Date: Sat, 29 Mar 2003 23:13:51 +0000 From: Jeffrey Jeffy Subject: Amhesrt Academy Part 2 "Amherst Academy Part 2" By Jeffy All of the usual disclaimers apply. This story is entirely fictional. No house pets, rain forests or lab animals were harmed in the writing of this story. It is intended for adults only. You can send comments or constructive criticism to Jeffs71@Hotmail.com. Flames will be ignored so don't bother. This story has been copyrighted by the author. You may, of course, download it for your enjoyment, send it to your friends, even use it on your website as long as access to the site is free, it is not changed in any way and I'm credited as the author. This story depicts minors and adults having unprotected, unsafe sex. Obviously, this is not real life and should be taken as such. Otherwise, enjoy! Please check out my other stories, also posted in Nifty and ASSGM, and on my NEW homepage located at: http://www.ghouldrool.com/members/jeff/ With thanks to Frodo! * And the Angels Sing * Back Doodles * Be My Valentine * Big Bully * A Brewster Cousins Thanksgiving * Fool for Love * Jon and Brett * Little Brother and the Sex Club * The Littlest Wrestler * Party Animal * Take Two and Call Me in the Morning * Tied * "Y" Boy "Ooooo, I know!" - - A. Einstein Chapter 4 - So much to do . . . I'll always remember that summer as being one of almost frantic activity as I prepared for my new life at Amherst. I had things to buy and all kinds of arrangements to make as I struggled to get my life in order in preparation for this big move. The job and salary negotiations had moved quickly, mainly since Ron (Dr. Webber had insisted that I call him that) had basically given me everything I'd asked for in terms of salary and benefits. The one minor sticking point had turned out to be my demand for heated garage space for all of my vehicles. Especially since, in anticipation of the winters that far north, I'd gone right down to Royal Cadillac and bought a new Hummer, a bright yellow one fully loaded with every option they offered. Hey, I had all this filthy green stuff, might as well put it to good use. I also bought plenty of cold weather gear, investing in a good pair of boots (military surplus "Mickey" boots), parka, long underwear, and the like. Up there, I knew winter would come early and stay a while. I also did something that I thought never really thought of doing; I signed up for some self-defense classes at the local YMCA. I'd read about them and figured what the hell, I might be able to do that since they were geared toward the physically challenged and emphasized stick (or cane) handling techniques, a la James Caan in "The Killer Elite". Hell, I figured that already had a mean enough looking walking stick, I might as well learn how to use it properly. I think that these classes, tough as they were, actually had the effect of helping my self-image and self-reliance. I doubted I was up to "killer elite" status, but I felt reasonably confident that, if pressed, I could take care of myself (more or less). I suppose that I was just so used to being totally self-reliant that the accident shaken my self-image a bit. Strangely enough, I really enjoyed the vigorous physical activity and working up a good honest sweat. I was finding that I could do more than I'd previously thought, but if I pushed myself too hard my body definitely let me know it the next day. I also researched as much about Amherst as I could, just to make sure I knew what I was getting myself into (of course I really didn't know, despite all my research). As you might expect, the Internet was a great help in this particular endeavor. Amherst graduates almost uniformly went on to college and then to advanced degrees, and from there to incredible success in every walk of life. There were less than 300 students at any one time, but they were the absolute cream of the crop, from all over the country and even internationally. Interestingly enough, there appeared to be quite a number of students on scholarship, based solely on ability to pay. Hmmm, it seemed that they wanted the best and brightest even if the parents weren't wealthy. I was willing to bet they got a great deal of support from their alums, not only in monetary terms. In over a month of research, I couldn't find a single bad thing about Amherst. Finally, it came time to pack, or at least to choose what to take and what to leave. I'd arranged for a house sitting service to visit regularly, so I wasn't concerned about upkeep and such. I knew that I'd be getting fully furnished living quarters, so I figured that the furniture would stay, but I just had to take my big screen plasma TV and home theater system (more of that green stuff spent), as well as my substantial book collection (I've been a member of the Science Fiction Book Club since, oh, like 1979). I wanted to take just enough to make Amherst feel like home. Then I came to the decision that I'd been putting off; what to do about my firearms. As an avid collector, I had arms ranging from black powder muskets to an AR-15, various pistols, you name it. It had taken me years to amass my collection and I was hesitant to part with it, but I knew that guns and kids don't mix well. Finally, I decided to just take a couple of antiques, as well as a couple of handguns and at least one rifle of sufficiently heavy caliber to deal with any furred intruders up in the wilds. I only hoped that the school would let me keep them. Just to be on the safe side, I ordered a very elaborate gun safe to be delivered to my attention at the school. I left one blisteringly hot Friday in early August. I wanted enough time to settle in before all the boys arrived, and that was the date that they wanted me to start anyway. I drove the Super Bird, having arranged for the Hummer and my custom P/T Cruiser to be shipped up there. I was planning on taking my time and making the trip over two days, since I tended to get very stiff from sitting while driving. As I started out, I reflected how very glad I was that I'd had Karl install a modern air conditioner! I mean, when it's 89 degrees at 7 AM, you know it's going to be a hot day. On the whole I enjoyed the drive, although it was shaping up to be a typically heavy summer driving weekend, one of the reasons I wanted to take my time and not push it. Around early afternoon my belly was informing me, quite loudly, that it had been a while since breakfast. I'd been making very good time, so I decided to stop for a leisurely lunch. I pulled up at a large, crowded rest area. I mean, the place was packed! I just smiled, glad for once of the handicapped parking permit hanging from my rear view mirror. I parked right in front, opened my door, and nearly bowled over some guy and his two kids. The guy mumbled an apology, then stopped in his tracks. "Holy shit, a 1970 Super Bird! Jeez, that's like my dream car," he exclaimed, looking over my car with the lust of a horny teenager. I struggled to contain my laughter. I paused a second to take a good look at the three of them. The man was about my age I guessed, a bit taller than me, with light brown hair and a handsome face. He definitely looked like he took good care of himself if the size of his biceps were any indication. I turned my attention to his two sons, and was nearly bowled over myself by the vision of absolute loveliness before me. They were similar in build, slim and athletic, and about 8 and 11 years old respectively I guessed. God! Both had cute button noses, beautiful cheekbones, and sparkling green eyes. I was in love with these two at first sight. Both were beautiful strawberry blonds (why don't we call them redheads?). "Wow, cool car mister," the younger one chirped, "is it new?" "Yeah, totally rad wheels, I've never seen one like it before. How fast does it go?" His older brother was not to be outdone by the little one. "It's not new, it was built long before either of you were born. And it goes really fast," I told them. I figured introductions were in order. I held out my hand to the father. "Hi, I'm Jeff Smith. Nice