Date: Wed, 26 Nov 2003 07:26:00 -0800 (PST) From: Robert Miller Subject: Brandon Part 3 The usual disclaimers apply. If you are not of age, please leave now. Thanks for all the support that's been given through e-mails. Brandon Part 3 The weather hasn't been too cooperative this fall. I have wanted to put up my Christmas lights up before the weather turned cold. God was not too cooperative so far. Finally after 2 weeks of heavy rains and high winds the weather turned nice. So I decided to go to the local Wally World (aka Wal-Mart) to gather what I needed for my decorating project. I was just getting ready to walk out the door when the bell rang. Scared the shit out of me. I opened the door and there Brandon was. I said whets up buddy, haven't seen you for a couple of days. He replied, sorry Nick, school is killing me with work and my Grand Pap is in the hospital in the ICU, what ever that's means, and he's really sick. I inquired what hospital and he said Allegheny General in Pittsburgh. I said, well that's a great hospital; it is close to where I used to work. Plus, I had back surgery there a few years back, he'll get good care. Where are your folks at now? Oh, the said that they were going to go down to the hospital to visit Grand Pap. I told them that I was going to hang out at home so I left them a note telling them that I was going to visit you and left them directions to your house, I hope that you're not mad. I told him that it was okay to do that. I said that I was just getting ready to go to Wal-Mart to get some decorations and then decorate the outside of the house; do you want to come along with me? That would be great Nick, I don't get to go shopping too much and I like Wal-Mart. We hopped in the car and headed down the road. Boy can Brandon talk; it was like he was a duck with a pivot up his ass. He mostly talked about school. I guess that the kids in his classes were more brutal this year than last. He said that Gym class was particularly tough. His teacher made sure that everybody dressed properly and showered after class. He said that he was already failing because he didn't dress all the time because he didn't have the right clothes and that he hated to shower with the other boys because he was embarrassed and stuff. I really felt bad for the kid, I knew exactly what he was going through, the kids in my Middle School were very hard on me. We pulled into the parking lot and parked the Jeep. The place was packed. When we walked in and elderly man gave us each a cart and we headed off to the Christmas department. I grabbed 20 boxes of the Icicle lights, 5 packs of the outdoor garland, and a set of those light up Santa Clauses for the front yard. Brandon was acting sort of sullen so I asked him what was wrong. He said, I need some stuff but I don want to ask my parents for it, it is stuff for gym class and I was wondering if you could get it for me? I will pay you back, I promise. I ask him what he needed and he said, I need this Jock thing for gym class and the kids are making fun of me because I wear the tighty whitties, all of the other guys wear boxers but I know that my Mom and Dad wont buy them for me because they said that they aren't good for my development or something. I said, I will get you some the stuff that you need buddy, it is no big deal. Our next stop was in the Sporting Goods department. We found the Jock Straps, he said, how do I know what size to get? I said, well they come in small, medium and large, since you a chubby in the middle like I was, I think that you should get a boys medium and what the hell, we'll get a large one too just to be safe. Then we headed off to the Young Men's section, you can not believe how many different style of underwear there are out there. There's the traditional white briefs, colored briefs, boxer briefs, white boxers, boxers with prints, flannel boxers, ones with open fly's, button fly's, French cut and the good old thong style. I thought to myself, boy would I love to see Brandon in a thong, those little chubby cheeks just separated by a thin strand of material and a small pouch holding that beautiful hairless weenie and balls, just the thought started to make me hard. He found a pack that he wanted, Joe Boxer brand with the Tasmanian devil on them, he handed me the package and I looked at the size, 28, I thought to myself, there is no way that he is going to fit into these. I said hey Brandon, are you sure that these are going to fit you? He said, I think so; my Mom usually buys my clothes. I said hey come here, he walked over next to me, I checked to make sure that nobody was around and spun him around, I told him that I was going to check the size that he had on, I pulled his shorts back a bit and then got my fingers under the waist band of his unders and pulled them back. I got his size, 34, and then pulled a bit further just so I could get a glimpse at those creamy pale cheeks. I let them go with a snap, Brandon just giggled. I found the right size and put them into the cart. We went through the check-out. $223 and some change, boy are things getting expensive. The ride back to my house was uneventful; when we got to my house I went to the garage and grabbed the ladder. Brandon said, Nick, can I put them up and you can hand them to me? I said sure buddy, just be careful and don't fall off of the ladder. I set the ladder up and he quickly scurried up it with no hesitation. I grabbed a set of lights and looked up ready to hand them to him. To my surprise, I could see right up the leg holes of his loose fitting shorts. The underwear that Brandon was wearing were loose as well, I could see his small tool and boys just hanging there. I handed him the lights and all I could do is stand there staring up and my little god with his jewels hanging there. I was a sight to behold, with everything strand of lights I got a short peep show, no pun intended... The lights went up without a hitch; it took about only 2 hrs. Pretty good time for a bunch of novices. Back in the house I grabbed the packages that I got for Brandon. I pulled out his Jock Strap, the medium one, and threw it to him. I said go into the bathroom and try it on and then come out and let me see how it fits. He went into the bathroom and tried it on. He asked me if I was ready and came walking out of the bathroom. I immediately started to laugh. There he was, naked from the waist down, the jock was pulled up, both of his legs were sticking down through one leg hole. He was a sight to see. I told him that it wasn't the way that it goes on. He walked over to me