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Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
2,484
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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This is a work of fiction about oral and anal sex between adults and minors of both sexes. The characters, locations & incidents are fictional. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely co
Part 4
©2009 Herb Cat. Do not reproduce or distribute this story without the author's permission.
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Part 4
Just before noon, Allen's car drove up and he and Mickey got out. He hoisted Mickey up on his shoulder with one hand and carried the prize book in the other.
"Hi there, girls! You look real happy! Did you get some nice fucks from Uncle Frank last night?"
"Oh, yes, Daddy! He gave us lots of fucks! We didn't think he'd ever stop!"
Frank nodded sheepishly. Then he took Mickey from Allen. "How about you, Son? Did you get lots of nice fucks from Uncle Allen last night?"
"Uh, a couple!" Frank looked at Allen, questioningly. Only a couple? he was thinking. Mickey added, "We was busy doin other stuff." Mickey looked at his two brothers and two so-called cousins, all of them naked, then squirmed out of his father's arms, quickly took off his clothes, and joined them in front of the TV.
"Lunch is all ready, Kids," said Ginny, "Let's turn off the TV and come sit down. It's just cold cut sandwiches and canned soup, Allen. Nothing special. Hope you don't mind."
"Not at all. That'll be perfect." They all sat down to eat. "Let me get straight to the point, Frank and Ginny." Frank was relieved. The suspense was about to end. "Actually, I want to talk to you also, Frankie." Frankie looked up from his soup bowl. "Last night Mickey asked me to read some of the stories to him from the book you made."
"Uncle Allen read them real good too!"
"Yes, they're wonderful stories. After we read a few, and then fucked a little, Mickey fell asleep. But I stayed awake and read the whole book. Actually, I couldn't put it down. I read it several times. It's an amazing book, Son. The stories and the pictures. You have real talent.
"Frank, you know I'm a literary agent." Frank did know this, but didn't think much about it. Several important authors were his clients. "I know the publishing business. And I really think this book has potential."
Ginny asked, "You mean you want to publish it?"
"Like a real book, Uncle Allen?" Frankie stopped eating.
Allen went on, "There is always a market for scary stories written for children. Have you ever read to your boys ''Go Away, Big Green Monster!'' by Ed Emberley or ''There's a Nightmare in My Closet'' by Mercer Mayer? And Maurice Sendak's "Where the Wild Things Are'' was made into a Broadway show. Did you see the movie, "Coraline" or "The Nightmare before Christmas" before that?
"But Frankie's only ten years old, Allen!"
"Don't underestimate him, Ginny. There have been several young authors with best-selling books. Christopher Paolini was 15 when he wrote "Eragon", and a nine-year old, Alec Greven, wrote "How to Talk to Girls." Jayne Fisher also was nine when she wrote the first "Garden Gang" novel. I just wanted to run the idea past you to see if you were interested. You don't have to decide right away."
"Shit, yeah! I'm interested!" Frankie was really excited.
"Well, you can't get your hopes up too soon, Son. I have to pitch it to a few different houses, see if I get any bites. For now, I wouldn't go telling anyone else about this. Not 'til we're under contract. It's a tight squeeze, but if we hop on this, we just might be able to get it on the shelves for Halloween."
"I guess we are interested then, Allen. We really appreciate this."
"Fuck, Frank, if it sells, we'll be doing each other a favor. I won't hesitate to take my commission. Ginny, what are you thinking?"
"I think there should be a dedication page: To Leonard Wilson."
"Who the fuck is Leonard Wilson?" asked Mark.
Frank looked at his middle son, the boy who was there when his grandfather passed away. "That's Grandpa, Mark."
"Ohh." The room got quiet as everyone's thoughts turned to the man they all still missed.
Allen spoke again. "Now there's just one thing. Frankie, I was wondering if the title can be changed. I mean a book about little boys' dicks would really be a tough sell, even for an agent with my talents. I was thinking something like "Little Boy Noses" maybe."
"Toes," said Frank deliberately. "Little Boy Toes," remembering the stories his father told him so often.
"Toes! Perfect! Frankie, would it be too hard to change the word dick to toes in all the stories?"
