. I did make it in time to let the dogs out of their run. They immediately took off for the gate to await their boys. I could tell that the van was getting close by the way the dogs started jumping around and whining at the gate. Less than a minute later the van came around the curve in the road. I waited until the van came to a complete stop before I activated the gate opener. The last thing I wanted today was to have one of them run over by the van.

“Is my dad here yet?” JR asked as he hopped out of the van”s door.

“Not yet,” I answered. “He should be here in about 45 minutes to an hour.” I didn”t think it was appropriate to tell him about Bran at this point. The dogs got their hugs before I got mine.

It was nearly an hour before I saw Eric”s car drive up the lane. I went outside to meet him.

“Oh my God, Crane. What am I going to tell JR?” Eric whimpered. He put his arms around me and laid his head on my shoulder. I could tell he was on the verge of collapse. I returned his hug and held him for several minutes before he recovered.

“Are you okay now?” I asked. Getting a nod, I continued, “Let”s go in the house. I think the boys need to know what is going on, particularly since Bran isn”t with you.”

JR took the news very badly. He started to cry and crawled into his dad”s lap. “It”s not fair. I want Bran to come back. He”s my brother, I love him.”

“I know, son. We all love Bran,” Eric said, trying to soothe JR. “Mr. Cross is going to see if he can do something to get Bran to live with us again. I think we had better go home and tell grandpa.”

All the time that Eric was explaining to the boys about Bran, Hildy was standing behind the boys. I could see her face take on a look I had seen very few times and one that I didn”t want to see directed at me. As Eric and JR stood up she asked in a voice that would freeze an active volcano, “What was the judge”s name?”

“Judge Shirley Obamal.” Eric said.

“Thank you,” Hildy said and headed for the kitchen.

After Eric and JR drove away, I sought başakşehir escort out Hildy. “Why did you want to know the judge”s name?”

“Well…” she hesitated. “I thought I might call my niece, Celia, to find out what she knew about the judge.”

“Isn”t Celia the one who writes that society column in the paper in Houston?”

“Yes,” Hildy said with an evil gleam in her eyes. “She owes me a favor and I think it is time to call it in.”

Supper was rather a somber affair, not the boisterous bantering that usually went on. Later when Joel brought his homework to have me check it, he asked, “Why would that judge take Bran away?”

“Joel, I don”t know for sure. What I think happened is that the judge thought it would be better for Bran to be with a black foster family?”

“Why? Didn”t she know that Bran was happy? Didn”t she know that he loved all of us?”

“Son, sometimes people do things that are hard to explain rationally. To some people, the color of a person”s skin can influence how they treat that person. It seems that the judge thinks that mixing of races is a bad idea. Maybe she thought Bran would lose his “ethnic identity” by living with a white family. I think she”s wrong, but I”m not a judge.”

“I hope Mr. Cross can help Bran,” Joel said. “I”ll miss him and so will a lot of kids at school.”

“I know Mr. Cross will do his best,” I said. “He”s a very smart lawyer.”

JR rode home with the boys from school every evening and Eric picked him up on his way home. With Ricky brightening our lives on Wednesday and Friday, things seemed to get back to normal. Ricky”s new leg brought out the sweet devil in him. He loved to play tag, a game that Joel had taught him. He never tired of playing it. He would come up behind one of the boys or one of the adults, tag them and then run away as fast as he could, giggling all the time.

Hildy loved the little scamp. In the afternoon, when it was time for Ricky”s nap, Hildy would hold him on her lap and read a story to him until he went to sleep. Other times she would sing softly to him with her beautiful voice. I think those were the only times that he was not in motion.

Friday morning, I got a call from Eric. He said that Cross had succeeded in getting a re-hearing for Bran on Monday in front of another family court judge. He also told me that Bran”s caseworker was scheduled to bring Bran from Houston this afternoon to pick up his personal belongings. I was surprised, but Eric said that the caseworker had no choice. She was still operating under Judge Obamal”s orders to remove Bran”s things.

I asked what time he was expecting Bran and his caseworker. Eric said that they should be at his house around one o”clock. He was going to pick up JR from school at noon so that he would have a chance to see Bran at least one more time. I thought that was a good idea and decided to pick up my five so they would have the same chance.

When Eric and I finished talking, I called the school to tell them that I would be picking up my sons around noon. I then called Hildy and told her what I was going to do so that she would know we would be home early. When I told her what was going on, she insisted that she was going to be there also to see Bran and that she was going to bring Ricky along.

It was nearly 1:30 by the time that Bran and his caseworker arrived. Bran was immediately surrounded by seven boys and three adults all asking him how he was and telling him how much we all missed him. After I had greeted him I went to talk to his caseworker.

The caseworker was new. I had never met her before. I introduced myself and found out her name was Georgina Clarey. She was a clearly over weight, grandmotherly type. I immediately liked her. She apologized for what she had to do, but it was out of her hands. I asked her where Bran was being taken.

“For the moment, he”s being housed in a shelter on the north side of Houston,” Georgina said. “It”s very hard to place a 16 year-old of any race in a foster home. That”s why we were so happy that Mr. Levin was providing such a good home for him. Since the judge has ordered that he be placed with a black family, it”s going to be even tougher to find him a home. I hope that her ruling is overturned Monday.”

“How has Bran been taking his separation from Eric and JR?” I asked.

“Not very well, I just hope and pray that he doesn”t try to run away from the shelter. I”ve been telling him to stick it out until Monday when we find out what happens with the new judge. I think I have him convinced to give the system another chance,” Georgina said. “He”s a good boy. I”d hate to see him get sent to a juvenile facility for running away from the shelter.”

Bran decided that he was only going to take a few of his clothes back to Houston, telling JR he would be coming back next Monday. I don”t think JR entirely believed him because he clung to Bran all the time Bran was packing his clothes.

When Georgina said it was time to leave, JR almost refused to let go of Bran. Finally, Eric was able to pry him loose. Everyone gave Bran a hug. Hildy planted a big kiss on his cheek and told him she would see him Monday. Bran waved to us until the car was out of sight. It was a quiet ride back to our place.

The boys went to their rooms to change out of their school clothes and I went into my study to call the office. As I sat down at my desk, I noticed a fax had arrived. It was addressed to Hildy. I picked it up and began to chuckle. Hildy had done it again. It was a copy of a column from the Houston Chronicle, dated this morning.

Is Judge Shirley Obamal Racist?
By Celia Berger

The high flying social butterfly, Judge Shirley Obamal has been accused by CPS caseworkers of ignoring recommendations for placement of black foster children and insisting that they only be placed with black families. According to sources inside CPS, this has made placement of older black foster children almost impossible, condemning many of them to life in shelters or group homes until they reach 18 years of age.

When confronted with statistics obtained from her court records at a fund raiser for one of her cronies in the Democrat party, Judge Obamal rudely told this columnist to “Get the hell out of my face.”

The column went on to compare Judge Obamal”s record with the two other family judges serving the five counties including and surrounding Harris County. Her 100% removal of black children from white or Hispanic foster parents compared to less than 10% by the other two judges made a strong case for answering the headline with a “Yes”.

There was a handwritten note at the bottom of the fax: “She says she is going to sue. Can”t wait. Love, Celia.”

When I handed the fax to Hildy, an almost maniacal grin flashed across her face. “You”re a good woman, Hildy Strasser,” I said, giving her a hug and a peck on the cheek. “Remind me never to cross you.”

“And don”t you forget it,” she smiled, shaking her finger at me and then returning my hug.

Saturday morning I took the halkalı escort boys to a golf equipment store in San Antonio. That was an experience. The intent was to get Joel fitted with a set of starter clubs so that he could try out for the Academy”s newly formed golf team. TJ was interested in everything in the store and had to see everything. If I turned my back for a moment he was off somewhere looking at something. The twins and Chris were almost as bad. I finally had to sit the four of them down in chairs in the footwear section and make them sit there until we were finished.

It took about twenty minutes with one of the salesmen to get Joel outfitted with what he needed. When we got home, I took Chris, Larry, Lenny and TJ into my office and scolded them for their behavior in the store. I explained what I expected of them when I took them shopping with me, that I was only trying to protect them. I would be devastated if one of them were to get hurt or, God forbid, be abducted. After my talk to them I sent them to their rooms. I told them I wanted them to stay there for an hour without talking. Afterwards, I wanted to talk to them again.

TJ looked as if he was ready to cry. I had never had to really scold any of the boys before. Seeing the sad looks on all of their faces, I nearly broke down and released them from their punishment. I didn”t, but I think I felt worse than they did.

Joel and I went outside to try out his new golf clubs. It was a little windy and the practice balls were tossed around so that it was hard to determine whether he had hit them correctly. I was glad to see that he was enjoying his new clubs. I just hoped that he maintained his enthusiasm. After about half an hour we decided to go back in the house. Joel said his hand was beginning to hurt. It looks like I should have purchased a golf glove for him to wear.

When their hour was up, TJ came to me and crawled up on my lap. “I”m sorry, daddy. Do you still love me?”

I had to swallow a couple of times before I could answer. “Of course I love you. You”re my TJ, my little man. I couldn”t live without you. You and your brothers mean the world to me. I”ll always love you even when you misbehave,” I said, holding him close to my chest.

I held him for several minutes, neither of us saying anything before he looked up into my eyes and said, “I”m hungry. Can I have something to eat?”

“Sure,” I laughed, knowing things were back to normal.

While the boys were eating their snack, I talked to them again about how I wanted them to act when we went shopping and why it was important. They nodded their heads that they understood, but I was sure that this wouldn”t be the last time I had to have this talk.

Sunday was cold and rainy. By early afternoon, I could tell the boys were getting restless. When I suggested that we all go for a swim, it was met with enthusiasm. I was about to slip into my swim suit when Eric called asking if JR could spend the night. He planned on driving to Houston tonight so he could be there for the 9 o”clock hearing for Bran. I told him to bring JR over and to bring their swim suits. About twenty minutes later they arrived. Hildy told them that we were already in the pool. They changed and joined us.

After several minutes of the boys” horseplay, Eric and I put up the volleyball net and we split up into teams, four players on each side. TJ, Larry, Lenny and I were on one team, JR, Chris, Joel and Eric were on the other side of the net. The water volleyball game lasted a little over half an hour before everyone began to tire. TJ hadn”t lasted that long. He spent the last ten minutes or so cheering us on from the edge of the pool. JR lasted a little longer, but he too retired to the pool”s edge to watch.

