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Subject: My Time With Tommy Part 3 Gay Adult youth Still reading? Thats good. Donate to Nifty My Time With Tommy Part 3 I wake the next morning well rested. I am on my side Tommy is facing me, and I have my arms around him. Its a nice way to wake up that’s for sure. I carefully slide out of bed. So I don’t wake him. I go to the restroom, and relieve myself. I rub my hand over my cheek as I look in the mirror. Once done peeing I have a shave. It was a little rough for me. I head to the kitchen to start a pot of coffee, and sit at the table. Once its done I get a cup, and head out to the porch to enjoy my morning brew. A little while later Tommy comes out in his undies he got yesterday from the house. “Eric?” He says sleepily in the doorway wiping sleep from his face with his forearm. “Yes?” “Can I have some orange juice please?” “Yes Tommy, and you don’t have to ask. Just get whatever you want to eat or drink OK?” “OK. Can I have a pop tart too?” “Yes you may. Again you don’t have to ask. Just get whatever you like buddy.” “OK.” Tommy says he walks over, and gets my coffee cup from the table, and goes in with it. He returns a minute later with fresh coffee in it. “Thank you. That was really nice of you.’ I say rubbing Tommy’s back as he walks by to go back into the house. He comes back out a minute later carrying a glass with both hands, and pressing packs of pop tarts against his chest with his hands that are holding the glass. I guess it was his wrists holding them. It was cute though. I look at his underwear. They are a dark green jockey shorts. They look like he may have had them for a while as they are a bit tight. Not that the sight isn’t glorious. But, I think I better get him some clothes. He definitely needs them. Tommy leans over the table, and drops the pop tarts. Then he sits his juice on the table. “I brought you one.” He says and holds out a package of pop tarts to me. “Thanks I was getting a bit peckish.” I say. He looks at me funny. “Whats peckish?” “Good question. Peckish is another word for hungry. There are a lot of words for hungry. I like to say I’m famished sometimes. It means really hungry. Where as peckish is kind of like a little hungry. I guess pecking like a bird maybe.” I say as I open the package. I see he got the strawberry ones. “I figured you would get the s’mores ones.” “I didn’t think it would go good with orange juice.” “No. No it probably wouldn’t. Milk yes. OJ not so much.” Its funny to watch him eat a pop tart. He nibbles off the edges and then he breaks it a piece off of whats left of the center. He will slide it back, and forth between his fingers watching the insides slide back, and forth. Then he pops it in his mouth. I eat one like well a normal person. OK an adult person. I just munch on it. But, I do enjoy watching him eat it. Its like he uses all of his concentration as he eats it. I eat one, and set the other on the table. Once he is done with one he takes a big drink of juice. I just sip at my coffee. He eats his second one the same way. He finishes it, and takes another big drink finishing off the glass. He looks at it kind of sad. I take it from his hand, and go fill it back up. I figured he thought he couldn’t have more, and was enjoying it. I get back and sit it on the table for him. “Thank you.” “Your welcome.” He is kind of leaned back with one foot up on the chair. and one dangling in front of him. I see the lovely outline of his cock. He sees me look, and smiles. I know what hes thinking as it grows before my eyes. I see it reach its hardness, and my cock starts to inflate some. I sit back down, and feel my semi against my leg. Its a nice feeling looking at him. He not only doesn’t mind he likes it. “I wish you had a couch out here.” He says. “Whys that?” “So I could sit next to you.” “Well.” I say drawing it out like a Texan. “I reckon this chair here is big enough fer the both of us if I scoot over.” I say to him. He just smiles as I scoot over. He is next to me in a second, and I have my arm draped around him. “I like being here. I’m not worried all the time now.” “I like you being here.” “Can I stay with you forever?” “You can stay with me until you decide to go somewhere else.” “I don’t think that will ever happen.” “So your going to be an old man staying with me. What about a wife, or a family?” “They can stay here too.” “I guess they can.” I say, and hug his shoulder. We sit about half an hour or so, and watch people go by in their busy lives. Its sure nice to sit back, and relax watching the world go by. Especially knowing that if I ever wanted to work more I sure could. I’m in high demand. Because I’m good at what I do. If I need extra money I can just call one of the big companies, and they always farm some work out to me. Its how I saved to pay for this house. I finally look down at him. He feels me move, and he looks up. I look into his pretty blue eyes. “I guess we better get to doing something.” I say. “What are we gonna do today?” “First I think is head to the mall, and get you some more clothes. I think you need a lot more then just what you have.” “The mall. That place is expensive. We should go to Goodwill. Its a lot cheaper, and its OK if it was someones before me. I don’t care.” “But, I do. I think you deserve some new things. Everyone deserves something new once in a while.” “I never had nuthin new before.” “Today that is going to change.” He smiles at me. I watch him scamper into the house in his tight green undies. Seems a shame to replace those. He looks so good in them. I follow him in, and watch his cute little butt as he heads to his room to get dressed. I grab some jeans, and a polo. I thought I should wear more then just a t-shirt. That’s about all I really wear is t shirts, and jeans. I’m not trying to impress anyone. That, and its what I’m comfortable in. I got a guy I know. He like wearing oxfords and slacks. I’m not judging. If that’s what you like. That’s what you like. But, its not me. I usually slip on a polo if I have to do something like this. But, the grocery store, and whatnot. Why bother. So I slip on my tennis shoes. As I’m lacing them up he appears in front of me. “I guess your ready?” “Yes sir.” “Alrighty then.” I say as I finish lacing my shoes. “I guess we should be on our way. I want to beat the mass of kids that will be there later.” We go, and get in my little Honda to head to the mall. I had to put it in my phone. Because I kind of knew where it was. But, not really. We get over there, and get out after we park about a million miles from the door. What is it a fucking holiday or something? I think. We head in and I go to Macy’s. Because its good quality, and its not Nordstrom