Chad, the Ideal Lad
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Category:
Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
20
Views:
13,409
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
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This is a work of fiction about oral and anal sex between a man and a seven-year old boy. The characters, locations & incidents are fictional. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coi
Chapter 17 - So Fuckin Na�ve
©2009 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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The long cool holiday ends but not after a parade of hot activities and warm memories.
.oOo.
On Monday morning we had french toast for a change, but still smothered them in maple syrup. Then we hunted for Chad's clothes, which by now were dispersed all over the house. We kept out one warm outfit and packed everything else in his backpack. That task accomplished, we lay back down on the bed and jacked off.
"Hey, Foster, when's the parade?"
"Starts at 11. We have plenty of time."
"No we don't! We gotta take our bath and get dressed and drive there and we gotta sit right up front where we can see everthing. I don't like bein behind udder people. Come on, move your dumb ass."
I knew the Columbus Day parade never drew the big crowds like the parades on Thanksgiving and St. Patrick's and the Fourth of July. But Chad must have his way. We took turns shitting while the tub filled up. Then impulsive Chad climbed in first. So I climbed in and started to lower myself on top of him. "Hey, I'm being drownded by a dumb ass whale! Barney, Help!" He scriggled around so I could sit down and then flopped himself with a big splash on top of me. He grabbed the cloth and started washing my cock. Those seven inches always got more attention in the tub than all the rest of my body. He stood up and instructed me to flip over and get on all fours. He scrubbed my scrotum and then used one finger to push the cloth up my ass hole. The essentials over, he washed my back and legs, flipped me over again, got my chest, arms and feet, then threw me the cloth and told me to wash my face. This was no lazy relaxing bath.
"OK, you're clean enough. Now wash me." He squatted over me so I could wash between his legs and reach his anus. He stuck each limb out at me to wash and then turned around and had me wash his torso. He opened the drain and climbed out. "We're done," he said superfluously.
Chad did a cursory job of toweling off and was about to escape when I grabbed him. "Here, let me dry you completely. I don't want you getting sick because you're wet when we go outside. I briskly rubbed him all over. He was pretending to be impatient, but I knew he loved my hands exploring every inch of his beautiful young body. Regretfully, he didn't take the time that morning to return the favor. Instead, he skipped out of the bathroom into the bedroom and started putting on the clothes we'd set aside. Long warm corduroy pants, a plaid wool shirt, a pullover sweater. I had him put on two pairs of socks. With his jacket, I hoped he'd be warm. I also dressed for the weather. Even Barney wore his sweater.
We set up our chairs on the curb and waited. We were still early. A vendor came by and sold us American and Italian flags to wave. I was hoping someone might come by with hot cocoa. On the other hand, if we drank, we'd probably have to use the porta-potty which I did not relish. I promised Chad we'd go to McDonald's after the parade.
I thought about the year Phillip and I went to New York to watch the Gay Pride Parade. That's always in June, which is a good thing, what with the skimpy outfits everyone wears. We met Butch there. That was the name he told us. Probably thirteen, but pretending to be legal. He loved the parade. The chance to be himself. He kept feeling Phillip's ass and making him feel his. He liked my hands because they were smaller and could reach into his tight cutoffs. After the parade, we walked back to our hotel with my finger in Butch's hole. Of course once we were there, a lot more went in his hole. He was a high-spirited bottom. But so fuckin naïve! He thought we were pussies to insist on condoms. Poor Butch. Wonder if he's still alive.
Of course Barney was the first to hear the music. His ears perked up. We peered way down the street. Chad got out of his chair and went out on to the blacktop. "Yeah, I can see em comin." Barney crawled under my chair and pressed against my ankles. Too many people to deal with.
There were bands from all the local parochial schools, floats from the Knights of Columbus, and the usual fire trucks, antique cars, and stilt walking Uncle Sams that fill out every parade. The final float had three ships made out of plywood. "That's the Nina, the Pinta, and the Sandy Maria!" Chad had to prove how much he learned in school. "And that guy dressed up like that is Chrissy-fer Columbus. In fourteen hunderd ninety two Columbus sailed the ocean blue."
It was good to get a hot meal and sit in a warm McDonald's to eat it. Chad got two Happy Meals and when he found the same Hot Wheels car in both, he went back and made them exchange one. We each pushed one and played Drag Races on the table with noisy revving, squealing tires, and catastrophic crashes. You can usually count on McDonalds for a clean bathroom. After peeing, we gave each other quickie blow jobs before anyone else came in. Now we were both anxious to get home and do it properly.
We spent the afternoon practicing the piano, jacking off, playing with Barney, jacking off, rehearsing what to tell Gwen, and jacking off. We made sure to leave enough time for our last fuck together, followed by our last shower together. When we got dressed again, Barney assumed he would be going out, so he was confused when we just sat waiting. There was a knock on the door, and he crawled under the couch. Chad opened the door. The lovers had returned.