to meet you." As we shook hands, he introduced himself and his sons. "Nice to meet you. I'm Bill Roberts, and these are my boys, Jimmy (he indicated the older boy) and the little devil there is Jay." "Everybody calls me Jay-Jay," the smaller boy piped up. I just smiled at them and shook hands with both boys, relishing even the small chance to touch them. They both had nice, firm grips, just like their father. I could see the deviltry in Jay-Jay's eyes, while Jimmy struck me as a very sweet kid. I held onto his smooth little hand a few seconds longer than was strictly necessary, which he didn't seem to mind. "Why don't we get out of this sun? Jeff, please, why don't you sit and eat with us? It'll make up us for nearly running you down in the parking lot," Bill said. I was glad to accept since I hated eating alone. As we got our food and sat down, I noticed that Jimmy was wearing a blue polo shirt with the Amherst crest on it. Could it possibly be? It seemed way too much to hope for. Then I saw that Jimmy had the latest "Wheel of Time" book tucked under his arm. I had the most recent one by Raymond Feist under my own arm, so I asked him what he was reading. He grinned as he held up his book, then his grin became almost a smirk as he saw the title of my book. We immediately launched into an animated discussion of their relative merits. Bill and Jay-Jay just looked bemused as we really went at it verbally. I took the position that, after 12 books, Robert Jordan needed to get it done already and wrap it up, but as far as Jimmy was concerned he'd be happy to see the series go on for ever. "Y'know, the two of you share the same brain," Bill told me while Jay-Jay just giggled. "Hey, I can't help it if your son shows good taste in his reading material," I informed him. Jimmy grinned at me, and believe me I felt it right down to my toes. Have you ever met someone and just really liked them from the start? That's how I felt about Jimmy. I already longed to run my fingers through his wonderful red hair, to caress his lovely face. I'd been sneaking peeks at both boys as we talked and ate, and both were incredibly gorgeous! Have you ever noticed that some boys, especially blonds and redheads, tend to be a bit on the fuzzy side? Not these two; they had only the slightest of hairs on their forearms, and none at all on their beautiful tanned legs (which I couldn't see very well because of their baggy long shorts). They both had cute little boyfeet and sweet little toes, which their sport sandals showed off nicely (OK, so that's one fashion trend that I do like). Jimmy was built like a swimmer, on the slim side, while Jay-Jay was a bit stockier. I had to make a conscious effort to keep up with the conversation rather than taking in the vista of boy-beauty in front of me. "So, are you going to Amherst Academy?" I asked Jimmy, "I couldn't help but notice your shirt." "Yep," he replied, "I'm a Number One this year. That's why I have to report so early." "Well, I'm on my way to become a teacher there." "Wow, cool!" Jimmy looked excited at the prospect. "Now, what's a Number One?" This was obviously something that Ron Webber had neglected to inform me of. Jimmy thought a second. "Every Housemaster has a Head Boy and a First Boy as like, his assistants. You know, they help him with the kids and all." I loved how he didn't consider himself one of the "kids". I nodded, thinking that it made sense, even though I hadn't really thought about it. After all, the kids had the Housemasters totally outnumbered, and they couldn't be everywhere at once. I couldn't help but feel that the school had a culture all it's own, one I had no experience or knowledge of. I looked forward to learning more and wondered what aspects of its peculiar sociology would trip me up to start with. "We call the First Boys 'Number Ones'. You know, like on Star Trek. Kind of like the Head Boy's first officer. Head boys are usually about 13 or 14, and most Number Ones are 12 or 13. I'm only 11, so I'm one of the youngest Number Ones ever!" Jimmy puffed out his chest and looked proud. I think this was when I fell hopelessly in love with Jimmy. He was so proud of himself and so happy he was helping. I could tell, in just my short time knowing him that he was s sober, responsible kid, not to mention sweet and very bright. It turned out that Bill had gotten permission to take Jay-Jay early (since he wasn't going to be a Number One) so he wouldn't have to make two trips. Before I knew it, we'd been talking for well over an hour. Now don't get me wrong, I could've stayed there and talked to them all day, but I did have to get going some time. Bill looked at his watch, and I knew he was thinking the same thing. We talked for a few more minutes, but we all knew we really had to get going. I had about 200 miles to go before I got to my scheduled stopping point for the night, and I suspected that Bill was planning on just driving straight on through. As we got to the parking lot and to our cars, Jimmy impulsively threw his arms around me and gave me a big hug. I just hugged him back, wishing it would never end. I glanced over at Bill, expecting at least a frown or glare (after all, we'd only just met) and was stunned to see a gentle, knowing smile on Bill's face. That when I knew, KNEW mind you that he was a BL just like me. Don't ask me how, but I knew it, and, looking at him, knew that he recognized that same thing in me. And it didn't look like he was upset about it, either. Finally, we parted. "Hey, I'll give you guys a ride in my car sometime. We'll see if I can get it over 100 miles an hour!" I just grinned at them. Jimmy grinned right back, totally unembarrassed by our recent public display of affection. "It's a date," he told me, while Jay-Jay just gave me the thumbs up sign. I rolled down the road, deep in thought. I'd made a very real connection with Jimmy in a very short time, but already I could tell we were kindred spirits. I still had a boner in my pants from his hug, that and being so close to two beautiful young boys for a couple of hours. And I wondered what that look Bill gave me meant. Had I read him wrong? Had I read all of them wrong? I hoped I'd see them again once I arrived at Amherst. As I drove on, the day just got hotter and hotter. I saw more than one car on the side of the road, smoking, and I hoped that my beloved Super Bird wouldn't be one of them. After all, it was an old car even though it had been completely rebuilt. I stuck with the route I'd planned out, I-95 the whole way, along with about a bizillion other people, or so it seemed. Finally, I came to a huge traffic jam, and had to stop right there in the middle of the highway. Shit, there was stopped traffic as far as the eye could see. I knew something major must have happened, so I whipped out my phone and called Shadow Traffic. I was right, there was a major accident up ahead. Early reports were that two tanker trucks had collided under an overpass and were on fire. When I inquired about alternate routes, the guy just laughed and told me that this was one of the busiest travel weekends of the year and every alternate for 50 miles around was jammed up. I sat there, for well over an hour before deciding that I wasn't going any farther today. I pulled on to the shoulder (I know, it's not legal, but I was desperate. I didn't want to sit in the car all day) and rode as far as the next exit. I saw an Edison Suites hotel sign sticking up over the trees, and I made a beeline for it, navigating by instinct. I had a very good idea that hotel rooms were going to be in short supply tonight, and I wanted to get there. I had vivid memories of trying to drive to work every day when I-78 had the trash fire under it and the bridge melted and I had no desire to relive that disaster, thank you. Finally I got there, parked the car right up front and got in line. It seemed that a lot of other folks had the same idea I did, and the line was very long. I just prayed that they didn't run out of rooms before I got to the front of the massive line. I stood, waited, leaned