Thursday, July 31, 2008

Lost and found chapter 1

I rolled on my side and shoved my hands between my knees. I thought that I heard a sound but scrunched more deeply into the warmth of the blankets. Again the sound........ maybe the phone...........yeah, the phone. I reached out and snatched it, pulling it back into the warmth of the covers with me.

It felt cold next to my face. "Yeah?"

"You awake boss?"

"Oh fuck! Yeah Rosie. What's up?" I reached out with my other hand and turned on the light, the harsh glare making me close my eyes.

"Things are down big time in Europe and you've got a nice profit. You thinking of sitting on that or you want me to cash it in?"

I sat up in bed, finally waking up. "No. I wanna keep all of those short postions. I think we're gonna see a few weeks of this." I leaned my head back against the headboard of the bed and closed my eyes. "I think they wanna scare the crap out of everybody so I'm just gonna ride with it." I looked down at my dick sticking up, I pushed it down with my finger and then let it slap back up. Reaching down to the end of the bed I grabbed my bathrobe pulling it up and over my shoulders.

"Okay. You comin in?"

"Yeah Rosie, couple of hours, maybe less."

"See ya then boss."

"Later Rosie." I pushed the off button on the phone and laid it on the nightstand.

I wrapped my terrycloth bathrobe around me tight. The room felt cold and looking outside the day looked like it was going to be a typical November day, cold, overcast and depressing. Dried leafs were being blown across the barely visible yard. In the bathroom I peed and then stared at myself in the mirror.

"Asshole!" I thought. "Janet thinks you're an asshole, your kids think you're an asshole, not only an asshole but a pervert. Well, don't be unfair to Janet, she thinks you're a pervert too."

Looking at myself in the mirror I said out loud. "They're young. They'll come to feel differently."

I stepped on the scale then got off it and started to get into the shower when I realized that I hadn't even looked at my weight. I got outta the shower and weighed myself again. The same 180 pounds that it always is. I stepped back in front of the mirror and made a muscle. "Not bad, not bad at all."

In the shower I jerked off like I always did, wondering how many gallons of cum I had rinsed down this drain over the years. What if the markets in Europe rallied? You'll get creamed. They won't rally. They'll keep falling.

I shaved and walked naked back into my bedroom and then into my closet. I dug out a pair of boxers, slipped them on and then stepped into a pair of soft flannel slacks in a delicate gray, then a deep maroon shirt of very soft wool with long sleeves and a few inches of zipper at the throat. It occurred to me that I had never seen these clothes before. William in San Francisco just sent them. Every season he sends me clothes. I was suppose to send them back if I didn't like them but I never did because I'd feel stupid doing that and from time to time he'd call to see if I liked them and I always said yes and thanked him even though most of the time I didn't know what he'd sent. I had a lot of clothes.

The leather seats in the car were cold and I could see my breath. I pushed the button in the visor and the garage door went up and I pulled out into the cold morning. I looked at my house in the rearview mirror. It looked dead or sleeping or some shit like that, depressing. I knew that Ralph would be coming soon and then the house would come alive. Ralph had a way of doing that. When I got back, the house would be a home, bright with lights and a fire in the fireplace, Ella on the stereo and the smell of food cooking. Janet let me keep Ralph. Well the truth is that she didn't have a choice. He didn't like her, she had always been a bitch to him.

I drove down the blacktop road that led from my house to the main road, the cold of the road coming through in the sound of the tires on it. Things were pretty quiet, it was still early. Looking left and right I could see a few sets of headlights and taillights heading north and south. I turned the car south and brought it quickly up to highway speed. I love this car. I don't usually dwell much on material things but I love this car. I glanced at myself in the rearview mirror. "Bond, James Bond" I laughed out loud.

As I approached the Wisconsin Illinois border I saw the rest area and realized that I had to pee. I slowed the car and looked for cops. I needed to cut across the center strip of the highway to get easily to the rest area and that was illegal. The coast was clear and I swung into the area normally used only by the cops and headed north to the entrance to the rest stop. Well actually it was more than that. In warmer weather it served as a greeting center for people visiting the state and during warm weather the place would be crammed with tourists. They gave away maps and brochures and could really be pretty helpful but now that part of it was closed down and just the toilets were open, the main part of the building closed and shuttered. An old van was pulling out as I was pulling in.

I got out of the car and walked quickly under the bright floodlights to the john, the wind was cold and I was anxious to get back to the warm car. I pulled open the steel door and started walking to the urinals my footsteps echoing against the concrete block walls. I had never even thought to look at the stalls but now I could hear a sound coming from them. It was a gurgling sound and almost a whimper. I finished peeing and flipped my dick back in my boxers and cautiously looked over toward the stalls, I couldn't see anything at first but when I stepped back I saw something that looked like a bundle of fabric in the last stall. I tried to look in the stall without getting too close and then the whimpering sound again. I moved slowly to the door of the stall.

It was a man, or more accurately a boy. He was in dark, torn clothing and his black hair was matted with blood, his legs were splayed out at an odd angle. His right arm was on top of the toilet seat and his head layed against the gray concrete block wall. There was blood pumping out of his nose and draining out of his mouth. His face was badly bruised and beginning to swell. I must have said "Oh fuck!" out loud because he opened his eyes and looked at me with a look of complete horror. He held up his left arm as if to ward off a blow.

I held up my palms to indicate that I didn't intend to hurt him. "It's okay buddy, it's okay. I'm gonna help ya." I grabbed my cell phone and dialed 911. As I was explaining what I had found he was trying to stop me but since he couldn't move it consisted of plaintively waiving his left hand. Once I had closed the phone I looked at him and he dropped his hand in total defeat. Then looking right at me with tears in his eyes he said. "Hurts." His eyes were a bright blue and were electrifying even under these circumstances. I reached out slowly and lightly touched the top of his hand.

"You're gonna be okay." I gestured toward the door. "They're coming, you'll be okay."

He rolled his head slowly and looked up at me. He closed his eyes for a moment and then opened them again. "Doesn't...........matter." There was another pulse of blood from his nose.


The flashing lights of the ambulance were pulling away when the officer came over to me, the leather of his jacket creaking. "Mr. Palmer can we get your phone number? I don't suspect we'll need it but ya never know."

"Sure. I'm going to the office." I pulled out my wallet. "Here's my card. You can always get me through there." I turned to walk to my car but stopped and turned back.

"What's gonna happen to the kid officer?"

He was writing in a notebook and looked up. "They'll take him to the county hospital. I'll probably interview him there once they clean him up and stabilize him. It's hard to know if there's something seriously wrong with him. I don't think so, just a bad beating but we won't know till the doc's get a look at him." He looked directly at me. "You get used to it. I mean, I know that it's shocking, the violence, blood." His voice trailed off.

"What's the kids name officer?"

"No idea. No wallet, no ID of any kind and he wouldn't give us his name. He's terrified. When something like this happens, especially to someone young, it more than scary it takes a big emotional toll. They probably told him that they'd come back and get him. Some shit like that and they also probably rolled him."

Somehow I didn't think that that was it. There had been more than physical pain on the boy's face, a kind of agony of the spirit that seemed to go deeper.

A minute later I was back on the road on my way to the office but that face was before me. "Doesn't matter." Why would he say that unless there was so little to his life that it really didn't matter, that it really didn't matter whether he lived or died. Five more miles down the road I pulled over to the shoulder of the road and sat, thinking. Finally I tapped the accelerator and the car sprang forward. I turned hard left and drove through the center of the highway again and headed back. I picked up the car phone and called Rosie.

"Sweetheart, I need you to do some stuff." Rosie is my secretary, well, more my assistant. She's a black lady who's about 5'4" and about two hundred and fifty pounds. She's also got a brain that I'd put up against IBM's best.

