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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
43
Views:
3,436
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Recommended:
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This is a work of fiction about oral & anal sex between men and young boys. The characters, locations & incidents are fictional. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Chapter 13
©2007 Herb Cat. Do not reproduce or distribute this story without the author's permission.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you.
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Chapter 13
Date: Saturday, January 1, 2000
They call it the Millennium. No one listens to the tight ass purists who keep telling them to wait 'til 2001 to celebrate. The world is in the mood for a fuckin' party now!
Place: New York City
Fourteen-year old Jack has been able to get by on the streets by panhandling and shoplifting. The fact that he looks only twelve helps. He's gotten caught a few times and now has a record, but it's still petty stuff. "Hey, Mister, got a dollar? Start the new year off right. Give to the poor. Come on, Man, a fuckin' dollar is all."
"You're an awfully good-looking boy to be begging like that. How about $25?"
"Shit, cool. You're a fuckin' saint, Man."
"I'd just like one small thing in return, Kid." And with that, the mark ducks into the alley and opens his zipper. For Jack, this night not only begins a new millennium, but a new career, a new life, and new problems. By May, he will be arrested four times for soliciting. The judge threatens to send him to Juvey, and assigns a lawyer from the pool to defend him. Goldberg talks to Jack about one hand washing the other, and the boy stays out of jail. In June, he meets a man who takes him off the streets altogether, at least one day a week. Victor gives him a Metro Card so every Friday, when his wife is out of the house, the boy he cherishes, his only Sweetheart, can come and spend the night making love. True love.
Place: Milwaukee
Arnold brings Vincent home again to celebrate YK2. Jake thinks Vincent, nearly 16, is the best one in his stable, but Arnold keeps asking him to find a younger kid. After three years, he still misses his nephew Walsh. His brother has banished him from the house, warned him never to contact the boy again. Shit, all he was doing was lying on the boy's bed. Walsh was giggling as they both lay naked poking at each other's bodies, uncle and nephew enjoying some rare quality time. But Michael didn't see anything funny about it. Since Arnold couldn't see his nephew, there was no reason for him to stay in New York.
He asks his landlord to join them for the festive celebration. "Hey, Nelson, always great to see you," Vincent says honestly. "Be a good man and take off my shoes. Yeah, you can give them a sniff if you want. Ha. Ain't that cute, Arnold? Breathe deep. Now, my socks. Yeah, your hands feel nice after these puppies been chasin' tricks all over the city. That's it, Nelson, you lick them. Lick them real good. Come on, Arnold, my foot slave here is really getting me in the mood." As Arnold and Vincent begin fucking around, Nelson continues to lick, kiss and suckle Vincent's toes. He knows this is where he belongs, where he wants to spend the next millennium. He silently decides to talk to Gladys about his golden parachute.
Place: The Bronx
Bill Stevenson sits alone in his apartment, sips a Martini, and wonders if the new millennium will be any kinder to him than the last. He figures Billy must be almost finished with college now, but he isn't sure. All he knows is after one more year, he won't be sending child support any more. He already stopped paying alimony when she remarried.
He wishes he could undo the night of Billy's Bar Mitzvah. The Torah said at 13 he was a man. The pediatric texts said he was entering puberty. The assembled guests said he was a handsome boy. And after a few too many celebratory martinis, Doc's eyes said his son was fuckin' irresistible. That night he saw his weary boy asleep in bed. He took off his pants and climbed in next to him, his raging hardon pressed against his son's anus. Billy woke quickly, asked what the hell Daddy was doing and Doc stammered something about "just once for old times sake." Billy told his mother. As part of the divorce settlement, Doc sadly agreed never to contact his son again. And in return, they agreed not to expose him. Being near his son yet unable to see him was so torturous for Bill, he moved his practice to New York.
Doc looks at his appointment book for the first week of January. Ah, Dean will be in for his annual checkup. He'll be nine next month, so he's old enough for a DRE.
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As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you.
.oOo.
Chapter 13
Date: Saturday, January 1, 2000
They call it the Millennium. No one listens to the tight ass purists who keep telling them to wait 'til 2001 to celebrate. The world is in the mood for a fuckin' party now!
Place: New York City
Fourteen-year old Jack has been able to get by on the streets by panhandling and shoplifting. The fact that he looks only twelve helps. He's gotten caught a few times and now has a record, but it's still petty stuff. "Hey, Mister, got a dollar? Start the new year off right. Give to the poor. Come on, Man, a fuckin' dollar is all."
"You're an awfully good-looking boy to be begging like that. How about $25?"
"Shit, cool. You're a fuckin' saint, Man."
"I'd just like one small thing in return, Kid." And with that, the mark ducks into the alley and opens his zipper. For Jack, this night not only begins a new millennium, but a new career, a new life, and new problems. By May, he will be arrested four times for soliciting. The judge threatens to send him to Juvey, and assigns a lawyer from the pool to defend him. Goldberg talks to Jack about one hand washing the other, and the boy stays out of jail. In June, he meets a man who takes him off the streets altogether, at least one day a week. Victor gives him a Metro Card so every Friday, when his wife is out of the house, the boy he cherishes, his only Sweetheart, can come and spend the night making love. True love.
Place: Milwaukee
Arnold brings Vincent home again to celebrate YK2. Jake thinks Vincent, nearly 16, is the best one in his stable, but Arnold keeps asking him to find a younger kid. After three years, he still misses his nephew Walsh. His brother has banished him from the house, warned him never to contact the boy again. Shit, all he was doing was lying on the boy's bed. Walsh was giggling as they both lay naked poking at each other's bodies, uncle and nephew enjoying some rare quality time. But Michael didn't see anything funny about it. Since Arnold couldn't see his nephew, there was no reason for him to stay in New York.
He asks his landlord to join them for the festive celebration. "Hey, Nelson, always great to see you," Vincent says honestly. "Be a good man and take off my shoes. Yeah, you can give them a sniff if you want. Ha. Ain't that cute, Arnold? Breathe deep. Now, my socks. Yeah, your hands feel nice after these puppies been chasin' tricks all over the city. That's it, Nelson, you lick them. Lick them real good. Come on, Arnold, my foot slave here is really getting me in the mood." As Arnold and Vincent begin fucking around, Nelson continues to lick, kiss and suckle Vincent's toes. He knows this is where he belongs, where he wants to spend the next millennium. He silently decides to talk to Gladys about his golden parachute.
Place: The Bronx
Bill Stevenson sits alone in his apartment, sips a Martini, and wonders if the new millennium will be any kinder to him than the last. He figures Billy must be almost finished with college now, but he isn't sure. All he knows is after one more year, he won't be sending child support any more. He already stopped paying alimony when she remarried.
He wishes he could undo the night of Billy's Bar Mitzvah. The Torah said at 13 he was a man. The pediatric texts said he was entering puberty. The assembled guests said he was a handsome boy. And after a few too many celebratory martinis, Doc's eyes said his son was fuckin' irresistible. That night he saw his weary boy asleep in bed. He took off his pants and climbed in next to him, his raging hardon pressed against his son's anus. Billy woke quickly, asked what the hell Daddy was doing and Doc stammered something about "just once for old times sake." Billy told his mother. As part of the divorce settlement, Doc sadly agreed never to contact his son again. And in return, they agreed not to expose him. Being near his son yet unable to see him was so torturous for Bill, he moved his practice to New York.
Doc looks at his appointment book for the first week of January. Ah, Dean will be in for his annual checkup. He'll be nine next month, so he's old enough for a DRE.
.oOo.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you.