on my walking stick, and waited. Before too long my hip began to ache, but there was no way I was giving up my place in line for an instant. I gritted my teeth and waited, finally getting to the front of the line. A very harried young clerk waited on me. I'd have found him cute at any other time, but right now I just wanted to get into some decent air conditioning and off of my feet. "All we have left are large suites, one bedroom, two king sized beds," he told me. "Fine, that'll be great," I told him, handing over my credit card. "Make that for two nights, just in case." I didn't want to be stuck if it took them a while to clear the accident, and heaven forbid, rebuild the road "No problem," the clerk assured me, "here you are, suite 1301. That's around to the left there." I thanked him and sighed in relief. At least I had a place to stay for the night! I limped over to an empty easy chair in the lobby and sat a minute before going to get my bag and stuff. Suddenly the clerk at the front desk announced, "That's it folks, sorry, we're all full up. No more rooms, sorry, that's it!" He promptly put up a sign and closed the front desk before the folks in they could vent their frustration on him. Smart kid! I'd been so lucky to find someplace! I sighed again in relief, and then looked at the crowded lobby. The line was beginning to break up as everyone realized that they'd have to try someplace else, or just camp out in the car. Then I spotted Bill, Jimmy, and Jay-Jay looking dispirited and beginning to walk toward the door. "Bill, hey!" I waved them over. "Hey, Jeff. Were you one of the lucky ones?" he asked me. "Yeah, I got a room. You?" "No. Guess we try someplace else, but something tells me our luck isn't going to be any better. I think we may have to camp out in the car." The boys looked ready to cry at the prospect, and Bill didn't look much happier himself at the thought. "Why don't you stay with me?" I didn't even think about it, the words just popped right out of my mouth. "We couldn't impose on you like that . . ." I could tell he wanted to be talked into it. "Look, I've got a large suite with two double beds in it, and I can only sleep in one of them. Of course, that's only if all three of you pass the test." Bill grinned, and the boys looked a little anxious. Jay-Jay piped up. "What's the test?" "Do any of you snore?" "Jay-Jay does," Jimmy pointed at his brother, laughing. "Do not!" Jay-Jay looked thunderous. They were getting ready to do brotherly battle, which Bill forestalled by hugging them both close and putting his hand over Jay-Jay's mouth. I could tell from the boy's face that he was getting back at his father by licking his hand, the little devil! What had I gotten myself into here? "Well, anyone who snores gets a dirty sock stuffed in his mouth," I told them. They all laughed at my remark. As we began to walk out, Bill pulled me aside. "Listen, at least let me pay for half the room," he begged. "Nope, that money was already spent whether nor not you were staying with me. I will let you buy me dinner, though. Now let's get going. I saw an Olympic sized pool back there, and I intend to go swimming to work out the kinks from sitting and driving so much." Bill grinned at me, then we went back out into the blistering heat to collect our bags. That done, we located our suite and went inside. I immediately turned the air conditioning up as high as it would go and surveyed the surroundings. Nice, very nice. There was a big den, desk, and a huge bedroom with two big beds. If I had to be stranded somewhere, this wasn't bad at all. Bill agreed. "Not bad, very not bad," he told me. The boys stripped off their shirts and went over to stand in front of the air conditioning vents. They looked so beautiful with the sweat standing out on their tanned skin and their nipples beginning to harden from the chill. Both boys had wonderful little physiques, with Jay-Jay being just a bit on the stocky side. Their nipples were the most delicate shade of pink, and I longed to go suck on them. I tore my eyes off of them with an effort. Bill was looking at me again with the indecipherable look of his. But if we were all going to live together for the next day or so I needed to clear the air. I called the boys, and Bill, over. "OK guys, we need to talk about something," I told them taking a deep breath. "You might have noticed I walk with a cane." They nodded. "I was in a bad car accident a while back, one that left me with a lot of scars. I just want you guys to know so you don't get freaked out." They all nodded again. "Good," I told them. "I don't know about anyone else, but I want a nice swim in the pool." I stripped off my shirt and faced them. The boys, bless them, didn't flinch. They just got a bit closer, and being curious boys, began to touch me. Jimmy was touching my chest, while Jay-Jay seemed fascinated by at the way the surgeons had rebuilt my arm. Bill started to stop them, then held his peace as I shook my head at him. They were very gentle; I found their touch to be very, very soothing. Not to mention more than a little arousing. "I'll bet that hurt," Jimmy breathed. "Yep, more than you can imagine," I told him. Jimmy turned his chin toward me and pointed to a thin white scar on it. "I got this one from jumping down the basement steps when I was five. And this one," he pointed to his leg, "is from the neighbors dog. She got bitchy when she was pregnant and bit me." I had to stifle a laugh. I nobly resisted the temptation to tell him that such behavior wasn't limited to canines. Jay-Jay spoke up. "I got this one last year when I had to had to get my appenditix taken out." He pulled his shorts down a bit to show me his scar. He was co incredibly cute he was absolutely edible, especially the way he mispronounced appendix. My eyes teared up at that moment. They were telling me they didn't consider me to be any different because of the way I looked. They had scars, I had scars, no big deal. I grabbed them both in a big hug, then rolled around on the bed, tickling them like crazy. Soon we were all laughing like fools, Bill included as he waded into the fray. "OK," I laughed, "I've gotta go pee and then we're going swimming!" I walked into the bathroom, pulled my shorts down, and let fly. I almost pissed all over the floor when Jimmy walked in, stood beside me, and did the same thing. God, he was beautiful! If I hadn't been in mid-piss I'd have sprung wood in a second. He had the cutest little dick, maybe an inch and a half flaccid, and little marble sized balls tucked in tight underneath. I could see the little booger checking me out from the corner of his eye, too. We both finished, pulled up our shorts, and walked out, just like it was nothing. I rummaged through my bag for a pair of shorts to use as swim trunks while the boys did the same. I kept my back to them as I changed, and then we were all ready. I wanted to do some laps to work out the kinks before I played with the boys. I knew they'd want to play in the pool. On the way out, we turned on the TV for a minute and were treated to a view of two tanker trucks wedged under an overpass, burning merrily. The commentator mentioned that one of them was full of gasoline, and the other was carrying, of all things, jet fuel. The firemen, not being fools, were prepared to let the fire burn itself out (which could take days) as long as it didn't explode. The commentator went on to say that the fire was so hot that any water sprayed on it would separate into its component oxygen and hydrogen and actually feed the fire. The concrete and steel beams of the overpass were melting, running like soft candle wax. Meanwhile, one of the main northeast corridors was closed for fifty miles in both directions since the overpass was the main alternate in the area to I-95. What a mess! Bill and I shared a look, knowing that we weren't going anywhere today, and possibly not tomorrow. I could think of worse places to be stuck. I turned off the TV and we all adjourned to the pool. The pool was a really nice one, half indoors