"First of all, as we speak there's an ambulance headed for the county hospital. In it is a guy with black hair and blue eyes, maybe twenty years old, who's been beaten up. Call the hospital and see to it that he's taken care of. I'm on my way there but I want their best effort."

"Next call my doctor and have him recommend someone on the hospital staff to treat the kid, somebody good. And don't let him give ya that shit that they're all good. Next call Callin & Callin and have them send an attorney over there to represent the kid. The cops'll be talking to him and..............I just want him......... not to be alone." I took a breath.
"Any questions Rosie?"

She was clicking with her tongue at the thought of the violence involved. "Not about this but you got a second?"

"Sure Rosie."

"Well that dumbass real estate agent has been calling about that land. You want it?"

"Yeah but I don't wanna pay what they want."

"Boss," she said indulgently, "that's a given."

"Well.........get it for me Rosie, but cheap."

"But Rosie, this other stuff first. It's important."

"Boss, you can't see it but I'm already dialin."


The wonderful thing about Rosie is that you don't have to spell things out for her. In a way it's a little scary, like she's reading my mind but the upside is worth it. As I was pulling up to the hospital so was the attorney from Callin & Callin. God only knew what Rosie had said to get a lawyer over here that quickly but it was the sort of thing she pulled off every day.

The guy saw me and was buttoning up his overcoat as he walked over holding out his hand. "You must be Mr. Palmer." We shook hands. "Your secretary said to look for a blond guy in a BMW. I'm Michael Worthington."

"You made good time." He was a nice looking guy, dark brown hair cut fairly short and warm brown eyes or maybe hazel.

"I was already up," he smiled, "ready to leave for the office anyway."

We started walking to the emergency room entrance. "Somebody beat this kid, beat em pretty bad. The kid is scared, won't even give his name. I have no reason to believe that he did anything or is guilty of anything but I want you there to protect him."

"Can I ask what the connection is? I mean between you and the kid?"

I looked at him for a second, wondering. "No connection." I thought of those blue eyes. "I just found him."

I stopped just as we were approaching the nurses stand in the emergency room. Michael kept walking for a second before he realized that I had stopped then he walked back to me. "Problem?"

"You go. Do the lawyer thing and then come and tell me. I'll," I looked around, "I'll be in the coffee shop."

I followed the signs to the coffee shop and was working on my second cup when Michael slid in to the other side of the booth. He had an odd look on his face and he raised his hand almost like he wanted to stop the very words coming out of his mouth.

"Mr. Palmer, I'm so sorry but...........the boy is dead." He hurried on. ‘They don't know why yet.......... His words just trailed off.

The words made me feel like I had walked into a fog, an ice blue, acid fog. "Oh. Oh god." I dropped my eyes to the table. "I should have stayed with him. He said it didn't matter and I should have known." I looked up into Michael's eyes. "If I had stayed with him I could have made him hang on...........I. You see? I coulda stopped him. He said that it didn't matter what happened to him but I coulda made him understand that people cared." I closed my eyes and all that I could see was the boys face with those blue eyes staring at me, burning into my brain, asking why I didn't stay with him. I wasn't really aware of the fact that I was dropping my forehead to the table but then I could feel my head resting on my hands. I felt certain that I could hear someone crying in the distance, like maybe down the hall, sobbing uncontrollably. Then Michael was pulling me out of the booth.

I felt more devastated then when my Dad died, worse than the divorce or even when my kids told me they hated me. How did that boy become so important to me? What had I invested in his existence that I didn't realize that I had?

I felt Michael's hands on my arms and then he was gently pulling me out of the passenger side of his car, supporting me and walking me to his townhouse. It was so quick he must live only a minute or two from the hospital. I could still hear the crying and it was getting louder. I felt Michael sit me down on a sofa and then he wasn't there and then he was back and gave me a damp towel but it was like I didn't know what to do with it it was just lying in my hands and the Michael took it and wiped my face. I was beginning to feel like I was coming back together and I knew that I was the one crying but it was beginning to stop. I could feel Michael gently put his arm on my back and then he pulled me to him, I was actually half lying against him, his left arm was around me and I think that I had finally stopped crying although every minute or so I would be slammed with another wave of emotion and it would start again but only for a few seconds.

"Fuck Michael, I'm so sorry! You couldn't have figured on me going nuts. I sure didn't."

Michael spoke tentatively. "I thought maybe you..........and the boy were like boyfriends..........or something."

I looked at him blankly. "How did you know that I was gay?"

"Your divorce. The whole state knows that you're gay."

"Shit." I rubbed my eyes with my hands. "I keep forgetting. Your question, attitude, this mean that you're gay too?"

"Yep, queen city."

"Michael, I'm so sorry this, happened? I don't ever collapse like this!"

"It's okay, I liked holding you. I liked that you cared enough about a stranger to react like this."

I twisted around so that I could look at Michael, there was a slight smile on his face. "That a come on?"

"Well, kinda. The firm frowns on fraternizing with clients so I'm kinda taking a chance. I'm hoping that if you don't go for me at least you won't rat on me."

"Michael, convince me that I'm not to blame for that kids death."

"You already know that you're not."

"Why do I feel so fucking horrible?"

"Well, it is horrible but it isn't a horror that you caused or could have changed. You were just a witness, not really a participant."

"I won't rat on you Michael. I mean regardless, I wouldn't rat on you but would you come to my house tonight for dinner? I need to be with another gay guy for a while. Does that make any sense? I can't be emotional with straight people like I can a gay guy." I didn't know how to explain, without feeling like a fool, that after the emotional breakdown that he had just helped me through, that I felt a closeness to him that I couldn't remember having felt for anyone else.

Michael wrapped his arm just a bit more tightly around my chest. "Is this like a date dinner or more like client and lawyer dinner?"

"Date dinner, slash, getting to know you better dinner. But look just because I'm a client...........I mean, don't attach any significance to that. Don't feel like it's something ya gotta do because that's not the case. "

"Well, in that case, what time should I be there?"

"Early. Whenever you can get there or wanna be there." I put my hand over Michael's. "And dress casual, not GQ coverboy casual but comfortable like you'd wanna be at home."

Michael smiled at me. "You don't like coverboys?"

"I guess they're okay when they're on covers but I wanna know the real Michael. I need to be with a real person right now." Michael bent his head and buried his nose in my hair.

"Why does your hair smell so good?"

I kinda laughed. "I dunno. It could be that stuff they send me. I think that's what I've been putting on it."

Michael rolled his eyes. His eyes were hazel and kind and he spoke with exquisite softness and also a gently huskiness to his voice. "You know, I think it's like a law that gay guys gotta know what they use on their hair. How can you not know that?" He slightly raised an eyebrow and there was a sexy crinkling at the corner of his eye.

"Well see I got this guy in San Francisco. He works at that big men's store there. I can never think of the name, it's right by Union Square. Well anyway, years ago I got this guy to do like my shopping for me, like for clothes and stuff and even toiletries. God I hate shopping. Anyway in the spring and the fall William, that's his name, sends me clothes for whatever season is coming up and also this shaving stuff and hair stuff. He said to send back whatever I don't like but I usually just keep it. I know Ralph clips off the tags and hangs the stuff up."

"Ralph?" Michael said a little loudly.

"He worked for my Dad, he's kinda old. After dad died Ralph just came to work for me. He's great! He takes care of the house and cooks and stuff." I felt it coming and lowered my head. "Oh!"

Michael reacted instantly. "What? You okay?"

"The boy! Oh god!" Michael pulled me against his chest and kissed my forehead.

"Hang on. It'll pass. Remember, you were only a witness. You are not to blame."

"Keep telling me. I wanna believe it."


"He's dead Rosie. The boy died." At this point I sure was no judge of how my voice was sounding but probably not good. "I let the ambulance take him but I shoulda stayed with him."

"Boss, I just talked to the hospital and that boy died of internal injuries. That's what the doctor told me and I questioned him plenty about it too. There ain't nothing you coulda done and you did a damn site more than most people woulda done."