expensive. But, you do get what you pay for. Nordstrom has good quality things. I’m looking for good that will last a while. But, not the big price. I start looking at jeans. I hold a pair up to him. “Here go try these on over there.” I say, and point to the dressing room. He walks over, and I follow. He goes in, and comes out a minute later. The pants look fine. He actually looks super cute. Because a boy in jeans in just socks. Or barefooted. Something about it is just really enticing to me. I have him turn for me, and he does fill them out very well. “Looks perfect to me.” “I saw how much they cost. I think that’s too much. We should go to Goodwill.” “Let me worry about things now Tommy. You just be a boy, and enjoy things.” “I still think its too much.” He says, and goes back into the dressing room. He comes back out with the pants in his hand, and his back on. I double check the size again. I go back, and get five pairs. I find some nice shirts, and t=shirts I think he would look good in. He doesn’t really care except one I showed him he shook his head at, and made a bad face. I walk over then to the sleepwear department. I pick out four pairs of cute sleeping pants with sports logos on them. He really likes the Yankees ones. He said he loves the Yankees because his dad is a Mets fan. I just nod like I know what that means. We go over to the shoe dept. I see a pair of Jordan’s. I have always wanted a pair since I was a kid. I never felt I was worth enough to pay $190 for a pair of tennis shoes. I don’t even pay that for dress shoes, and I got a few good pairs of them. But, I saw his eyes light up when he saw them. I walked right to it and picked it up. “I think this is the coolest shoe here. You think its alright? I mean you wont get made fun of or nothing for wearing them will you?” I ask acting like I’m dumb, and don’t know. In the south they call it country dumb. “Shoot no. Those are the awesomenesst shoes. He takes it from me, and looks at the price first thing. “Oh no. I don’t want these. I don’t like the color of the bottoms.” He puts it up. He goes down, and keeps picking up shoes, and looking at prices. Finally he finds a pair he says he likes. I look, and they are on clearance for $29.99, I look at them shrug, and say. “If that’s what you want. So I have the shoe girl help us. She sizes him, and goes back. He tries a pair on, and walks around in them a minute. “Yeah these are good.” He says. “Sure.” I say. “Why don’t you go over there, and get some socks, and some underwear. I will be over in a minute.” “Kay.” I follow the girl over. I’m not being sexist she is a girl about 16. We chat a minute, and she goes and gets the box of shoes. I pay for them with my handy dandy master card. I head over to where he is standing, and again looking at prices. I do like that he pays attention to prices. But, he deserves some nice things. His life has been pretty shitty so far. Its time he has something nice. He picks out a pack of socks. I don’t have to look I know they are the cheapest ones. “No I don’t think so. I see lots of people walking by at home. I notice the boys are wearing socks like this.” I say and grab a package of black ankle socks. Of course the Nike Swoosh is on it. “Nah I like these here. He says holding up a pack of plain white socks calf length. Yech calf length socks. “No I think these are better. I’m getting these for you.” I say, and tuck them under my arm. I got about six bags now. “Oh, and look at these cute boxer briefs. Nobody wears tighty whiteys anymore buddy.” I say smiling, and put his package he had on the shelf. I grab him a few packs of those as well. We go, and pay for the final thing then head back to the car. I put the packages in the trunk and we head back. “You really didn’t need to get me all that stuff. I don’t really need that much stuff. I mean you got a washing machine, and everything. We should take some back at least.” He says trying to plead with me. We get to a red light and I stop. I turn, and put my hand on his shoulder. “Tommy. Listen to me buddy. You are worth having nice new things once in a while. I want you to have these things. Because I care about you, and I want you to have the best I can give. OK?” He looks at me like he doesn’t believe me, or that hes worth it. Man once you have been told you aren’t worth anything a million times. It’s really hard to rid yourself of that thought. I still have issues with it. “I suppose. So long as its not very often.” “I swear I’m done until Christmas. Unless I see something you just have to have.” He just shakes his head. I mean there really isn’t anything wrong with getting things at Goodwill. I’m not all fancy or anything. I Shop there for me all the time. But, He really does need help in any way possible to help build his self esteem. Right now he has about zero. The new clothes will help him feel different too. Sounds shallow, and superficial I know. But, it does make a difference having a little polo guy on your shirt. When you have no self esteem, even that helps. Then after a while it doesn’t matter anymore. But, at first. Its pride after having been forced to wear basically garbage your whole life. It makes a big difference in how you feel about yourself. We get back to the house, and I pop the trunk after we pull in the garage. He helps me get the bags out. “Now go ahead, and cut all the price tags off of them. So we can wash them all before you wear them.” “Why?” “Well, because when you buy new clothes the dye isn’t completely set in the garment, and it will get on your skin. Or sometimes they haves loose strings or something. Its just better. You have to trust me on this.” I say after he looks at me like I’m just nuttier then squirrel shit. “Really I swear. I’m not making this up.” I say holding my hands palms up to him. “Just seems stupid to me.” “You will see. Everything will be all soft, and nice to wear.” We take his things into his room, and I flip the bags up on the bed. I went to get scissors out of my office, and told him to start unpacking everything. I get back and he is holding the shoe box with it open. He looks up at me like hes been caught doing something wrong. “They messed up we gotta take these back. Like you said we ain’t thieves. It just wouldn’t. be right to keep them.” He says telling himself that’s right. “I had her put the Jordan’s in the bag for you. I knew you really wanted them with all your heart. I just couldn’t say no.” “But they are….” “A gift from me to you. I always wanted a pair when I was your age. All the other kids had really nice shoes like that. I had some Dollar store shoes. Usually that were a size, or two to small. I just felt like in a way if I give them to you. Its kind of like I get