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Category:
Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
43
Views:
3,465
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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Disclaimer:
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 41
©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 41
Date: Wednesday, July 26, 2006
Place: BPH
Victor picks up the phone. "Hello?"
"Hi, Victor."
"Hi, Walsh. Where are you?"
"In my bed."
"I thought all you guys were at the ball game!"
"Yeah, thanks for those cool tickets. Right behind home plate."
"Did I have any choice?"
"Not really, hehe. The Cubs don't have a prayer of course."
"So how come you're home in bed?"
"Didn't feel good this morning. All tired like. I've been staying up every night studying for my SATs. Doc thinks it might be mono. I told the guys to go on without me. Let me get some sleep. Of course, with all this banging going on in the basement, that's not easy."
"Yeah, I can hear the noise from here. But you guys told me to get a new hot water heater installed. I told the men no one would be home."
"Yeah, they've been playing their boom box and shouting. Well, I'm awake now. Hehe. I just felt like talking to someone. Guess I'm a little lonely."
"Well, I'm here if you need me, Walsh. Hey, you know the bedroom across the hall would be a lot quieter."
"The fishbowl? Why?"
"You guys had me soundproof it, remember?"
"Shit, that's right. I'm gonna go over there. Uh, but I still feel lonely."
"You want me to call you there then."
"Or, you know, you can come over, if you're not like too busy."
"Do I have a choice?"
"Not really, hehe."
Victor enters the fishbowl and sees Walsh smiling, wrapped up in the covers on the bed. As soon as he closes the door behind him, the noise from two floors below all but disappears. Victor sits on the edge of the bed. "So, Walsh, what do you want to talk about?"
"Can you hold my hand?"
"Yes, Sir."
"I'm glad you're here, Victor. I feel better already. Uh, can you lie beside me? You can keep me warm." Victor lies down on the bed next to Walsh. "No, I meant under the covers." Victor stands up, pulls down the covers on one side and again lies beside the boy, who he now sees is naked. "I think it would be nicer if you were naked also." Victor stands again, strips, and crawls in to spoon the boy. "Yeah, that feels nice."
Victor wraps his arm around Walsh's abdomen, presses his groin into the boy's buttocks, and nuzzles his sweet young shoulder. "You know, Walsh, this is how we often lay here when you were a little boy. Sometimes, I'd hold you like this for hours, just inhaling your wonderful boy aroma, caressing your smooth skin. You really were my little Sweetheart. Each week, I got so excited when I heard your father coming up the drive. Were you excited also?... You don't have to answer. You were very special to me. And when you started sucking me off, Walsh, your soft lips felt so nice on my cock. You were sweet the way you were so afraid of hurting me. I kept having to reassure you it was good, to keep on sucking. I still remember the night you let me pop your cherry, Walsh. Do you remember? In fact, we had had cherry pie for dessert which was kind of ironic, wasn't it? Your lips were still bright red when we went to bed. I handed you the jar of KY and told you to rub it on and in your asshole. You used half the jar, hehe. I bet Mrs. Bagshaw wondered why the sheet was so greasy, hehe. But you held your skinny legs up like a brave little soldier and took my cock inside. I know you were trying so hard not to cry. Trying to do what made me happy. I really loved you, Walsh. You loved me then also, right?... Walsh?... Sweetheart?... Well, I'll be damned. I know I'm not the man I used to be, but this is the first time a lover fell asleep in my arm before we had sex! You're tired, Son. I'll take my big old hardon back to my place and take care of it myself. You get your sleep." Victor stands, dresses, and turns to the camera. "Hope you get a good laugh out of this one, guys. Hardly worth saving though, eh?" He lets himself out and quietly closes the fishbowl door.
An hour later in the garage, having pounded his meat to orgasm, Victor is washing his dishes when he hears alarms beeping in the house. He looks out his window and sees smoke. He tears out to the front and meets the workmen coming up from the cellar. "We already called 911. Don't worry. We're all out." Victor races inside. "Hey, Mister, I said, no one's inside."