"Rosie I want you to hire detectives. I want to know why. I want to know who did that to the boy."

Rosie was silent for a few seconds. "I'll do it right away boss to Michael about it.............for me."

"Rosie, how the hell do you know about Michael?"

"Boss you ask me to send an attorney for ya you gotta know that I'm gonna know somethin about him."

"You know he was gay?"

"Hmmmm. Well, I didn't know, not exactly."

"What do ya know about him?"

‘Well let's see. He's twenty-nine, never married, brown hair, hazel eyes, bout six feet tall, looks to be about your weight, went to law school at the University of Chicago and he specializes in mergers and acquisitions. I was a little disappointed in that but I couldn't find a criminal lawyer and such short notice."

"I don't suppose you know what he likes to eat, he's comin to dinner tonight?"

"Boss that's a set up for cheapass joke so I'm just sayin he'll be happy with whatever Ralph fixes you guys."

I laughed for the first time in hours. "Rosie I'm goin home. I gonna take a nice hot bath and relax."

"Whatever you need to do but if it was me I'd wait and take that bath with Michael."

"Oh lord, good bye Rosie!"


"Ralph, there'll be another person for dinner." I dropped my car keyes in the bowl in the kitchen.

"Yes sir. Rosie already called me." Ralph's voice, as always, was calm and modulated. "I thought a nice stuffed roasted chicken with oven roasted potato's, asparagus and a tossed salad with sautéed pecans and feta cheese. And I have a few baguets of French bed from that new bakery."

"God that sounds wonderful Ralph!" My muscles felt sore from the tension of the day. "I'm gonna have a martini and a hot bath."

"Sir you go ahead and I'll bring you in the martini."

"Thanks Ralph." I took a few steps and then turned back to him. "Ralph how the hell does that woman keep all this stuff in her head?"

Ralph laughed. "Sir, she been like that since she was a little girl. She started working for your dad when she was sixteen and when he saw what he had there he made her go to school.' He laughed again and shook his head slowly. "She sure is somethin."

I had just slid into the hot soapy water when the intercom buzzed. "Sir, Michael Worthington is here for you."

"Ask him what he likes to drink Ralph and send him up."

Moments later Michael stood at the doorway looking at me. "I had hoped to get you pretty much into this position but I thought it was gonna take longer."

I laughed. "Okay, strip down and get in." Michael was wearing jeans a green sweatshirt and loafers.

"You are kidding?"

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"Nope. Okay, I do promise not to look until you get into the water and the tub is big enough for four."

"What about Ralph?" Michael had kicked off his shoes and was stripping off his socks.

"Ralph won't bat an eye. Besides it's his problem." Michael had pulled his sweatshirt off over his head. Nice chest, a little hairy.

He unzipped his jeans and I could see the white of his underwear. "Okay, you promised that you wouldn't look. I feel dumb enough already."

I laughed. "Okay, okay, I'm covering my eyes." I put my hands over my eyes and could first hear Michael pulling off his jeans and then felt him getting in the tub.

After he was settled across from me I dropped my hands and looked at him. "Boy did I wanna cheat!"

Michael laughed and looked down for a second.

There was a discreet knock on the door and then Ralph came in with two glasses and a small pitcher of martini's. Ralph's face was a study in nonchalance. "Sir dinner should be ready in less than an hour." Then added delicately. "I'll buzz you on the intercom."

"Thanks Ralph."

Michael looked up rather sheepishly and also said. "Yes, thanks Ralph."

I reached over and poured us each a drink. Handing Michael his I said. "Don't talk, don't even think until you've had this."

Michael laughed, took his drink and leaned back in the tub. My bathtub is huge, you could easily fit four people in it. I took a strong swallow of my drink and laid my head back against the tub closing my eyes. In a little while I felt movement in the water and when I opened my eyes Michael was sitting next to me rather than across from me.

He gave me a lopsided grin. "I got lonely over there."

Reaching down into the water with his right hand he laced his fingers through mine. I thought for a second that I might start to cry again but it passed.

I looked at Michael. "Thanks for being there today. I couldn't have gotten through it without you."

"I was glad to help. I've seen you from time to time when you've come into the office." He turned his head shyly back toward the water. "I always wanted to meet you but well, it just never happened." Then he seemed to think of something and said. "I don't mean that I wanted to meet you for business. It's just that when I moved here from the Chicago area I didn't know anyone and working where I work it's not like I can go running around to the bars." He looked at me with his brow furrowed and a vulnerable look on his face. "I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'm lonely."

I looked at Michael and then quickly looked away, when I looked back I said. "I don't think that you're gonna have that problem anymore."

He never took his eyes from mine but asked. "Jeff, since we're sitting here together naked would you mind if I kissed you?"

I spoke softly. "I'd like that. Actually I think that I really need that."

Michael slid his right hand slowly behind my back and then reached over me with his left hand and pulled my face towards him while he moved toward me. As his lips were touching mine I could feel his left leg slide between my legs and our cocks press together. His arms around me were strong and the kiss was deep and confident. In a minute or so he pulled his head back and stared into my eyes.

He spoke quietly, his mouth a fraction of an inch from mine. "You know, you can let go if you want. If you need to cry or scream or anything in between, it's okay. Or if you just want me to hold you." He smiled. "It's not like I don't want to anyway."

I swung my right leg over Michael so that I was straddling him, we both had hardon's and we both ignored them. I laid my chin on Michael's shoulder while sitting in his lap facing him.

"It's just that he had his whole life ahead of him and the more that I think of it he knew that he was dying and he said that it didn't matter." I lifted my head and looked at Michael. "Didn't matter! I wanna hire detectives to find out what happened but Rosie said that I should talk to you first."

Michael looked puzzled. "Rosie?"

"She's the lady that talked to you this morning."

"Oh god! My interview for a job with the firm was easier. What does she do for you?"

"Geez, Rosie does everything. I mean we've got about twenty people with the company but Rosie.......well, first she's my assistant but that doesn't do her justice. I don't know what she said to you this morning but I can imagine. But look at it this way, isn't that what you'd want done for you?" I smiled at him. "Besides, she likes you."

"You're fucking kidding? She likes me? But she doesn't even know me and she sure didn't sound like she liked me this morning."

I laughed and told him the statistics that Rosie had on him. "But she didn't know you were gay. And she doesn't know how good a kisser you are, although she's probably already made and educated guess at that. When I told her I was going home and take a hot bath she suggested that I wait and take it with you." I laid my head back and turned it toward Michael. "Also she and Ralph form a network. It may sound weird but it's kinda comforting. By the time I got home Ralph already knew that some deep shit had happened and he was planning a comfort food dinner. And like sometimes I'll have to meet with investors in a more formal way and then Ralph will have laid out whatever I need to wear. They communicate."

The intercom buzzed and I reached over Michael to press the button. "Sir, the dinner is ready and I've just placed it in the warming oven. Sir, if you don't mind serving yourselves I'll be headed home."

"Thanks Ralph, hi to Harriet."

"Good night sir."

After I clicked off the intercom Michael wrapped his arms around me and pulled my head down for another kiss, his head tilted and his tongue deep in my mouth.

I pulled my head back. "God you taste good." I stood up and taking Michael by the hand pulled him gently out of the tub. "Time to eat." When I looked at the wall where my bathrobe usually hangs I had to laugh. There were now two bathrobes hanging there. I showed Michael. "See, they network."

On our way to the kitchen I gave Michael a tour of the house. "This area where my bedroom is also contains my office and a workout room." We walked further down the hallway until we were next to the front door. I pointed left. "All the way down is the living room, over here to the right is the rec room. You can also get to the kitchen that way. Pointing at the stairs just to our left. "These take you up to a few spare bedrooms. Of course when I had the kids here they used two of them." As we walked on past the front door, "dining room to our right and right ahead of us is the way that you came in. To the right leads to the side door, laundry room and garage and to the left the kitchen."