to live my fantasy ankara otele gelen escort of having them through you. So please take them with a happy heart.” He sees I’m not bull shitting him. Abused kids can tell really quick. We have a keen sense to bullshit. Because we have seen and heard it all. “You really wanted them bad huh?” He says knowing. “Yeah.” I say just above a whisper. Remembering how I was always made fun of because of my shoes. “Why don’t you get you some now?” “I don’t know. I guess I feel like I’m too old for that kind of thing now.” “Your not too old.” He says looking at the shoes in his hands. “Go ahead put them on. I want to see what they look like on you.” He smiles as he hops up on his bed, and takes off his old shoes. I act like the shoe girl for him, and lace them up and slip one on his foot. “Oh wait they aren’t any good without these.” I say and grab a pair of the Jordan socks. I pull off one of his socks then the other. I slide on the new socks, and slip on the first shoe, and tie it for him. I then lace the other, and slip it on his foot, and tie it. I pat the tops of his feet. “They look good. They look really good.” I say to him smiling. He looks down and smiles. “Yeah they look cool.” “Yeah they do.” I say nodding my head smiling. “You should get a pair.” He says. “Nah. Too old for that shit.” “Whatever.” He says and slides off the bed. He stands up, and walks on them like it was air. Barely stepping like he’s afraid hes going to ruin them. He walks around the room. “They feel really neat walking in.” I’m just watching, and smiling. Because I know hes really happy about getting them. I would say the smile on his face since he put them on his proof enough. “Lets get these tags off.” I say, and start to cut some off. He locates them, and I cut them off. It works pretty good that way for us. Once were done I go, and put them all in the wash. We head to the kitchen where I make us some pizza rolls. OK I didn’t make them. I put them on a tray in the oven from a bag in the freezer. I start them, and he gets plates and a couple sodas for us. A coke for me, and a Sunkist for him. I think I turned him into a Sunkist fan. The timer goes off, and I put the little pizza rolls on a repeater plate and take it to the dining room. I put a good portion on his plate, and about as much on mine. I guess I kind of over cooked. I made the whole bag. Guess I should have done half. We eat and don’t really talk much. I see someone pull up over at his dads house, and get out of the car. “Do you know them over there?” I say nodding towards the window. “Yeah that’s my Aunt Rose, and Uncle Todd. I bet they are going to get everything they can out of the house knowing my dads in jail. Well will be soon. I don’t like them at all.” I remember seeing a title of a video last night. Uncle Todd introduces Tommy to eight inches. Making him scream, and cry while aunt Rose cheers him on. I am suddenly sick to my stomach. “Yeah I don’t think I like them either.” I watch them walk in the house. A minute later walk out, and look over towards my house. Now I’m not a fan of guns. But, I did live in Texas in the country for a long time. So they got snakes that will kill you. I got a gun to take care of snakes. I think some snakes, are about to come a calling. I see them start to head our way. I slip out of my chair. and into the office. I open the little safe and pull out a Colt 45 1911a. I slide the clip in, and rack a round. Then put on the safety. I slide it in the crevice in my back, and tuck the shirt over it. I walk back out to the dining room, and sit down. Tommy is just glued to his chair. I hear a knock on the door. I go to answer it. “No don’t.” Tommy says. “I feel like I have too.” I say. I go and open the door. Tommy standing behind me for protection. “Yes?” I say as I open the door. “We come to get some stuff from Dicks house and we figure maybe the brat got em.” The woman Aunt Rose I guess is who it is. “I don’t have a clue as to what your talking about. We haven’t gone into the house.” Todd wasn’t having it, and pushed his way in. It caught me off guard, and it wouldn’t have happened otherwise. I’m not huge. But, I’m not little either. I’m six feet and about 185. “We know you got em. Give em up now.” “Fine.” I say, and I go and get the flash drives. I hand them over to them. “Now we got what we want. Now we are taking Tommy too.” Rose says. “No I don’t think you are.” I say. “And whys that?” Todd says with a sneer. “Well last night I was thinking maybe something like this would happen. So I made copies of all the videos, and put them in the cloud. The very interesting thing about that is, I also set it so if I don’t put in a password every day. That it goes straight to NYPD. It also has a file containing all your names, and addresses as well. The internet is full of useful Information. So no. I don’t think you will be taking Tommy with you. He will be staying right here. You also better hope I got a really good memory to put in the password everyday. Sometimes I forget things.” I say. “No we are taking him. You didn’t do that shit.” Rose spews at me, and Todd starts to move towards Tommy who is behind me. I reach behind me, and before Todd knows it I have a gun pointed to his temple. “I said that he is staying here. Or we can call the police right now to see what they say. Granted I may not get him. But, Todd’s eight incher wont get him either.” I say through clinched teeth. “Uhh Rose.” He says not moving. “He ain’t gonna shoot you. Grab the kid.” He looks at me out of the corner of his eyes. Not daring to move his head. “I always wondered what it would look like?” I say calmly. “Yeah whats that?” Todd asks softly. “Exactly what it will look like when I pull the trigger. I mean they are hollow points I just wonder if it will blow the complete side of your head off, or not. Also I wonder how much of a mess it will be.” “I’m getting outta here Rose. Besides we don’t need no other mouths to feed anyway. Ain’t like your brother will come off any money or nuthin.” “Fine whatever.” She says, and turns to leave. “Oh, and I was serious Rose. I do have them on the cloud. So nothing better happen to either of us.” “Sure sure.” She says, and walks out like she owns the fucking world. Hate people like her. Todd is just eyeing me. “Go on get out, and don’t come back.” I say. I watch through the doorway as they get in their car, and take off. Tommy is still behind me shaking. “You was really gonna shoot him wasn’t ya.” He asks softly, “Yeah. Yeah I think I was.” “Just for me.” He says just as softly. “Yeah just for you.” I say, and I walk back into the office. I put my gun back in the safe after I clear the chamber, and remove the clip. Safety first always. I go back out to the dining