Eric took off for Houston shortly after five. I wished him good luck at the hearing and waved to him as he drove down the lane.

Every time the phone rang at the office Monday morning, Darcie and I both jumped. Carol screened all of our calls and each time it was not Eric, we were disappointed. It was nearly eleven o”clock when we got the call from Eric. Carol put the call through to Darcie”s office where we were having a meeting. Darcie answered it by putting it on the speaker.

“We won!” a jubilant Eric announced.

Darcie and I both started congratulating Eric at the same time. It made for a very confusing conversation. After we settled down, Eric explained what happened.

“Judge Collette Dame was a tough old bird. She reminded me of the stereotypical “school marm”. She had read all of the court reports that had been written about Bran and questioned, no interrogated is a better word, each of the writers. Cross was wonderful when it came to his turn to be under her spotlight. The man has a silver tongue and soon had her smiling at him. He charmed her, but most of all he was thoroughly prepared to persuade her with his legal arguments and citing of relevant case law.

“After she had finished with all of us, she took Bran back to her chambers for a private chat. That lasted about ten minutes, although, it seemed like it was hours. Bran was smiling when she brought him back into the courtroom. That smile made me feel more confident. Taking her seat behind the bench, she wasted no time in announcing her decision. She said that she couldn”t strip Bran”s father of his parental rights because neither he nor his attorney were present to object. She did, however, continue Bran”s placement with me. She ordered another hearing to be set for June 17 to review his placement.”

“Fantastic,” I said. “I”m sure that JR will be thrilled. Let”s celebrate. How about I take you all out to dinner tonight? Why don”t we meet at that Italian restaurant on 281, The Grove, at 6:30? I”ll see if I can”t reserve their party room. Darcie, you and Mel are invited as well. Eric, what time do you think you and Bran will get here?”

“We have to go to the shelter to pick up his clothes and then we”ll probably stop for something to eat before we take off. It will probably be somewhere around four or four-thirty.”

“Fine, come by the house. JR is coming home with the boys. I don”t think I”ll tell them anything until you get there.”

The rest of what was left of the morning passed more quickly now that we knew of Bran”s fate. I was reviewing some files when Carol transferred a call to me. It was Carlos Martinez with information on the purchase of the apartment complex. He told me that everything was on track for closing the deal on January 30. We discussed a few more details before hanging up. I immediately called Jack Hogan. One of the first things I wanted to do at the apartments was to beef up security. I thought Jack might have an idea of some of his buddies on the police force who wanted to earn some additional money by moonlighting.

I explained to Jack, when he answered his phone, what was happening and asked if he knew of six or eight officers who might be interested. I wanted to have around the clock on-site security. He said he knew a few and that he would put the şirinevler escort word out to them. He thought it would be a good idea for the applicants to go through him. He would screen out the ones he knew who would slack off or be less than diligent in providing security.

Next, I called Harold Nicholas to see if he could recommend someone who could do some renovations and updating of the apartment complex. He suggested two that I might want to consider. He said if he weren”t fully committed, he might want to take on the job. I thanked him and told him that Joey was welcome to visit TJ any time.

I almost forgot to call Hildy and tell her the news about Bran and to tell her we were going out to celebrate. She was thrilled at the news and said that she and Manny would definitely attend the celebration. I told her to ask Marie to see if she would be able to go with us. I held on the phone while she asked. When Hildy came back on the line, she said that Marie couldn”t attend, that she was supposed to baby-sit with her neighbor”s little boy tonight.

Before I left the office, Carol told me that she had made the reservation for the party room at the restaurant for 6:30. I thanked her and left to meet the boys.

It was all I could do to keep from spilling the news about Bran, but I remained non-committal when the boys asked.

A few minutes after four, Eric pulled up in front of the house. I hollered to JR that his dad was here. He raced down the stairs and ran out the front door. When he saw Bran getting out of the car, he leaped into Bran”s arms.

“Hey, little brother, did you miss me?” Bran chuckled.

“Are you home for good?” JR asked.

“I sure am. I never gonna leave you.”

By this time the rest of the boys had joined the reunion and had Bran surrounded. Hildy and I joined the welcoming committee and steered the mass of boys back into the house out of the cold.

About a half an hour later, Eric gathered up his boys and told them it was time to go home. As they were leaving, I suggested to Eric that he bring his dad along to supper with us at the restaurant. He said he would see how his dad was doing and maybe he would bring him.

The celebration at the restaurant was a noisy affair. It was a good thing that we were in a private room that could be shut off from the rest of the place or I”m sure that we would have disturbed the other diners. Alan, Eric”s dad, did come and seemed to be enjoying himself. He spent much of the evening talking to Hildy and Manfred. To me he seemed to be almost back to the old Alan that I had known.

Bran seemed to be a little embarrassed by all the attention he was receiving, but he was very gracious in his thanks when he was asked to say a few words after Eric made a short speech.

It was after nine o”clock when we left the restaurant. I rushed the boys into the showers as soon as we arrived home. It was, after all, a school night. I was glad that I had insisted that they do their homework before we left for the celebration.

Our lives for the next few weeks were fairly routine, no crises, nothing to interrupt the daily flow of our existence. Joel was getting hooked on golf, wanting to spend at least an hour each night hitting the practice balls when the weather permitted. Ricky continued to brighten our lives with his unending joy. Chris and the twins were involved in preparations for the schools spring recital. They were going to be in the choir. Hildy helped them learn the words to the music and with the parts they were to sing. TJ and I were their cheerleaders.

Eric and I never seem to have enough time to spend together. With the formation of CBJ Properties and the closing on the purchase of the apartment complex, there seem to be even less time for us.

Once the purchase of the apartment complex was finalized, I hired one of the contractors that Harold had recommended to inventory the property to see what repairs were needed to bring it up to code. It took a couple of weeks to get the security in place and to start eliminating the drug trafficking that was rampant there.

Phil Hardin, the contractor I had hired, presented me with a list of things that needed to be done for the property. It was made up of three parts. The first was the minimum needed to meet the city”s housing code. The second part was repairs and improvements, not required by code, but advisable to maintain the property and keep it from deteriorating further. The third part was what he called value added improvements that were not necessary but would enhance the value of the property if I ever wanted to resell it.

The total cost of the repairs and improvements that Phil had outlined in all three parts was just under three-quarters of a million dollars. I discussed the proposal with the commercial real estate broker who had handled the sale of the property. She said that, if everything was done that Phil had proposed that it would easily add another two to three million to the value of the property. I gave Phil the go ahead to start the project.

I had continued, on a month to month basis, the property management company in place when I purchased the property. It wasn”t that I thought they were doing a good job. It was that I didn”t know of anyone else. That soon changed. After doing some research and advertising for the job, I hired a company that would provide onsite management. The two owners of the company were a couple of young men who appeared to be about my age or a little older. One was a licensed electrician with an MBA from the University of Texas and the other was a licensed plumber with a bachelor”s degree in landscape architecture from the University of Houston. They had an odd combination of skills and were an odd couple, but I immediately trusted them

I agreed to hire them and provide a two bedroom apartment for them if they agreed to have no other properties to manage. We signed a one year contract with a 30 day notice of termination by either party. Their major responsibilities were to collect the rent and deposit it in the bank each month, deal with renter complaints, make minor repairs once the renovations were complete, and handle renting and evictions. The monthly rental income from the 100 units, if fully occupied, was approximately $120,000. I required them to provide me with a detailed list of the rent of each unit by the tenth of each month and to submit to my accountant quarterly reports for tax purposes.

One Wednesday when I came home from work and meeting the boys as they came home from school, Marie asked if she could talk to me.

“Mr. Johnson, somebody has bought the apartments where I live and are making all kinds of changes. I”m afraid that they may make me move or raise my rent. I can”t afford any more rent. They are handing out new rules for all of the residents. There are new people running the apartments. What are we going to do if Ricky and I have to move?” Marie asked, close to tears.

“Marie, don”t worry. I can guarantee that your rent will not be increased and you will never have to move unless you want to move.”

“How can you be sure?”

“Let”s just say I know the owner.”

To be continued.

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Joel VI Chapter 24 Later I called Gilda”s room and asked if they were ready to get something to eat before we headed back to the hospital. She said they would be ready in about ten minutes. I convinced William to turn off the TV and to wash up before we went downstairs to eat.

When we were ready, we went next door and William knocked on the door. Gilda answered the door with Lenore at her side and we headed for the elevator to take us down to the restaurant. It was early, so there were very few people in the dining room. We were seated immediately at a table covered with a white-linen tablecloth arranged for four people.

“Why are there so many forks and spoons?” William asked, looking at the formally set table.

Gilda unsuccessfully suppressed her smile as I tried to answer. “If you”re having a fancy meal, each fork, spoon or knife is used for a different course or purpose. This fork,” I said, holding up a small fork, “is for eating a salad. Depending on what you order, the waiter will remove the utensils that you won”t need to eat your meal.”

“Oh, how come Hildy doesn”t set our table at home with all these things?”

“We don”t eat fancy at home. When you”re older, we”ll have to teach you what each of those pieces of silverware is for. It will be part of your education,” I said.

“Will there be a test?”

“No, son, there won”t be a test.”

“Good, I don”t like tests,” William said.

Seemingly satisfied, William began looking at the menu. After a few moments, I asked, “Do you see anything you want to eat?”

“Can I have a pork chop?” he asked, pointing to it on the menu.

“Of course,” I said, looking at where he was pointing. It was a thick-cut chop served with an apple-cranberry chutney, asparagus and potatoes au gratin.

I decided on the prime rib, medium rare, broccoli and garlic mashed potatoes. While William and I were deciding on what we were going to order, Gilda was going through the same process with Lenore. Shortly after we had all made our decisions our waiter arrived and took our orders.

The service was excellent as was the food. William”s pork chop, which I cut up for him, was more than he could eat. We were all so full when we finished, that there was no room for dessert. I was sure that William would make up for it later when he wanted a snack.

By the time we finished eating and went back upstairs to wash up, it was time to get ready to go to the hospital. I made a call to our driver. He said he would be in front of the hotel in approximately fifteen minutes. When we got to the lobby to wait for our ride, I asked William if he would like to call home and talk to Peter and TJ. It was a silly question, so I dialed our home number and asked Hildy to get Peter and TJ. As soon as they came on the line, I handed my cell phone to William. Their phone call lasted almost all the way to the hospital before I told William he needed to hang up.

