Date: Mon, 29 Jul 2019 22:05:03 +0000
From: Qwik Loob <qwikloob@hotmail.com>
Subject: Bringing Home A Boy - part 2

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So I've started telling you about Joe, the hot boy living in the group home
where I volunteer. I've also told you about my lust for a boy I could have
all to myself, and how Joe seems to be that boy. But I might be getting
ahead of myself. Yes we connected, and for sure he well knows what I
want. The fact he literally put himself in my hands proves that. Still it
is one thing to hope to take a boy, another thing to try, and completely
another thing to accomplish.

After the delight of jacking him off, then smelling and tasting his jizz, I
couldn't wait to return the next night. I did, but he didn't. I didn't see
him come downstairs for dinner, neither did he come to the room where I sat
watching tv.  I seriously considered going upstairs to look for him in his
room, but my inner voice said that would be a risky idea.  Even though he
was one of only five boys here, my presence in their bedroom areas would be
noticed and noted. I did my short shift in disappointment. I wondered if
Joe had thought about our play and decided it wasn't something he wanted to
repeat. Yet, he seemed happy after. He even showed me his body again and
thanked me.  Damn I was confused.

It was the third night before I saw him again. I was in the kitchen eating
my dinner when Joe walked in. He came right over to give me a quick hug,
and moved to get his dinner. I was surprised to see him, and suprised by
the hug, so I didn't even have time to get out of my chair. I blurted out,
"I've missed you."

"I was on an overnight with a family. They have six kids already. I hated
it. All I kept thinking about was you." Joe chatted on, but those last
seven were the words that stuck in my mind. He kept thinking about me, and
all I kept thinking about was him. I couldn't get enough of this boy. The
beautiful sound of his voice, his green eyes, the smooth, clear, rosy skin,
the fit shape of his body in that tee shirt, all combined to make Joe a
work of art in my eyes. What if he does get adopted? I don't want anyone to
keep this boy from me! Ok!!! Deep breaths. I need to calm down. One step at
a time. If you really want something, search for it. You will recognize
opportunity when you see it. Ok, so I need to stop eating so many fortune
cookies too. All this internal mental dialogue didn't matter to my young
friend.  Joe talked about the family and other fosters he has known right
through the rest of our meal. It was like we had dinner together every
night. He could have been reading a dictionary and still I would have
enjoyed it. I cleared our dishes into the sink, and worked up my nerves to
pop the question. Sort of.

"Um.  I think... I mean, I am going to watch some tv. Um.  Would you like
to join me?"

Joe nodded and that sweet voice answered, "Yeah." He got a little smile on
his face, then he stood and left the kitchen to walk upstairs. I moved to
the den, grabbed the remote and took my place on the sofa. It was only a
few minutes while I channel surfed before Joe came into the room wrapped in
his blanket. He immediately got onto the couch and laid his head in my lap,
simultaneously pulling my arm under the blanket. My hand went right to his
basket and grabbed his jock. He was already hard. I lightly rubbed his
cloth covered cock, occasionally squeezing it firmly. All the while I was
looking into his eyes. Joe was watching tv, but from time to time he looked
up at me. I couldn't help but smile, and he smiled back.  What an angel! We
had to stop for a few minutes when another boy came downstairs and went
into the kitchen. Fortunately he went back upstairs. I felt Joe pull my
hand up to his smooth stomach for a second, before pushing it back down
into the briefs he was now holding open. My fist closed tightly around his
stiff penis. Damn he was hard as a rock! All he kept thinking about was me!
I wasn't going to make him wait any longer for what we both wanted.  My
hand felt all around his sex, lifting those smooth balls and slipping my
fingers through the leg openings to stroke a bit of his smooth inner
thighs. Yet of course my hand kept returning to Joe's hardon. It didn't
reallly take too many strokes before he looked up at me and said, "I'm
ready." I cupped my palm over the head of his penis and felt the jets
blasting into my hand. It felt like a nice cum. I slowly worked my hand
free with Joe's help, and looked at the load I was holding. Even though I
certainly dripped some precious pearljam pulling my hand out from under the
blanket, there was still a huge load in my palm. I smiled at my boy and
licked my hand clean. Joe watched me carefully the entire time. "What does
it taste like?"

I thought for a moment. "I can't exactly say.  It is sweet, but tastes like
nothing else. I don't know what to say besides thank you. You are
delicious." He got a big smile hearing that.

"If we were alone... I mean together, but just us.... like... will you... I
mean... would you...  suck it?" His face blushed, as I'm sure mine did as
well. Thank you Universe. I was going to get this kid at a whole new
level. So I said the only reasonable thing.