room, and grab my soda. I go to the living room, and sit down to collect my thoughts. Tommy sits on my lap. He is facing me. “Thank you. No one ever stood up for me before.” He says, and kisses me on the lips. A quick kiss and wraps his arms around me. “Yeah well you would have been helping me clean up the mess.” I say chuckling trying to make the mood a bit lighter. “Course I woulda.” Hes says and kisses my cheek. He stays with his arms around me. “Eric?” “Yes?” “Did you really put the videos on the cloud?” “Yes.” “Did you watch any of them?” “No.” “You could have. I wouldn’t. of cared.” He says. “I just thought it was personal for you. I didn’t want to invade your privacy. It just seemed wrong I guess.” “But, you wanted to didn’t you.” “Yes.” “In a way I kind of want you to see them.” “I don’t know.” “Maybe later we can.” “Maybe,” “Can I look at some of them now. I kinda want to see them. I don’t know why. But, I do.” “Why don’t you look at a few, and then decide if you want to see more of them.” He lifts his head looks at me, and smiles. He slides off my lap, and he leads the way to my office. I pull them out of the cloud, and I show him how to start them. I hear one start as I’m leaving the room to shut the door so he can have privacy. I hear it and it sounds kind of rough. I shut the door, and head to the dining room. I put the remaining pizza squares in the fridge we might get hungry later. I clean the dishes, and go back to the living room. I sit down and pick up my book. He comes out about half an hour later. “C’mere I want you to hear something.” He says. Tears are streaming down his face. I just get up, and follow him in the office. I see he has paused the video. Its him with his hair being pulled, and he is being forced to orally copulate a man. He doesn’t look happy about it. He starts the video. I hear a woman in the back ground. “Please Dick leave him alone. I will do anything you want Dick please leave my baby alone.” “Fuck you junkie cunt. I’ll fucking kill you, and make it look like you overdosed. Everyone would believe it with no problem.” “Please Dick your hurting him please.” She says begging him. Then you hear a smack, and see his cock slip out. He quickly shoves it back in. and is pumping into Tommy’s mouth. “Please Dick I will do anything.” “Fuck off cunt. Don’t like it. You can leave, and don’t come back.” “Oh I’m coming back. I’m going to get off this shit, and I’m taking my son far away from your fucking abusive ass.” “Fuck off leave then.” He looks down at Tommy as you hear a door slam. \ “We don’t need her when you make me feel this good.” He says as he yanks Tommy’s hair. Tommy pauses it. “My mom did care. I always thought she just left, and didn’t give a shit about me. That’s what my dad always said. Said she just took off, and left me for him. I didn’t remember none of this. Maybe she got off drugs then.” “I don’t know buddy. He called her a junkie. That means heroin that’s a hard one to get off of. But, you never know. I hope she has.” “I kinda hope she has too. I mean I don’t know if she really cares about me anymore, or not. But, I care about her. I hated her a long time for leaving me with him. But, I kinda understand now. Better anyway.” “Yeah. Do you want to see if we can find her?” “I don’t know. What if shes still all messed up?” “I don’t know. If she is maybe we can convince her to get some help or something. I don’t really know buddy. I haven’t really ever dealt with this sort of thing before.” “I think I would kind of like to know. At least if shes still alive, and stuff.” “I will ask the lawyer to see if he can find her when I talk to him tomorrow.” “Kay.” He says and looks back at the screen. “You know when he did that stuff. It wasn’t love. Like what you did to me that felt really nice, and I liked it a lot. That was love. His is just being mean.” “Yeah from what I saw it doesn’t look like love. Just getting what he wants.” “Yeah pretty much. I mean I didn’t even know it could feel good. I mean no one never did nothing for me.” “Because they are selfish. If you care about someone you put their needs ahead of your own. Even with sex.” “Eric?” “Yes.” “Can you um do it again. You know for me.” He says looking down. “Sure buddy.” I say. I know hes feeling pretty used right now after watching the videos. I want to put him as the one in charge of his body, and allow people if he chooses. Not be forced to let people. Its different, way different. I turn off the screen, and I pick him up in my arms. I carrying him to his room, and gently lay him on his bed. I carefully unlace his new shoes, and set them on the floor. I lift up his shirt, and pull it off. I kiss his neck, and work down to his nipples. I lick, and suck on those a moment then move down to his tummy. His tight little sexy tummy. I’m kissing all over it and reach down and unfasten his button on his jeans. I slowly unzip them, and I grab the crotch where its free, and pull down on them. He lifts his butt up, and they slide down his legs. He kicks them off the rest of the way. He quickly slips of his underwear after that. I reach between his legs, and gently rub his little boy balls. Then I bend down, and I swirl my tongue around the head of his penis. It twitches as I do. He cant help it nature makes him lift his hips from the feelings pushing his cock into my mouth. He lets out a low moan as it does. I let him pump in and out as he likes. He has his hands on my head. and is gently pumping in and out of my mouth. He lifts a leg and says to me. “Touch that spot again.” I lick my finger, and touch it to his hole. I reattach my mouth to his cock, and he starts pushing in and out again. I slowly slip in, and I feel his little button and start tapping it with my finger. He is liking that very much and is pumping into me fast and furious now. I start to really pump my finger in and out of his hole. Hitting the button every time. He is confused as what to do with his hips as it hits him. He just kind of stops, and quivers. I start bobbing up and down to intensify his orgasm, and continue plowing into his love button with my finger. He starts letting out. “Oh Oh Oh.” With every pulse from his cock and twitch of his anus around my finger. I work his little body pushing it to the brink of pleasure. I slow down after his eighth pulse. It feels like he is having little after shocks in my mouth. I have my head above his cock, and his hands with fingers intertwined are behind my head where he was “helping” me. His eyes are closed, and he is breathing very heavily. I swirl his cock around in my mouth one more öveçler escort time. Him forcing his cock all the way up for me to stop. “It feels too good right now.” I let his cock from my mouth, and