.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.
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.
The long cool holiday ends but not after a parade of hot activities and warm memories.
.oOo.
On Monday morning we had french toast for a change, but still smothered them in maple syrup. Then we hunted for Chad's clothes, which by now were dispersed all over the house. We kept out one warm outfit and packed everything else in his backpack. That task accomplished, we lay back down on the bed and jacked off.
"Hey, Foster, when's the parade?"
"Starts at 11. We have plenty of time."
"No we don't! We gotta take our bath and get dressed and drive there and we gotta sit right up front where we can see everthing. I don't like bein behind udder people. Come on, move your dumb ass."
I knew the Columbus Day parade never drew the big crowds like the parades on Thanksgiving and St. Patrick's and the Fourth of July. But Chad must have his way. We took turns shitting while the tub filled up. Then impulsive Chad climbed in first. So I climbed in and started to lower myself on top of him. "Hey, I'm being drownded by a dumb ass whale! Barney, Help!" He scriggled around so I could sit down and then flopped himself with a big splash on top of me. He grabbed the cloth and started washing my cock. Those seven inches always got more attention in the tub than all the rest of my body. He stood up and instructed me to flip over and get on all fours. He scrubbed my scrotum and then used one finger to push the cloth up my ass hole. The essentials over, he washed my back and legs, flipped me over again, got my chest, arms and feet, then threw me the cloth and told me to wash my face. This was no lazy relaxing bath.
"OK, you're clean enough. Now wash me." He squatted over me so I could wash between his legs and reach his anus. He stuck each limb out at me to wash and then turned around and had me wash his torso. He opened the drain and climbed out. "We're done," he said superfluously.
Chad did a cursory job of toweling off and was about to escape when I grabbed him. "Here, let me dry you completely. I don't want you getting sick because you're wet when we go outside. I briskly rubbed him all over. He was pretending to be impatient, but I knew he loved my hands exploring every inch of his beautiful young body. Regretfully, he didn't take the time that morning to return the favor. Instead, he skipped out of the bathroom into the bedroom and started putting on the clothes we'd set aside. Long warm corduroy pants, a plaid wool shirt, a pullover sweater. I had him put on two pairs of socks. With his jacket, I hoped he'd be warm. I also dressed for the weather. Even Barney wore his sweater.
We set up our chairs on the curb and waited. We were still early. A vendor came by and sold us American and Italian flags to wave. I was hoping someone might come by with hot cocoa. On the other hand, if we drank, we'd probably have to use the porta-potty which I did not relish. I promised Chad we'd go to McDonald's after the parade.
I thought about the year Phillip and I went to New York to watch the Gay Pride Parade. That's always in June, which is a good thing, what with the skimpy outfits everyone wears. We met Butch there. That was the name he told us. Probably thirteen, but pretending to be legal. He loved the parade. The chance to be himself. He kept feeling Phillip's ass and making him feel his. He liked my hands because they were smaller and could reach into his tight cutoffs. After the parade, we walked back to our hotel with my finger in Butch's hole. Of course once we were there, a lot more went in his hole. He was a high-spirited bottom. But so fuckin naïve! He thought we were pussies to insist on condoms. Poor Butch. Wonder if he's still alive.
Of course Barney was the first to hear the music. His ears perked up. We peered way down the street. Chad got out of his chair and went out on to the blacktop. "Yeah, I can see em comin." Barney crawled under my chair and pressed against my ankles. Too many people to deal with.
There were bands from all the local parochial schools, floats from the Knights of Columbus, and the usual fire trucks, antique cars, and stilt walking Uncle Sams that fill out every parade. The final float had three ships made out of plywood. "That's the Nina, the Pinta, and the Sandy Maria!" Chad had to prove how much he learned in school. "And that guy dressed up like that is Chrissy-fer Columbus. In fourteen hunderd ninety two Columbus sailed the ocean blue."
It was good to get a hot meal and sit in a warm McDonald's to eat it. Chad got two Happy Meals and when he found the same Hot Wheels car in both, he went back and made them exchange one. We each pushed one and played Drag Races on the table with noisy revving, squealing tires, and catastrophic crashes. You can usually count on McDonalds for a clean bathroom. After peeing, we gave each other quickie blow jobs before anyone else came in. Now we were both anxious to get home and do it properly.
We spent the afternoon practicing the piano, jacking off, playing with Barney, jacking off, rehearsing what to tell Gwen, and jacking off. We made sure to leave enough time for our last fuck together, followed by our last shower together. When we got dressed again, Barney assumed he would be going out, so he was confused when we just sat waiting. There was a knock on the door, and he crawled under the couch. Chad opened the door. The lovers had returned.
.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.