and half outdoors, not to mention huge. I swam about 20 laps and could feel the knots working themselves out. I'd definitely done too much sitting today! Feeling better, I swam over to where Bill was taking turns throwing the boys in the pool. I snuck up behind Jay-Jay and gave him a good heave; he made a huge splash as he landed! Far from being upset, he came up laughing. "Again!" He told me. I obliged, relishing the feel of his smooth, tanned skin under my hands. The boys then decided to switch, and I found myself with Jimmy crawling all over me, wanting to be thrown (not that I objected). He was a bit harder since he was bigger, and I was soon a bit out of breath. The boys saw this, so we switched to a game of 'Pool Shark' with yours truly as the shark. We had a grand old time playing tag, until the boys decided that they wanted to swim between my legs. As Jimmy swam through, he reached out and gave my dick a healthy squeeze. To say I was startled would be an understatement! I was even more shocked when Jay-Jay did the same thing! They took turns swimming between my legs, getting progressively bolder, giving my dick longer and harder squeezes with their small hands. Finally, they were out of breath and swam up to me, clinging like small limpets, one on each side. Jimmy was on my right, while Jay-Jay was on my left. Both of them had their small, rock-hard boy-boners pressed into my side. Figuring that turnabout was fair play, I grabbed both of their dicks through their swimsuits. Both boys just grinned wider at me, enjoying the touch. Jay-Jay shifted his position, getting a better grip (or so I thought), but he had a surprise for me. When I went to grab his dicklet again, I found that he'd pulled his shorts aside and I got a handful of bare (and rock-hard) little boy dick and balls. I looked at him from a distance of about six inches, totally shocked at his behavior. The little devil just giggled, delighted. I decided to tease him a bit, so I began to wank him in earnest, loving the way his breathing deepened. I used short, firm strokes on his two and a half inch dickie until he scrunched up his cute face, just about to orgasm. Then I stopped, took my hand off of his dick, and just held him. Jimmy knew exactly what I'd done and started to giggle. That'd serve Jay-Jay right for playing his little joke on me! It took Jay-Jay a minute or so to come down from his sexual almost-high as Bill came swimming up. Did he have a clue as to what we'd been doing? Apparently not. The boys wanted to have a chicken-fight (how appropriate!) and in a flash I had Jimmy up on my shoulders while Jay-Jay was in the same position on his dad. We had a fun wet time of it, with both boys getting dunked repeatedly. Bill's height advantage was offset by Jimmy's bigger size, so the boys were pretty evenly matched. By the time we wee done, I was feeling pretty bushed. We all repaired back to our nicely cool suite, where I planned to take a nap. "Wake me for dinner, OK? How's 6:30-ish with you guys?" "Sounds good. We just may join you in a nap," Bill told me. "The more the sleepier," I shot back, getting a laugh. I grabbed a quick shower, then settled in for a nice power nap. Bill and the boys were in the den watching TV as I drifted off. I must have been more tired as I thought since I dropped right off. I woke up with the feeling of having slept very, very deeply. I also became aware of a warm, Jimmy-shaped lump curled up against me. He was cuddled up against my chest, his soft, even breaths gently disturbing my chest hair. I guess he just liked to cuddle, since there was plenty of room on the bed for not only the two of us but probably Bill and Jay-Jay. Looking over, I saw that Bill and Jay-Jay were on the other bed, also curled up together. Jimmy had been right about Jay-Jay! The little imp was on his back, snoring softly, cradled in the crook of his father's arm. I glanced over at the bedside clock. It read 6:22. I yawned and stretched, looking down at Jimmy. His face was so beautiful in repose, totally free from worries or concerns. I wished that I could stay there forever! Much as I hated to wake him, I knew we all had to get up soon to eat dinner, and I was starving! My stomach was telling me in no uncertain terms that it had been a long while since lunch at the rest stop. And even then it had been fast food, not real food. I wanted to wake Jimmy up, but in a special way. I separated myself from his warm, smooth body (reluctantly) and he stirred in his sleep, rolled partially onto his back, then settled back to sleep with a deep sigh. Perfect! I moved close to him again, careful not to disturb my little sleeping angel. Reaching out ever so gently, I began to caress his beautiful face with only my fingertips. I kept my touch very, very light, just barely making contact with his skin. Looking at him this closely, I could see that he had a smattering of light freckles on his nose and cheeks. He was the most perfect creature I'd ever seen! I could feel him stir a bit under my hands, not quite waking. He turned over onto his stomach, sighing, and I was treated to another perfect view of this incredible boy. I began to lightly stroke his smooth, tanned, muscled back. I found just the curve of his spine to be so sensuous! I think he must have woken up, because he began to sigh and squirm in pleasure as I explored every inch of his back, all the way down to there the sheets covered his luscious butt. I was tempted to move the sheet and see if he's let me go lower, but I didn't want to overstep and besides his father was in the next bed! Jimmy surprised me by rolling over onto his back right at that point. He had a small, lazy smile on his lips as he looked up at me from lowered lashes. He stretched slowly, than put his hands behind his head, exposing his smooth, hairless underarms. The message was clear enough: do whatever you want, I'm yours. I had to just stop and take in the incredible sight before me. We all have our turn-ons, and for me that's a young boy's chest, nipples, and smooth bare underarms. And shit, was Jimmy ever gorgeous! His slim, muscled chest and flat tummy almost drive me wild! I found myself doing what I've always wanted to do to a boy, namely caress him from his face to his waistline. His skin felt so soft and warm under my hands! I began at his collarbones, determined to touch any and everywhere that Jimmy would let me. This might be my only time with him, and I was determined to make it special for him (and myself). I worked my way down his lovely, tight body, taking my time, gently exploring every square inch of my willing littler lover's skin. He even let me caress his wonderful, bare, soft, hairless underarms. Talk about warm, not to mention soft! I kept my touch firm so I wouldn't tickle him, which he seemed to appreciate. I ended my caressing by stroking his smooth tummy in a circular motion while Jimmy cooed and sighed. By this time my dick was so hard in my pants that I thought it would burst through my shorts! I backed off for a second and just looked at Jimmy as he looked back at me, smiling. His smile got even wider as he slowly pulled the sheet aside, revealing that he was naked. God! He was perfection personified! I slowly looked down, past his flat tummy and smooth abdomen, to where his wonderful, hard dick throbbed in time with his heart. It was about 3 inches long and quite slim as it jutted proudly from his hairless pubic mound. His balls were cute little marbles tucked tightly below. I looked into his eyes, aware that I was about to take an irrevocable step, and I found only love and trust there. I reached out to stroke that perfect little organ. Abruptly, Jay-Jay sat up in bed and announced, "I gotta pee!" He then scampered off to the bathroom without so much as a backward glance. I quickly covered Jimmy with the blanket before Bill woke up and saw what I was about to do to his young son. I heard him stirring in the next bed and I knew that we had to get going. I sighed as I got up and playfully slapped Jimmy on his bare ass. Jay-Jay came out of the bathroom and stared at Jimmy. "Boner alert! Boner alert! Jimmy has a boner! Boner alert!" Jay-Jay danced around, attempting to grab Jimmy's boner while Jimmy tried to grab his. Finally, they were both successful at the same time (on purpose I think) and just stood there, each other's boner in hand. Then, incredibly, they got closer, put one arm around each other, and began to wank each other in earnest. I was stunned by the raw sexuality of it. 