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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
43
Views:
3,425
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
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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 3
©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 3
Date: Monday, March 4, 1991
Place: Wantagh, Long Island, New York
It's a day of celebration in the Benningham home. It's little Walsh's first birthday. Well, not really. Since he was born on February 29, he won't have an official birthday for three more years. His parents decided to celebrate today so Walsh's uncle can be there. Proud father Michael is capturing the festivity with his new video camera. His wife has prepared a delicious leg of lamb. And his brother Arnold has brought the cake he baked.
Arnold, 25, rents a flat over in Oceanside and spends long hours at his restaurant. But he loves cooking and is happy to be embarking on a career that utilizes his passion. Michael, three years older, is also excited, now that his contracting business is getting off the ground, and they can afford to buy this home in which to raise their son. The two brothers have always been close and Arnold is glad the restaurant closes on Mondays so he can be included in Walsh's big day. He bounces his nephew on his knee, and sings the spider song. He hides behind the couch and when the toddler finds him, he jumps out and they both laugh hysterically. He lies on the floor and tickles the boy's feet and nuzzles his little outie. It would be wonderful to have a son of his own some day, but the prospects of that happening are slim. He has finally admitted to himself, if not to his brother, that he is gay.
After dinner, Michael describes some of the projects he has coming up. One is a large office complex. "You know, Arnold, there's a dining room in the blueprint. I could ask around and see if they need a chef."
Place: Patterson, NY
Meanwhile, an hour and a half north, another couple is also celebrating. Victor and Henry are having a huge housewarming for all their friends, well, Henry's friends anyway. Victor invited business associates. They've been living together two years. At 5'1, Henry is the perennial child, like Mickey Rooney and Michael J. Fox. But what captivated Victor was his boyish demeanor. Although in his late 20s when they met, Henry had the innocent charm and excitement for life of a twelve-year old. As an interior decorator, he translates those qualities into bold designs and his contagious personality is able to convince clients that his designs were just what they want.
Victor, five years older, is a venture capitalist with more money than he knows what to do with. He seems to have a crystal ball for identifying those projects that have potential from those that are bottomless money pits. He got out of S&Ls before the shit hit the fan. Because of his connections, he is able to steer a lot of projects Henry's way.
Henry escorts their guests through the giant house, explaining his plans for each of the eight bedrooms, the fixtures he wants to install in all the baths, the decor he has in mind for the living room, the formal dining room, the office, the pool room. He can't wait to start spending Victor's money.
Mrs. Bagshaw, the housekeeper Victor hired, is in the kitchen helping the caterer find things. At 46, she thinks it will be exciting working full time for this lovely young gay couple.
"Whew, that was quite a gala," Victor later tells his partner as they undress for bed.
"Thank you, Darling, for this house. I'm going to do all I can to make it a wonderful home for my honey." He wraps his arms around Victor's waist and bends his head up for a kiss.
"Did you get a look at a couple of those busboys? Shit, did they have tight asses or what?"
"Victor, I thought mine was the only ass you needed."
"A guy can still look, can't he?" He kissed Henry, and took him to bed. But, even as his lover was blowing his throbbing cock, he kept thinking of the college kids, teenagers, in their tight black uniforms bouncing around collecting used dishes.
Place: St. Thomas School, Bronx
"Hi, Teach." Maxwell looks up from his desk and sees the father, who will turn 18 next week, beaming with his infant son in his arm.
"Pablo, so good to see you!" Maxwell didn't understand why Pablo had not been hardened by his environment. He was one of the first students to make an impression when he began teaching at St. Tom's, September 1989. Maxwell could tell he was starved for love. He didn't hesitate to give the lad a pat on the back, even a one arm hug around the shoulder, and Pablo responded. He actually tried to do his assignments. He made a concerted effort to avoid trouble. Maxwell could see a breakthrough, and praised his work. By mid-Spring, Maxwell realized he was quite fond of the seventeen-year old, and had fantasies about meeting him privately, taking him into his apartment, into his bed, into his arms. He thought he saw something in Pablo's smile that indicated similar feelings.
But last May Pablo told Maxwell he was dropping out. He'd knocked a girl up and conscientious Pablo wanted to accept his responsibility. They got married in City Hall and Pablo scrounged for odd jobs.
"I wanted baby Dean to meet my favorite teach. I know he can't wait to get in your class." Maxwell decided not to tell Pablo he'd applied to an exclusive prep school upstate. He studied the infant's black locks, his wide open eyes, his olive complexion, his winning smile. "He certainly has your good looks, Pablo! He's a cutie. Watch out, when Dean gets to be a teenager, the muchachas will be all over him."
"Then I better start teaching him how to put a condom on."
"Well, maybe you can wait a few years for that." Maxwell gave the young father a manly hug, and then with as much confidence as he could fake, said, "With you as his Papa, Pablo, I know little Dean is going to grow up just fine!"