Michael was shaking his head slowly. "Holy shit this place is big!" There was an odd tone to his voice.

"Michael, my dad started The Palmer Company a long time ago. It was a successful business when I was a little kid and then after I got outta college he brought me into the company and taught me." I took Michael's hand while I was talking. "Not counting today, I work really hard. There are a lotta people who depend on me, employees and investors and I take it seriously. But I guess the point that I'm making is that the hard part was done for me. So don't be too impressed."

Michael turned to me and smiled, then he slowly opened my bathrobe and wrapped his arms around my naked body and pulled me to him. "Ya know, for a rich kid, you're a pretty nice guy."

"Awe shucks, you're just tryin to get into my pants."

Michael dropped his hands lower until they were on my butt. "But your not wearin any pants."

"Then you're tryin to get into my.......................maybe we better eat."


The kitchen table looked like a chicken had exploded on it and Michael and I were leaning back in our chairs. "I can see why you like Ralph. Everything he cook this good?"

"Pretty much."

"What was that sauce?"

"Ahhhh, I think he just adds wine to the pan and boils it all down and then adds heavy cream."

Michael grabbed his waist. "Cream! Heavy cream! I must have had a cup of that!"

I tilted my head to the side and smiled. "Michael, you have a, what, thirty-four inch waist and sixpack abs. I think you can handle the cream." I got up and walked over to Michael and straddled his lap facing him, we still had on our bathrobes but had long since quit worrying about whether or not they were closed. "How about some coffee in the living room?"

Michael reached down and while gently cupping my balls looked up into my eyes. "How about some cock in the living room?"

"Nope I'm saving the cock for later, now it's coffee time." I got up and pulled him up. We poured a couple of mugs of coffee and walked into the living room. The fireplace was lit and I turned on some quiet music. The logs in the fireplace had burned down since Ralph had started them and Michael and I threw a couple more on, poking them until they lit.

We were cuddled together on the sofa with the only light coming from the fireplace and a small lamp in the corner of the room. Michael pointed at the piano and asked. "You play?"

"No, my mom does. I took lessons for years but don't remember a thing."

"Where's your mom live?"

"She's got a house in town but she goes to Florida in October and doesn't come back until May." I smiled at him. "Don't worry, she won't walk in. Since the whole gay thing became common knowledge she gives me a lotta space. She's gotten very close to my ex-wife, which of course gives her access to the kids."

Michael sat up a bit. "That's right, I forgot about the kids."

"They're trying to do the same with me."

Michael was leaning his head on his hand and put the other one on my chest. "How you dealin with that?" His eyes were echoing the flames in the fireplace.

I covered his hand with mine. "Not much I can do about it right now. It seems like everything that I try to do only makes things worse. So I'm just kinda laying back. I call them a couple of times a week and am mostly met with silence but I'm hoping that eventually they'll realize that I'm doing it because I do care. Anyway, right now I'm the asshole pervert that ruined their lives."

Michael put his hand on the side of my face and turned it to him. "That's not the guy I saw today. The guy I met today is a kind, smart, loving guy, not an asshole and sure as hell not a pervert." He smiled. "Okay, so maybe a little bit of a pervert." I gave him a dirty look. "Hey ya knew me for a half a day and you're taken a bath with me!"

"Well you shit!" I pushed Michael backwards so that he was lying on his back on the sofa. I climbed on top of him and pushed his arms back against the cushions. "Ya know it's not like you fought too hard to keep your clothes on!"

Michael was laughing. "You do realize that you're sitting with your naked butt on top of a dick that has been hard for the last three hours?"

I bent forward laying my chest on top of Michael's and my face next to his buried in his neck. "You saved me today............and I don't just mean because of the death of the boy. You brought something into my life that's never really been there. I thought that it was there with Janet but I know now that that was just something I hoped was there, it was never real." I pushed myself up so that I could look Michael in the eye. "But..............don't let me push you into something you don't want. I can do that sometimes. If you want to be just friends that's okay but I'm hoping it'll be more than that."

Michael pulled my face back down to his and kissed me and then rolled me off to the side so that we were lying face to face. He was rubbing the back of his knuckles over my chest.

He spoke very softly but firmly. "When I was a sophmore in college I was walking down the hall in the dorm one evening and it suddenly hit me that all those feelings that I had been having for men my whole life meant that I was a faggot. Not gay, because I didn't think in those terms then but a faggot. I went to bed and stayed there for two days.

I was afraid to be around other guys because maybe they'd know, so as soon as I could, I got an apartment off campus. During the day I went to school and was just a normal college guy and at night I would come home, eat and then take the gun that I bought outta my dresser, cock it and sit on the sofa watching TV with it in my lap, hoping to get up the guts to pull the trigger. I can remember that the mornings were the worst, when you're almost awake but not quite and you can't really feel anything yet and I'd think that maybe I had dreamt it and that I was really straight and then it would all come back to me in a wave, a sickening wave. Well, that went on for almost a year and then one day something just changed. I made the decision to live."

"Not that everything got better, because it didn't. I was still a self-imposed loner, because I didn't know if I could trust myself or anyone else. But somehow I made it through college and became a lawyer and then things got a bit easier. I was living in Chicago and working for the law firm that I had interned at and I even got the occasional blowjob. And when I say blowjob that's just what I mean, I didn't kiss because, I realize now that that would have been proof that I was gay and I sure as hell didn't reciprocate."

"Anyway, fast forward. Joel Callin, who I went to school with calls me outta the blue and asks me to come to Madison for an interview. Long story short, I get the job. So now I'm an attorney and I find that I've got a flair for M&A and Callin & Callin treat me pretty good but I'm still lonely as fuck. Then comes your divorce, biggest, messiest, divorce the state has ever seen and then one day I see you walking in to Mr. Callin's office and I think, damn that's a cute guy and he looks normal, nobody would know that guy was gay except for this shit. From then on I made it my business to find out when you might be coming into the office because every time I saw you it was like there was hope." Michael's eyes were glistening but his voice was firm. "Then comes today, Rosie calls the office and the call gets forwarded to me at home. She gives me the third degree for about five minutes and tells me to get my butt over to the hospital.........and well, the rest you know."

"So Jeff, this isn't something you're pushing me into," he touched my face with his finger tips, "this is my dream." Michael looked at me with a worried look. "God, don't tell me that all this shit has freaked you out!"

I kissed Michael quickly on the lips. "You're not freaking me out! What about your parents? You know about mine."

"I really didn't freak ya?"

"Nope. Okay, come on, parents, give!"

"Well, mom and dad are both alive and living in Chicago. They deal with my being gay by never, and I do mean never, ever, mentioning it. It's like it doesn't exist. As far as their concerned I'm a straight guy who's taking a break from sex, just waiting for the right girl to come along."

I rolled forward and kissed Michael lightly again. "Are you sure that we can rule that one out?"

Jeff pulled my head to his, laying his cheek against mine. "Michael, I've never had a sexual thought about a woman but I've had a hardon for at least half the time that I've spent with you this evening."

I gave Jeff a look and then slowly got up taking him with me. Never letting go of his hand, I flipped off the living room lights and pulled him with me to the bedroom. "You are staying tonight aren't you?"

"Well gotta promise me that you'll get me up early. I mean I can't go to work in jeans."

"You could probably wear my stuff. We're about the same size." Michael got a panicky look on his face. "Don't fucking worry! I'll get ya up."

I took off my bathrobe and dropped it on the end of the bed as I was walking to the other side. When I turned to get into bed Michael was staring at me with an odd look on his face. "What?"

"God you've got a beautiful butt."

I laughed. "Yours isn't bad either and I wouldn't mind you getting to know mine a lot better." Michael and I slid under the covers at the same time and met in the middle of the bed. We kinda slid into each other, entwining our legs and wrapping our arms around each other. Michaels head was resting on my right upper arm, we were kissing and moving our bodies against one another. I ran my left hand slowly down until it was on his lower back, I moved on to his butt and marveled at the smoothness.