'Some sight, eh?" Shit, I hadn't noticed Bill coming over to stand beside me and his comment almost startled me out of my skin! Far from being upset at their actions, he gazed lovingly at his two boys. My suspicions about them crystallized. 'Yeah," I breathed as the two brothers continued to wank away right in front of me. They picked up the tempo as they worked toward their mutual boyish orgasms. "OK guys, come on, we gotta get going. We can have fun later!" So saying, Bill separated the two little wankers. Jay-Jay retaliated by trying to grab his father's erect dick through his underwear, but Bill, clearly having long experience with this, grabbed Jay-Jay firmly by his balls, forcing the boy up on his toes. After a second he desisted, grinning, and went to put on his shorts. Jimmy, already dressed, plastered himself to my side; I could heel his still-hard boy-dick rubbing against me. What a little hornball! We all got dressed, then went to the office to inquire about any good steak places around. Then, directions in hand, we all got in my car. The boys looked excited as I fired up the big hemi, while Bill looked almost like he was ready to cum! We all buckled in and I headed out at a sedate pace. Once we hit the entrance ramp to the local state highway, I decided to show off a little so I floored it. The big hemi engine roared as we passed 100 MPH while we were still on the ramp and got on the highway, slowing down to a saner pace. Jay-Jay and Jimmy whooped and laughed from the back seat, but Bill just went white-knuckled. Guess I caught him by surprise! Once there, we found that it was an all you can eat type place with a huge buffet offering everything from salad to dessert. We all dug in with a vengeance. Finally sated (after three desserts each for the boys and two for Bill and myself) we headed back to the hotel. It was still only 8 PM, much too early for bed, and I needed to work off that huge dinner. Bill handed the boys a $10 bill and they headed off to play video games in the small arcade, while we went to the bar. There was some college football game on the big screen TV in the crowded bar as Bill and I got our drinks and sat at a secluded table. We drank in companionable silence for a bit, then bill started. "I just wanted to explain about the boys," he began, taking a deep breath. "My wife died about a year and a half ago. Breast cancer." "I'm sorry," I told him. I could see that his grief was still fresh, despite the length of time and I knew that he'd truly loved her. "Thanks," he responded with a little smile. "I went through a very bad time after she passed. If it wasn't for the boys, well, I don't know what would've happened. Anyway, the boys wanted to sleep in my bed at first and I didn't have the heart to say no. We cuddled for comfort, but along the line it became something more. One night I found myself with a hard on and Jay-Jay's hands in my underwear. I know, I know, I should've stopped him, but it felt so good, and it'd been so long." He paused for a moment, looked up, and saw my smile. I was just imagining him waking up with the little scamp's hands around his hard dick. "Anyway, it wasn't long before the boys stopped wearing clothes around the house, and of course Jimmy wanted to play too. They'd gotten into the Nifty Archive by then too, and that gave them ideas that they just had to try out for themselves." I smiled again, wanting to try out a few of those ideas myself. "So that's why I didn't get too upset at the way you looked at the boys. Don't bother denying it, it takes one to know one!" We both laughed at that, then we ordered another round of drinks and continued talking. "You do know you've really made a connection with Jimmy. He's ready to have your love child if you asked him to." "I know," I replied soberly. "You have to know I'd never hurt him. . ." Bill put his hand on my arm. "If I thought you would, we wouldn't be having this conversation. I also think you've fallen for him just as big-time as he's fallen for you." Bill gave me a sharp look. "You're right there. He's captured my heart, that's for sure! He's just such a great kid, so smart, funny, and by God sexy! You've done a great job by yourself." "Thanks," he replied. "I have to ask this, but you don't have any diseases I need to know about, do you?" "Nope," I replied. "In fact, the last time I had sex was in High School. Prom night." Bill looked a bit shocked at that. "I've always been attracted to young boys," I continued, "But I've never felt right about doing anything about it. For a long time I felt guilty and hated myself for it. Then I got onto the Internet, and well, met others like myself. Chatting helped, believe it or not, convince me I wasn't such a deviant." Bill looked thoughtful. "I think we might have chatted on the Net. Is your nick Jeffy?" I was shocked, realizing that we had indeed chatted. "You're Bil99?" He nodded, grinning, then we both indulged in another round of laughter. We'd been chat biddies for some time, chatting occasionally, always enjoying it. What a small world! By now it was approaching 10 and to tell the truth we were both more than a bit tanked and decided to go back to the room, where the boys were no doubt waiting for us. They were. In fact, they were both waiting for us and completely nude, watching some movie on TV. They looked so damn cute I wanted to ravish them both on the spot! Bill and I went in and sat down with the boys. Jimmy promptly plopped himself nakedly down on my lap, while Jay-Jay did the same to Bill. "They're wasted!" Jimmy laughed, smelling my breath. Both he and Jay-Jay giggled. "I beg your pardon," I said, tickling Jimmy, "I'm only half wasted!" Jimmy squirmed on my lap, delighted at the tickling. I think he just loved any physical contact. In his squirming his face came close to mine, so I took the opportunity to close in for a kiss. As our lips met the sweet scent of a boy literally overwhelmed me. This was way more intoxicating than the booze I'd drunk earlier! Jimmy, not being the shy type, threw his arms around my neck and leaned into the kiss hard. I was unprepared for his sexual aggression and could only hang on for dear life as Jimmy pressed the kiss home and our tongues danced with each other like crazy. I explored every bit of his mouth as out tongues slithered wetly against each other for some timeless time. Finally we separated, a thin rope of drool still joining our mouths. We backed off a bit, panting. Bill and Jay-Jay were staring at us, spellbound. Maybe it was the booze, but I found that I really didn't mind the audience. I picked Jimmy up and carried him into the bedroom. Strangely enough, I didn't even notice not having my stick. I plopped Jimmy on the bed, intending to devour his lovely body, when he tugged at my belt. "C'mon, get naked!" I was more then willing to comply. Just as soon as my underwear came off, Jimmy, having his own agenda, pounced on my dick, licking it all over then sucking it into his hot, wet, velvety mouth before I could do anything about it. Oh shit but he was good! His tongue toyed with my piss slit while his smooth little hands worked on my balls. His teeth never once made contact with my dick. I was in heaven as the boy sucked like a Hoover, intent on making me come. I tried to pry him off, but he wasn't having any. "Jimmy, baby, back off a little, you'll make me come in your mouth," I told him. He just sucked harder. I lay back, knowing that short of physically prying him off of me, there was no way he'd stop until I came. I touched Jimmy everywhere I could reach, stroking his head and neck, underarms and