“Peter wants to know when we”re coming home. He says he misses us,” William said.

“Tell him, maybe tomorrow and we miss him, too,” I said.

Visiting hours were just beginning as we entered the hospital. Our driver said he would wait for us in the lobby. He said that he needed to study, holding up what looked to be a text book. When I asked him about it, he said he was taking night classes at a local junior college and he needed to study for an upcoming test. We left him to his text and went to take the elevator up to Donald”s floor. I was surprised that William knew which way to go when we exited the elevator. I had to stop and get my bearings before I figured out which way to go. William was right and we ended up following him to his father”s room.

Donald was sitting in a motorized wheelchair as we entered. William and Lenore ran toward their dad, but Donald held up his right hand. “Watch it, guys. Don”t bump my bandages, it”ll hurt dad.”

“Oh, we forgot,” Lenore said.

“Come here, baby, you can sit on my right knee and William, you can stand over on this side and give me a hug.”

After the kids had a few moments of their dad”s attention, I said, “You must be feeling better if they have you out of the bed.”

“Yeah, it will be a few days before I can chase after these two, but the doc says the bullet holes are healing nicely.”

“Has he said if you”ll be able to go home tomorrow?” Gilda asked.

“He”s fairly sure that I can. As long as there”s no infection, he said he would release me around noon. By the way, Crane, we”ll be accompanied by a nurse/physical therapist when we return.”

“Will this person be staying at the house?” I asked.

“If you don”t mind, that is,” Donald said.

“Of course not,” I said. “It might be a little crowded tomorrow. Remember the Lee”s are going to be spending the night in the guest room.”

“I forgot about that,” Donald said.

“I think I have a solution,” Gilda said. “Perhaps, Lenore would like to spend the night with our girls.”

“I think she could be persuaded to do that, couldn”t you?” Donald said, giving Lenore a hug.

“What?” Lenore queried.

“How would you like to spend tomorrow night with Jeannie and Ginny?” Gilda asked.

“Oh, boy, can I?”

We spent much of the rest of visiting hours discussing the accommodations that would be needed around the house so Donald could use the wheelchair. We decided başakşehir escort that getting in and out of the house would be the biggest obstacles since there were steps that needed to be negotiated. Temporarily, we decided that between the nurse and me or maybe Manfred, we could manage to manipulate him and the wheelchair up and down the steps as needed. It would only be for a few days until the wound in his upper thigh was healed enough that he could put weight on the leg.

“Can we go get dessert?” William asked. “I”m hungry.”

“After all you had to eat earlier?” I asked. His response was to nod his head. “Donald, do you know if the cafeteria is open?”

“You can”t get meals at this time, but I understand that the snack bar is open during visiting hours, so you”re in luck, William,” his dad said.

“I”ll take them,” Gilda said. “I think I can find the way.”

“I know how to get there,” William said, heading for the door.

After they left for the snack bar, I asked Donald about his discussion with Roger Grimm. He said they discussed the avenues that the investigation would take, being circumspect so as not to interfere with the New Orleans Police Department … too much. That was said with a smirk. Roger did tell him that given the names of some of the principals involved in the trial, they had a good starting point. He also thought that because of the timing of the shooting, that there was someone in the court house who had most likely tipped off the gunmen that they were leaving the building.

“How long did he think the investigation would take?” I asked.

“Although he said it was hard to put a time on it, it would probably be between two weeks and a month. I told him that I wanted a thorough investigation with all the players identified. I wanted to be able to hand the results to the US Attorney so that he would have an iron-clad case to take to a grand jury. Time and money were not the determining factors governing the investigation”s timeline. I wanted the killers of Leon found and prosecuted… at a minimum. I said I was not concerned how many toes got stepped on in the police department and if they gave the investigators any problem, they were to let me know and I would pull some strings and call in some markers. There are a number of politicians in Louisiana in the state house and legislature who were very grateful to my father for his financial support. I won”t hesitate to ask them to use their influence, if it comes to that.”

As we were talking, Dr. Mason walked in and began checking Donald”s wounds and all the other things that doctors do. “It”s looking good,” he said, after he completed his examination. “If nothing changes between now and tomorrow morning, I”ll sign your discharge. Oh, by the way, the nurse I talked to you about will be here in the morning when I make my rounds so that you can meet him. His name is Calvin Boroughs. He”s very highly qualified, so I know you”ll be happy with him.”

“How long will Mr. Baker require this nurse?” I asked.

“A lot depends on how quickly he recovers. My best estimate is ten days to two weeks. By that time Mr. Baker should be fully recovered, at least from the wounds to his thigh and shoulder. The abdominal wound will be tender for quite a while. He should have full use of the arm and leg by that time.”

“Dad,” William said, as he ran into the room, “I brought you some ice cream.”

“Well, I”ll see you in the morning,” Dr. Mason said and left the room.

“Thanks, son, that”s very kind of you. Did you bring any for Mr. Johnson?”

“Lenore has it,” William said, handing the ice cream container to his dad.

“Here, Mr. Johnson,” Lenore said, as she and Gilda entered the room. “It”s chocolate.”

“Thanks, that”s my favorite,” I said.

“These two have enough sugar in them to keep them going all night,” Gilda said, shaking her head.

“Maybe they”ll sleep later in the morning if they”re up late tonight,” Donald said between bites of ice cream.

By the time we had finished our treats, visiting hours were coming to an end. Lenore and William gave their dad hugs and kisses and we headed down to the lobby. When we got there, Kelly, our driver was engrossed in the textbook. He was totally oblivious to his surroundings until William”s chatter broke through his concentration.

“Sorry, Mr. Johnson, Mrs. Berger, I was concentrating so hard, I didn”t see you arrive,” he said. “I”ll run get the limo.”

“There”s no need to do that, we can follow you to where it”s parked,” I told him. “Did you get a lot of studying done for your test?”

“Yes, thanks,” he said. “I”m only taking the one course. It”s all I have time and money for with my jobs.”

“Jobs?” I puzzled.

“Yes, when I don”t have a driving job I wait tables at a restaurant in the French Quarter.”

“That must be difficult to schedule,” I said.

“I”m tired,” Lenore said, tugging on the sleeve of my shirt. “Can you carry me?”

“Certainly,” I said, scooping her up in my arms.

“It is,” Kelly responded to my observation. “My bosses are pretty good about scheduling my time.”

“How much longer will it take you to finish your degree?” I asked.

“At the rate I”m going, it”ll be at least two more years. I”ve already been at it for going on two, now,” he said resignedly.

“Aren”t your folks able to help you out?”

“No,” he said sadly. “I was raised in foster homes. I don”t have any family.”

“Sorry to hear that,” I said. “What are you planning to do with your education when you finish?”

“Right now I”m taking all the prerequisites so that I can study Civil Engineering when I transfer to LSU. At least I hope I can.”

“That”s a good field to get into,” I said. We arrived at the limo and that put an end to our conversation.

When we arrived back at the hotel, I told Kelly that we would want to leave for the hospital around 9:30 in the morning. He said he would be waiting for us at that time. We bade him goodnight and took the elevator up to our rooms. I carried Lenore into her and Gilda”s room before William and I headed for our own.

I sent William in to take his shower and to get ready for bed. While he was occupied, I called home to talk to the boys. It took a while to speak to each of the six. By the time William was through with his shower, I had finished halkalı escort talking to all my sons. I really missed them and hoped that everything was good with Donald”s wounds in the morning so that we could get back to our home.

It took a while for William to settle down and go to sleep, but eventually he nodded off. I had a number of things on my mind that I needed to straighten out before sleep overtook me.

I was up by seven and had my shower taken and shaved before I woke William. He was quick to get up and got dressed as soon as he brushed his teeth. I think he was wondering where we were going to eat breakfast. I called Gilda and was assured that they would be ready in no time. A few minutes later we were on our way down to the restaurant for breakfast. The restaurant was set up for a buffet breakfast which was fine with William. I think he would have taken a bit of everything in the buffet line if his plate would have held it. It was a good layout, but I avoided the grits and red eye gravy. We were all stuffed by the time we finished with our breakfast.

After washing up in our rooms and grabbing our bags, we headed down to street level to meet our ride to the hospital. Kelly was right on time and we began the trip to the hospital. At this time of the morning, the traffic was terrible. It took almost an hour to get to the hospital.

As Kelly let us out, I said to him, “I believe that Mr. Baker has ordered a van that will accommodate a wheelchair.”

“Yes, sir,” he said. “I”m to go to the office and pick one up for your trip to the airport.”

“Great, I”m not sure when Mr. Baker is to be discharged,” I said. I assume it will be before noon sometime.”

“I”ll be waiting, sir. If you want, you can leave your luggage in the limo. I”ll transfer it to the van. That way you won”t have to lug it through the hospital.”

“Thank you, Kelly, that will save us a lot of hassle,” I said.

With William leading the way, we headed for Donald”s room. When we entered the room, Dr. Mason was there with a man, over six feet tall, with the darkest complexion I had ever seen on a black man.

“Crane,” Donald said, when he saw us, “this is Calvin Boroughs. He will be coming with us when we go home.”

“It”s nice to meet you, Mr. Johnson,” Calvin said in a voice that was reminiscent of James Earl Jones.

“Likewise, Mr. Boroughs,” I said.

“Calvin, please.”

“Very well, and it”s Crane,” I said. “We are very informal in our house.”

William and Lenore had taken their usual positions next to Donald who was again sitting in the wheel chair.

“Mr. Baker, everything is looking good. I”m going to sign your discharge papers. It will be 45 minutes or so before the paperwork is completed and everyone in the hospital has given their approval. At least it seems that way. Calvin will be back when everything is in order and escort you out of the hospital. I have talked to your doctor in San Antonia and have faxed him all the medical records. I”m sure that he will want to see you the first of next week.” Having said that, he and Calvin left the room.

A few minutes later Brian Riggs entered the room. “I”ve taken care of the hospital charges, so as soon as the discharge papers have made their way through the hospital bureaucracy you will be free to leave.”

“Thanks, Brian, I knew I could depend on you to handle the details,” Donald said.

“Donald,” I said, “I”ve been talking to Kelly, our driver. He seems to be a hard working young man. He”s working two jobs and going to school part time. He said he was raised in foster care and doesn”t have any family. His story has struck a chord with me and I thought, maybe there is something we could do for him.”

