Date: Sat, 10 Mar 2001 01:50:01 -0300 From: Danny Oliver Subject: Changes 3 Warning: This is a work of fiction. This is not based in real facts in any way. This story may portray sexual acts between a man and a minor boy. If that subject offends you or if you underage just stop reading it. If you are looking for a story with sex descriptions every paragraph, this one is not what you're looking for. The author copyrights this story. You may place it in any appropriate archive or website as long as they are free of charge. Please, do not alter the story in any way. I hope you appreciate my efforts in writing this story. I am not a native speaker of English so I apologize for any mistakes. I'd like to thank everyone who took time to write to me about the story. Your support is very important. Thank you so much, guys. Any comments are very welcome at baretta669@hotmail.com. Flames will be ignored. Foreword: This story is dedicated to Teglin, who encouraged me to write. Check out his beautiful stories "Three Weeks To Heaven" and "Why Not Me". Changes By Danny Oliver Chapter Three: "Will you go in the back seat?" Vince asked intrigued. There was a reason for that question. I've always hated the back seat of the cars. I either drive or go in the front passenger seat, I used to say that the back seat was for old men and for those guys who think they have power while the truth is everything but that. "Yep," I answered. "He must've really liked you boy, I've never seen him in the back seat before," Vince said looking in the internal mirror at us. We were cuddled his head resting in my chest while my hand was caressing his back and shoulders. Spencer smiled at Vince's comment and looked at me. "Don't you like the back seat?" he asked smiling sheepishly. "I'm starting to like it," I answered grinning. He gently placed his head back to my chest and I kissed the top of his head. I kept massaging his back. "It feels good when you do it," he whispered sounding half asleep. I smiled back at him and just kept doing it at the same slow pace. My thoughts were drifting; it felt great in having that boy in my arms, touching his shoulders, back and flanks, occasionally fondling his hair. He was such a sweet boy. I closed my eyes and started to think about my life. I didn't have a girlfriend even though I had sex with women sometimes, some high-class whores. It's not that I disliked it but I just didn't feel comfortable, however I didn't fail, and at least the girls seemed pretty satisfied. Well, they should be, they've got a generous payment so why wouldn't they be? I pretended to be too, but I wasn't. All the time I was just thinking about the family matters even before my father's death. I knew sooner or later I'd replace him as the boss and I tried to be prepared for it when the moment comes. For the first time in my life I thought that I might be gay. Wait a second, not gay, I don't feel attracted by men at all and therefore I'm not gay. But why the hell do I feel so well having this beautiful lad on my arms. That's all I remember cause I fell asleep right after it. Vince patting my arm awakened me. We were home. I slowly opened my eyes and yawned. God, I wanted, no I needed to sleep more. I was about to leave the car when I noticed the boy in my right arm still asleep. I rubbed my eyes and shook my head dismissing the sleepiness. It wasn't a dream. "We're here, T," Vince informed smirking. Spencer stirred a little. I gently started caressing his shoulders again and whispered to his ear "We're home". Slowly he opened his eyes and looked up at my face. He had a smile on his face. "C'mon, let's go inside, there are beds in there, we're going to be more comfortable," I said ruffling his hair. He smiled and we left the car still holding each other. We walked into the house passing through a bewildered Vince. He had never seen me acting like that. And I never had. It was nearly 10 am. I guided him upstairs and we stopped in the entrance of one of the guest rooms. It had a bed big enough for two people. "Do you want to take a shower?" I asked. "Not really, I just want to sleep," He answered yawning. "Ok then, make yourself home. You can sleep in this bed and as for me I'll sleep too. See you later." I turned and started towards the door but before I left I heard his flute-like voice once again. "Tony?" I looked at him. His voice seemed somewhat worried. "Yes." "I know you'll find it silly, but I don't want to be alone." "You want to sleep in my room?" "Could I?" he asked in the shyly. "Of course, little one. C'mon, follow me." I smiled while he returned to me. We went to my room, a pretty big one. My bed was king size and I always slept alone. "Do you want to sleep in my bed with me?" "Y-Yes." he answered blushing. "Ok, and you know what? I won't take a shower either. Let's just sleep." I grabbed him and tossed him in the bed. He laughed and so did I. I loved my bed just as much as my warehouse's office chair. It was perfect, not too soft, not too hard. God, I really used to spend time on that stuff. I lay down too. We were side by side now. There were lots of pillows. I picked up one with my right hand I gently lifted his head and with the other placed the pillow below his head. His eyes were half open and he still had that beautiful smile that captivated me so much. "I'm going to take off my pants cause I sleep in boxers usually. Is that ok?" I asked him. He nodded. I unbuckled my belt and took off my pants with no further hesitation. I glanced at him and he kept his eyes on me all the time. I got back to bed. "Are you using any boxers under your pants? It's really uncomfortable to sleep with jeans on." He nodded. "Why don't you sleep just in boxers, like me?" He smiled and slowly moved his hand to his belt. "Do you want me to do it for you?" I asked without thinking. There, I did it! I've ruined it all! How could I ask him if he wanted me to take his pants off? But to my surprise I heard one weak 'Yes'. I rolled over to my side and reached for his belt. Gently I undid it then opened the button of his pants and then the fly. I used both my hands one in each leg tugging his pants out. He lifted his body a little so I could do it easily. He was using green boxers. I took his pants and put it into a chair. Going back to bed then. We were both smiling now. I fondled his hair and kissed his forehead. "Good 'night', Spence" "Good night, Tony" he replied. I closed my eyes but moments later I felt his hand in my arm. I opened my eyes. "Can we sleep like we did in the car? No one has ever held me like that, it felt so good," he asked. "You want to cuddle?" He nodded shyly. "Ok, Come here, little one." He repositioned himself resting his head on my chest. My right arm was embracing him and caressing his flank. He seemed to enjoy it. I certainly was. "One more thing, Spencer, how old are you?" "Twelve." I kissed him again on the top of his head and before I knew we were already asleep. -- More soon. Any comments positive or negative are welcome at baretta669@hotmail.com. Flames will be ignored.