"Shit, no, I'll just use Search and Replace. Piece of cake!!
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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.
Part 4
Just before noon, Allen's car drove up and he and Mickey got out. He hoisted Mickey up on his shoulder with one hand and carried the prize book in the other.
"Hi there, girls! You look real happy! Did you get some nice fucks from Uncle Frank last night?"
"Oh, yes, Daddy! He gave us lots of fucks! We didn't think he'd ever stop!"
Frank nodded sheepishly. Then he took Mickey from Allen. "How about you, Son? Did you get lots of nice fucks from Uncle Allen last night?"
"Uh, a couple!" Frank looked at Allen, questioningly. Only a couple? he was thinking. Mickey added, "We was busy doin other stuff." Mickey looked at his two brothers and two so-called cousins, all of them naked, then squirmed out of his father's arms, quickly took off his clothes, and joined them in front of the TV.
"Lunch is all ready, Kids," said Ginny, "Let's turn off the TV and come sit down. It's just cold cut sandwiches and canned soup, Allen. Nothing special. Hope you don't mind."
"Not at all. That'll be perfect." They all sat down to eat. "Let me get straight to the point, Frank and Ginny." Frank was relieved. The suspense was about to end. "Actually, I want to talk to you also, Frankie." Frankie looked up from his soup bowl. "Last night Mickey asked me to read some of the stories to him from the book you made."
"Uncle Allen read them real good too!"
"Yes, they're wonderful stories. After we read a few, and then fucked a little, Mickey fell asleep. But I stayed awake and read the whole book. Actually, I couldn't put it down. I read it several times. It's an amazing book, Son. The stories and the pictures. You have real talent.
"Frank, you know I'm a literary agent." Frank did know this, but didn't think much about it. Several important authors were his clients. "I know the publishing business. And I really think this book has potential."
Ginny asked, "You mean you want to publish it?"
"Like a real book, Uncle Allen?" Frankie stopped eating.
Allen went on, "There is always a market for scary stories written for children. Have you ever read to your boys ''Go Away, Big Green Monster!'' by Ed Emberley or ''There's a Nightmare in My Closet'' by Mercer Mayer? And Maurice Sendak's "Where the Wild Things Are'' was made into a Broadway show. Did you see the movie, "Coraline" or "The Nightmare before Christmas" before that?
"But Frankie's only ten years old, Allen!"
"Don't underestimate him, Ginny. There have been several young authors with best-selling books. Christopher Paolini was 15 when he wrote "Eragon", and a nine-year old, Alec Greven, wrote "How to Talk to Girls." Jayne Fisher also was nine when she wrote the first "Garden Gang" novel. I just wanted to run the idea past you to see if you were interested. You don't have to decide right away."
"Shit, yeah! I'm interested!" Frankie was really excited.
"Well, you can't get your hopes up too soon, Son. I have to pitch it to a few different houses, see if I get any bites. For now, I wouldn't go telling anyone else about this. Not 'til we're under contract. It's a tight squeeze, but if we hop on this, we just might be able to get it on the shelves for Halloween."
"I guess we are interested then, Allen. We really appreciate this."
"Fuck, Frank, if it sells, we'll be doing each other a favor. I won't hesitate to take my commission. Ginny, what are you thinking?"
"I think there should be a dedication page: To Leonard Wilson."
"Who the fuck is Leonard Wilson?" asked Mark.
Frank looked at his middle son, the boy who was there when his grandfather passed away. "That's Grandpa, Mark."
"Ohh." The room got quiet as everyone's thoughts turned to the man they all still missed.
Allen spoke again. "Now there's just one thing. Frankie, I was wondering if the title can be changed. I mean a book about little boys' dicks would really be a tough sell, even for an agent with my talents. I was thinking something like "Little Boy Noses" maybe."
"Toes," said Frank deliberately. "Little Boy Toes," remembering the stories his father told him so often.
"Toes! Perfect! Frankie, would it be too hard to change the word dick to toes in all the stories?"
"Shit, no, I'll just use Search and Replace. Piece of cake!!
.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.