Gilda walked up to me and kissed my cheek. “Another stray?” was all she said.

“Brian, find out all you can about this young man. Do it discreetly, but I want to know everything there is to know about him,” Donald said. “If his story checks out… well, we”ll see.”

“What”s this young man”s last name?” Brian asked, looking at me.

“I don”t know. I just know his first name is Kelly. I”m sure that the limo company can provide you with that information,” I answered.

“Thanks, I”ll check with them. Donald, I”m staying in town for the weekend. I”ll contact you on Monday when I”m back in San Antonio.”

“Enjoy your weekend, Brian. Take a couple of days off. I won”t be back in the office for at least a few days. Your first priority is to get that information on this Kelly.”

About a half an hour later, Calvin entered the room with a stack of papers. He handed several to Donald and instructed him to sign them. “Okay, that takes care of everything,” he said in that deep voice. “Let”s get you out of here.”

“Can I ride?” Lenore asked.

“Of course you can,” Donald said. “I”ll wrap my good arm around you so that you don”t fall. I”m ready when you are, Calvin. I think there are controls on the handles in the back that will make this thing go.”

“Right you are,” Calvin said, and activated the electric motor that drove the wheelchair.

“How come I can”t ride, too?” complained William.

“There”s not enough room on my lap for both of you,” Donald said. “You”ll get your turn later.”

“Okay,” William said grudgingly.

“Crane, will you call the driver to see if the van is here?” Donald asked.

I made the call and Kelly assured me that he was in the parking lot and would be at the front entrance by the time we got there. The van was not really a van, but a small bus. It pulled up just as we were exiting the building. Kelly got out and came around to the passenger side and opened the sliding door. As it slid back, a ramp extended and was lowered to the ground providing an incline that Donald”s wheelchair was able to easily negotiate. Calvin got the wheelchair situated and anchored into place. We climbed in and took the seats in the rows behind Donald. Lenore was reluctant to give up her seat on her dad”s lap, but one look from Gilda and she complied.

As we left the hospital grounds, Donald dialed his cellphone and spoke to his pilot, letting him know that we were on our way to the airport. I think he was as anxious to get home as I was. Thankfully, the traffic had eased up from earlier and we made good time to the airport. The plane was waiting for us when şirinevler escort we arrived at the general aviation terminal. Donald rolled down the ramp and was preparing to navigate to the plane.

“Can I ride now?” William asked.

“Sure, hop on. It”s only a short way to the plane,” Donald said. It didn”t matter to William, he just wanted to take a ride.

“Looks like were traveling in style,” Calvin said to no one in particular.

The first obstacle was to get Donald and the wheelchair up the steps and into the plane. After William was persuaded to abandon his dad”s lap, Calvin, the flight steward and I were able to lift the wheelchair with Donald in it into the plane. With no place to anchor the chair, Calvin was able to lift and maneuver Donald into one of the leather seats so that he could be buckled in.

“How”s that, Mr. Baker?” Calvin asked. “Is that comfortable?”

“Very comfortable, Mr. Boroughs,” Donald said, emphasizing Calvin”s formal name.

“Sorry, Donald. Force of habit.”

The pilot had done his pre-flight check before we arrived, so it only took a minute or two before the plane”s engines came to life and we began rolling. There were a number of planes taking off and landing ahead of us, so we waited on the taxiway for about fifteen minutes before we were given permission to take off.

As we leveled off at our assigned flight level, I happened to look over at Calvin. He appeared to be gripping the arms of his seat as hard as he could. “Calvin, are you not used to flying?” I asked.

“No, sir,” he said through gritted teeth. “This is the first time I”ve ever flown.”

“I know it won”t help, but flying is safer than driving,” I said.

Just then the flight steward came around and asked if we wanted something to drink. “I”ll be serving lunch in a few minutes. We have ham, beef, turkey and pastrami sandwiches and a green salad. For William and Lenore, we have mini pizzas,” he said, and went to get our drinks.

“Do you guys want pizza or sandwiches?” Donald asked his two.

“PIZZA!” was the unanimous response.

“And a salad,” Donald added.

I looked back at Calvin. He was still gripping the chair arms, but it didn”t appear that the grip was as strong. “Calvin, if you like computer games, I”m sure that William would let you share with him. As soon as we can release our seatbelts, the first thing he does is head for the computer and start up one of the games.”

“Thanks, but if it”s all the same to you, I think I”ll stay where I am.”

By the time we landed in San Antonio, Calvin had loosened up some. I could tell he was still not completely comfortable flying. I heard a deep sigh from him as our plane stopped at the terminal. I tried not to laugh at the thought of this over-six foot, twenty-something man being that fearful of flying.

A handicap accessible van was waiting to transport Donald and Calvin to the house. The rest of us made our way to the Town Car for our trip home. I handed Gilda my cell phone and asked her to call Hildy and let her know we were on our way. Donald”s van followed us all the way to the house. By the time we arrived, Manfred had gone to pick up the kids from school. That left Calvin, the van driver and I to lift Donald and the wheelchair up the front steps so he could make it into the house on his own.

Hildy met us at the door and immediately began fussing over Donald. “Hildy, I”m fine,” Donald said. “I”ll be out of this chair in no time. I want you to meet Calvin Boroughs. He”ll be staying with us and torturing me with physical therapy for a while.”

“Welcome, Mr. Boroughs, follow me and I”ll show you where you can stow your stuff for the night. You”ll have a different room starting tomorrow. The place is booked solid for the night,” Hildy laughed.

“Thank you, Donald told me that the music teachers would be spending the night here. I understand that all the children will be taking lessons. My Gran practically raised me and she made me practice the piano an hour every day. I think she wanted me to become a famous piano player like Thelonius Monk or Duke Ellington. She loved jazz,” Calvin chuckled. “I could play the music, but it never had the life in it like those guys had.”

“I hate to ask you, Crane, but I think I”m going to need some help in the bathroom. I think I can stand on my good leg long enough to transfer to the toilet,” Donald said.

“No problem,” I said and followed him into the bedroom to the master bath.

It wasn”t long before Manfred returned with the eight school kids. I received hugs and questions from my six before they scampered up the stairs to change out of their school uniforms and into their shorts, tee shirts and sandals. In no time they were back downstairs and into the kitchen for their afternoon snack. Hildy was ready for them as well as her two with bowls of bread pudding.

While they were enjoying their snack, Calvin came into the breakfast area. I interrupted the eating frenzy long enough to introduce him to them. “I don”t expect you to remember all ten names immediately,” I said, before going around the table naming each one.

With bowls scraped clean of every morsel, the assembly line was readied to get them rinsed and stacked in the dishwasher. That done they all headed outside to play with the dogs and see that they had food and fresh water.

“That”s quite a system you have there,” Calvin commented.

“With eight kids in the house and two that are here a lot of the time, everybody has to help out. They have been doing it for so long, it”s habit now,” I said.

“Crane, Sandra Lee called before you got home to say they would be here around six,” Hildy said. “I told them dinner would be served about six-thirty. We may have to round up a couple more chairs. There are only 16 in the dining room and there will be 18 of us.”

“I”ll take care of it,” I said.

“I could eat in the breakfast area, if that would help,” Calvin said.

“Nonsense,” I said. “The table is big enough to add to extra chairs from here. Grab one of these and we”ll add it to the others, and then I”ll show you around the place. You haven”t seen the pool or the tennis court.”

“I should have brought my suit,” Calvin said.

“I”m sure we have one that will fit you, if you want to take a swim.”

The Lees arrived a few minutes before six. It took a while to introduce them around and to explain why Donald was in a wheelchair.

To be continued.