.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 41
Date: Wednesday, July 26, 2006
Place: BPH
Victor picks up the phone. "Hello?"
"Hi, Victor."
"Hi, Walsh. Where are you?"
"In my bed."
"I thought all you guys were at the ball game!"
"Yeah, thanks for those cool tickets. Right behind home plate."
"Did I have any choice?"
"Not really, hehe. The Cubs don't have a prayer of course."
"So how come you're home in bed?"
"Didn't feel good this morning. All tired like. I've been staying up every night studying for my SATs. Doc thinks it might be mono. I told the guys to go on without me. Let me get some sleep. Of course, with all this banging going on in the basement, that's not easy."
"Yeah, I can hear the noise from here. But you guys told me to get a new hot water heater installed. I told the men no one would be home."
"Yeah, they've been playing their boom box and shouting. Well, I'm awake now. Hehe. I just felt like talking to someone. Guess I'm a little lonely."
"Well, I'm here if you need me, Walsh. Hey, you know the bedroom across the hall would be a lot quieter."
"The fishbowl? Why?"
"You guys had me soundproof it, remember?"
"Shit, that's right. I'm gonna go over there. Uh, but I still feel lonely."
"You want me to call you there then."
"Or, you know, you can come over, if you're not like too busy."
"Do I have a choice?"
"Not really, hehe."
Victor enters the fishbowl and sees Walsh smiling, wrapped up in the covers on the bed. As soon as he closes the door behind him, the noise from two floors below all but disappears. Victor sits on the edge of the bed. "So, Walsh, what do you want to talk about?"
"Can you hold my hand?"
"Yes, Sir."
"I'm glad you're here, Victor. I feel better already. Uh, can you lie beside me? You can keep me warm." Victor lies down on the bed next to Walsh. "No, I meant under the covers." Victor stands up, pulls down the covers on one side and again lies beside the boy, who he now sees is naked. "I think it would be nicer if you were naked also." Victor stands again, strips, and crawls in to spoon the boy. "Yeah, that feels nice."
Victor wraps his arm around Walsh's abdomen, presses his groin into the boy's buttocks, and nuzzles his sweet young shoulder. "You know, Walsh, this is how we often lay here when you were a little boy. Sometimes, I'd hold you like this for hours, just inhaling your wonderful boy aroma, caressing your smooth skin. You really were my little Sweetheart. Each week, I got so excited when I heard your father coming up the drive. Were you excited also?... You don't have to answer. You were very special to me. And when you started sucking me off, Walsh, your soft lips felt so nice on my cock. You were sweet the way you were so afraid of hurting me. I kept having to reassure you it was good, to keep on sucking. I still remember the night you let me pop your cherry, Walsh. Do you remember? In fact, we had had cherry pie for dessert which was kind of ironic, wasn't it? Your lips were still bright red when we went to bed. I handed you the jar of KY and told you to rub it on and in your asshole. You used half the jar, hehe. I bet Mrs. Bagshaw wondered why the sheet was so greasy, hehe. But you held your skinny legs up like a brave little soldier and took my cock inside. I know you were trying so hard not to cry. Trying to do what made me happy. I really loved you, Walsh. You loved me then also, right?... Walsh?... Sweetheart?... Well, I'll be damned. I know I'm not the man I used to be, but this is the first time a lover fell asleep in my arm before we had sex! You're tired, Son. I'll take my big old hardon back to my place and take care of it myself. You get your sleep." Victor stands, dresses, and turns to the camera. "Hope you get a good laugh out of this one, guys. Hardly worth saving though, eh?" He lets himself out and quietly closes the fishbowl door.
An hour later in the garage, having pounded his meat to orgasm, Victor is washing his dishes when he hears alarms beeping in the house. He looks out his window and sees smoke. He tears out to the front and meets the workmen coming up from the cellar. "We already called 911. Don't worry. We're all out." Victor races inside. "Hey, Mister, I said, no one's inside."
.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.