lay my head on his belly. I just look up at him. God he is beautiful I think. I am so lucky to just know him. Let alone do things like this for him. Hes such a good person too. It just isn’t his looks I’m thinking. I just really like him as a person. Hes fun to be around, and hes so smart. Always asking questions. Half of which I have to google. Its just nice having him around. I mean I really just met him. But, I’ll be damned if I’m not already in love with him. Not from this. Just because he is who he is. This is nice too. Even if it never happens again. That’s fine too. But, I will have plenty of wanks thinking about it if it doesn’t. He finally gets control of himself. He starts running his fingers through my hair then over my face as he looks at me. “Thank you.” “For what?” “For that. It felt really good. Better then last time. So think you.” “Buddy it was my pleasure. I enjoyed doing it for you.” “Yeah but last time you got off at least. Want me to suck you?” “Nah. I’m good.” “Please.” “No Tommy I want this to be about you. Just you. I don’t want you thinking you owe me anything for doing this. I want to do it for you. I want to make you feel good or a change.” “So its wrong I want to make you feel good?” “No. But, right now I want it to be just about you OK.” “So I can later?” “Maybe. I don’t know.” “Kay.” He says still running his fingers a crossed my face. I like how this feels, and now know why he likes it when I do. We lay like that a few more minutes and he says. “I have to pee.” “And I need to put your clothes over to the dryer.” I say, and hop up. He isn’t as fast as me seeing as how he just had his second orgasm ever. Seems kind of fucked up with as many as he gave they never gave him one. Selfish. I go back, and put the clothes in the dryer, and add a dryer sheet. I hate static cling. I just cant stand it for some reason. It pulls at my leg hairs, and I hate that. Its why I never had cats. Cant stand them going around my legs. As I get it started I head to my room. I need some clean underwear. I leaked a lot while sucking off Tommy. I didn’t cum. But, so much precum its making my underwear feel icky. I go in and strip off my pants, and underwear. I get a fresh pair from the drawer and Tommy comes in. “I can suck you now.” he says as he walks up to me, and gently lifts my soft cock with the palm of his hand. My mind says no. But, my cock is instantly hard. I start to say I don’t know when he puts it in his mouth, and slides it half way in, and back out. “OK but, I got to sit down at least for this.” I say. He lets me go, and smiles at me. “I’m good you will see.” “I already kind of saw.” I say as I fall back onto my bed. He jumps up on the bed, and he slides up next to me. He cups my balls in his one hand, and he grabs my cock with the other. Then slides his ruby lips right over the top of it. He strokes my cock as he lets his lips ride over it. He is gently toying with my balls as he does this. I have never before had any desire for anything in my ass before. But, I just had to have at least his finger in me. I tell him to do it, and he does. He starts pumping in, and out his finger then he slips in another. I am in heaven as he does this. He is fucking my ass with his fingers and sucking me at the same speed. It takes maybe two minutes, and I warn him I’m about to cum. He sucks harder, and faster as I unleash my flurry of jizz into his mouth. He swallows and sucks every drop down. I have never had this done, and I start cumming even harder as he sucks me dry. Once I am done he gently removes his fingers, and my ass feels sad about that. He lets my cock loose slowly, and it gently falls on my belly. It now feels sad. I look at him in his eyes, and he smiles at me. “Did you like that?” “That was one of the best orgasms I have ever had.” “Really?” “Yeah really.” “I can do it any time you want me to. I like doing it for you because I know that you like me. Not a fake liking. Like you want something. But, a real like.” “I do like you. I may even love you. I’m not sure yet.” “Yeah I know. Me too. I think I do. But, I’m not sure yet.” “But, probably pretty soon I will. That I know.” “Yeah.” He says smiling. He crawls up next to me, and I wrap my arm around him. I look down, and see his little soft pecker next to mine. I have to say it was hot to look at. I dam near got hard again just looking at it. We had both just recently cum, and before we knew it we were both sleeping. I wake up a few hours later. Him next to me his cock hard as rock. Mine too for that matter. I have to pee so I slide out carefully so as not to disturb him. I go and pee and head back to the bedroom and I start to put on my underwear I had tossed aside earlier, I slip on my pants, and head out to the living room. I turn on the lamp as its starting to gt dark. Well not dark. But, enough you need a light on to read. I pick up my book, and start to read. About fifteen minutes later Tommy comes out stretching, and still nude. But, no longer hard. I set my book aside, and reach out my arm. He swoops in, and is on my lap in milliseconds. He is sitting sideways, and has his arms around my neck and he rests his head against my chest. He sits and snuggles like that about ten minutes. I was enjoying the tenderness of the moment. “I bet your getting hungry huh?” “Yeah a little.” He mumbles. “I’m thinking we can have My chicken thing I came up with.” “Sure if you make it ill like it.” He says softly. Hes making no moves to get up anytime soon. “Rather sit here a while?” “If we can.” “Of course we can buddy.” We sit another ten minute,s and he gets up. Slowly but he gets up. He was playing with my ear lobes. Was an interesting feeling. Not bad. But, different. I’m not complaining. I just like to be touched by someone I want to be touched by. I guess it doesn’t matter where so long as they are. I was gently rubbing his back, and sides as he sat there. Anyway he got up and we went out to the kitchen. “You need to at least put on sleeping pants, or underwear to hide your willy if your cooking.” “Why I like being naked.” “Think of popping grease on your willy.” He thinks and makes a funny face. “I’ll be right back.” He says smiling. He comes back a minute later with the pair of green underwear on. All the rest are still in the dryer I think. Well lucky me I guess. I smile to myself. “What?” He says. “I was just thinking how cute you look in those underwear.” “You think?” “Yes I do think so.” He smiles at me. He helps me by getting out the pan for the chicken. I grab the chicken from the fridge, and rinse it off. I coat it in olive oil, and put it in the oven. I decide we will just sprinkle salt and pepper over it and not the rest. I put them in, and set the timer. I