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Subject: Ashton and Noah Chapter XI Ashton and Noah Chapter XI Okay, here we go again with the usual stuff that precedes the story. This story has sexual interactions betwixt an adult and a minor. If you’re not allowed to read this story because of age/location/religion/whatever, stop reading. If this stuff offends you, why are you even here? Go build a snowman. It doesn’t have to be a snowman. As the author of this story, I give a license to Nifty to display this story on their servers. This story is not to be displayed on any other website. Nifty needs all the help it can get. Please, consider a donation so you can continue to enjoy the many stories. Give `til it hurts! Seated in the center of the first row, I was taking in the annual Seventh Grade Christmas Concert. Puberty had yet to hit Noah’s voice, and he sang so beautifully. Resplendent in white robes laced with black trim, his blond hair neatly combed, he looked so beautiful. It was a struggle not to get hard while I looked at him. With the rest of the choir, he’d sung songs about Santa, reindeer, and snowmen before an intermission. Now, they’d moved onto songs about the birth of the Savior so everyone would leave with a happy glow for the holidays. The choir finished their song, and everyone included me applauded politely. Finally, it was time for Noah’s solo. All month he’d been practicing. He stepped forward, hands clasped together, and into the gentle glow of the spotlight. His mouth opened and the words to “Silent Night” poured out in a glorious mix of softness, and innocence. Keeping his eyes fixed on the far wall, he sang his heart out, pouring so much emotion into the song that he was as beautiful as ever. For the final verse, the rest of the choir joined in, their voices swelling and mixing, creating an elegant finish. The audience applauded, and the house lights came up, resulting in the usual hubbub of people exiting an auditorium. I walked over to a corner in the hallway, and leaned against the wall, waiting for Noah to exit the choir room. Soon, we were walking to my truck, hands in our pockets and shoulders hunched to protect against the falling snow. “How’d you like it, Ash?” Noah asked as soon as we were in the truck, the heater blowing cold air, but working on getting warmer. “It was quite lovely. I really enjoyed it. I’m pretty sure I fell more in love with you during your solo.” I shifted into Drive and joined the line of vehicles waiting to exit the parking lot. “I liked being there. It was nice being on stage, performing for all those people.” “You looked pretty good doing it. So beautiful and handsome. Just perfect.” Noah blushed a bit at this praise. “Thanks, Ash.” Noah grabbed my right hand which was resting on the seat between us. He laced our fingers together. I gave his hand a gentle squeeze, and he squeezed back. “Wanna go to Double D’s for dinner?” I asked. “Oh for sure! I love that place,” he exclaimed. Double D’s was a second generation family owned restaurant. Started by a husband and wife named David and Donna. Donna was the waitress and David was the cook. Now, they had retired, and Darren, their son, and his wife Della ran the place. They were always open late. I pulled into a spot in front of the door, and we hopped out and went inside. We took in how warm it was for a moment before taking a seat at a booth in the corner. Della walked over and placed two glasses of water in front of us and took out her order pad. I looked at Noah, and he looked back at me. He shrugged. I shrugged back. We both looked at Della. “The usual, then gents?” she asked, writing on her pad. “Yes please. Some might get bored of the same thing each time they come here but we don’t. It’s good stuff. Thanks, Della.” “You’re welcome, boys.” Della smiled and walked away. I could see Darren looking out the service window from the kitchen. Noah waved. “Noah! Ashton! How’d the concert go?” he called as he read the order slip Della gave him. “It went quite well! Shame you weren’t there. Full house, good songs, good feelings, and he did most excellent on his solo. I’ll have to bring the video by when I get it.” Each member of their choir got a recording of the concert made the school’s audio/visual department. “Oh, we’d like that! We’d love to see Noah’s solo!” Della said from the counter as Darren was busy on the grill. A group of teenagers, no doubt on a double date walked in, and Della went over to chat them up, and get their order. Soon, Noah and I had plates of pancake, sausages, bacon, and toast in front of us. There was also a carafe of orange juice on the table. We dug in, relishing in the greasy food that no doubt did no good to our bodies, but certainly sated our hunger. We chatted with Della some more before I left her a thirty dollar tip on our fifteen dollar tab. Double D’s had always been cheap, with good food. As my books sold more and more, I didn’t go to fancy restaurants, but rather stayed with Double D’s because the food was good, and the people were friendly. Getting back to our house, we kept the lights off. I made us mugs of hot cocoa as Noah plugged in the Christmas tree lights. Sitting on the couch together, we cuddled and kissed as we sipped on our cocoa. Soon, Noah kisses and tongue tasted like chocolate. I could only imagine mine tasted the same way. I picked him up and carried him to the bedroom we shared together. Kissing Noah’s neck, I undid his tie, and dropped it on the floor. He pulled my suit coat off me, and removed my own tie. As I unbuttoned his shirt, I kissed every bit of skin that was exposed as I went down. I spread his shirt apart when it was fully unbuttoned and kissed his chest before I moved my mouth to kiss and suck on his nipples. I trailed my hand down his chest and caressed his side. Noah’s bulge was obvious. I could feel it rubbing against me as Noah thrusted his hips. Pulling his shirt off, I ran my fingers through his long blond hair. I relished the silky feel as is trailed across my hand and through my fingers. I resumed kissing him, and soon, Noah’s hands were fumbling at my collar. As he pulled off my jacket and tie, I could feel my own cock straining to be let free. It was like başakşehir escort iron in my pants. Helping things along, I undid my belt and unbuttoned my pants as Noah pulled my shirt off. Thumbing down my pants and boxer briefs, my six inch circumcised cock sprung free. It bobbed in the air as I rubbed it against the bulge in Noah’s pants. Precum was already dripping from the tip, getting onto his pants. I didn’t care about the mess. I wanted to get Noah naked like I was. His hands went to my erect cock, and began stroking it, eliciting moans from my mouth. Finally, I got his pants undone, and pulled them off his legs, running my hands over the soft and smooth white flesh. Cupping his underwear covered cock, I stroked it through the blue cloth, and Noah writhed in pleasure as I massaged his shaft. Finally, I pulled his boxer briefs off, exposing his uncut cock. Puberty had begun to work its magic on his cock. It was definitely growing longer and thicker. He didn’t have any hair down there yet, so it was deliciously smooth. I knelt and kissed his sack, gently sucking on his balls. Noah’s hands grabbed my hair. “Dammit, Ash! Stop teasing me, and suck my dick!” Noah sounded grumpy, but from the heat radiating from his skin, and how hard his cock was, I knew better. “I love getting you riled up, Noah baby.” I murmured this as I reach under him and cupped his soft bubble butt. Running my tongue up the bottom of the shaft, Noah pulled on my hair in frustration, and I decided to sate him. I licked the head of his cock, and then slowly brought my mouth down, feeling his cock throb with lust in my mouth. Bobbing my head up and down, I pleasured my beautiful Noah. Soon, he began moaning and panting louder and faster. “Oh, Ash! I’m going to cum! Don’t stop!” Noah’s hands were beating my shoulders as his orgasm built and exploded in him. He squirmed in pleasure and cried out. Soon, he fell back against the bed, spent. I crawled up the bed to cuddle with him, making sure my cock rubbed against his leg as I went up. I shivered as my sensitive mushroom cock head moved against the beautiful boy’s flesh. “Mmm, Ash,” Noah moaned as he began kissing me. Our lips parted and our tongues met. Dancing together, they moved, first into my mouth, and then into Noah’s mouth. Pushing me onto my back, Noah straddled my stomach, still bent over and kissing me with all his passion. Sliding backwards, his ass met my erect cock. Moving his hips up and down, he ground his butt against my cock, sliding my dick between his butt cheeks, enveloping it in his tight hot flesh. Lacing his fingers with mine, Noah gazed at me with his beautiful blue eyes. I shivered in pleasure as his tender skin slid over my cock, rubbing it just perfectly. I adored this beautiful boy who was straddling me, squeezing my fingers as he increased his speed. Soon, Noah reached into the bedside drawer and pulled out a bottle of lube. With expert precision that has come from plenty of practice, he squeezed some into his hand, and began rubbing my cock with his slick hand. Soon, my uncut cock was probing at Noah’s slick back door. Smiling at me, he rubbed his tender and beautiful rosebud on my cock head, before he allowed me to slide into him, an inch at a time, moaning in ecstasy. Noah’s ass felt hot and tight against my cock shaft, and soon, Noah was bucking his hips, taking control as I fucked him. I loved having sex with him. He usually fucked me as I was mostly a bottom my whole life, but living and loving with Noah had changed that. I grabbed his hips, and relished the feel of his skin under my fingers. I rolled over, so I was on top. Noah wrapped his arms around my chest, and his legs around my waist. I began to thrust harder and faster into the perfect and beautiful thirteen year old. Our skin made a slapping sound each time I thrusted deep into him. Burying my face into his neck, I kissed and sucked it like a hungry man eating his first meal in ages. The concert that night signified the end of school until the new year, and I didn’t care if I gave him a hickey. I could feel my orgasm building in me, making me feel flushed, and my skin began to tingle. I began to thrust harder and deeper into Noah, making him cry out in lust and love. Finally, I couldn’t hold back anymore, and buried my cock deep into his hole. Frantically kissing him, I began to shoot hot ropes of cum into him. I felt his ass contract, squeezing every drop out. I keep my dick inside him until it began to get soft, and I finally pulled out, drawing a whimper of pleasure from his as I cuddled him close, and drew the blanket over us, ready for a good night’s rest. The next morning, we were watching a movie on the TV. Noah and I were cuddled under a blanket, and every so often, he turned his head to admire the Christmas tree we had set up just a week ago. It was beautiful, with lights, ornaments, and his mother watching over all from the top of the tree. When it was over, we stood and stretched. Noah had been working hard in school, and I had been working hard on writing when he was in school. I was glad for us to have a break together. That afternoon, we took a shower in our separate bathrooms, and soon, we were dressed and in my truck, heading for the mall. We’d done our Christmas shopping previously, but this time it was for another first with Noah. He’d never had a proper Christmas, and this included a tree which we’d already put up together. One more thing to cross off today was a picture with Santa. He’d be at the mall, listening to kids saying things like “I want an iPad, um, a pony, um, a fire engine, and um, and um, and um a new phone.” Noah had what he wanted. He was safe, his abusive father a distant memory, and he was living with someone who loved him and cared for him. I had what I wanted. My books were selling well, I had plenty of money in the bank, and I had a beautiful lover. We had plenty of framed pictures of us together, some taken from our cell phones, others in a professional photo studio. But since it was our first Christmas together, I wanted a picture of us with Santa. Noah was excited to see him for the first time. He knew the truth about Santa and had halkalı escort known for many years, but that didn’t stop the little