Michael's mouth was working on my neck and he was having an incredible affect. The kisses, the small bites and long licks on my neck just below my ear were driving me crazy, my body twisting, seemingly of it's own accord in response to his mouth and tongue.

Michael worked his way in between my legs with his and I just naturally wrapped my legs around his waist. His tongue was down my throat and the tip of his cock kinda just naturally positioned itself at my asshole.

Michael had worked around to my ear and whispered. "I've never done this but I think that I really need to fuck you. I know, I know........maybe it's too soon but god I wanna be in you." His right hand was caressing my shoulder and neck while his mouth work on the other side.

I was almost gasping for breath. "Condoms, lube, in the nightstand." I took Michael's face in both of my hands. "Go slow! I've done this before but it's been a long time."

Michael kissed me hard. "I promise babe! Honest to god I won't hurt ya!"

He was kneeling between my legs with his cock sticking practically straight up and a happy puppy look on his face. I took the condom out of his hand and tore the foil open with my teeth. I looked up at him. "Never done this?"

Michael was practically quivering with excitement and the precum was really beginning to flow. "No, guys would ask me to but I guess I thought that it was too much of a commitment. And anyway I didn't think things could get much better than a blow job."

I scooped up some of his precum and rubbed it up and down his cock along with a little lube. "But now you want to?"

A shiver ran through his body as I rolled the condom down onto his cock. "God yes! I want you!"

"Michael, I want you to put your hands under my knees and push them back against my chest and I'll guide you in. But remember, slow!" He was slowly pushing my knees up and I guided his cock to my butt. I pushed out while he was pressing in and it hurt like hell for the first few seconds but once the head of his cock was in it got better quick.

My hands were on Michaels knees and he was responding well to my controlling him that way. As his cock began move into me and once I got past the pain I looked up at Michael and his eyes were closed and for just a split second I could see the little boy that he would have been years before, a look of perfect bliss on his face.

"A little deeper Michael. That's it." His balls were beginning to slap against my ass. "Oh fuck that's good! Harder!"

His eyes snapped open and he looked down at me. "It's okay? You're sure?"

"Oh fuck yes!" I raised my head and pulled him down so that we could kiss. "Oh man! Fuck my ass!"

Michael was becoming more aggressive as he gained confidence and now his dick was slamming into me, creating an unbelievable sensation. I reached down and started beating myself off. He reached down and cupping my face in his hands buried his tongue down my throat. "I'm getting close!"

"Cum inside me! I wanna know that you're shooting your load in me!

Michael made a little whimpering sound and then said. "Jeff, I'm fucking cumming! Oh fuck!" He straightened up, holding just my ankles and his body went rigid, his head flew backward and then forward, his chin on his chest.

I was whipping my cock and knowing that he was filling the condom in my ass with his cum brought me off just seconds after Michael came. Michael watched me shoot and then, tentatively at first, he reached out and started to spread my cum around my chest with his hands.

Finally Michael slowly pulled his cock out of my ass and sat back on his heels. He had a dazed, exhausted look on his face. My cum was on his hands and he stared at them and then rubbed the cum onto his chest. I reached into the nightstand for a towel and pulled the full condom off of his cock and wiped his dick and then his chest. He gently took the towel from me and lying next to me, wiped the cum off of my chest.

I rolled on my side to face him and I felt like we were really seeing each other for the first time. Michael looked different, relaxed, happy and something more.

He leaned forward a bit and put his right hand behind my neck and then bent and kissed me. "Thank you."

I smiled at him. "You're welcome."

His fingertips were moving over my face. "That's like the best thing that ever happened to me."

"Wanna do it again?"

He laughed. "I take it that you liked it?"

"Yeah I did. The last time that I got fucked it hurt like you wouldn't fuckin believe and the guy that was doing didn't give a damn about me. But this was sooo different. Maybe just knowing that it was you." I kissed him. "This time it felt...........fucking incredible!"

Michael laid his head on my chest. "You're fucking incredible!"

I reached over and turned the light off. "We probably should take a shower but fuck it." I turned on my left side pulling Michael with me so that he was spooning me. My head was on his upper arm and his right arm held me to him. I covered it with my own.

from mygaystories

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Saturday, May 17, 2008

Box Boy

Jeremy looked up while bagging the groceries and saw the
two attractive women buying groceries as they normally did about
four in the afternoon. He found then very attractive. One was a light
colored shinned black girl and the other was a tall dark haired white
girl. They both had stunning figures. Being a rather innocent fifteen
year old boy he could not tell just how large their breasts were but to
him they were huge.

They both flashed him big grins as he bagged their groceries.
They flirted wit him as he finished bagging their groceries. The black
girl used her credit card to pay the bill. He had been placing their
bags in a shopping cart and he offered to take their groceries to
their car for them. The girls thanked him and he followed then to
their car. They were driving a flashy brand new Mustang convertible.
The trunk could not hold all of the bags so he had to put some in the
back seat.

When he put the last gag into the car and put the passenger
seat back up the white girl gave him a big tip and told him that he
was so sweet looking that she would love to take him home and
fuck his brands out. The black girl was getting into the car and
buckling up the seat belt as she inserted the key. She flashed the
teenager a big smile and said, "If you come home with us some time
we would both fuck you to death."

Jeremy blushed like the school boy he was and jogged back
to the store. The middle aged woman working the register teased
him about having a crush on the two of them that only made him
blush more. He did know that he had a boner in his pants. He had
to check the front of the heavy canvas apron to see if it showed.

He had gotten the job in hopes of saving enough money to
buy a used car when he was old enough to get his drivers license.
He was a very nice looking young man. His sandy brown hair had a
natural wave. A lock of his hair was always falling down over his
forehead when he lowered his head. He was always flipping his
head backwards to put the wave back in place.

He got to know that the black girl was named Vanessa and
the white girl was named Heather. When he asked them what they
did for a living he was not surprised when they told him that they
were show girls. They flirted with him shamelessly.

One afternoon they told him that they had Mondays off. They
offered to take him home with them after he got off work. The
thought of getting to ride in a new Mustang would have been enough
to thrill him t death but being able to visit with such attractive girls
was enough to give him a boner hard enough to make his balls hurt.

When he got off work he expected that they would not be
there to pick him up. He exited the front door as the manager
locked up the place. He didn't expect to see the red Mustang in the
parking lot. He did take a quick look around the lot hoping to see
the car. As he expected the only cars in the lot belonged to the
clerks and manager. He felt disappointed and heard for the street
to walk home. Just as Jeremy reached the sidewalk and was about
to turn the corner the red Mustang pulled up to the curb along side
of him. The window came down and he approached the car.

His heart was pounding in his chest as he knelt down to look
in the open window. It was Vanessa behind the wheel. She said,
"Hello honey. Do you want to come home with me?"

Jeremy blushed as he opened the car's door and got in. He
was pulling the seat belt across his body as she pulled away from
the curb. Vanessa reached over the consol and gave his leg a
squeeze. Jeremy had never had sex with anyone before. Up to that
date he had spent his nights masturbating with fantasies of having
sex with girls at school until he met the show girls. Now he would
jack-off picturing them naked and him having sex with them.

When they arrived at their condominium she used a remote
to open the security gate and it closed behind them as they pulled
into the underground parking lot. Vanessa came around the car and
laced her arm through Jeremy's right arm as she led him to the
elevator. As the door closed behind them she was all over him. She
lifted on leg and wrapped it around his hip and she wrapped her
arms around his shoulders and kissed him on the mouth. She was
driving her tongue into his mouth.

He smelled her expensive perfume as she kissed him. He
also felt his cock pressing against the front of his jeans. He felt self-
conscious about the way his cock was behaving. He did wrap his
arms around her body and return her kiss.

