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Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
19
Views:
10,167
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Recommended:
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This is a work of fiction about oral & anal sex between men and boys, aged 6-15. The characters, locations & incidents are fictional. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coinci
Chapter 19 - More little boys happy like me
©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 Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.
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Chapter 19 - More little boys happy like me
George and Hermie lie down on the bed and cuddle. "Hermie, why did you pick me for your first fuck?"
"Cause Bullie, he say you fuck the best of anybody?"
"Did I say that?" Bullie is sitting bare assed on a guest's lap. Every man in the room has been told the same lie and yet it never fails to do the job. I know George is pleased to hear it.
"And why did you want me to fuck you tonight, my Boy?"
"Do you know what tomorrow is, Señor George?"
I can see poor George, sapped of all energy, is having trouble thinking straight. "It's not your birthday, is it, Hermie?"
"Si, Señor. Mañana tengo ocho años de edad." He holds up eight fingers to make sure George understands.
"Wow. You're all grown up. You're a big boy. Happy Birthday, Hermie."
"Gracias."
"Be sure Jerry raises your allowance."
Comley shuts off the TV. "Show's over. Let's give them some privacy. I think you've all had enough inspiration to go back to your rooms now."
When Tito and I get our asses down to breakfast the next day, everyone is talking about Hermie's deflowering. The two stars of last night's show have not made their appearance yet.
Bart asks, "Hey, Chip, who had Old George in the pool?"
"No one. He wasn't even in the running. Most guys were betting on Comley or Larry."
"How much is in the purse?"
"$980"
"So what happens to it now?"
There are several suggestions: Give the money back. Give it all to George. Save it for another pool. Finally it's agreed to give it all to Hermie as a big birthday present. He earned it.
Hermie and George finally come down to breakfast and are greeted by wild applause. The two are grilled: "How did it feel, Hermie?" "Is he tight, George?" "When can I fuck you, Hermie?" I ask, "How many fucks did Hermie get his first night?" But both of them are mum. They just smile and eat their pancakes.
Chip says, "Hermie, we all want to wish you a happy birthday. You'll have a party this afternoon, but we want to give you this present now." He hands him a big envelope. Hermie's eyes are huge as he opens it and finds the money from the pool.
"Hey, Hermie, what are you going to do with all your money?" The boys start giving him ideas, expensive electronics, new skis; Adrian suggests saving it for college.
"I'm going to send it to Fr. Ricardo, so he can help more little boys be happy like me." There isn't a dry eye in the room.
I say, "Here,..." I take out a twenty, "...let me make it an even thousand."
Pretty soon, others are adding to the amount, not just staff members but Hermie's brothers and several of the guests who hear the story. At the end of the day, Comley sends Fr. Ricardo a money order for $2,500.
It's a long time before I get my chance to fuck the little Mexican. He is booked nearly every night with one of our guests. On nights when he isn't assigned to entertain them, one of the other staff members seems to grab him before I can. Even the teenage boys are getting their cocks up his hole. Here I was one of the pool favorites and I end up dead last.
I'm certainly not complaining however. I have a great life. I have great friends, young and old, that I care deeply about. And I have a fulfilling job at the best fuckin place to work in all of Canada. Make that the best boy-fuckin place!
.oOo.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.
.oOo.
Chapter 19 - More little boys happy like me
George and Hermie lie down on the bed and cuddle. "Hermie, why did you pick me for your first fuck?"
"Cause Bullie, he say you fuck the best of anybody?"
"Did I say that?" Bullie is sitting bare assed on a guest's lap. Every man in the room has been told the same lie and yet it never fails to do the job. I know George is pleased to hear it.
"And why did you want me to fuck you tonight, my Boy?"
"Do you know what tomorrow is, Señor George?"
I can see poor George, sapped of all energy, is having trouble thinking straight. "It's not your birthday, is it, Hermie?"
"Si, Señor. Mañana tengo ocho años de edad." He holds up eight fingers to make sure George understands.
"Wow. You're all grown up. You're a big boy. Happy Birthday, Hermie."
"Gracias."
"Be sure Jerry raises your allowance."
Comley shuts off the TV. "Show's over. Let's give them some privacy. I think you've all had enough inspiration to go back to your rooms now."
When Tito and I get our asses down to breakfast the next day, everyone is talking about Hermie's deflowering. The two stars of last night's show have not made their appearance yet.
Bart asks, "Hey, Chip, who had Old George in the pool?"
"No one. He wasn't even in the running. Most guys were betting on Comley or Larry."
"How much is in the purse?"
"$980"
"So what happens to it now?"
There are several suggestions: Give the money back. Give it all to George. Save it for another pool. Finally it's agreed to give it all to Hermie as a big birthday present. He earned it.
Hermie and George finally come down to breakfast and are greeted by wild applause. The two are grilled: "How did it feel, Hermie?" "Is he tight, George?" "When can I fuck you, Hermie?" I ask, "How many fucks did Hermie get his first night?" But both of them are mum. They just smile and eat their pancakes.
Chip says, "Hermie, we all want to wish you a happy birthday. You'll have a party this afternoon, but we want to give you this present now." He hands him a big envelope. Hermie's eyes are huge as he opens it and finds the money from the pool.
"Hey, Hermie, what are you going to do with all your money?" The boys start giving him ideas, expensive electronics, new skis; Adrian suggests saving it for college.
"I'm going to send it to Fr. Ricardo, so he can help more little boys be happy like me." There isn't a dry eye in the room.
I say, "Here,..." I take out a twenty, "...let me make it an even thousand."
Pretty soon, others are adding to the amount, not just staff members but Hermie's brothers and several of the guests who hear the story. At the end of the day, Comley sends Fr. Ricardo a money order for $2,500.
It's a long time before I get my chance to fuck the little Mexican. He is booked nearly every night with one of our guests. On nights when he isn't assigned to entertain them, one of the other staff members seems to grab him before I can. Even the teenage boys are getting their cocks up his hole. Here I was one of the pool favorites and I end up dead last.
I'm certainly not complaining however. I have a great life. I have great friends, young and old, that I care deeply about. And I have a fulfilling job at the best fuckin place to work in all of Canada. Make that the best boy-fuckin place!
.oOo.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.