nipples, gently tweaking the latter. I was trying to hold back with every ounce of my strength, but losing the battle as Jimmy's mouth continued to suction my throbbing dick. Finally, I could hold back no longer. I tensed, feeling my balls boil, then my dick twitched madly as I began to flood Jimmy's mouth. He swallowed like a champ as I yelled out loud with the intensity of my climax. It seemed like I'd never stop shooting as I saw stars and the ground literally shook under me. Finally, I came back to myself as Jimmy gently nursed on my softening cock. I had to resist the urge to roll over and go to sleep. When I had recovered enough from my titanic orgasm, Jimmy gave me a deep, hungry, slightly cummy kiss. I found that I didn't mind the taste as our tongues once again intertwined. Determined to have my way with him, I rolled him over onto his back and began to tickle his ribs. He giggled, trying to stop me, when I quit tickling and began to lick his chest, gently nipping his nipples (pardon the pun). I couldn't believe how good and fresh he tasted as I swirled my tongue around his left nipple, sucking it into my mouth. Then I did something I've always wanted to do. I forced Jimmy's arm up over his head, exposing his tender, white underarm, which I began to lick with long strokes of my tongue, as if I was a cat washing him. Jimmy squawked and tried to pull his arm down, but I held it in place as I began to lick his entire underarm. It tasted as warm and soft as I'd always imagined! Coming up for air, I noticed that Jimmy had stopped struggling and had now put both arms above his head, inviting me to do his other underarm, which I gladly did. I was in heaven! I kissed and licked my way down his wonderful, smooth body until I got to his bellybutton, which I licked, making Jimmy giggle. He had the cutest little outie! As I got down to his crotch, I took the time to gently stroke and examine his little soldier, which was presently standing at full attention. It was so smooth, so perfect, with it's little pink head! Jimmy convulsed in his first orgasm as I stroked his glans with my fingertip. Talk about a short fuse! His little dick remained rock hard (ah youth!) even after his dry orgasm, so I licked his hairless pubes until he calmed down, then I licked his beautiful boy-dick like it was the world's tastiest Popsicle before popping it into my mouth to give a good sucking. Jimmy writhed and moaned on the bed, making incoherent sounds as I stepped up my oral attack and his dick twitched wildly in my mouth as he had yet another dry orgasm. He collapsed on the bed, panting and sweating. I wasn't through with him yet. Letting his dick go, I sucked both of his balls into my mouth, getting yet another moan out of him, then worked my way down to his cute little boyhole. Jimmy helpfully spread his legs for me to give me greater access, and for the first time in my life I gazed on a boy's pink, perfect hole. However, it wasn't the puckered little hole I expected. It was open and round, definitely the butthole of a boy who'd taken it up the ass often. Now I knew how deep Bill's love for them really ran. I licked around his hole, making Jimmy flinch in anticipation, then, unable to resist, began to tongue fuck the boy, jabbing my tongue in and out as fast as I could, causing him to orgasm once again. I found that my dick was once again hard, so I maneuvered us into 69 position (a bit of a task given the differences in our heights) and once again found heaven sucking on my lover-boy's perfect little dick. I really took my time working it with my tongue and lips while working a finger up his not so virgin ass. Finally, we both convulsed in orgasm once again. I was totally spent! My final task of the night was to spoon Jimmy's unresponsive form into mine and lean over to turn off the light. Both of us sank into an exhausted, satisfied sleep. The next morning I woke up in the nicest possible way: in bed with a naked boy! As I was awakened by urgent demands of my bladder to be emptied, I slowly became aware of the small, smooth, warm form snuggled against me. I peered down at Jimmy sleeping peacefully in the morning light and thought that I could stay in that position forever if not for the fact that I'd shortly pee all over the bed. I gently extracted myself from his sleeping form and limped off to the bathroom, where I proceeded to take a world-record wizz. When I was finally empty, I brushed by teeth (morning breath, bleh!), went back and climbed back into the warm bed behind my boy, gently stroking his back. He stirred, not quite waking. The enormity of what I'd done the night before came flooding back to me. I'd actually made love to a boy. Sure, there hadn't been any intercourse involved, but it was lovemaking nonetheless. Was what I'd done right? Jimmy had, to be sure, been not only a willing but an eager participant, but still did that make it right? Had I inadvertently brought harm to this wonderful kid? The thoughts just ran through my brain as I got more and more uncomfortable about what we'd done. Just then Jimmy stirred, rolling over onto his back, the covers sliding off of his beautiful, nude form. He looked like some priceless porcelain sculpture lying there, all red hair and white and tanned skin. I just had to smile as I noticed that Little Jimmy was already up and standing at attention! I just couldn't resist reaching out with one finger and stroking the silky smooth, warm head and shaft. I could feel a thrill shiver run up Jimmy's still-sleeping form. My doubts about the morality of what we'd done retreated to the back of my brain and hovered back there, like a vulture waiting to pounce. I stroked my hand gently over his smooth, lightly muscled chest. He felt so soft and warm, so alive! Jimmy couldn't quite help the little smile that came to his lips; the little booger was awake! I continued to stroke, teasing him, until I got to his smooth armpit, which I stroked lightly with a fingertip, tickling him. He tried to keep a straight face, but he lost the battle as he broke up, giggling and thrashing around on the bed, until he cried "Uncle!" and sprinted to the bathroom to pee. I looked over to the other bed, only to find Bill and Jay-Jay, um, involved. That is, I assume that they were. I could only see Bill's head above the covers, as well as the lump that I assumed was Jay-Jay under the covers in the vicinity of Bill's crotch, moving up and down. Abruptly, I realized that Jay-Jay had decided to wake up his dad with a good-morning blowjob. The kid was totally shameless! Jimmy got back from peeing and got into bed, lying on top of me. His slight form wasn't a burden at all as he gazed into my eyes from a distance of about one inch. Apparently he found whatever he was looking for, because he began to kiss my face all over, pausing only to stick his tongue out and lick where he'd just kissed. Ewwwww, talk about dragon-breath! I sent him off to the bathroom to brush. He retaliated by bending over, mooning me, then spreading his cheeks to give me a nice long look at his pink little hole. If I didn't have a hard on before, I sure had one now! My little devil/angel (depending on the moment) returned from the bathroom with minty fresh breath, which he put to good use in kissing me. I sighed as our tongues intertwined and Jimmy pressed his smooth, tight little body against mine. I could feel his little boner poking me in the side. I fended him off with difficulty. "Whoa kiddo, hold on a second, I want to talk to you," I told him. He kept trying to stick his tongue in my mouth. Finally, I was able to gat a secure hold on my amorous little octopus. My doubts from the night before were back in spades. "I'm not sure what we did last night was right, or fair to you," I told him. "Huh? Whaddya mean, I wanted to, as much as you did," he informed me. I had to smile. "I know baby, but..." How could I explain to him what I didn't quite understand myself? "I'm in a position of power, because I'm an adult and you're a kid, not to mention the fact that I'm a teacher at a school where you're