When the aerator came to a stopped and the door opened
they disengaged and she led him by the hand down the hall to the
door of one of the condos. When she rang the bell the door opened
by the white girl named Heather. She ushered him in and took his
jackets from him as she showed him around.

The condo was furnished very nicely. The think looked like it
should be in a magazine the way it looked. He was just taken back
by the pictures of naked men on the walls. The girls sat him on the
middle of the sofa. They were all over him. They were feeling him
up and taking turns kissing him.

Heather suggested that she get him a drink. She got up and
fixed then drinks while Vanessa continued to make out with the
teenager. He was thinking to himself, "How could I be so lucky."

When Heather came back she had three tall glasses in her
hands. She offered him one and then one to Vanessa. Then she sat
back down next to him and took a sip of her drink. Jeremy could
smell the alcohol in his drink. It was a whisky and Coke over ice. He
had never had that much to drink before. It tasted strong on the
first sip. The second sip didn't taste that strong. By the time he
finished his drink his cheeks were tingling.

This time it was Vanessa's turn to get up and make the drinks
while Heather made out with the teenager. The boy was feeling up
the large breasts while they kissed. They had to stop when Vanessa
returned with the drinks.

They sipped their drinks while the girls felt him up. He was
feeling pretty good by the time he finished the second drink. The
two girls allowed him to pull their breasts out of their dresses. They
were truly beautiful breasts. Jeremy was playing with Vanessa's
golden brown breasts with the chocolate colored areolas. He was
sucking on the nipples while the two girls were stripping all of his
clothes off of his body. When he was totally naked it was Heather
that was paying the most attention to Jeremy's cock. He had a
pretty good sized circumcised cock.

Heather put her full lips over the head of the boy's cock and
wrapped he right hand around the shaft of his cock. She
masturbated him while she used her tongue to swab the head of his
cock. She only removed her hand long enough to stuff all of his cock
into her mouth. She pressed her nose against his pubic hair. She
was truly an expert at giving blowjobs. She skillfully brought him
right to the edge of a climax and then stopped. She told him that
she wanted him to last as long as possible before he climaxed. Of
course Jeremy wanted her to finish making him cum because his
balls almost hurt for want of a climax.

He wanted to see the women naked but Vanessa stopped
him from slipping his hand too far up her dress. She pulled his head
away from her nipple and looked him in the eyes as she said,
"Before we go any farther you have to promises that you never tell
anyone what you are about to find out about us."

Jeremy was confused but in his horny state he would have
agreed to anything, "Use!"

Vanessa said, "No Baby. You have to give us your word not to
tell anyone what we are going to show you."

Jeremy said, "I promise never to tell anyone what I find out
about you!"

With that stood up and reached behind her back to unfasten
the back of her tight red dress. The skirt hardly covered half of her
thighs. Jeremy was fascinated by her beautiful body. She struggled
to pull the dress down and over her hips. The breasts had been
resting over the top of the bodice of the dress and as she bent over
to step out of the dress the large breasts swayed freely. If anything
they looked even better. Vanessa could have been a Playboy
centerfold. She only had on sexy panties, nylons and high heels.
Jeremy's eyes were glued on her middle as she began to roll the
panties down.

Heather had returned to sucking on his cock as he watched
Vanessa doing her striptease. His cock was as hard as a rock. He
was the little patch of curly dark hair on the pubis being exposed.
Then she stepped out of the panties. The teenager watched as she
stood there with her legs tightly closed. Then she ran her manicured
fingers through her pubic hair. Then she slipped her hand between
her legs as she spread her legs widely. She reached far enough
between her legs that she had to lean forward enough that her big
breasts filled Jeremy's eyes again. Then she straightened up pulling
her hand out from between her legs and pulled a very impressive
cock from between her legs.

Jeremy could not believe that this beautiful girl actually had a
cock larger than his. The cock was darker in color than her body and
the circumcised scar was almost as red a white man's. The head
was a chocolate brown color and large. The only thing different from
most boys Jeremy had seen was that Vanessa's scrotum was the
black wrinkled sack was no larger that a ten year old boys. He could
not take his eyes off of it. He could not believe that any woman so
pretty could have a cock.

He did not move as Vanessa stepped forward and took hold
of the shaft of her cock and traced the outline of Jeremy's lips with
the head of her cock. His cock went soft in Heather's mouth. He
didn't know what to think.

Vanessa whispered, "Honey I was born a man but never felt
comfortable living as a boy. I always looked more like a girl and
took a lot of physical abuse. I did discover I like sex with males but
straight men thought I was gay for wanting to suck their cocks so
much. I eventually found a way to pay for female hormones and
breast implants. I support myself by doing a female impersonator
act for a living. The problem if I go ahead and have the rest of the
sex reassignment I would just become another woman and lose my
only way of making a living. That is why Heather and I have to look
for men that are willing to have sex with a couple of transsexuals
without judging us.

Jeremy looked down at his lap as he realized that the dark
haired woman sucking his cock was a transsexual. It was hard to
believe that the woman with the long black hair flowing all over his
lap was to pretty to be a man, while he was thinking about this
revelation the black cock was still being rubbed against his mouth.

Jeremy had never had a homosexual relationship with
anyone beyond the childhood circle jerks with other boys when they
were discovering how nice it felt to play with their cocks. He
suddenly made up his mind to find out what it would be like to have
sex with a woman with a cock.

Jeremy opened his mouth and allowed Vanessa to insert her
cock. She smelled so good. Even her cock smelled of perfume.
Vanessa slowly started fucking his mouth. She didn't want to
frighten the boy off. His own cock got hard again and Heather
sucked him until he had a climax in her mouth and she swallowed
every drop. Vanessa was nice enough to ward Jeremy when she was
about to cum. She wanted him to decide if he wanted to taste cum
or not.

Jeremy had wondered what cum tasted like so he just kept
on sucking the cock. He was startled by how warm the cum was. It
had very little taste. It would take him many sexual encounters with
the two transsexuals before he could smell and taste the subtle
differences in taste based on what they had been eating. Things like
onions were strong while celery left a sweet taste.

When Vanessa was finished climaxing she sat back down
beside the boy. Now it was Heather's turn to stand up and do her
own striptease for the boy. When she removed her panties Jeremy
was ready for what ever she pulled from between her legs.

Vanessa was sucking his cock when Heather pulled her cock
out. Like her girlfriend the scrotum was no larger that a boys. The
cock was about five inches long, wider at the base that at the head.
His foreskin had not been cut and it covered the small head of her
cock. She pulled the foreskin back and wiped his mouth with the
moist head of his cock. Jeremy opened his mouth and gave Heather
a sucking worthy of any cock sucker. Vanessa's reward was a few
drops of his cum as he had a second climax. The evening was late
and Jeremy had to go to school the next day. So Vanessa drove him
home after they got dressed.

Jeremy was unable to sleep that night. He was thinking
about what had taken place that evening. Was he gay for sucking
the cocks of women with cocks? They were so fucking pretty. He
struggled with his feelings all night. He had not made up his mind
by morning. He went to school that day and thought about the
feeling of cocks in his mouth all day.

After school he reported to work as usual. He worked hard.
Heather dropped by early because they had to work that night. She
only wanted to know if Jeremy was OK with what had taken place
the night before. One look at Heather and Jeremy knew that if she
wanted t have sex with him again that he would be going with her.
He assured her that he was fine. She told her as he was carrying her
bag to the car that he would love to date her again.

Heather kissed him on the mouth and gave him a tip of
paper. When he checked what was on it he saw that she had given
him their phone number. Like the school boy he was he stuffed it
into his wallet and returned to work with a hard-on.

The problem was that they slept most of the morning. It was
close to noon before they woke up. They had about eight hours to
do what they needed to do before they had to be at work. They
spent a lot of time getting their hair and makeup done, washing
clothes and all of the domestic duties like any other woman. They
really didn't have a lot of time to date.