"Yes".  That was really all he needed to hear. He stood up, and favored me
with a look at his body while he held the blanket open. He was still hard
and his briefs were tented. Once again Joe wrapped himself up and went back
to his room.

My imagination kicked into overdrive trying to figure out how I could get
him completely into my hands. My fortune cookie came through the following
week when Marge asked me if I would be willing to take boys out for the
day. There was going to be a meeting with the board of directors of the
home, and she didn't want the boys around too long. I thought aloud. "Hmm
ok, I have to find something for five boys to do."

"Oh no." She countered. "Three of the boys are going to a basketball
tournament with one of their sponsors, and the fourth is going to spend the
day with his mentor. That just leaves Joe. He doesn't like to hang around
the other boys, especially the younger ones.  There's really nobody here
his age, and he seems to respond much better to you than most volunteers,
so I was hoping you could keep him entertained for the day while we meet."
This was my Cinderella moment. My cock fitting perfectly into a glass
slipper of boypussy. It was not easy containing my excitement. I settled
for a honest, but conventional reply.

"Well, if he's ok with it then, yeah, sure I could help for awhile."  She
didn't see, but inside me my lust was grinning like the Grinch Who Stole
Christmas, haha!

It was a Friday and I came by the home around eight in the morning. I
figured the best shot I had to impress Joe and make him glad to be with me
was the huge amusement park up the highway. I splurged for special access
tickets that would get us in before the general public. I was hungry and
hoped I might be able to take Joe out for breakfast before the park
opened. I got a different kind of hunger when I saw him standing at the top
of the stairs wearing those nylon basketball shorts that cling so nicely to
his curves. As if that wasn't sexy enough, he also wore a tank top. His fit
young body was shown brilliantly. I looked at his soft, smooth skin and
couldn't wait for any excuse to touch him.

We went along as planned. All throughout breakfast Joe talked about his
favorite rides, all rollercoasters, water slides, or the like, anything
that involved sudden drops or changes of direction, and what moves to make
at just the right time to enjoy the effects of the ride. I didn't
understand it at first, but I gradually realized how bright this boy was
with his understanding of forces and motions. Why is that significant? Well
first, because I love smart boys. They have great senses of humor. Equally
important, I have read that smarter boys are also more open to same sex
experiences. Gay, bi, or straight, they are comfortable exploring their
bodies and what brings them pleasure. Joe welcomed and enjoyed my desire
for his body. I was determined to be this boy's guide during his, no our
exploration of his body Hehe. So we got to the amusement park and Joe had
it all mapped out like Caesar conquering Gaul. He half walked, half ran
ahead of me saying which ride we were going for, and talking excitedly as
only young boys do. It was so cute and delightful. Since we came with the
early pass there were no long lines.  We rode in, on, or hung from any
number of contraptions, yelling and screaming all the way.  Often Joe had
his hands way in the air, and I saw his hairless armpits.  Sweet
lord. Sometimes he would stop suddenly to retie a shoe as we ran
about. Invariably I took the opportunity to check out his firm little
butt. However, the best was the mega giant water slide. Riders went two at
a time in a little rubber raft sloshing from side to side and spinning
upside down as you traveled through huge plastic tubes. Being the bigger
body I sat first in the back of the raft, then Joe sat between my legs.
Just before we launched I felt him scoot his butt right back into my
lap. The contact got me stimulated, then I felt the wierd mix of terror
from the ride and joy at Joe's firm ass riding my junk through our wet
shorts. I can't describe just how erotic it was. By the time we got to the
end of the ride Joe's arms were raised in victory and he was screaming. I
was hard as a rock and probably blushing.  He jumped up and ran toward the
exit flailing his arms like a mad man, which certainly deflected anyone's
attention from me. I had the most brief moment to rearrange my stuff.
Lol. What a kid. I went after my Speedy Gonzalez, who dared slow down long
enough for us to eat at one of the food courts. As we plowed through our
burgers and fries, Joe verbally recapped every ride we had taken. He laid
out a park map on the table and marked off each ride we had taken with a
dab of ketchup. We had been going non-stop for almost 3 hours, but had
ridden every major ride at the park at least once. Joe looked at me and
gave me a faint half smile. It was an increasingly familiar, cute look I
was beginning to love. "We can go now." I looked and blinked like a dog
when he's trying to figure out what you want. Joe read the puzzled look on
my face. We were not expected back to the home for around another four or
five hours.  "We can have fun at your place too." Joe explained. Then he
gave that smile again. It was the kind of smile that says both "I'm
embarassed." and "I like this." A smile that was both coy and inviting. On
the face of the boy looking at me, it was the smile of victory! Joe knew he
just sealed the deal and conquered my heart, or at least my lust. I quickly
finished off my food so we could leave. He continued chatting away as we
left the park to get in my car and start the drive to my place. Along the
way I kept glancing over at Joe's creamy smooth thighs. Considering that we
basically had an unspoken agreement that I was going to touch this boy I
figured it didn't hurt to test the premise early on. What is the saying?
'In for a penny. In for a pound.' Whatever that means, lol. I reached over
to lay my hand on Joe's thigh as we drove. He tilted his head and gave a
little giggle along with that beautiful, shy smile. Joe turned his head to
look out his window. At the same time he shifted his hips forward and
spread his legs wider. He giggled again and looked back at me from the
corners of his eyes. It was all I could do to keep from being hypnotized
and driving off the road. At that point I knew we were good to go. We
laughed together. We were having fun, and we were going to have more fun. I
slowly slid my hand up his thigh into his crotch, grabbed his boy bulge,
and gave it several firm squeezes. His cock responded. Joe's giggles became
music to my ears. I held him all the way home driving one-handed until I
finally released his junk to push the button on my garage remote. As the
door closed, Joe and I got out of my car and I let us into the house.

