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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
43
Views:
3,450
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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 26
©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 26
Date: December, 2001
Place: BPH
Every week it seems, BPH has to hire a new cook. None of the probationers can satisfy the tastes of seven different fast-growing adolescents and the situation is getting desperate. "Look at me," Hump declares at a weekly meeting of the Corporate Board. "I'm withering away to nothing. I'm a beanpole, a fuckin' shadow of my former self! Victor's got to find someone fast before I disappear altogether!"
A small voice mumbles, "My Uncle Arnold's a cook."
Everybody turns and stares at Walsh. Then suddenly the room erupts: "Why didn't you tell us before?" "Is he any good?" "Where does he live?" "Does he like kids?"
Hump says, "Wait a minute, he's the uncle that your father told to get out. You don't have any contact with him."
"Oh, hehe, we e-mail each other all the time. Mom and Dad don't know. But I love my Uncle. He's cool. He was always nice to me. I used to call him on his cell phone when my parents wasn't around. But I think it made him sad to hear my voice, 'cause he couldn't see me, so I stopped calling him. I never told him 'bout Victor either, 'cause that would make him sad too since he couldn't even lie naked with me. So anyway he lives in Milwaukee now." The boys tell Walsh to call Uncle Arnold. "What should I tell him?"
"The truth. Tell him you're visiting a rich friend of your Daddy's and he needs a personal cook."
After moving to Milwaukee, Arnold went through a series of restaurants, no job ever lasting too long. Fortunately his landlord didn't harass him about the rent. But what Arnold really longed for was a younger boy, someone Walsh's age. He was delighted when his nephew phoned. Now he wouldn't have to settle for a surrogate. He was going to see Walsh himself.
When Arnold arrives, he sees only Walsh, Victor and Kenny who pretends to be Victor's son. They show him the kitchen and the pantry. He whips up a quick lunch for them, and all three declare it delicious. Victor says Kenny was going to have a party tonight. They were going to have pizza delivered but maybe Arnold could make a special dinner instead. So Arnold cooks a scrumptious Italian dinner for seven ravenous boys, who then rave about the food. After dessert, Walsh comes into the kitchen. "Hey, Uncle, those dishes can wait, hehe. Come on, I want to show you my bedroom. It's so cool."
"Well, Nephew, that's an offer I can't refuse."
He follows his brother's adorable son into the fishbowl. They laugh about the time Walsh's parents saw them naked. "Come on, Uncle, let's get naked again, hehe."
"Well, that's another offer your Uncle Arnold can't refuse." They both strip and Arnold finds he can't keep his hands off the boy. He also finds he can't keep his cock out of Walsh. All his dreams are coming true.
Kenny calls through the door. "Walsh, can you bring your uncle down to the living room. We want to discuss his employment." Walsh and Arnold quickly get dressed and go downstairs, the uncle trying desperately not to look like the cat who just swallowed the canary.
Victor has been sent into the kitchen to wash dishes. Jack speaks for all the boys. "Arnold, I'm afraid we weren't totally honest with you. You see, we're not visiting Kenny. We all live here. And this isn't Victor's house, it's ours. But the good news is we all love your cooking, and that says a lot. We want you to come and cook for us full time. Now, I see from your face that you might be agreeable to that, but before you give us your answer, you have to see something. Dean, press the start button." As the drama unfolds on the screen, the smile disappears from Arnold's face, his knees start to give way, and he slumps into the nearest chair. "OK, now here's the deal, Arnold. You will cook three meals a day for us, seven days a week. You will have complete control of the kitchen. Victor will buy anything you want, food, supplies, appliances, anything, as long as you keep delivering fantastic meals like you did tonight. In return, you won't draw a salary, but you will get your room and board here, plus our silence. Oh, yes, also, when Walsh decides it's a good idea, he might take you back to that room to make another movie. You might even do it some time with some of the rest of us. Now that, I think, really is an offer you can't refuse."
