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Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
43
Views:
3,444
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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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 20
©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 20
Date: Thursday, September 13, 2001, morning
Place: Victor's home, Patterson, NY
"Hello, is this Mr. Goldberg's secretary?... Tell him it's Jack. I gotta talk to him immediately.... Yeah, I'll hold.... Hi, Goldberg.... No, I ain't in any trouble. Just the opposite. After you kept me out of Juvey, I turned my life around. Now I live with this great foster family. And everything is cool.... Yeah, thanks. I knew you'd be pleased.... Yeah, well here's why I called. You see they're all away today, and I got the house to myself. That's how much they trust me. And I got to thinking I owe it all to you, Goldberg, and I thought maybe I could show you how much I appreciate it. You know, like last time, if you know what I mean. Please come, Goldberg." Jack gave him the address and hung up.
"Is he gonna come?" Jack nods. "When?"
"He'll be here in an hour. I heard him tell his secretary to cancel all his Thursday appointments. That something came up."
"Yeah, I know what came up. His fuckin' dick!"
The boys buzz open the electric gate and the attorney drives up to the door.
"Hi, Goldberg, come in."
"Wow, this is quite a big house, Jack."
"Yeah, I'm so lucky. And it's all because of you, Goldberg. Come on, let's go right to my bedroom. I can't wait any longer."
"Neither can I, Jack." The lawyer follows his former client up the stairs, unbuttoning his shirt as they enter the fishbowl.
"Goldberg, let me take your clothes off. Oh, yeah. You are so fuckin macho," he lies. Soon, Goldberg has Jack naked as well and begins slathering him with kisses. He moves down, off his face to his chest, licking each teenage nipple, then on to his abs. He takes Jack's cock in his mouth and sucks like an Oreck. "Oh, yeah, Goldie, you make me so fuckin' horny." The man turns Jack over and begins licking his ass, burying his tongue deep in his chute, while cooing sweet moans. He tells Jack he can't hold it any longer. But first he stops to put on a condom. Then he pushes his cock into the spit-lubed hole and fucks away. Both man and boy are screaming, while downstairs in the living room other boys are exchanging high-fives and covering their mouths, trying not to laugh out loud.
After a while, the two emerge from the fishbowl, both still naked. "Come on, Goldberg, I want to show you something down in the living room. You're going to love this." Grinning in anticipation the Harvard-trained attorney follows along like a puppy.
"Who the hell are all these kids?"
"They're my friends, Goldberg. And you're going to be their friend, also. You sit right there between Washington and Hump."
The two boys pull Goldberg's naked ass down on to the couch. "That's a nice cut cock you got there, Mister. It looks a little cummy. You want a tissue?" The boys are laughing. Kenny walks in with a DVD in his hand and puts in the player. "Sit back, Mister, relax. You're going to love this show." Little Dean pushes the play button. Goldberg is shocked to see himself and Jack undressing each other on the bed. The sounds of their tryst are now accompanied by a running critique from the young audience. "He looks like a good kisser, Jack." "Hey, I wish he'd suck my nipples like that." "Man, could I use a blow job right now." "Hey, look at that. I bet you're the best ass-kisser in the whole law firm. Ain't that right, Goldberg?" The DVD ends and all the boys applaud.
"What do you want from me?" Goldberg says meekly.
Jack explains, "We need you to write up a contract."
"Who are the parties?"
"We kids are the party of the first part." Dean shouts that he loves parties. "And a man named Victor is the party of the second part." Slowly, the boys explain what the contract has to cover. Kenny brings Goldberg some pens and yellow legal pads from the desk so he can take notes.
Mark hands Goldberg a folder. "Here's some stuff you may want to know about Victor. His full name. His home address, well that's right here. His office address, phone number, fax number. Here's his social security number. This is a list of his bank accounts. His stock portfolio. This one shows all the properties he owns."
A squeaky voice says, "Those are his assets." Goldberg looks at Kenny and realizes these boys are no dummies.
"But don't think you're going to get your greedy hands on any of that money, Mister." Hump looks at him threateningly. "Your only fee is our silence."
"Yes," adds Washington, "However, if we're really satisfied with the job you do for us, you might just earn yourself a bonus from our assets." With that, all the boys stand up, drop trou and moon their attorney.
That array of beautiful young butts is all the motivation Goldberg needs. "OK, Let me get started. Is there a desk I can use? And a computer?" Little Dean takes his hand and leads him to the office. Jack comes in a minute later with Goldberg's clothes. "Oh, yeah, I guess I should get dressed again."