Finally the boy was here in my home. It was just the two of us with plenty
of time for me to do anything and everything I ever wanted. I gave a silent
prayers of thanks to Priapus, the god of sex, and planned how to take
maximum enjoyment of my gift. However, Joe was still far more ahead of me
than I realized. "I need to use the bathroom.", he said.

I pointed. "Upstairs and second door on the left. Kinda the same layout as
where you're living right now. A look passed between us. I did not dare
hope to know its meaning, but I got hard. I visualized that very first
encounter and how he looked.  I probably waited no more than five minutes
although that felt like an eternity. I walked into my living room and sat
down in my comfy chair. I heard Joe walking back downstairs and looked
up. The sight of him changed everything. He was carrying his shorts and tee
shirt clad only in his tighty whities. He was tenting the briefs
massively. Joe walked up and stood between my legs. I took the tee and
shorts from his hand and tossed them on the floor. My hands trembled as I
felt all over his smooth, firm flesh from neck to knees. Then I went for
his goodies. I firmly squeezed his rod through the cotton. The feel of his
taught, firm butt and full package was electric. He was my Adonis.  This
was my moment. It took some time for me to recover control of my breathing,
but once I did I said, "I want to put you in different clothes and poses
that please me. Are you willing to do that?" He nodded affirmatively. I had
in mind a pair of small, flimsy running shorts in bright multicolors. I
knew he would look fantastic wearing them without underwear. It was
guaranteed no matter how he sat, stood, or however he moved, I would be
able to check out his jewels and ass to my pleasure. Fuck this kid has a
nice ass. Honestly, I had never had my dick in a boy's butt. Too
intimidated I guess. On the other hand my tongue had tasted a few boy
bungholes. I felt my winter soldier getting painfully harder and wondered
if a boy fuck still might be checked off my bucket list. I asked Joe to
wait where he was, then thought better of it and told him to walk back
upstairs. This time I followed him, my eyes glued to his sweet bubble butt
in the underwear. I directed him into my bedroom and over to the
dresser. The shorts I wanted on Joe were in the bottom drawer. My eyes were
glued to his ass as he bent over to open each drawer and find what I
wanted.  Joe held up the flimsy shorts. "That's the pair.  I have some
other funwear in that drawer for the next time you are here." He blushed
and got a sly smile on his face. His eyes under his long lashes captivated
me at that moment. Joe placed the shorts on the edge of the dresser. Then
he walked across to the other side of the room, stopped, turned to face me,
then removed his briefs. His cock snapped up against his belly with loud
"thwap" as it pulled free of the waistband.  I was now seeing my boy fully
naked for the first time. I know my mouth opened. I think my tongue rolled
out. His cock was around five inches, but looked bigger on his lean
body. He was neatly circumsized and straight as an arrow. The color was
pale pink from mushroom cap to his pubes. His balls hung freely in a
hairless nutsac that complemented the dick nicely. He casually walked back
to the dresser, held up the running shorts looking for the front and back,
then slowly moved to put them on. I couldn't control my body as I moved to
take the shorts out of Joe's hands. I think I shocked both of us, almost.