.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 26
Date: December, 2001
Place: BPH
Every week it seems, BPH has to hire a new cook. None of the probationers can satisfy the tastes of seven different fast-growing adolescents and the situation is getting desperate. "Look at me," Hump declares at a weekly meeting of the Corporate Board. "I'm withering away to nothing. I'm a beanpole, a fuckin' shadow of my former self! Victor's got to find someone fast before I disappear altogether!"
A small voice mumbles, "My Uncle Arnold's a cook."
Everybody turns and stares at Walsh. Then suddenly the room erupts: "Why didn't you tell us before?" "Is he any good?" "Where does he live?" "Does he like kids?"
Hump says, "Wait a minute, he's the uncle that your father told to get out. You don't have any contact with him."
"Oh, hehe, we e-mail each other all the time. Mom and Dad don't know. But I love my Uncle. He's cool. He was always nice to me. I used to call him on his cell phone when my parents wasn't around. But I think it made him sad to hear my voice, 'cause he couldn't see me, so I stopped calling him. I never told him 'bout Victor either, 'cause that would make him sad too since he couldn't even lie naked with me. So anyway he lives in Milwaukee now." The boys tell Walsh to call Uncle Arnold. "What should I tell him?"
"The truth. Tell him you're visiting a rich friend of your Daddy's and he needs a personal cook."
After moving to Milwaukee, Arnold went through a series of restaurants, no job ever lasting too long. Fortunately his landlord didn't harass him about the rent. But what Arnold really longed for was a younger boy, someone Walsh's age. He was delighted when his nephew phoned. Now he wouldn't have to settle for a surrogate. He was going to see Walsh himself.
When Arnold arrives, he sees only Walsh, Victor and Kenny who pretends to be Victor's son. They show him the kitchen and the pantry. He whips up a quick lunch for them, and all three declare it delicious. Victor says Kenny was going to have a party tonight. They were going to have pizza delivered but maybe Arnold could make a special dinner instead. So Arnold cooks a scrumptious Italian dinner for seven ravenous boys, who then rave about the food. After dessert, Walsh comes into the kitchen. "Hey, Uncle, those dishes can wait, hehe. Come on, I want to show you my bedroom. It's so cool."
"Well, Nephew, that's an offer I can't refuse."
He follows his brother's adorable son into the fishbowl. They laugh about the time Walsh's parents saw them naked. "Come on, Uncle, let's get naked again, hehe."
"Well, that's another offer your Uncle Arnold can't refuse." They both strip and Arnold finds he can't keep his hands off the boy. He also finds he can't keep his cock out of Walsh. All his dreams are coming true.
Kenny calls through the door. "Walsh, can you bring your uncle down to the living room. We want to discuss his employment." Walsh and Arnold quickly get dressed and go downstairs, the uncle trying desperately not to look like the cat who just swallowed the canary.
Victor has been sent into the kitchen to wash dishes. Jack speaks for all the boys. "Arnold, I'm afraid we weren't totally honest with you. You see, we're not visiting Kenny. We all live here. And this isn't Victor's house, it's ours. But the good news is we all love your cooking, and that says a lot. We want you to come and cook for us full time. Now, I see from your face that you might be agreeable to that, but before you give us your answer, you have to see something. Dean, press the start button." As the drama unfolds on the screen, the smile disappears from Arnold's face, his knees start to give way, and he slumps into the nearest chair. "OK, now here's the deal, Arnold. You will cook three meals a day for us, seven days a week. You will have complete control of the kitchen. Victor will buy anything you want, food, supplies, appliances, anything, as long as you keep delivering fantastic meals like you did tonight. In return, you won't draw a salary, but you will get your room and board here, plus our silence. Oh, yes, also, when Walsh decides it's a good idea, he might take you back to that room to make another movie. You might even do it some time with some of the rest of us. Now that, I think, really is an offer you can't refuse."
.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.