a student." Jimmy made a face and gave me a raspberry. I think I knew where he stood on the subject. "I mean, what if I graded you in school based on your having sex with me? What would happen then?" "I'd get the best grade in the history of the school! An A+++++," Jimmy said, laughing. What a little goofball! "Kids are conditioned to do what adults tell them to, I mean, it's an uneven relationship no matter how..." Jimmy gave me his very best "Are You Nuts?" look. "First of all," he explained loftily," we're not there yet. Which means I'm not a student yet and you're not a teacher yet." I opened my mouth, then shut it again. He did have a point. "And second of all, I didn't do anything because you said it, I did it because I love you, and I wanted to do it. And I wanna do it again!" What a special, not to mention smart, boy! What had I ever done to deserve such love? I just held Jimmy close, amazed at how much I loved this boy after knowing him less than 24 hours. I'd never believed in love at first glance, but I almost believed it now. We were rudely interrupted by Jimmy's stomach, which gurgled loudly, demanding some breakfast. We both broke up at that. Jay-Jay and Bill were just lying together, cuddling, so I assumed that they'd finished whatever they were doing. When I inquired about breakfast, I was met with a chorus of, "Waffle House! Waffle House!" from the boys. It seemed that our breakfast plans had been made, so we ambled off to the nearest Waffle House to chow down on tons of waffles and syrup. The boys used enough syrup to be on a sugar high the rest of the day! After stuffing ourselves shamelessly, we went back to our suite, where I booted up my laptop and began to look for a good way around the snarled traffic nightmare that was I-95. I saw on the news that the tanker trucks had finally burned themselves out and now the firefighters were waiting for the molten mess to cool down enough to begin repair work on both the roadway and the bridge. I went to every traffic site that I could think of, and quite a few I found on Google, as well as calling the traffic number on my cell phone, and they all seemed to agree on one thing: stay off the roads! It seemed that everyone was doing the same thing I was, except that they were doing it in their cars. There were major jams all over the place, again! After about an hour and a half, I was forced to conclude that we'd probably be better off staying put for another day while people came to their senses and (hopefully) the authorities would be able to get some sort of temporary bridge in place. Swearing like a sailor, I shut down my computer and rubbed my eyes. Suddenly, I had a lap full of squirming boy! A lapful of giggling, squirming Jay-Jay to be exact. Apparently he wanted to play too! Getting into the spirit of things I tickled his ribs mercilessly until he was begging me to stop, so of course I began to tickle his feet instead, sending him into further gales of hysterical laughter. The soles of his feet were thickly calloused, evidence of his going without shoes for most of the summer, whereas Jimmy's were nice and soft. Finally Jay-Jay sat on my lap, panting and with a good case of the hiccups. I reached under his shirt and began to caress his soft, warm skin, gently pinching and playing with his nipples. I could feel his heart speed up and his breathing quicken as the boy began to get excited. He began to squirm on my lap. Jimmy and Bill wandered in and inquired as to how my traffic search went. Both of them were perfectly at ease with the fact that I had Jay-Jay on my lap and my hands under his shirt. "Wonderful," I told them, "as long as you want to sit in traffic for five or six hours at a minimum. I don't know about you guys, but with the heat up to 90 already, I don't think that's a great idea. I think our best bet is to just stay put for another day and see if things clear out by tomorrow." Jimmy smiled, no doubt thinking of all the fun we could have (OK, so was I, so sue me) and Bill looked rueful, no doubt thinking that he'd have to call out on Monday. We all agreed that we should stay put. The boys, of course, immediately announced that they were bored. "Hmmm," I told them, still caressing Jay-Jay's warm, soft skin, "I think I saw a mini-golf place on the way back from dinner last night. You guys up for it?" I was met with a chorus of cheers. It seemed that they were indeed up for it. We all went back out into the oppressive heat and piled into the car. We found the place without too much trouble. It was like the world's coolest putt-putt course with batting cages, a driving range, full pro shop, and 36 of the toughest holes you've ever seen for a mini-golf course. No windmills or giraffes here! We all had great fun, especially the boys. They also loved it when Bill or I went into the rocks, or any of the numerous water hazards on the course. Of course we got the just as much amusement out of it when THEY went into the hazards! We played 18, had lunch (hamburgers, hot dogs and of course milkshakes) then played another 18. By this time it was the hottest part of the day and we were all dripping. That is, Bill and the boys were; I was about to spontaneously combust! We all agreed to head back to the hotel and the pool, which had never seemed more inviting than it did now. I swear it must have been 100 out! Bill and I guzzled ice water and sat in the indoor portion of the huge pool while the boys played nearby. They'd found some new friends a little older than they were and were currently playing a spirited game of pool tag. The older boys looked to be 12 and 13 or so respectively, and were very cute. I was pretty sure that Jay-Jay grabbed the older one's dick underwater from the surprised squawk that the older boy let out. Soon, Bill and I decided that a nice power nap was just the thing before getting ready for dinner, so we repaired back to our suite, telling the boys to play nice and not to be too long. They said they would, and wouldn't, respectively, but Jay-Jay's naughty grin put me in doubt of that! "God, they really keep you on your toes, don't they?" "They do that," Bill responded, "they do that! You do know that both of them are totally in love with you, don't you?" "Me?" I was shocked. I mean sure, I'd fallen for the little rascals, but I had no idea they felt that way about me. "I have to confess, I'm feeling a little guilty," I told him. "Why?" I could tell that Bill was a bit surprised at this admission. "It's hard to put into words, but I can't help but feel that I've taken advantage of Jimmy somehow. I mean, I know, he wanted to and all, but..." Bill then surprised me then by laughing, long and loud. Finally he ran down and wiped his eyes, still chuckling. "You think way to much," he informed me. "Do you seriously think that the boys would do anything they didn't really want to, or that I'd let ANYONE take advantage of them?" "Well, no," I replied, somewhat sheepishly. "Believe me, they're working on their own agenda, especially Jimmy. He saw the way you looked at him and had his eye on you right from the start. And Jay-Jay, don't even get me started on how much that boy wants you!" My heart sped up at this. I wanted Jay-Jay too, in the worst (not to mention the best and EVERY) way, but was a bit hesitant to do too much with him. "Besides," Bill went on, "you'll get over it fast at Amherst. My boys tell me that it hasn't changed too much since I was there in the 70's, so believe me you're in for an adventure!" With that somewhat cryptic statement Bill turned over, facing away from me and I was left to ponder what he'd said as I drifted off to sleep. After what seemed like only a minute, I woke up out of a very sound sleep. You know, when you wake up and you feel like you've gotten a really good nap? That's the way I felt as I stretched, yawned, and felt the warm, Jay-Jay shaped lump cuddled against my back. I rolled over, taking the soundly sleeping boy in my arms. He stirred a bit, then sighed and dropped right back off to dreamland. Pillowed against me, I cold feel how warm