.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 3
Date: Monday, March 4, 1991
Place: Wantagh, Long Island, New York
It's a day of celebration in the Benningham home. It's little Walsh's first birthday. Well, not really. Since he was born on February 29, he won't have an official birthday for three more years. His parents decided to celebrate today so Walsh's uncle can be there. Proud father Michael is capturing the festivity with his new video camera. His wife has prepared a delicious leg of lamb. And his brother Arnold has brought the cake he baked.
Arnold, 25, rents a flat over in Oceanside and spends long hours at his restaurant. But he loves cooking and is happy to be embarking on a career that utilizes his passion. Michael, three years older, is also excited, now that his contracting business is getting off the ground, and they can afford to buy this home in which to raise their son. The two brothers have always been close and Arnold is glad the restaurant closes on Mondays so he can be included in Walsh's big day. He bounces his nephew on his knee, and sings the spider song. He hides behind the couch and when the toddler finds him, he jumps out and they both laugh hysterically. He lies on the floor and tickles the boy's feet and nuzzles his little outie. It would be wonderful to have a son of his own some day, but the prospects of that happening are slim. He has finally admitted to himself, if not to his brother, that he is gay.
After dinner, Michael describes some of the projects he has coming up. One is a large office complex. "You know, Arnold, there's a dining room in the blueprint. I could ask around and see if they need a chef."
Place: Patterson, NY
Meanwhile, an hour and a half north, another couple is also celebrating. Victor and Henry are having a huge housewarming for all their friends, well, Henry's friends anyway. Victor invited business associates. They've been living together two years. At 5'1, Henry is the perennial child, like Mickey Rooney and Michael J. Fox. But what captivated Victor was his boyish demeanor. Although in his late 20s when they met, Henry had the innocent charm and excitement for life of a twelve-year old. As an interior decorator, he translates those qualities into bold designs and his contagious personality is able to convince clients that his designs were just what they want.
Victor, five years older, is a venture capitalist with more money than he knows what to do with. He seems to have a crystal ball for identifying those projects that have potential from those that are bottomless money pits. He got out of S&Ls before the shit hit the fan. Because of his connections, he is able to steer a lot of projects Henry's way.
Henry escorts their guests through the giant house, explaining his plans for each of the eight bedrooms, the fixtures he wants to install in all the baths, the decor he has in mind for the living room, the formal dining room, the office, the pool room. He can't wait to start spending Victor's money.
Mrs. Bagshaw, the housekeeper Victor hired, is in the kitchen helping the caterer find things. At 46, she thinks it will be exciting working full time for this lovely young gay couple.
"Whew, that was quite a gala," Victor later tells his partner as they undress for bed.
"Thank you, Darling, for this house. I'm going to do all I can to make it a wonderful home for my honey." He wraps his arms around Victor's waist and bends his head up for a kiss.
"Did you get a look at a couple of those busboys? Shit, did they have tight asses or what?"
"Victor, I thought mine was the only ass you needed."
"A guy can still look, can't he?" He kissed Henry, and took him to bed. But, even as his lover was blowing his throbbing cock, he kept thinking of the college kids, teenagers, in their tight black uniforms bouncing around collecting used dishes.
Place: St. Thomas School, Bronx
"Hi, Teach." Maxwell looks up from his desk and sees the father, who will turn 18 next week, beaming with his infant son in his arm.
"Pablo, so good to see you!" Maxwell didn't understand why Pablo had not been hardened by his environment. He was one of the first students to make an impression when he began teaching at St. Tom's, September 1989. Maxwell could tell he was starved for love. He didn't hesitate to give the lad a pat on the back, even a one arm hug around the shoulder, and Pablo responded. He actually tried to do his assignments. He made a concerted effort to avoid trouble. Maxwell could see a breakthrough, and praised his work. By mid-Spring, Maxwell realized he was quite fond of the seventeen-year old, and had fantasies about meeting him privately, taking him into his apartment, into his bed, into his arms. He thought he saw something in Pablo's smile that indicated similar feelings.
But last May Pablo told Maxwell he was dropping out. He'd knocked a girl up and conscientious Pablo wanted to accept his responsibility. They got married in City Hall and Pablo scrounged for odd jobs.
"I wanted baby Dean to meet my favorite teach. I know he can't wait to get in your class." Maxwell decided not to tell Pablo he'd applied to an exclusive prep school upstate. He studied the infant's black locks, his wide open eyes, his olive complexion, his winning smile. "He certainly has your good looks, Pablo! He's a cutie. Watch out, when Dean gets to be a teenager, the muchachas will be all over him."
"Then I better start teaching him how to put a condom on."
"Well, maybe you can wait a few years for that." Maxwell gave the young father a manly hug, and then with as much confidence as he could fake, said, "With you as his Papa, Pablo, I know little Dean is going to grow up just fine!"
.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.