kid in him. Soon, we were in line, and waiting our turn. With it being Santa, there were a lot of kids in line. There were a fair number of adult couples in line as well. With our coats over our arms, we patiently waited our turn in line. It was nice that it was an indoor mall. I’d done some book signings in outdoor malls and I couldn’t imagine waiting in line in the cold winter air. Soon, we were inside Santa’s hut in addition to Mrs. Claus, and a photographer dressed as an elf. There was a high backed chair as wide as a couch so we could all sit comfortably together. As the elf snapped a few pictures, we talked to Santa. We discussed what I wanted for Christmas, and what Noah wanted. At this, Noah became the kid that he still was. Showing his million dollar smile, and with his blue eyes shining bright with excitement, he went on and on about what he wanted and how it would be his first real Christmas. Hugging all around, we went to the photo booth so we could buy the pictures. Finally, it was our turn. “Okay,” said the attendant swiveling her computer screen towards us so we could see. “Here are the proofs of the photos. They came out nicely, so we don’t need any touching up.” Pointing a manicured nail at the sheet of paper taped to the counter, she explained the different photo packages. After looking at them I decided on what we wanted. “We’ll actually take three of the packages. We want a nice good mix of sizes and quantity.” I ticked them off on my fingers. “We’ll take package one, five, and eight, please.” This would be plenty to put in frames for the house and the cabin. This also came with a large 8×10 photo that we could shrink down for a photo Christmas card. The big size would ensure the picture would still look crisp and clear when it was shrunk down. Stepping over to the register, I handed Noah my jacket so I could pull my wallet out. I was quoted the total, and handed over my black American Express card to pay for the photos. Our next stop was a professional photo studio that specialized in photo greeting cards. We went to the computer and began to design our card. It looked nice at the end. There was our photo on the right, and on the left it read “Happy Holidays to you and yours! Love, Ashton and Noah”. It was bordered with reindeer and Christmas trees. “It’ll take about an hour for these to print, guys. Is that okay?” asked the clerk when we submitted our order at the counter. “Yeah, sure. We’ve got the time.” I answered taking our copy of the order form. “What are we going to do, Ash?” Noah asked as we walked outside the studio. I looked up. It was after lunch. My stomach growled with hunger, and Noah’s responded. He giggled. It was a most beautiful sound. Across the street was a Chinese buffet restaurant. I pointed and he nodded. Holding hands, not caring what people thought of this affectionate gesture, we walked to the corner and crossed. Over an hour later, we were back at the studio, flipping through the freshly made photo greeting cards. “Are the satisfactory?” asked the clerk. “Yeah,” I said, handing the box to Noah. “They look great. Thank you.” Soon, we were sitting in the post office parking lot, stuffing the photo greeting cards into envelopes. They were already addressed, and were self-sealing, so this took just a few moments. The truck engine was idling, the heater keeping us warm as we worked. Soon, all the envelopes were sealed and we needed postage. We went and stood in line. Pretty much everyone else had packages to mail, no doubt for the upcoming holiday. We shuffled forward every few minutes. “Noah, you’re a good kid,” I said after a few minutes of waiting. “What?” Noah was looking at all the different forms at the counter next to us, not paying attention. “Look at the other kids in line,” I said. “Fussy, impatient, some clearly upset. Yet you’re standing here, not getting into trouble, and I like that. You’re a good kid, Noah.” “Thanks, Ash,” he said, giving me an embarrassed smile. He blushed. “Growing up how I did, you build up a lot of patience.” Hugging me, he flashed his million dollar smile that I’d always die for. We finally made it to the counter, and got the envelopes posted. Noah was looking at a digital clock counting down to the next year as I finalized the transaction. When Christmas Eve rolled around, we spent the evening cuddled on the couch, watching the many Christmas movies on TV. We kissed some, but were too busy enjoying cuddles and the movies to have sex. I didn’t mind. Since Noah had come into my life earlier that year, we’d had lots of sex. Sometimes multiple times day. Noah had the seemingly endless stamina that all kids his age seem to have. When it was after ten o’clock, I yawned and stretched, nearly knocking our bowl of popcorn over. “Man, I’m tired,” I mumbled, setting the popcorn further away so it’d be safe. “I could go to bed,” Noah said sleepily. “Sounds good to me,” I said, standing up, and dropping the blanket in a heap on the couch. I’d fold it later. Noah led the way to the bedroom we shared, where we always slept naked together. Dumping our clothes in the hamper, we shuffled into the bathroom to brush our teeth. In the bathroom, it was chilly. It always seemed to be so in the winter. Our cocks shrunk even more than normal in the cold night air. Our balls pulled tight, closer to our bodies to protect and warm the precious cargo inside them. Finally, we crawled under the covers, and pulled the blankets over ourselves. “Good night, Ash. I love you.” “Sweet dreams, Noah, baby. I love you too.” I kissed him for a few seconds before he rolled around and backed into me, bubble butt nestled against my cock. I draped my arm over him, rubbing his stomach, and then running my fingers over his beautiful uncut dick. Kissing the nape of his neck, I closed my eyes. I was awakened some hours later by Noah shaking my shoulder. “Ash. Ash! Wake up! There’s something wrong! It’s cold!” his voice was frantic, but it didn’t register. I was still half asleep. “Course it is,” I mumbled, my şirinevler escort eyes still closed. “It’s winter. Snowing. Cold.” “No,” he said, pulling the blankets off me, and exposing my skin to the cold air in our house. “The heater isn’t working anymore!” The frigid air woke me up faster than anything else could have. It definitely was cold. Freezing almost. I asked Noah what woke him up. “I had to go to the bathroom, and the air was so cold. I looked at the thermostat. It says the heater is on, but it’s colder than what it’s set to.” “Hold on a sec,” I said, getting up, and going to the closet. I rummaged around for a moment, and pulled on some fleece pajama pants and a hoody. I tossed a spare set of sweats to Noah. I also found my electric blanket. I plugged it in, and had Noah get back in bed. Within moments, he was warm. “Stay here, and stay warm. I’m going to check the furnace.” He nodded, and I went downstairs and then to the basement where the furnace was kept. I checked it out. The pilot light was on, the power switch was on, and the filters had been replaced only two weeks before. I pressed the reset switch and nothing happened. “Shit. Looks like a cold Christmas,” I said to myself as I realized it could be a day or two before someone could get out here to replace it. There were plenty of 24 hour heating and cooling companies around town, but I didn’t want to have them work on Christmas Day, much less call them at 2:30 in the morning. I’d have to wait until the day after Christmas to call. “Double shit!” I said, a little louder. “That’s Sunday. I’ll call Monday morning.” Sighing, I went around the house, turning on the taps so they’d drip and the pipes wouldn’t freeze and burst. I also opened the cabinet doors under the sink to allow them to get access to the warm air that I’d have to generate. “Noah! NOAH!” I called up the stairs. He appeared at the top of the stairs, his long blonde hair all mussed from the night’s adventures. I told him what to do to the faucets and sinks upstairs and then I went to the fireplace. It was big. It was more for decoration but I was going to make a big fire to keep things warm. Soon, flames were cracking merrily and wonderful warmth flooded first the room, then the ground floor. Heat rises so I knew the upstairs would soon be okay as well. “Are we going to sleep in the bedroom, or here with the fire,” Noah asked from behind me. “We’ll sleep here so we can tend the fire,” I said after a moment’s worth of thought. Grinning, Noah showed me he that he had brought down our pillows and blankets from the bedroom. We made a nice pile and then burrowed down into them. I kissed him again as we watched the flames dance. “I can think of worse ways to spend Christmas than sleeping cuddled with a beautiful thirteen year old boy,” I said, kissing Noah’s neck. “This is certainly turning out to be the best Christmas I’ve had. I’ve never had a proper Christmas at all. It was just another night of hoping my father would be too drunk to hit me, and then slipping away to the store to sleep on a cot in the back room of the store. I’d never be able to work up front if I had bruises on my face, so Fish always let me work in the storage area until I healed.” Words poured from Noah’s mouth as he rolled to face me. “For years I’d hoped for a miracle. For years I wanted to escape, but was unable. I began to real the Thomas Halberd novels, and imagined I was him, helping people, fighting crime, and that I had money to get away and make it happen.” Tears began to fill up in his eyes and spilled onto his cheeks as the emotions of his words overwhelmed him. “I’d read that you were gay and hadn’t been shy about it. I…was confused about my sexuality for a bit. But I never had time to figure it out. I was too busy working, or getting hit by my drunken father. If I spent the night in the woods hiding, he’d beat me worse than normal, so I’d have to stay home, too hurt to work.” Noah buried his face in my chest, and I held him tightly, knowing he needed to finish. “I never did believe in a god. But I always prayed to my mother. I asked her for help. I asked her to send me a guardian. An angel to save and protect me. A friend. Someone to show me the love and care that I’d always been denied. Then one day, you walked into my store.” Noah’s voice tightened up, and I knew he was choking on emotions. I was too, but I continued for him. “I told you about my new cabin. You helped me at the meat department. I signed my books at the store in exchange for what I had in my cart. I made the deal with Fish.” I could feel Noah nodding, his face still buried in my chest. “After you were done with work, you rode your bike out to see if I’d forgotten anything. We shot some pool, and then I saw your bruises. If it’s any consolation, I noticed your beautiful butt before the bruises.” At this, Noah giggled. “You ran out pretty fast, leaving your shoes. I think they’re still in the cabin somewhere. I didn’t toss them. Later, you showed back up, scared, and soaked to the bone. We showered together to warm you up, and things just snowballed from there.” “You fed me, you clothed me, you rescued me from that hell, and I’ve known nothing but peace, love, and happiness since you took me in. I love you Ash. With all my heart. You’ve shown me so many incredible things, made me feel so special and important, and I want to say that you are the best Christmas present anyone could ever have.” Blushing at these words, I kissed him on the forehead and stared into his beautiful blue eyes. “I love you too, Noah. Now and forever.” I pressed my forehead against his, and felt his love. I knew he could feel mine. “Merry Christmas, Noah.” “Merry Christmas, Ash.” I know at the end of the last chapter, I said I’d covered the entire plot I’d laid out for Ashton and Noah, but it is currently December 3 as I write this. The approaching Christmas season made me wonder how it would go for them as they celebrate their first Christmas together. Last winter, my own furnace broke down, and it took a few days to get it replaced. This gave me an idea to do it here, so Ashton and Noah would have a reason to cuddle in front of a fire. I figure if I write Chapter XII, it’ll be Christmas morning. Who gets what for Christmas? What will they do? Will they go anywhere? All these questions and more might be answered if I write another chapter! Stay tuned! Questions? Comments? Feel free to message me ail