.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.
Chapter 20
Date: Thursday, September 13, 2001, morning
Place: Victor's home, Patterson, NY
"Hello, is this Mr. Goldberg's secretary?... Tell him it's Jack. I gotta talk to him immediately.... Yeah, I'll hold.... Hi, Goldberg.... No, I ain't in any trouble. Just the opposite. After you kept me out of Juvey, I turned my life around. Now I live with this great foster family. And everything is cool.... Yeah, thanks. I knew you'd be pleased.... Yeah, well here's why I called. You see they're all away today, and I got the house to myself. That's how much they trust me. And I got to thinking I owe it all to you, Goldberg, and I thought maybe I could show you how much I appreciate it. You know, like last time, if you know what I mean. Please come, Goldberg." Jack gave him the address and hung up.
"Is he gonna come?" Jack nods. "When?"
"He'll be here in an hour. I heard him tell his secretary to cancel all his Thursday appointments. That something came up."
"Yeah, I know what came up. His fuckin' dick!"
The boys buzz open the electric gate and the attorney drives up to the door.
"Hi, Goldberg, come in."
"Wow, this is quite a big house, Jack."
"Yeah, I'm so lucky. And it's all because of you, Goldberg. Come on, let's go right to my bedroom. I can't wait any longer."
"Neither can I, Jack." The lawyer follows his former client up the stairs, unbuttoning his shirt as they enter the fishbowl.
"Goldberg, let me take your clothes off. Oh, yeah. You are so fuckin macho," he lies. Soon, Goldberg has Jack naked as well and begins slathering him with kisses. He moves down, off his face to his chest, licking each teenage nipple, then on to his abs. He takes Jack's cock in his mouth and sucks like an Oreck. "Oh, yeah, Goldie, you make me so fuckin' horny." The man turns Jack over and begins licking his ass, burying his tongue deep in his chute, while cooing sweet moans. He tells Jack he can't hold it any longer. But first he stops to put on a condom. Then he pushes his cock into the spit-lubed hole and fucks away. Both man and boy are screaming, while downstairs in the living room other boys are exchanging high-fives and covering their mouths, trying not to laugh out loud.
After a while, the two emerge from the fishbowl, both still naked. "Come on, Goldberg, I want to show you something down in the living room. You're going to love this." Grinning in anticipation the Harvard-trained attorney follows along like a puppy.
"Who the hell are all these kids?"
"They're my friends, Goldberg. And you're going to be their friend, also. You sit right there between Washington and Hump."
The two boys pull Goldberg's naked ass down on to the couch. "That's a nice cut cock you got there, Mister. It looks a little cummy. You want a tissue?" The boys are laughing. Kenny walks in with a DVD in his hand and puts in the player. "Sit back, Mister, relax. You're going to love this show." Little Dean pushes the play button. Goldberg is shocked to see himself and Jack undressing each other on the bed. The sounds of their tryst are now accompanied by a running critique from the young audience. "He looks like a good kisser, Jack." "Hey, I wish he'd suck my nipples like that." "Man, could I use a blow job right now." "Hey, look at that. I bet you're the best ass-kisser in the whole law firm. Ain't that right, Goldberg?" The DVD ends and all the boys applaud.
"What do you want from me?" Goldberg says meekly.
Jack explains, "We need you to write up a contract."
"Who are the parties?"
"We kids are the party of the first part." Dean shouts that he loves parties. "And a man named Victor is the party of the second part." Slowly, the boys explain what the contract has to cover. Kenny brings Goldberg some pens and yellow legal pads from the desk so he can take notes.
Mark hands Goldberg a folder. "Here's some stuff you may want to know about Victor. His full name. His home address, well that's right here. His office address, phone number, fax number. Here's his social security number. This is a list of his bank accounts. His stock portfolio. This one shows all the properties he owns."
A squeaky voice says, "Those are his assets." Goldberg looks at Kenny and realizes these boys are no dummies.
"But don't think you're going to get your greedy hands on any of that money, Mister." Hump looks at him threateningly. "Your only fee is our silence."
"Yes," adds Washington, "However, if we're really satisfied with the job you do for us, you might just earn yourself a bonus from our assets." With that, all the boys stand up, drop trou and moon their attorney.
That array of beautiful young butts is all the motivation Goldberg needs. "OK, Let me get started. Is there a desk I can use? And a computer?" Little Dean takes his hand and leads him to the office. Jack comes in a minute later with Goldberg's clothes. "Oh, yeah, I guess I should get dressed again."
.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.