and soft he felt, not to mention his little woody pressed against my stomach. Didn't that thing ever go down? Ah, youth! I began to caress Jay-Jay gently, not wanting to wake him quite yet, when he abruptly turned over onto his back and began to snore these cute little-boy snores. I had full access to his sleeping body as I played with his nipples, then moved down and began stroking his little throbber with one finger. It was small, slim, hard as could be, and absolutely perfect. Underneath, tucked in tight to his body, were his two little jellybeans inside their silky soft, hairless little pouch. I rolled them around in my hand, gently squeezing, marveling at how soft and warm they were. I glanced up and say Jay-Jay looking down at me, smiling. The little faker! How long had he been awake? I played with his balls as he grinned even wider and spread his legs, giving me full access to his smooth, tight little body. I grinned right back as I took his dicklet and balls into my mouth, sucking and tonguing like crazy. I felt like I wanted to gobble him right up from head to toe! As I sucked I moved my hands up on his body, touching and feeling everything I could reach, until I got to his nipples. I caressed and played with them until they were nice and perky; I got a great reaction from Jay-Jay; he moaned and began to squirm on the bed. Releasing his spit-slick dickie and balls, I began to follow the prominent line of raised flesh that led from his balls to his butthole. He was especially sensitive there, as his increased squirms testified to. Finally, I got down to his cute little butthole. Looking at it, so pink, so clean, so open, I realized that this was a boy-pussy, not a butthole! I'd always dreamed of doing this! Rather experimentally, I licked around his clean little boyhole. I wasn't too sure what to expect, but it didn't taste or smell dirty. Actually, it tasted rather clean and definitely yummy. Encouraged, I licked harder, riming Jay-Jay for all I was worth. He'd stopped squirming around and was now just lying on the bed on his back, arms and legs spread wide, panting. Taking the plunge, I licked right on his hole. Jay-Jay jumped and his hole spasmed open and closed. I began to tongue out his hole, putting a little pressure behind my tongue, when his hole suddenly opened and I found myself tongue-fucking the boy. This was heaven! I went in and out, in and out, until his hole was lubricated with my spit, then backed off and quickly inserted my middle finger. It slid in easily all the way. After a little searching I found his prostate, which I began to stroke gently, then I inserted a second finger. Jay-Jay was in heaven, and so was I! I just couldn't resist sucking on his delicious dick and balls as I fingered his prostate non-stop. Jay-Jay rode my fingers to three titanic dry orgasms, then collapsed on the bed, spent. Somewhere along the line my own dick had exploded all over the sheets. My thoughts were rudely interrupted by Bill and Jimmy, who were standing next to the bed, applauding. Damn, my first standing ovation! Actually they were both giving me a double standing ovation, if you know what I mean. "Yeah, yeah," I told the pair of grinning loons, "I'm glad you enjoyed the show. Try the veal!" I grabbed Jay-Jay by the hand and took him off to the bathroom, to pee and clean up. He seemed to be running on autopilot as I tenderly ran the washcloth over his beautiful skin. We quickly cleaned up, then we all headed out to find some dinner. The clerk at the front desk recommended this Mongolian Grill place, so we tried it, and was it ever good! They cook it right there for you, and it's all you can eat. The boys made like bottomless pits (OK, so did Bill and I) as we all stuffed ourselves. Afterward, we went for another round of miniature golf, then out to this hand-made ice cream place we'd passed, JoAnn's. "I want jimmies on mine," Jay-Jay told us with a sly glance at his Jimmy. It was obvious that he enjoyed tweaking his big bro every now and then. In case you don't know, jimmies are the multicolored sprinkles that kids like on ice cream. "I just want one Jimmy with mine," I told them, giving the aforementioned boy a sly look. Bill and Jay-Jay hooted with laughter, while Jimmy blushed an incredible shade of red. I laughed, hugging Jimmy close. "He's so pretty when he does that, don't you think?" This, of course, caused Jimmy to blush even more as he suddenly found something fascinating in the bottom of his milkshake. It was full dark out now, and still as hot as hell. We went back to the hotel, where Bill and I, as per our now normal routine, repaired to the bar for a few beers (I was staying away from the hard stuff tonight since I hoped the highway would be open in the morning) while the boys hit the video arcade. It was amazing, but I felt as close to these guys as I had to anyone in my life. I was almost sorry to see our little interlude end, but we did have to get going soon. Bill and I mainly talked about the boys until they came back, happy and a bit tired. Come to think of it, I was a bit on the tired side too. Maybe I'd done too much physical activity recently. It was about 10:30 when the boys showed up, all gamed out. They were drooping a bit, but giggling, poking each other and looking at me. Uh oh, I detected some sort of plan being hatched here. We all went back to our suite, which now showed evidence that boys resided there. There were socks on the floor, and one of Jay-Jay's shirts draped over a lampshade. The boys immediately stripped down to their shorts in the air-conditioning, as did Bill and I. The cool air felt like heaven! We all plopped down in the den to watch some movie on cable and to relax, when Jimmy plopped himself right down on my lap. Talk about a boy moment! The indefinable scent of an active boy wafted into my nostrils, heady and rich. Jimmy melted against me as I ran my fingers through his wonderful red hair. He smiled at me, a relaxed, happy, lazy smile, and I smiled right back at him. We settled down to watch the movie. That's when the ultimate boy moment in my life happened. Jimmy looked at me, sighed, burrowed his face into my chest hairs and promptly went to sleep. God! He was so trusting, so special. I just held him on my lap as my right arm gradually fell asleep and my eyelids grew heavy. Finally, Bill was standing in front of me with Jay-Jay leaning against him, obviously running on autopilot. "Here, let's put these little monsters to bed," he told me. With his help we got the boys on their feet, brushed their teeth, and rolled them into bed. I spooned in behind Jimmy and snuggled close. I felt like I could stay here with these guys forever! My next recollection was looking at the bright morning sunlight slanting in through the window. I looked at the clock (which we'd forgotten to set the night before). It was almost ten-thirty! Time to get up and get going. I roused Bill, and together we got the kids up and showered. There was no time for any fun as we packed our stuff up after seeing on the news that I-95 was open again. We made a stop at Waffle House for breakfast checked out, and hit the road. Jimmy wanted to ride with me, which Bill readily agreed to. He was wearing loose shorts, sport sandals, and a green tank top that showed off his slim body and freckled shoulders. I had to use all my willpower to keep my eyes on the road instead of my boy. He settled right down with his book as I drove. Every so often we'd look at each other and smile. There was still a big traffic jam, but at least it was moving. We had about six hours of driving before reaching Amherst, including a stop for lunch. Bill and I coordinated meeting up at Sizzler for a leisurely lunch at their all you can eat salad (translation, every food known to mankind) bar. Jimmy then rode with Bill for the rest of the trip, leaving me feeling very alone and a bit apprehensive about what I was getting into. Bill stayed right behind me as we traveled in convoy the whole long way. Finally, we pulled up to the gates of Amherst Academy. We were there!