Chad, the Ideal Lad

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While his mom is away with Roger, Chad spends Saturday with his best friend, doing the things he loves best.

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I picked up the bowls and put them in the sink. "Chad, do you know it's after midnight. Look at Barney. He's asleep. Maybe we should go to bed too." I picked the boy up and carried him back to bed. He grabbed his teddy bear and lay down hugging him. I shut off the light, lay behind him and hugged him and the bear both.

Chad now knew the best way to wake me up. Before I even knew the sun was up, I was aware my cock was inside a warm wet sucking environment. "You don't ever get enough of Foster's milk, do you, Handsome?"

"Hmmm mmm," which I interpreted to be a negative. With his precious tiny hand massaging my balls, it didn't take long to reach an orgasm. He saw my body stiffen, recognized the clue, and lifted his head just in time to get a nice faceful of jizz. "Yeah, that's what I wanted," he chortled. "Now we can have breakfast." He hopped off the bed. "Hey, the floor is cold." I keep the heat warm enough for comfort in the nude, but bare wooden floors can still be chilly in October. I gave him two pairs of his socks to put on, and I donned a pair of slippers.

"Today we'll go over to your house and get your slippers."

"I'll bet Mom will be sprised when she finds out she forgot sumpin."

"Yes, I'm sure she will. She seems to think of most everything. I bought Froot Loops."

"Nah, Barney 'n me want pancakes." I thought I'll probably end up throwin the fuckin sugar cereal away.

"Then pancakes you shall have, Sir." We each had as many as we could eat with plenty of syrup. This was followed by a course of cock. And believe me, nothing tastes better after a big stack of pancakes than a young boy's dick. Actually a young dick is the perfect top off to any meal!

Barney was in the mood for a chase so Chad gave him what he wanted, until we both noticed him sniffing at the door. Quickly, we got dressed, put on our jackets, grabbed the leash and took Barney for his morning walk.

The air was brisk. A lot of leaves had fallen, but the colors weren't changing quite yet. There were acorns all over the sidewalks which hurt Barney's toes, but which made an exciting crack when Chad stomped on them. Hearing some honking, we all looked up at the sky, even Barney. "That's a flock of Canadian geese heading south for the winter."

Chad frowned. "Is that south?"

"No, actually that's west. You know, I never understood that. I see geese flying north, and east, and west, and all over the place, but somehow they end up in the south."

"I'll ask my teacher. She learned us about gooses in school. They always fly in a V."

"That's right."

"I bet you don't know why one side of the V is longer than the udder!"

"No, I don't. Why?"

"Cause there's more gooses on that side!" Chad broke into laughter. He repeated his teacher's joke perfectly and I fell right into it!

"I tole Mom that joke. Maybe she 'n Roger is taking a walk 'n maybe they see gooses 'n maybe she tole him that 'n fooled him too."

"It sure is a perfect day for a walk. And I bet the trees are real colorful where they are."

Chad looked at our trees, mostly oaks, which hadn't turned color yet. "Why is they more color there?"

"They have lots of different kinds of trees, Maple, Sumac, Sassafras, Hickory, Chestnut. Also, the Poconos are in the mountains. The nights are colder there, so the leaves change color sooner."

"Colder. Uh oh! I don't think Mom knew that, 'cause she brought those skimpy little jammies."

"I'm sure Roger knows how to keep her warm at night, Chad."

We stopped by Gwen's place and I unlocked the door so Chad could go in, but I stayed outside out of respect for her privacy. "OK, see, I got my slippers."

"They look real toasty, Chad."

"I's gettin kinda cold. Let's go back to your place so we can take our clothes off and get warm." We looked at each other, both realizing the patent absurdity of what he just said and burst out laughing. Of course that's exactly what we did when we got back, took our clothes off and got warm. We started by jacking each other off, then we played Go Fish while we jacked off, then we brushed Barney while we jacked off, then we each did our shit and got in the shower where we jacked off. Then, squeaky clean we rimmed each other which gave us an appetite for lunch. Pizza was Chad's choice so we took it out of the freezer and jacked off while it heated in the oven. I could have used the microwave but that would have given us less time to jack off! We ate it while we jacked off, put our dishes in the dishwasher while we jacked off, and decided to check out the cartoons on TV, which we watched while jacking off.

Chad suddenly asked me, "What day is today?"

"Saturday of course."

He jumped up and turned off the TV. "You is supposed to give me a piano lesson. Come on, Foster. Mom is paying you good money to learn me how to play." He promptly plopped his naked ass down on my piano bench and flipped the cover up off the keyboard.

I scooched him over so I could sit on the bench beside him, butt to butt. "Well, Chad, did you practice this week?"

"I practice every day! Well, uh, not yesterday."

"Why didn't you practice yesterday?"

"I, uh, was sorta busy 'n I forgot." Then he added, "And you didn't remind me! So it's your fault."

"Yes, I guess, I sorta forgot also." I poked my finger in his ass, and we both laughed.

"Hey, I don't got my music book. That's sumpin else Mom forgot to pack."

"No problem, I have all the practice books here." I reached into the pile and took out my copy of Chad's book.

"Yeah, but then you won't put a gold star on my page."

"Oh, you think you'll get a gold star this week?"

"Yep!" was the confident answer. "I know! Tonight we'll take Barney for nudder walk and I'll stop in my house and get my book and you can put the gold star on it. I'm still gonna tell Mom she forgot."

"Your poor mother is sure in a lot of trouble."

"Yep!" He giggled. He played Frere Jacques very well actually. He had been practicing. I moved him over and told him to play it an octave higher. After the second "dormez vous", I began playing it on the low register and we had a round going. We kept going for five repetitions. And each one got faster and louder so by the end Jacques would definitely not be able to dormez!

"OK, for next week, you'll practice "Row, Row, Row your Boat". We'll make sure you practice tomorrow and Monday. And today you have to practice twice as long because you missed yesterday.

"Ahh, that sucks!"

"Here, how about if..." I picked up his light body, "...if you sit on my lap?"

"Hey! Super!" There we were with my dick tucked neatly in his ass crack while he pounded the ivories. "I could practice for hours this way." I smiled thinking I wouldn't mind that at all, but knowing the squirming kid would be wiggling out of it in a few minutes. But it was fun while it lasted. I gently placed my hands under his wrists for guidance, worked the pedals with my feet, and breathed in the sweet aroma of his brown hair, while I softly hummed the lyrics into his ear, "Life is but a dream."

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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.