start peeling some potatoes, and put them in a pot of water, and wait to tun it on. I put in a can of slice carrots in another pot, and put a lid over it after putting I a dollop of butter on the drained carrots. “Alright buddy every thing is ready to get turned on when its time. Whats say we watch some cartoons for a while until its time to turn on the potatoes. Then you can finish the cartoons while I finish dinner.” “OK.” He says smiling. “I don’t think he got to watch too many cartoons at home. I know I didn’t. Sucks being a kid, and everyone is talking about a show and you never get to watch it.” We go in, and I sit down and hes is on my lap. Must be his new spot in here I guess. Not that I’m complaining. I like him there. Its comforting in some way. It relaxes me. I turn on the TV and sure enough Sponge Bob is on. When is Sponge Bob not on I guess. Maybe 330am in some remote village in China. Maybe. We sit back, and he cuddles into me. I think he likes it a lot because he never has had any closeness in his life he can remember. I don’t mind. I didn’t have any either, and I think I’m enjoying it as much as he is. After we watch an episode of Sponge Bob It ends. Odd I think must have been the end of a marathon. Its always on for hours. But, a new cartoon comes on he seems interested in it. Its all shoot em up and that’s just not my thing. He has scooted to laying on the couch with his head in my lap. I’m not interested in the cartoon. So I decide to read some. I grab my book and open it. He looks up. “We can change it. It isn’t fair of me to watch something you don’t like.” “Why isn’t it fair?” “Well its just that….” “You like this cartoon?” “Well Yeah but…” “I don’t mind buddy. You watch it and enjoy it. I’ll watch my book.” “You sure?” He asks like its a test or something. I reach down and kiss his forehead which wasn’t easy. “I’m sure.” He just smiles at me, and turns back to watch the show. I just smile. I know what its like to not be able to watch something you like. I always wanted to watch Hee Haw. I was told we aren’t white trash. Only white trash watches that. I just thought it was funny. Besides we were white trash. Junkiest house on the block. I was always ashamed of how our house looked. I always swore if I ever owned a house it would be nice. Guess what it is. I finally go back to my book after the multitude of thoughts that went through my head. Seems to be happening a lot lately. Reliving my childhood. I guess it makes sense seeing as how its right in front of my face right now. Its hard I tell you. But, this little guy is definitely worth it. I start reading for a while, then the timer dings. I slip out from under him and he gets up too. “I’m going to help.” He says. “No you enjoy your cartoon. I’ll finish everything up.” “You sure?” “Yes I am.” I say, and walk out of the living room. I get to the kitchen, and turn on the potatoes. I check the chicken and its perfect. Just where it needs to be. Its browning nicely and smells amazing. I get plates for us, and take them to the dining room. I go back, and get the cutlery we will need along with cloth napkins. Just feeling fancy I guess. I even fold the napkin like I used to do at my first job at a country club. I sit it on the center of our plates and set the cutlery perfect. Miss Manners would be proud. Or whomever does the place settings. I go, and get glasses even for our drinks. No cans tonight baby. I decide we need milk instead of soda. So I get it and pour some in each of our glasses. Boys need milk I remind myself. They cant live on soda like you. Bad. Bad man. I say half scolding myself, and half playing. I see the potatoes are boiling nicely. So that’s good. I have about three minutes until the potatoes are done. I turn on the veggies, and get out the mixer, and the milk, and butter. One the potatoes are done I drain them and make mashed potatoes. I like mine sometimes really super smooth or sometimes a little chunky. Today I’m feeling chunky. So I only about half mix them. Add just butter, salt and pepper. No milk. Just lots of butter. I put them in a bowl, and take them to the table. I pull out the chicken and put it on a serving dish. I made four pieces today instead of two. I figured tomorrow we can have it for lunch slice it for a sandwich maybe? I put two on the tray and took it to the table. I got the veggies and sit it on the table. I go tell Tommy its ready. He gets up without a fight in the middle of his show and heads to the dining room. “Its fancy.” He says when he sees the napkin. He picks it up, and plays with it. I take a corner from him and snap it open and lay it a crossed his lap. He just giggles. I take his plate and say like an English butler. “Some chicken sir?” “Yes please.” He says in an equally as bad English accent. “Indeed sir.” I say, and we go through the whole routine him giggling, and me trying not too. I get my plate and make it up as well. We sit and eat. As always he says I am the best cook ever. I again tell him no I’m not. Surely someone is better. I say and laugh. We eat and enjoy our dinner and some light small talk. After dinner we do the dishes together. I start washing, him rinsing, and putting on the rack. “So how did you make the napkin like that.” “I just folded it. Its easy I will show you sometime.” “Where did you learn to do it?” “I used to work at a country club about a million years ago.” “Why?” “So I could get money for college. Also they had a scholarship program. So I worked there all through college. It was pretty good actually.” “Were they all snooty?” “No they were all really nice to me. One man I used to wait on gave me my first big job. It was exciting, and I thought I was making more then the whole world. I felt rich. I was so excited. I worked hard, and then I made my own company. I got tired of running it and sold it. I didn’t make much. But, I made a little. So I decided to just be a single guy. I missed the work I felt like I was just a babysitter when I was the boss. I didn’t like it. I like this better and I make more money with lots less stress. OK That’s way more then what you asked.” “Its OK I like hearing you tell me stories.” “I got some good ones. But, like you I got a lot more bad ones. But, with you here now its looking like I’m going to have more good ones soon.” “Yeah. I think so too.” Tommy says, and smiles. Once we finish Tommy asks if he can watch a few more of his videos. I of course say yes. “Want to stay and watch?” He asks. pendik escort “No buddy. I don’t think I want to see what they did to you.” I start it up for him, and he starts a movie as I’m closing the door. I hear him scream no from the computer. I turn to look because well it was him, and I see it wasn’t him in the