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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
43
Views:
3,461
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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 37
©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 37
Date: November 12, 2004
Place: Milwaukee
"Hello, can I help you?" Nelson looks suspiciously at the stranger at his door.
"Uh, is Arnold here? I heard he was back in town."
"No, he's out right now. Are you a friend?"
"Name's Hamilton. Jake Hamilton. I used to provide Arnold with things he needed."
"Oh, do you run a restaurant supply house?"
"No, uh, I deal in, like produce. You know, tomatoes and stuff." the stranger didn't sound too convincing.
"Well, I don't think Arnold will be needing your services."
"You see, I used to give Arnold this great tomato. He said it was the best he'd tasted."
"Well, there are lots of green grocers around."
"No, he could only get it from me. I was the sole distributor."
Nelson didn't know what this guy's racket was, but it certainly wasn't tomatoes. "So tell me, what kind of tomato was this?"
"It was a Vincent tomato. Arnold used to go on and on about how satisfying it was."
Then it clicked in Nelson's head. Vincent. That was the boy in the cast. He's three, almost four years older now, but Nelson remembers all the times Arnold rented this boy and how Vincent allowed Nelson to lick his teenage feet. Worshipfully, he suckled those precious toes like ten delicious miniature adolescent cocks. Now one of those heavenly feet was wrapped in plaster. Hamilton here must be his pimp. Vincent called him when he saw Arnold on the street.
"So, I guess you want to know if Arnold is still interested in getting more of this Vincent tomato."
"Well, actually, the Vincent is not available right now." Yeah, that cast and crutches must put a damper on his sex business. Nelson wonders if Hamilton had any part in breaking the boy's leg.
"What, it's out of season, you mean?"
"Well, yeah. But Arnold was always telling me to keep my eyes open for a smaller tomato, one not as overripe, not as fully mature. He said he'd really love to taste a tomato like that."
"And you found one."
"Yep. I know Arnold will be pleased."
"What's this tomato called?"
"It's a Rudy. Small, sweet, luscious, firm."
"It does sound delicious. Arnold will be back later. Why don't you bring this Rudy tomato by around four and maybe you two can work out a deal."
.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 37
Date: November 12, 2004
Place: Milwaukee
"Hello, can I help you?" Nelson looks suspiciously at the stranger at his door.
"Uh, is Arnold here? I heard he was back in town."
"No, he's out right now. Are you a friend?"
"Name's Hamilton. Jake Hamilton. I used to provide Arnold with things he needed."
"Oh, do you run a restaurant supply house?"
"No, uh, I deal in, like produce. You know, tomatoes and stuff." the stranger didn't sound too convincing.
"Well, I don't think Arnold will be needing your services."
"You see, I used to give Arnold this great tomato. He said it was the best he'd tasted."
"Well, there are lots of green grocers around."
"No, he could only get it from me. I was the sole distributor."
Nelson didn't know what this guy's racket was, but it certainly wasn't tomatoes. "So tell me, what kind of tomato was this?"
"It was a Vincent tomato. Arnold used to go on and on about how satisfying it was."
Then it clicked in Nelson's head. Vincent. That was the boy in the cast. He's three, almost four years older now, but Nelson remembers all the times Arnold rented this boy and how Vincent allowed Nelson to lick his teenage feet. Worshipfully, he suckled those precious toes like ten delicious miniature adolescent cocks. Now one of those heavenly feet was wrapped in plaster. Hamilton here must be his pimp. Vincent called him when he saw Arnold on the street.
"So, I guess you want to know if Arnold is still interested in getting more of this Vincent tomato."
"Well, actually, the Vincent is not available right now." Yeah, that cast and crutches must put a damper on his sex business. Nelson wonders if Hamilton had any part in breaking the boy's leg.
"What, it's out of season, you mean?"
"Well, yeah. But Arnold was always telling me to keep my eyes open for a smaller tomato, one not as overripe, not as fully mature. He said he'd really love to taste a tomato like that."
"And you found one."
"Yep. I know Arnold will be pleased."
"What's this tomato called?"
"It's a Rudy. Small, sweet, luscious, firm."
"It does sound delicious. Arnold will be back later. Why don't you bring this Rudy tomato by around four and maybe you two can work out a deal."
.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.