Joe dropped his head shyly, and looked up at me through those lovely
eyelashes. He kept his hands and arms at his sides. Whatever I wanted we
both knew he would do. My brain could barely process that I actually saw my
boy naked. I took a long look. Joe's face kept that same shy, little
something smile.  Dang I was hard as a monument. My eyes focused in on
Joe's neat little pubes. They were thick enough to make it clear he was
pubescent. However they weren't evenly grown. I got on my knees and took
hold of his cock and balls, making an excuse to myself I was just holding
them out of the way to take a closer look at his pubes. Then I realized no
excuse was needed. I AM holding the cock and balls of a pubescent boy so I
CAN take a closer look at his pubes! JACKPOT! Haha. I was really giddy with
Joe here literally in my hands. Did I describe his pubes? The sandy brown
color matched his eyebrows. The hairs were relatively thick to each side of
his penis, too numerous to count, but covering small patches. They barely
met forming a line in the middle with far less hairs. I realized how new
these pubes were on Joe's body, and how strong his hormones must be flowing
on a daily basis. I felt his cock pulse and his balls jump in my hands as I
perved on his privates. I didn't want to make him cum right away. I felt my
heart thumping with excitement, then reminded myself there was no hurry,
thanks to Joe's clever plan for the day. I stood up and handed him back the
running shorts.

"Want me to put this on now or downstairs.., or anywhere else? Dang that
beautiful smile!

"Now." I loved the sight of his rampant boy meat as he changed. His rising
cock rose right through the scant material like it was wearing a
scarf. hehe. "Let's go back downstairs." I motioned for him to lead the
way. Woah! He looked like a Christmas present in these shorts. What little
material there was clung to every curve and protrusion of his goodies. I
resumed my seat in the lounger.

 Joe was now standing before me as he had before, ready for me to do
whatever I wanted or asked. "Put your hands on your head." Joe complied
akwardly by placing his hands on either side of his head like he was trying
to cover his ears against a loud sound. I laughed at his cute
innocence. "Not like that." I stood up, and arranged his hands with
interlocked fingers on the back of his head. Then I moved his elbows out to
display his smooth armpits and taught muscles under the smooth skin. His
chest and abs were nicely defined for such a young boy. I could not resist
tracing my fingertips along the soft naked pits.  Joe laughed and lost the
position for a minute.

"That tickles."  He laughed again. I turned him in a slow circle to enjoy
in every inch of his body.

This was the moment I will remember for the rest of my life, unless I
develop dementia. I suddenly realized that I had never fully seen or
enjoyed Joe's exposed erogenous zones before the little show he just put on
upstairs. As desireable as I found the boy, our sexual contact had only
involved my sense of touch, and I so wanted to satisfy my other senses. Of
course at this moment my sense of sight was fully engaged watching my hands
fondle his privates front and rear. What enhanced this moment was the
surprising pleasure of his scent stimulating my sense of smell. To what can
I compare Joe's smell? Starting with the primary targets between his legs
he smelled ripe. Once again I don't have exactly the right words for this
other than to say the scent ripe equals the scents of health, jizz, and
excitement all rolled up into one. Three of my five sense were drinking
deeply. The thought of drink made me engage my sense of taste.

However, before I could drink of Joe's nectar I had to seal my fantasy and
ask the obvious question out loud just to hear him answer. "Do you still
want me to suck your dick?" Joe looked at me, and the brightest crimson
color flushed his face. In an instant he was clearly a pubescent boy, just
horny enough, just street smart enough, and just desparate enough to give
himself totally to me. However he didn't speak, but just shook his head
yes.

Gently I turned Joe's body towards me, and sniffed, then licked, then
slowly swallowed his dick. It was delicious. In the back of my
consciousness I checked off four out of my five senses being
hyperstimulated.

Joe nailed the fifth sense by exclaiming, "mmmMMMooOOOaAAA!!! FUUUCK!!!!!"
Truly sounds to treasure. It was confirmation Joe loved all of this. My
senses of touch and taste got bonus points when he firmly, but
respectfully, grabbed my head with both hands and blasted his cumload into
my mouth. Given his size, and my experience I easily caught the full load
on my tongue. I used the sweet slime to lube his tool as I tightened my
lips and tongue. I was going to teach him the exquisite pleasure and pain
of a post-orgasmic bj.  Joe proved himself an apt student, continuing to
fuck my mouth insistently before progressing to spastically jerking his
hips and whole body. He couldn't control himself in this state. I caught
him as he lost his balance, thrilling to the feel of holding his nubile
young body in my arms.  I eased Joe onto the couch, and immediately resumed
my oral worship of his smooth, full ballsac, and still erect, in fact
throbbing, magic wand.  I was just getting started...