Jeremy put in a lot of time working on weekends and as
another four hours during the school nights. Then he had to stay up
late to do his homework. The girls had Mondays off because Sunday
and Mondays were slow nights for gay reviews.

Jeremy found a way to convince his councilor that he should
be given a program where he could take some classes at a
community college where he would get college credit and high
school credit at the same time. That way he only had to go to school
three days a week. That gave him Monday and Fridays off.

The next time the girls came into the market he told them
about his schedule change. They were thrilled at the news and
offered to pick him up on Monday. Jeremy was wise enough to
realize that if two sexy older women were to pick him up at his home
it would draw too much attention and elicit too many questions. He
told them that he would meet them at their place. He would catch a
bus to get him there.

The next Monday he spent the morning doing homework. He
had everything done in plenty of time to catch the bus to the girl's
home. He ate a sandwich while waiting for the bus. He had a raging
hard-on all the way over to their condo. He figured it was wise to use
the garage elevator to get up to their floor. Even if their neighbors
didn't know they were transsexuals they might think it strange that a
young teenager was visiting older women.

When he rang the doorbell he was greeted by the both of
them with hugs and kisses. They were dressed in only in reveling
dressing gowns. The smelled so sweet the air was thick with the
aroma of their perfumes. They took him to their bedroom where
they removed his clothes.

He had a raging hard-on by the time he was naked. It was
Vanessa's turn to suck his cock first. Heather was making out with
him while she was doing it. It was so exciting to be kissing a sexy
woman with such magnificent tits with a hard-on resting against his
leg while another woman sucked his cock.

It was Heather that offered to let him fuck her ass. She
assumed a spooning position with her but against his lap.

Vanessa was a little put out what she didn't get his load first.
Heather lifted her leg and reached between her legs and guided his
boner against her asshole. With his efforts and her finger guiding it
the cock entered her ass. She gowned, wiggled her ass against him
as he rocked back and forth. Vanessa cuddled up behind him. She
was pressing her big tits against his back while she kissed him on
the neck. When he climaxed his cum was all over the base of his
cock when he pulled it out of heather's ass.

Vanessa was quick to get in position to suck the boys cock
clean. She even licked the cum that was leaking out of Heather's
asshole. They rested for awhile before the two women started
molesting their young lover again. Only a boy his age could get
another hard-on so quickly. He fucked Vanessa's ass this time.
Heather was feeding her cock to Vanessa at the same time.

Eventually he had to go to work and the girls drove him. They
didn't want their lover wasting his energy walking. Every Monday he
was at their door with a hard-on. He was getting a wild education in
oral sex and anal sex from the most enchanting and sexy women on
earth as far as he was concerned. On Fridays he would drop by and
get a quick fuck and a blowjob before he had t report for work.

Eventually a nosy neighbor ran into him on the arm of
Heather. She thought quickly and told her that Jeremy was her baby
brother. That satisfied her. Before long all of the neighbors were
used to the young brother stopping by.

As the weeks turned into months He expressed a desire to
find out what it was like to be fucked in the ass. Heather
volunteered to start him off because her cock was smaller than
Vanessa's. The two girls gave him an enema and greased him up
good. Then as he lay face down on the bed Heather mounted him
and guided her cock into his asshole. She was as gentle as she
could be. It hurt him a lot but he bit his lower lip and let her fuck
him. His ass became numb eventually he felt his own cock getting
hard. When Heather climaxed in his bowel he loved it.

When Heather rolled free of Jeremy's body exhausted and
breathing hard Vanessa was quick to grease up her cock and mount
the boy. He felt the long, thick cock slip into his asshole. It was
Heather's cum that added to the ease of the entry of the larger cock.
Vanessa fucked the boy for a long time and added her own cum to
that of Heather's.

The next Monday when Jeremy arrived they went wild.
Everyone was fucked that day. Jeremy was in love with two women
that were keeping his cock drained. But Jeremy was a horny boy.
He expressed a desire to find out what it was like to have sex with a

Heather and Vanessa set him up with a couple of men on
successive Mondays. The first one was a very handsome man. He
must have been about 35-years old. He was 6' 4" dark brown hair,
blue eyes. He looked like Sean Connery when he made "From
Russia with Love". They didn't want to inhibit Jeremy's first time
with a man. They left the apartment while they made love. Jeremy
sucked his cock and the man fucked him. It was great fun for
Jeremy but not as much fun as the girls were.

The next Monday Vanessa had a very good looking black man
there for him. This guy was not only good looking he was hung line a
horse. When this guy fucked his ass he though it was going to drill a
hole right through his body. When Jeremy give him a blowjob the
man almost choked him by shoving his cock right down his throat.
Just the same Jeremy knew that if the two women in his life ever
grew tired of him that he could always find a cock to please.

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Daddy's Pussyboy

I was one of those little boys who always wanted to play with the dolls
and my mom would dress me up in pretty girls' clothes and tell me I was
daddy's little girlboy..And it was a secret that I couldn't tell
anyone. Sometimes she would put her makeup on me and put on lacy panties
and a tiny skirt and pretty blouse with fluffy sleeves.

Then daddy would put me on his lap and love and kiss me, sometimes
kissing my tummy all over and lick me inside my panties. Mommy would sit
on the floor in front of us and have her hand in his shorts and I could
feel her petting him, too. I could feel his hard thing he called his
cock and he would sometimes take it out and rub it on me. Mommy would
kiss it and suck on it and he would shoot stuff out of it and get her wet
all over her face and in her mouth. Sometimes she would take her top and
bra off and he would stick it between her big titties and slide it back
and forth. He would put it between my legs under my skirt and into my
panties pushing it against my hole there and get me wet all over my
bottom, too. We had a lot of fun with daddy's cock.

When I was about 7 years old, mommy really dressed me up, makeup and all
and I was the prettiest she had ever been, she said. She said that
tonight daddy was going to teach me how to be a real big girl.

After she dressed me up in my pretty blouse and short skirt, and just
before she put on my lace panties, she took a tube of something and
pressed it against my hole back there and pushed a lot of stuff around in
there. She said that was my boy ussy, just like her girl pussy and it
needed to be really wet for daddy tonight when he teaches my to be his
big girl.

I was really worried because it got my panties wet, but she said not to
worry. We went into their bedroom this time and daddy was sitting on the
edge of the bed in just his undies and reached out and pulled me to him,
hugging and kissing me, calling me his pretty little girl.

He started kissing me all over my face and then swung me around so that I
was lying on the bed. He took my blouse off and sucked on my titties and
it felt so good. Mom was right there beside us kissing my face and
licking my ear and she had her hand down into my skirt and undies where I
peed and was stroking it like she did daddy's, calling it my babygirl
cock. Then she pulled my undies off and began to suck on me.. I got hard
like daddy and he laughed and told my mom she sucked well. He was so

Then daddy took off his undies and got between my legs and spread them
out and up high. His big thing, his cock was long and hard and he said he
used it to fuck mommy and it was for him to fuck the girls he loved. He
said he loved me and I was his best girl and he was going to fuck me like
he did mommy.

He rubbed it against my hole and pushed against it hard, but I cried when
it hurt.It wouldn't go in and he told mom to get ready to show me how to
fuck his cock.

Then Mommy took her clothes off and lay next to me, spreading her legs,
saying this is how good girls fuck for daddy.

He pushed his cock into her girl hole and began to push in real fast and
hard while mommy groaned and smiled for me.

Then suddenly he pulled his cock out of her hole and she moved real fast
and he put it in her mouth and began to do the same humping in her
mouth.. He yelled out that he was doing it and held her by the head and
pushed it all the way in and began shooting his wet stuff into her

When he was done, he pulled it out and told me to lick it clean. I guess
I did it ok because he smiled at me while I licked his cock and balls.