and asks me for help. I told Brandon to stand in front of me hold onto my shoulders. I slid the tight fitting jock down to his ankles and had him step out of it. I readjusted it and held it open for him to step into. His right and then his left leg, I slowly pulled it up being careful not to pinch is cock or balls in the elastic. He said, boy that is tight and was wiggling his butt. I said that it was supposed to be tight, I told him to turn around and I would make sure that the straps were right. He turned and his straps were all twisted. I let my hands brush up against his smooth skin which suddenly got some goose bumps as I straightened the straps out. The elastic was cutting into his cheeks making an indentation. I smacked his butt lightly and told him to turn around. I looked at him, his small cock and balls were almost completely flat. I asked him how it felt and he replied that it was too tight. I said well that is why I bought the other one for you too, I wasn't sure that the medium would fit so go try on the large and see how it feels. He went into the bathroom, as he did it gave me a nice show of his bum. He came out in a minute or so with it on properly. He walked up to me and asked how he looked. I told him that he looked good and that I thought that the bigger one fit better. He turned around and asked me to check his straps. I gently ran my fingers down the straps starting at the top and slowly moving down his legs to his inner thighs. When I hit his thighs, he seemed to push his butt back causing his cheeks to spread apart a bit. The odor was totally awesome, little boy butt. I started to salivate. This time I gave him a small slap of each cheek. I said that I liked that one better and I wanted him to try on his boxers next, just to make sure that the fit right. I threw him the package and he went into the head to change. He came out a second later wearing his boxers, they seem to fit him really well, nice and loose in the legs and hugging his butt at the top, of course I made sure that I didn't get him the ones with the button fly hopping that his little snake might escape sometime. I told him to come and sit down next to me on the sofa. When he did I asked him what he is going to tell his parents when they find his jock and boxers. He looked at me strangely and said, damn I never thought of that. I said, why don't you just come up and change on the days that you have gym class before you get the bus. You do catch the bus at the bottom of my driveway don't you? He said, yep, that's a good idea, will you wash them for me when they are dirty, I said sure big guy, I'll wash them for you. I thought to myself, yep, I'll wash them after I sniff all of the boy smell out of them and my dried cum. HEHEHEHE We sat on the sofa for a bit while we shot the breeze about everything that entered our minds. I asked him why he didn't like to shower with the other guys, he said, all of the other guys are bigger down there^Å you know what I mean, and most of them have hair. They just look at me and laugh; they call me `Baby cock' and stuff like that. I told him not to worry, they are just jealous of you; I like what you look like so everything will be fine. It was getting late in the day so I told Brandon that he should go get dressed and told him to just leave his boxers and jock in the bathroom and I would wash them for him for school next week. About 20 minutes later, the doorbell rang; I got up and answered it. It was who I assumed it to be, Brandon's parents. Boy this was awkward, here I was with their 13 year old boy in my living room and we had never met. I invited them in, I introduced myself and they did the same. They said that they stopped at their house and found Brandon's note and hoped that he was still there. I said sure, he is in the living room. They seemed like really nice people, boy in their 40's or early 50's. I invited them into the living room, Brandon's father, Brad commented on how nice the house looked and how big it was. Brandon's Mom, Sally was more interested in how it was decorated. I quickly gave them a tour and we settled down in the living room. I knew that the interrogation was about to start, although justified, I still found it a bit annoying. I explained that I was partially retired and bought the property to get away from the hustle and bustle of the city. They asked if I was married or had and children, I lied and said that just prior to the move I broke up with a long time girlfriend who had 2 children from a previous marriage. I told them that in fact I was engaged and had planned the wedding for the following year that was why the house was so big. I told them about Brandon and my trip to Wal Mart to pick up some Christmas decorations and other household necessities, I left out the part about buying their boy personal items. I knew that they would have thought that it was inappropriate. I did tell them what all Brandon had done to help me out today, they seemed very pleased that he was being good. They explained about his Grand Pap, it turns out that he had suffered from a CVA (Cerebral Vascular Accident or better known as a stroke) and he was in pretty bad shape and that it was touch and go. The also said that he and Brandon weren't really close but hopefully he will recover. I knew that it was serious because when I looked up at Brad he had tears in his eyes. They asked if Brandon was any trouble, I told them no, he was a great help and I enjoy his company. I said that I enjoyed his companionship because I was a bit lonely in this big house. I told them that he was more than welcome at the house anytime, I just wished that he would call first just to make sure that I was home and not busy. They agreed. They asked me what they owed me for babysitting, I said well, he isn't really a baby and he saved me a good bit of time by helping me with the lights, so there is nothing owed. I told them that if they were ever in need of someone to look after him for any reason all they had to do was call and ask. With that I went to the kitchen and wrote my name, home phone and cell phone numbers on a piece of paper and gave them to Sally. I told her that he was a great kid and they should be very proud of him. They thanked me again and told Brandon to get in the car because they had to go home and make some supper. As they got into the car and drove off I let out a big sigh of relief. I thought to myself, damn that went pretty well, I don't think that they realize that I am in love with their 13 year old son. 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