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Subject: Caribbean Adventure Chapter 5 23 September 2019 This is my first contribution to Nifty. I have two passions: sailing and boys, so it seemed only natural to bring the two together for you. Hopefully you’ll enjoy either sailing or boys, or maybe both! I have to confess that i enjoyed writing this, with a lot of of written as i flew to the Southern Hemisphere. I recommend it as a great way of whiling away the hours! If there are sailors out there, I’d love to hear from you. And if anyone else wants to give me feedback or have a chat, my email ota. Needless to say that the there’s fact and fiction in here, and that any sections implying activities that involve contact with minors are of course entirely fictional. So I invite you to step onboard my fantasy world and sail off over the horizon with me. I discovered Nifty a year ago. It’s an awesome resource for reasons that we all understand and it costs money to keep it going, so please be sure to donate to .Org in order to ensure that it keeps allowing freedom of thought and expression. Live aboard boys A season sailing in the Caribbean CHAPTER 5 Wednesday morning started with me gently disentangling myself from Jonno at around 7am and sneaking quietly into the galley (that’s he kitchen to you land boys) to make tea. I took it up on deck, enjoying the cool early morning breeze, thinking through the day ahead. I have an analytical mind, and I’m pretty business savvy, so i thought about things in terms of what i needed to come away with and what i was prepared to give in order to do so. I had a fairly clear idea in my head as to the likely course of the discussion and the twists and turns that it night take. One thing was paramount though: the future happiness and security of Jonno. I chopped up some local topical fruit, pulled some yoghurts out of the chiller, toasted some bread and made some pancakes and fresh coffee, all laid out ready for breakfast. Then i went to my cabin (the one with my the young man currently asleep in it) and gave the slumbering boy a gentle shake and a kiss. “Jonno darling, breakfast’s ready. Time for a quick swim though if you like”. Actually, looking at the white crusty mess on both of us and the sheets, a swim and a shower was essential. He stirred. I tickled him. He yelped. I tickled him some more. He threw back the sheet to reveal guess what? I ignored it. “Up you get. Big day babycakes. We need to get moving. In the water with you. Race you around the boat.” With that challenge issued, he başakşehir escort was up and through the hatch into the cockpit in a flash. Moments later there was a plume of water as his naked body dived in, followed by splashes as he front crawled quickly although rather unstylishly around the boat. I was on his tail, but he had too much of a head start and beat me back to the swim ladder. We were both out and rinsed in a couple of minutes, drip drying in the sun as we ate breakfast. He didn’t seem his usual talkative self, but i sensed why and let it be. I gave him a smile, patted the seat beside be and said “you can’t get a cuddle all the way over there.” In a flash he was cuddled up next to me. “Right Mr Cabin Boy, let’s discuss plans for today. Will you clean up breakfast whilst I clean up the mess from last night. If anyone walked in there, they’d think that they’d walking into a cheap knocking shop. If we aim to weigh anchor by 11am, that will put the sun high enough in the sky to help us see our way out through the reef. If you haul the anchor, then can you please go up the mast as lookout?” He smiled as i suspected he would, as he enjoyed these jobs. “Sure thing skip”. I carried on, “then we’ll motor over to Marigot Bay. It’s only 12 miles and its against the wind, so it will be easier to use the engine. Once we’re in the bay, i need you to point out your parent’s boat for me. We’ll anchor a few hundred yards away. Then we’ll put the outboard on the tender so that i can go ashore and clear customs and immigration. Maybe I’ll get us some treats for lunch and some ice cream too. And then at 2pm I’ll head on over to Nomad. It might be a good idea to hold back on our fun stuff whilst we’re in the bay, and this is going to be a clothes on day kiddo, Do i have your agreement?” “Yes skip, whatever you say” he chimed, happy I think that i seemed to have it all planned out. At 10.55am I started the engine and let it warm through, and at 11am on the dot i gave Jonno the signal to start hauling the anchor. He had the electric anchor winch control in his hand and was controlling the speed of the drum as the anchor chain snaked up from the sea bed. “Anchor away” he cried out. Having secured the anchor, he scampered up the mast whilst i pointed the boat’s bow towards the start of the channel, or art least where i assumed it was. “Stop daddy!” Jonno cried out. “You’re way too far to starboard. You need to back track and go in again 100 metres over that way”. That was halkalı escort fortunate. The reef could easily have holed the hull had we hit it. I backed off, made my approach again and with some more guidance from Jonno we were clear of the passage between the reef in just a couple of minutes. It was pretty much a straight line from where we were to Marigot Bay, but it’s was a busy channel and there was quite a sea running, so we worked together to steer and keep a lookout to avoid other ships and yachts. By around 12.30pm we were entering Marigot Bay, with the mountains in the middle of the island of St Maarten in the distance. Jonno was using the binoculars to look out for his parent’s boat, whilst i navigated a course between the moored boats in the busy anchorage. “There she is” shouted Jonno. I saw her, and a moment later i spied a nice spot to anchor a suitable distance away, halfway between his parent’s boat and the shore. “Ready to anchor please Jonno”. “Aye aye skip” came the reply. We were anchored by 1.00pm and quickly set about fixing the outboard onto the stern of the tender. I put on a t shirt (never try to clear customs and immigration without doing so. They get very touchy about it) and packed our passports and some cash and a credit card into a waterproof bag. I gave Jonno a hug and a big smile, pinched his bum and promised to be back as soon as i could, but no guarantees. “Fix yourself a snack if you get hungry babycakes”. And with that i got into the dinghy, pulled the starter cord on the outboard, cast off and sped off towards the service dock, leaving Cabin Boy Jonno in command of Belle Aventure. Customs and immigration took 30 minutes and they didn’t bat an eyelid at two passports with different family names. With so many bareboat charters running in and out of the island it was situation normal, and there was a queue building, so they rushed us through. I sped out of the supermarket, picked up a fresh pizza and a bag of ice, together with snacks and more ice cream. I was on my way back to Belle Aventure in time to pass the bags to Jonno, check everything was ok and speed off towards Nomad. It was just before 2pm. “Wish me luck darling.” “See you soon daddy” came the reply. I slowed the engine as I approached Nomad. From 100 yards away I could hear shouting and screaming, I wondered about going back to Belle Aventure to radio them in order to see if they were ready, but then one of them spotted me approaching and i was committed. I drew şirinevler escort the dinghy up alongside and passed a line across. “Good afternoon, I’m Tim Orchard, owner of the Belle Aventure. May i come onboard please?” I stepped up onto their boat. It was considerably smaller than Belle Aventure and it looked chaotic: gear and stuff everywhere, and with the boat lacking maintenance. They offered me an alcoholic drink, but I declined, preferring a clear head. He introduced himself as Andrew and his wife as Penny, and then to Jack and Suzy, their youngest. Jack caught my attention. His eyes were puffy from crying and he had red welts on his arm. Not good signs. I suggested that we chatted down below whilst the kids stayed on deck to which they agreed. “I’m sorry if I interrupted something when i arrived. I should have radioed ahead. My apologies.” “It’s that little whore Jack, he’s as bad as that slut Jonno” shrieked Mrs. I was taken aback. Andrew was calmer but said that Jack had been `problematic’ since Jonno left. When I’m probed `problematic’ with the father, it seems that Jack had been caught with his pants down more than a few times, doing what boys do. “Boys are impossible” shrieks Mrs. I’m sorry to hear that Jack has been having problems (“no wonder”, I thought to myself, “if you dump his brother in a strange port. He’s probably wondering if he’s next”). I tried to refocus the conversation back on Jonno. “I understand from our radio telephone call that Jonno wouldn’t be welcome back onboard, is that true?” “Never ever” shrieked Mrs. “I see. Perhaps i can help. Jonno seems to have settled very happily into life on the Belle Aventure. I’d be very happy to look after him, to see him through school and university. But in order to do that, I’d need your irrevocable agreement to my being his permanent legal guardian. Would you agree to that?” They mumbled amongst themselves. “Perhaps you can give us 5 minutes alone to discuss this please?” “Of course.” I went up on deck and walked up to the bow. Moments later Jack was beside me. In the course of a few minutes, during which he barely stopped to draw breath, he confirmed my fears and explained the red welts. I needed to hatch a plan, fast. “Mr Orchard, would you like to come down?” I stepped down into the cabin. Standing in front of them, i said “I think that before we speak any further i need to meet privately with your husband please”. Penny went up on deck, leaving us alone. “Jack has told me what has been happening Andy. Surely you can understand that physical and verbal abuse are unforgivable? I should report you to the authorities, but that’s not going to help the boys. So here’s what’s we’ll do.” Ten minutes later, he called Penny below and told her what we’d agreed. “Pack a bag for Jack”.