Mommy kissed me then and she still had lots of his wet stuff that she
moved to my mouth. It tasted good.

Daddy put lotion on his fingers and got between my legs again and put
one of his fingers into my hole real fast and I cried as he moved it in
and out and then he had two fingers in there and was going in and out
real fast, He moved his fingers around, making my hole wider I think. He
moved a third finger in and I cried real loud and tried to get away but
mommy held me down as he finger fucked my hole. Suddenly he pulled out
his fingers and pushed his cock into me. It was so quick, I hardly knew
it happened. There was a loud pop as the big fat head of it went into my
hole. I cried that it hurt but he began to push it into me hard and fast
and before I knew what to do, his whole thing was inside me, fucking me
like he did mommy , pushing it in and out of my hole until I was grunting
and groaning as his huge cock went all the way down inside me.

He and mom laughed and he rolled over with me on top, stuck on his hard
cockstick. Mommy kissed me and told me I was a wonderful pussygirl now.
Daddy held me by my bottom and slid me up and down, over and over.. I was
so wet there^�I had peed and made everything wet but mommy and daddy
said it was fine, just keep letting daddy fuck your pretty pussy.

Mommy put on my blouse again and I still had on my pretty skirt that was
getting wet at the bottom. Daddy was really making me go fast and he
rolled us over and got my legs over his shoulders and was holding me by
my hips, fucking my girlpussy really fast. The pain was still here, but t
was dull now and daddy was so happy to fuck me that I started to cry.

He spun me around and I was kneeling now n all fours as he fucked me from
behind, holding me tight on my shoulders. what a tight cunt, he was
saying, what a tight pussy, my little fuck girl is taking daddy's cock
all the way to my balls, what a fucking little slut you are,loving to be
fucked.. Oh, baby take it in your girlie cunt.... Daddy was talking so

Mommy was lying there right in front of me with her fingers in her pussy
pushing them in and out and hen she arched her back and moaned that she
was coming...

Then he cried out that he was going to shoot his load into me and I felt
hot gushes of his wet stuff spurting into me really hot and hard.

Yes, Baby, mom cried, you have been fucked by daddy now . You are a real
daddy's pussyboy now. His little girl^�^�.she took her wet fingers and
ut them in my mouth and I sucked he juice on them, knowing that mommy
wanted me to have her juice.

Daddy pulled his cock out of my bottom and mom sucked on it for him^�.
Then he pulled it away from her mouth and told me to suck on it, to be
his baby cocksucker. Mom helped me and showed me how to hold his balls
and suck on the head and stroke his cock with my hands.

Mom and I played with daddy's cock until it got real hard and big again
and he took it out of my mouth and made mom lay on the bed and spread
her legs and got me to lay between her legs and she pulled my little cock
into her pussy and daddy got behind me and pushed his hard stick into my
bottom again and this time it went in fast and hard.

When he pushed down into me, my body pushed against mom's pussy and they
laughed and said that daddy was fucking both his girls at the same time.
Mommy said that since daddy had already shot his cream into us twice now,
he could fuck us for a long time.

That is how I became my daddy's little girl, his fuck toy, his pussy
boy, slut girl, all the names he called me

Today, I am an adult, a woman, at home and at work, long hair, breasts,
a beautiful woman, except that I also have a long fat cock, too, just
like my daddy's. I go home about once a week and give them both a good
fuck and still love to take daddy's in my puss hole..

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Wednesday, April 9, 2008

Mr. Handyman

I was doing some handyman work in the local area and there was one particular lady that called me all the time for the smallest of jobs. Could I change a light bulb or could I move this and that. But she paid me and that is what my job is all about.

She called me one really hot day and said the pool cleaner was not working. I went over and checked it out; it was a simple fix but the pool looked so inviting. I emptied everything from my pockets into my toolbox and went back to check the pool cleaner again. She asked if it was fixed yet and I told her it just needed another adjustment. I leaned forward to grab the cleaner and fell (on purpose) into the pool. As I came to the side of the pool she asked if I was ok and to come inside and get out of my wet clothes. We went inside and she told me there was a robe in the spare bedroom I could change into. I got out of my wet clothes and put the robe on; it was a tiny sheer robe, which barely covered my arse, and then I went back outside. I had left my wet briefs on and told her as long as I was wet I may as well use the pool. She said I may as well as she didn't use it anymore. I dove in and enjoyed the refreshing water and she went back inside to play solitaire on the computer.

The sun and the pool had me so horny that I slipped my briefs off and swam naked. The cool water around my cock and balls had me as hard as a rock. She came out to the pool and asked if I would like a beer and it was then she must have seen my hardness. She remarked how clean the pool was and how clear the water was. I got out of the pool and put the flimsy robe on without drying myself and it clung to my body like a second skin. She came out with a couple of beers and we sat by the pool just chatting. Her eyes kept darting towards the top of my legs and I realized that the robe being so short barely covered me when I sat down.

The combination of the pool, sun, and beer had me feeling pretty relaxed except for one part of me, which was rock hard. She got up to get another couple of beers but seemed a long time in returning. When she came out she had changed into a robe similar to the one I was wearing and we sat down to enjoy our beers. We chatted about everything and nothing and then she went back inside to her computer. I slipped off the robe and went back into the pool to cool my cock down.

There was something about this lady that I couldn't figure out. She was about fifty and had a really good figure. So why was she alone? Strange, I thought, but that was her choice. She came out again with another couple of beers and noticed she had changed into a robe similar to the one I was wearing and sat on the edge of the pool near the step with her feet in the water. I swam over and sat on the step in front of her and we drank our beers. Every time I looked at
her I noticed her looking at my cock, which refused to go down and rather than feel embarrassed, I felt proud.
She was thirsty and went to get another couple of beers and came back to the step again. As she sipped on her beer I took the chance to peek up her robe and there was this delicious little cock hiding under her robe. I started to talk about some videos I had seen recently about shemales and how good they looked. She seemed interested and I offered to show her next time I was over.

The talk, beer, water, and pool had its desired effect on me. I was still hard and very horny and I noticed that her little cock seemed to be growing and I needed to se more of it. I got up out of the pool with my back to her and slipped on my robe. She asked me to get more beer while I was up and I went inside to get them. I thought, how can I get her into the pool?

I came back out with the beers and put them on the side of the pool and then pretended to trip over. As I did I fell against her knocking her into the water. She screamed but was only shocked and I jumped in and grabbed her and took her inside. She seemed a little dazed and I sat her on the bed telling her I would have to take her wet robe off. She offered no resistance as I peeled the robe from her and I was greeted by this gorgeous set of tits and a delicious looking little cock and smooth balls. I laid her back and gently took her cock in mouth and rolled my tongue over the head. Her legs spread and I moved down to lick her smooth balls. I then lifted her legs and my tongue darted in and out of her little hole. Her cock had grown to about five inches and was rock hard as I licked up and down her shaft.

She asked me to enter her and I did so with much passion. At first I moved slowly. In and out and each time she would meet my thrusts. I started stroking her as I slid in and out and it wasn't long before I spurted hot cum inside her and she exploded all over her stomach and tits.

I pulled out of her and we lay on the bed just holding each other.

I suggested a shower and we went into the bathroom and got under the shower together. I soaped up my hands and ran them all over her slim body and she did the same to me. It wasn't long before we were both aroused again but this time she had another surprise for me. She took hold of her cock and pointed it at me and let go with a warm stream of piss. Her golden fluids covered me and I grabbed my cock and did the same to her. We hugged each other in the shower and she asked me to get a towel for her. I leaned over to get the towel and suddenly felt her body against mine. I spread my legs a little and she entered me. It was such a fantastic feeling. As she thrust in and out of me with her tiny balls slapping against my arse, I reached down and pulled my self to another orgasm.
We got out of the shower exhausted and went into her bedroom and lay down together. This was a dream come true.

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