present. I just see him leaning back in the chair watching. I cant really see his face around the monitor. I slip out, and close the door. I head back to the living room. I have no desire to watch something that makes him scream in pain. If he was moaning and groaning in pleasure I would definitely be interested. But, pain. Not for me thanks though. I turn on the news because one I don’t want to hear the videos. Two I just like watching the news sometimes. Three. I really don’t want to hear the videos. I know I said that. But, I meant it. I am so pissed at myself right now. Here this was happening right next door. Probably while I lived here. I should have known. I think to myself. Then I think. How the hell could I have. I never talked to them. Just a wave here and there. I curse myself. I need to be more open with people so I can help more I think. He comes out after about half an hour, and just slides right up on my lap. I wrap my arms around him. He spins over and I hug him to me. He doesn’t say or do anything. He just lays there and accepts my love to him. He does wrap his arms around me. He doesn’t squeeze or anything. Just holds them there. After several minutes he says softly. “Do you think my mom really loved me?” He doesn’t lift his head off my chest when he says this. “I think she did. I think it sounded like it.” Hes still a few more minutes. “Dad told me she only cared about her drugs. That she doesn’t give a shit about a turd like me.” He says. “One thing we have learned is anything your dad says is bullshit.” “Yeah.” He kind of sighs out. I gently start rubbing his back. “Do you think my Dad loved me?” “That’s a hard one buddy. I don’t know. I mean he could have had the same upbringing as you. He could have thought that’s normal. So maybe it was his way of showing you he loved you.” “Do you believe that?” “No not really.” “Me neither. He never once told me he loved me. I tried to get him to love me. I did all those things so he would love me. He always seemed happier afterwards. But, sometimes he would get real mean too. Sometimes he would beat me and call me a fag or other mean names, and hit me. I would curl up in a ball and sometimes he would kick me. I don’t think he loved me. No I don’t think so at all. You aren’t mean like that to someone you love. You are more like I don’t know. You.” He say and starts rubbing my sides with his hands softly and slowly. “Well. I don’t know. Maybe he does love you in some way. I mean I don’t see anything in you that doesn’t just scream love me. You are the most lovable boy in all of Queens. That’s for sure. No not just Queens. But, all of New York City.” I say and start tickling him. “No in all of the entire state of New York.” I say as he is laughing and having fits. He curls into a little ball on my tummy. “No maybe in all of these here United States of Merca.” I say and still tickle my little friend. “Nope I was wrong again in the whole planet we call the Earth.” I say with a Texas draw. I am pretty good at that. “Shoot no in the whole dad burned universe I bet.” I say and tickle away. “Go ahead admit it, and I will stop.” I say. “I admit it. I admit it.” He laughs out. “Admit what?” “That I’m the most lovable boy in the whole dad burned universe.” He says. Through his laughter. I roar out in laughter at this. He has a good Texas draw even under tickling. I stop, and he has little after bursts of laughter. You know that’s a good tickle with after bursts. Once he gains his composure again he spins back around. And wraps his arms around my neck. “I think I love you.” He says and kisses me. Just a quick kiss but it was nice. “I think I love yo to buddy.” “I know. Whats not to love right?” He says joking. “Right.” I say, and hug him tight a good few seconds. “You really would have shot him wouldn’t. you of?” He says thinking back to earlier in the day. “Yeah I sure would have. I’m not sure what the laws are in New York if I could have said I was protecting my home. I may have gone to jail. Not sure. But, it didn’t matter. I would not have allowed them to take you.” “Hmm.” He says as he starts rubbing my sides again. “I got an idea.” I say kind of surprised I even thought of something like this. All on my own even. “Lets go out for ice cream. They got a great big one down the road from here. I have been wanting to try it out. Lets go do that.” “Really?” He says lifting up and looking at me. “Yeah lets go do it. Besides it will give you a chance to wear your new kicks.” He looks at me. “They don’t call them that anymore.” He says very matter of fact. “Slips.” “Slips?” I ask. “Yeah.” “Kay good to know. I thought kicks was still in.” “Not unless your old.” “Well thank you.” I say faking insult. “Whatever.” He says, and pushes off of me. I go, and grab my keys, and some cash. We head out to the car and he is in his new slips. I can see he is proud of them. I am proud of him in them. I imagine what it must feel like wearing those cool ass shoes. I smile at him as he is getting in. “I do like those shoes. You rock them.” “I know huh?” He says moving his foot back and forth looking at them. I laugh at him and start the car. We head down and arrive at the ice cream parlor. Store whatever you want to call it. When we walk in he, and I both just freeze. They got like a million flavors. OK maybe not a million. But, wow its a lot. He and I both say “Wow.” At the same time. He takes my hand, and we roam forward among the throng of people. We make it to the counter and we move along and look at all the different flavors. I decide on my old favorite pralines and cream. Tommy is still trying to decide. “I think I will have the dulce De leche.” He says. “Ooh that’s a good choice. Maybe I should have gotten that.” “You can change it. You haven’t ordered yet.” “Nah I like this one. I’ll just steal some of yours.” I say and laugh. “I’ll steal some of yours back.” He says giggling, and pushing me. I just laugh at him. We order, and I get us both two scoops, and some water. Go figure have to buy a water. Cant just give us a cup of water. Geez. So we go and sit and he takes a bite of his and smiles. “Pretty good?” “Yeah.” he say and takes another bite. I take a bite, and my god in heaven all that is holy I think and I don’t believe in god is how good this ice cream was. It is the richest creamiest ice cream I have ever had. “My that is good.” I say and take another bite. “Here try mine. I want to try yours.” he says holding his cup out to me. I take a drink of water and try his and he tries mine. His eyes light up when he tastes mine. Mine lit up too. My goodness this is good. I would try their tutti frutti its so good, and I don’t like tutti frutti. But, I bet theirs is good. We go back to eating our