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Subject: M.A.R.C. Ch. 18 M.A.R.C. Warning: The following story is a work of fiction. It is a fantasy. It never happened, except in the author’s imagination. This story may contain sex between teenage boys, a man and a teenage boy or multiple male teens. The author does not encourage or condone sex between adults and little children. If you are underage, or this is illegal where you are, you already know what you’re supposed to do. Delete this file and find something else. If this kind of story turns you off, delete this file and find something else. If you’re looking for a story that has someone having sex in every other sentence, this one is not it. The author retains the copyright for this story. Placing this story on a commercial web site or in print without the authors permission is a violation of that copyright. Disclaimer: M.A.R.C. is in no way related to a certain movie character or characters of a similar age and construction and/or recently released sci-fi movie. Any and all similarities are purely coincidental. Comments to aol, pro and con and of a constructive nature, will be gratefully received and acknowledged, if possible. Flamers will be ignored. Near the end of Chapter Seventeen: Forgetting my need to go to the bathroom, I brought my hands up to his hips and took the waist band of his incredibly sexy briefs in my fingers. They trembled as I was suddenly very aroused. All the past evening’s anxieties slipped away as I couldn’t wait to feel his beautiful hard boyhood slide into me and his hot love juices shooting inside. The briefs slid down quickly to reveal … I whispered in disbelief; “Oh God! No! Oh shit no!” He had no penis or testicles, only smooth hairless skin! As I looked up at him in terror, he smiled sweetly down at me again and said. “Well, what did you expect? After all, I am JUST an android.” I clenched my eyes closed and screamed. Actually, I didn’t scream. I couldn’t scream. Oh, I tried like hell but it was like I was paralyzed. I couldn’t move. I wanted to get up and run but most of all I wanted so desperately to scream. I tried and tried and all I heard was a weak high pitched keening kind of sound. Finally, after what seemed like a superhuman effort I was able to squeeze out a long low sobbing moan, “Mmmmaaaarrc!” Chapter Eighteen – Something in the darkness frightened me I was awake and sitting on the edge of the bed. It had all been a nightmare. I looked behind me. I was alone. I slowly and shakily got up and went into the bathroom. I urinated and washed my face with cold water. Then, I headed back to bed. I thought of checking on Marc but there was no light under his closed door. I knew, as far as Marc was concerned, there was nothing I could do but wait, so I went back to bed and, after a while, finally slipped into a fitful sleep. His words from my previous dream pursued me into my sleep and new dream; “Well, what did you expect? After all, I am JUST an android.” Guilt feelings for having deceived Marc had overwhelmed me. Something in the darkness frightened me. Something was there. I didn’t want to open my eyes. I was so afraid of what I might see. Child like, I rocked back and forth on my side and moaned. I felt a warm soft touch on my back. I jerked in fear. The gentle touch traveled up to my shoulder and down my arm. I trembled in terror. I heard a faint familiar whisper, “Everything’s okay old man. I’m here and everything’s going to be okay.” It was Marc’s voice but I was dreaming. Like before. Another nightmare. I lay quietly but rigid, holding my breath and feeling my heart throb within me. I wished I’d wake up. I wished it would go away. Leave me alone. But it kept caressing me like it was trying to calm and console me. I wouldn’t be fooled. It was trying to seduce me before terrorizing me. Just like the last time. I finally found a small low whisper of a voice. “I know what you are. Stop trying to fool me. I know you’re just another nightmare so you can go way.” My whisper turned to a low growl; “Please … leave … me … alone!” A small pleading voice spoke into my ear. “Uncle John. Please. It’s really me. Marc, your Godson. Your boy Marc. Please Uncle John, you’re scaring me again.” I heard a tear in that voice başakşehir escort but I wasn’t fooled. It was just part of my nightmare. Me making me pay for my lie to Marc. The warmth of the gentle touches spread. A hand caressed my chest and stomach. Warm smooth skin moved against my back. Knees and legs fit behind mine. A firmness rubbed against my backside. I felt warm breath as a wet cheek pressed to my shoulder. A child’s nose snuffled. I heard a gentle sob behind me. “Please Uncle John. Please.” It implored. “Please don’t leave me. I’m so afraid. I need you.” It hurt my heart to hear such fear. Such child like fear. How can I not respond to that cry. A feeling began down deep in my very being. A warmth spread out from my center. I began to relax and as I did, light began to seep into my private darkness. Nearly masked by fear, the innocent love in the child’s voice behind me sounded almost real. So sincere. The embrace, so familiar. I even recognized his adolescent boy scent. “Marc?” I hesitated. You … you are not a nightmare? … are you?” “No Uncle John. It’s me.” He kissed the back of my left ear. “I’m sorry I took so long coming to bed but I’m okay now and I just want us to be together. I love you so much.” His kisses moved from my ear down my neck to my shoulder. His hand started little fires all over my chest and stomach. Yes! Yes, that was my Marc. My wonderful boy. His left leg moved over mine and gave him leverage to press himself tighter against me. His hand caressed my left hip and his fingers crept under the waist band of my shorts. I slowly turned my head to see if it were true, if this was really my Marc and not just another cruel trick of my conscience. His lips sought out and tenderly found mine. His face was hot with tears and I rolled to my left to look into his eyes. His hand slipped further underneath my shorts and held me. We kissed again and his tongue found mine and they played together. I tasted him and yes, it was my Marc. I let out a long slow sigh as I finished rolling to face him and our arms and legs wound into familiar patterns and our hardnesses caressed each other snuggling between us. Inside my shorts his hand slid to my bottom and he squeezed. Mine found his firm young backside and did the same. “Powder blue?” I whispered my question, knowing full well the answer. “Yes, it was your choice. Remember?” “Yes, I do.” “Uncle John? Would you do me a favor?” “Yes Marc.” “Would you take them off me? I tensed for a moment and then reached up to the headboard for the accent light and switched it’s soft subdued light on. There was just enough soft faint light to see but only just. I looked down on the handsome love filled face of my boy and his beautiful form laid out before me on the bed, clad only in those powder blue bikini briefs. He rose to his knees for me as I caressed his firm round bum and felt his hard cock poking out the tight silky fabric. I slipped them down as far as I could and saw that he was just as I remembered and loved. His penis was very hard and hugging his belly. The foreskin was snug and just exposing the tip. I clear drop of pre-cum oozed out of the slit and clung there. A small tuft of light blond pubic hair looked soft and inviting. His large round balls hung close below, smooth, hairless and heavy with his juices. He lay down again and I slipped the briefs the rest of the way off, freeing his legs. Then I removed my own shorts and lay down beside him. We moved together into each others arms, my near terror of a few moments ago completely forgotten. The feel of our bodies against one another hastened the growing warmth and urgency of our quickly growing passion. He eased me over onto my back and lay down on top of me. Then he looked into my eyes and brought his mouth to mine. His lips felt soft and warm. We opened slightly and the tips of our tongues touched. I knew and now he knew what … no, who he was. It made no difference. Love … well, love is love. I ran my fingers through his hair and down his back to the warm soft smooth rise of his bottom. I held a cheek in each hand as he rubbed his hard cock into my belly. He clamped his legs together tightly trapping my erection halkalı escort in a most pleasurable grip. His arms wrapped around the top of my head as our kiss gained power and love. Soon we were breathing heavily and our bodies writhed together. He broke our kiss, lifted up and moved down a little so our boners caressed themselves. We both moaned with the exponential increase in our pleasure. I loved the feeling of his warm hardness rubbing against mine and our balls being pressed together. Marc slipped his legs between mine and I wrapped mine around his pulling him harder against me. It made us groan again in our passion. We continued to hump against each other slowly as that passion continued to build. He rubbed his face in the hair on my chest and inhaled deeply savoring my scent. He started to kiss and lick his way down. He kissed and nibbled my nipples and made their already erectness like rock. He washed my belly button and explored his way through the underbrush of my pubic hair. His tongue teased my nerve endings along the crevice between my leg and groin. Then he covered my balls with his saliva and licked up the length of my cock. It slid into his hot mouth and he worked it with intense suction until I was near orgasm. Throughout this most pleasurable of assaults I writhed in ecstasy. I begged alternately for climax and for it to never end. My mind, my body and my soul screamed for more. I could not get enough of this boy and his love and felt that I could not give him enough in return. I wanted to shout my desire to the world and I wanted to declare, beyond a shadow of doubt, my undying and unconditional love to Marc. Slowly, as if knowing of my passionate need, Marc slid back up on me until the focal points of our hot passion were once again moving together. After a few more moments, Marc slipped off onto his side and snuggled lovingly. “Let me snuggle behind you John.” He asked. I shifted to my right side and he molded his warm body behind mine. My mind focused on the long warm hardness that I felt along the crevice between my buns. He rubbed it deliciously back and forth along that crack. “Mmmmm, that feels so nice.” His voice was soft and loving. His left hand held and caressed my hard cock lovingly and his lips and tongue moved over my back. I could feel his warm breath and it excited me. It made my voice tremble as I moaned back to him. “Keep doing that with your cock Marc. It’s so sexy feeling it sliding there.” “Oh Uncle John.” His voice was deep, soft and trembling with his lust. “You are so hot and your ass feels so sexy. God, you turn me on old man.” Each time he pulled back and let his cock slide down along my crack he would move a tiny bit further. When he would start forward again the tip of his boner would first push down a little between my cheeks. Lubricated with the copious amounts of his pre-cum, it would move in and then slip upward causing the most delightful of sensations and bringing the cutest little sighs of pleasure from Marc. “Ummmm,” I moaned, filled with my own lust now. “Your cock feels so good back there. God your cock makes me so hat.” Again, each time he pushed it went in a bit deeper and then the slide upward would be slower and longer and, no doubt, tighter and more exquisitely pleasurable than the time before. Marc would tremble and gasp just as the tip lodged momentarily and then moan as it started to slide. He spasmed with lust and passion. Finally, the tip lodged in the tightest and warmest of places and the gasp from Marc was the most intense. “Oooooooaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhuuuummmmm.” His voice was breaking with adolescence and passion. “John, I have to put it in you. Oh please. I have to.” His lust had him pleading for entry and release. I relaxed myself in anticipation of the next and most natural expression of Marc’s love for me and mine for him. We were coated back there with his pre-cum and he continued to leak as he slowly and gently increased the pressure. It allowed him an easy and intensely pleasurable slow entry. I felt warm flesh slide against warm flesh as the glans of his penis glided inside me and the ring of my sphincter slipped over the head of his wonderful cock. His breathing was coming hard and erratic şirinevler escort from this new experience as he gasped, “Oh God John! It’s so hot! So, so … oh jeez, you are so hot in there!” “Take your time sweetie. I want to feel your hard cock move all the way inside me. I want to enjoy your sliding it in and out and back in. I want to hear you tell me when you are close and shout when you cum and I want to feel you throb inside me as the hot flood of your cum fills me with your love.” I don’t know if he even heard my passionate plea as he slowly completed his entry. I lifted my cheek to let him inside me a bit deeper. The he gasped loudly again, “Oh John! It’s so good! I have to stop moving for a moment or I’ll shoot right now!” He held his hips rigidly still for a moment even as his hands and legs kept moving, almost vibrating. It was as if they had a mind of their own. They twitched and moved spasmodically in a frantic effort to dispel his sexual energy. In a few moments he had calmed some and began savoring the new sensations. Soon he was just holding me and finally catching his breath. I imagined then that I could almost feel the rhythm of his blood pumping through his very hard penis. Ever so slowly he began the wonderful motions of one lover making love to the other. After a moment or two he wrapped his left leg over mine to increase his power. We began to move in unison and slowly picked up the pace. “Oh man. Good. So good. Yes. Oh yes.” He babbled in quiet random words that took on his rhythm. I encouraged him. “Yes Marc. Yes my boy. Do it! Fuck me boy!” “Ung! Ung! Ung!” His rhythmic grunts were pure living passion now. I raised my voice over his grunts with my own passion. “Give me your love Marc. Cum Marc! Cum in me Marc! I want you deep in me Marc.” Then, as the tempo built and his thrusts became harder, I too began to lose myself in a thick fog of pleasure. Soon his breathing and mine were nearly out of control. Just then, as his arms and legs froze and clamped around me, only his slim boy hips twitched and jerked his cock into me. He screamed. “I’M GONNA CUM JOHN! IT’S ME JOHN! IT’S REALLY ME! MARC. THE MARC YOU LOVE! I’M GONNA CUM! I’M GONNA CUM!” I pushed back against his hips and squeezed down on him just as he went ridged in an incredibly powerful orgasm. “I’M CUMING! OH JOHN! OH GOD JOHN! I LOVE YOU … ” His hard cock was wedged deep in me and I felt it throb repeatedly as he shouted and filled me with his hot boy cum. Then, finally exhausted, his voice trailed off into a whisper, ” … with all my heart.” And his body went limp. I softly answered. “Me too my boy, me too.” But there was no answer. Author’s Note There’s an entry in one of the many journals that John kept from the very first day that he met me. I only found it recently while going through his things looking for background for this book. The stuff has been sealed away in storage for a good fifty years or so. It’s dated about three years after that day. The day that I learned the truth about who I am. A day which proved to be the major turning point in both John’s and my lives. It reads as follows: “To this very day I don’t know the details of what or how the two Marc’s resolved things. What I do know is that the consortium learned from this major error and now, with Marc’s help, has created programing to aid their androids with the adjustment of being who, not what but who, they are and the place that they hold in society. One source of concern that I have is a frequent topic of conversation between Marc and myself. That topic is emancipation and equal rights for all androids. I fear that one day this will become a major issue. As someone once said, ‘history has a way of repeating itself’.” Oh my beloved John. My first father … and love. How I do miss you. That day of emancipation is still to come. — Marc * * * * * * Dear Readers * * * * * * Okay, okay. I can’t play a dirty trick on you and end it like that. So there will be more … but not right away. I have other tales of small fry to fish. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * This chapter was written prior to the events of September 11, 2001. Not surprisingly, I haven’t been able to write much these past eleven days. But I have faith, like all things, the desire to write will return to normal. In the meantime, pray, meditate or just think good thoughts for us and those who have passed. God Bless America … and the World.

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