ice cream and just enjoying sitting next to each other. As we are eating a little girl comes up to us. “Hi Tommy. You look real nice today. I like your new shoes.” She says. “Thanks Linda. You look real pretty today too. I like your braids.” He says to her. “Yeah it took like six hours to do it. I was so bored.” “Gosh I can imagine sitting six hours.” “Well I watched TV and stuff too.” “Oh that wouldn’t. be so bad.” “I like it like this though.” She says and feels her braids and pulls them out so she can see them. “I liked when you had the red, and blue in it the other week. It was real pretty then.” “Aw thanks.” She says smiling and blushing I think. Its hard to tell on a little black girl. Not being racist just honest. She is a cutie though. “Is this your dad?” She ask pointing at me. “God no hes nice. I mean no. This is my uncle Eric. I’m staying with him now. That’s how come I got nice stuff. Uncle Eric cares about me.” The girl looks at Eric, and he can see a longing in her eyes. Not for sex or anything. Just a need to feel loved, and appreciated. `You know. Linda you are more then welcomed to come, and visit Tommy anytime you want. We live right next door to his dads old house.” “Oh yeah I know that place. You the guy always sitting on the porch. Yeah even in the cold. My momma says you nuts. My aunt says its cuz you lived down south so long you just got too hot, and trying to still cool off.” “Its probably a bit of both. I used to live up north years ago. Then I moved south, and I missed the cold weather. The feeling of opening the door, and getting blasted in the face with that frigid air. The rush you get from that. I missed snow so much. I guess that’s why I was sitting outside in the winter.” “Yeah you might be nuts. But, Tommy likes you so you must be nice.” “He is.” Tommy stands up for me. “I gonna stop by sometime. Maybe tomorrow after school if that’s alright.” “Fine with me. Tommy you got any other plans?” “No sir.” “Sounds like we will be expecting you. We will bake a cake.” She smiles, and kind of wiggles her fingers at Tommy. “See you tomorrow Tommy.” She says and goes and joins what looks to be her older sister. She occasionally looks back at Tommy and smiles. We finish and we dispose of our refuse properly. Wish they had reusable containers. Well, maybe soon. We get back to the car and start back. “I think Linda likes you buddy.” “Nah. Shes too pretty for me.” “I think you don’t give yourself credit. Your a handsome boy.” “You think so?” “Definitely.” I see the doubt in his eyes. “Trust me. I’m not genius when it comes to girls liking or not liking you. But, I would bet everything I own or ever will that at this time that girls is very interested in you.” “Maybe?” “No positively.” “I liked the ice cream. Thanks.” He says changing the subject. I let him. I don’t want to tease him and make him uncomfortable. That’s not my goal. If I continue he would have felt I was teasing him. “I liked it too. We will have to do that a lot.” “Yeah it was good. I always wanted to go there. Everyone always says its really good. It was really GREAT!” He says like Tony the Tiger. Finger in the air and all. I laugh at his antics. I’m so harpy he seems happy. We get back to the house and its getting late. It ts around 930 and we decide since he isn’t going to school. He can stay up and watch one show with me. I am scrolling through and stop on the Twilight Zone. “Oh I love this show.” I say as I switch to it. It is just starting. “Its one of my favorites a World of His Own.” I say. The plot of the story is that a man is a play write. When he describes something or someone into his Dictaphone it becomes real. What boy lover wouldn’t want that. Create the perfect most adorable boy. After its over, I wont give away the ending if you’ve never seen it. I suggest you do. Its a cool episode. I look at him. “That was neat.” He says. “I thought about this one a lot over the years.” I say. “Yeah who would you create?” “I would create the perfect boy.” I say. “He would have black hair.” I say running my fingers over his hair. “He would have pretty blue eyes.” I say and gently run my thumb over his eye brow. He would have a cute little nose.” I say tweaking his nose. And he smiles. “Oh yes and an adorable smile. Just like yours.” Hey I don’t need that thing I got the perfect boy.” I say smiling. “Your goofy.” “Maybe but, I think your pretty damn perfect buddy. Your smart and funny. You are defiantly handsome. You like to cuddle with me. I cant think of a more perfect boy then you.” “Yeah I would create someone just like you too. Except maybe you would have cooler shoes like me.” He says holding up his shoes for me to see. “Yeah those are cool ass shoes. I just think I’m too old and will look like an idiot.” “Nah.” “Well buddy its time for you to get to bed. We don’t want to get your school schedule too messed up.” “Yeah.” He says and gets up. I follow him to his room. I get out a pair of sleeping pants for him. I had folded and put up earlier. I lay them on the bed and hes stark naked and slips up under the covers. Why did I get those I think. His way is definitely better. I tuck him in. I kiss him on the fore head. “Good night my young friend. I hope you sleep well.” “I will. I feel safe now.” He says snuggling into the pillow. I leave and shut off the light as I do. I leave his door ajar just so I can hear him if there is a problem. I head to my room and decide to go to sleep instead of read for a while. I lay back and am thinking about the multitude of fantasies I had about that episode. The multitude of boys I created in my mind. I thought they were all great as I masturbated about them. I would create different boys in my head. But, seriously none of them even in my wildest fantasy can compare to Tommy. Hes just so amazing. I cant get over how much we click. Its like I know what hes feeling when he does. I can react to that and help him through things. I think about having a good wank before sleep. But, sleep beat me, to me beating it. I wake up about an hour later feeling Tommy snuggling up against me. Hes naked, and I can feel him press up against me. He slides his hand around on my belly for a moment, and settles in. I wrap my arm around him, and he sighs. I go back to sleep in seconds, and feeling so good. Its nice to fall asleep with someone you care deeply about. People just don’t understand that. I think only boy lovers really feel that. Maybe others do. but, I know us lovers of boys love that. Its so nice to wake up, and be intertwined or just next to that person. I’ve never had that before and I am getting to like it a lot. I hope it lasts. Was my last thought before I went……….

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