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June 24-26, 1987
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"What a coincidence, I need to ask you something too. I'm working a regular shift today; I should get off around 5:30. Is that ok?"
"Sure. Do you like spaghetti?"
Judy left, leaving the boys standing in front of the house, Chris waving to his mom. When she was out of sight, he asked, "Now?"
Bill replied, "Inside. Use the first bedroom on the right. Leave your shoes on, you should always wear shoes when mowing the lawn."
Bill was curious what she needed to talk about. Had Chris revealed too much information? He asked Chris about their evening. From his answer, Bill could tell, Chris wasn't revealing everything.
Together they proceeded upstairs to where the 4 bedrooms were located, and each went to separate rooms. A minute later, they were both nude. Bill's dick was soft and curved gently, out and down, resting on his scrotum, his balls hanging well below his dick. Chris's dick was quite the opposite. 3 ⅝" of pure titanium steel pointing towards the sky with his testicles pulled up tight to the base of his cute dick.
They met in the hallway and headed down and out to the garage. Bill had Chris wait in front of the garage while he backed the mower out to the driveway. Bill gave Chris a complete lesson of how to run the mower, the electric starter, accelerator and brake functions, driving it straight, how to back up, driving it around objects like trees, how to change maximum speeds, but told him not to, how to engage and disengage the mower blade, and how to turn it off.
He had Chris sit in his lap and did a test run from the walkway to the back trees, and back. "Any questions?" Bill asked. Chris shook his head. "Ok, your turn. Do your best." Bill watched Chris take a couple tentative laps not even reaching the low maximum speed he'd set. Bill suggested he overlap the width of each pass a bit more. Bill watched a couple more laps. Chris looked very proud of himself, had the biggest smile on his face, and the hardest dick in his crotch. Bill gave him a `thumbs up' and a smile, and walked over to the patio. He took a seat in the shade and began reading his book.
He chose a lounger that allowed him to watch Chris, just by looking over the top of his book, and what he saw, looked good in more ways than one.
Chris kept at it, up and back, around trees not as easily as the straightaways, but he did a good job especially for his first time. It took close to an hour before he parked and shut the machine down. "How's it looking so far, Mr. Bill? Can I get something to drink?" he asked on a bee-line for the outdoor refrigerator.
"Sure," Bill waved a hand towards the fridge. "You're doing a terrific job."
Chris got himself a Mountain Dew and joined Bill at his lounge. Chris placed one knee next to Bill's hip, then threw a leg over him and sat back on his thighs.
"That's a very impressive erection you've got there," Bill told Chris. "You've had that since you took your clothes off after you mom left." Bill's dick, now in a sexually-charged situation began to stiffen, much to Chris' enjoyment.
"I know, at first it was just because, well, getting naked with you and being outside, but the lawn mower kept me hard since."
"So, it's the mower's fault?" Bill asked.
"Yeah, there's a vibration in the seat and that part presses against right here." Chris said lifting his scrotum and indicated the part of his penis hidden by the perineum.
"Well, that's a first. I've never heard of someone getting turned on by mowing the lawn." Bill joked. Chris hadn't totally removed his hand and was now wiggling his shaft and occasionally stroking it. Bill closed his book and laid it on the side table.
"Lemme guess, and now, after an hour of being stimulated by the lawn mower, you're horny and need to cum."
"What can I say, I'm 13. Aren't all 13-year-olds horny, like, most of the time?"
"That's true from my experience around 13-year-old boys." Bill's hand moved in and replaced Chris' hand stroking the hard shaft. An hour of vibration therapy, and now Bill's hand masturbating him quickly took Chris to the very edge. As Chris' orgasm crested, he threw himself on top of the reclining Bill, their dicks lining up perfectly. Chris thrust his dick once along Bill's and unleashed his pent-up sexual energy, the physical manifestation of that energy was a single pulse of thin semen directly into Bill's pubic hair alongside his dick, the thickest part of his dark bush.
Bill wrapped his arms around the boy, just holding him to his chest while he recovered from the hour-long build-up. The orgasm was intense for him and took his breath away.
When Chris calmed down and was breathing normally, Bill said, "That looked like a big one."
"Yeah, that was one of the hardest orgasms ever."
"That's because what you've been doing for the better part hour is the same as what is called `edging,' or keeping yourself on the edge of an orgasm. Then you made a mess on me."
"Don't worry I'll take care of it," Chris said looking into his friend's eyes, then dropped his head back to his chest. Bill stroked Chris' soft back and arms as they cuddled together on the Adirondack style lounger.
Bill was in heaven; he loved the feelings he was experiencing and reflected what it might have been like if he had a son of his own. Eventually, Chris lifted himself off Bill's chest to sitting on his thighs again. Most of the mess he'd made was in the thickest part of Bill's dark bush. No amount of licking would get it out of that forest.
So instead, he licked Bill's dick. He licked far longer than necessary, long after any semen had disappeared.
His hand snuck up and wrapped around Bill's dick, pulling it to a vertical direction where Chris could get his mouth over it. He took Bill's glans in his mouth, and Chris flicked his tongue across Bill's frenulum. Bill shuttered, and moved his arms to reach Chris's head, knocking the can of Mountain Dew to the concrete. Neither of them even registered it occurring.
Bill's fingers played in Chris' medium-length hair as the boy did his best sucking Bill's dick. He did a sufficient job and was rewarded when Bill ejaculated in his mouth. Chris was very pleased with his actions as he swallowed the thick semen. Then he got up to discover his Mountain Dew had been knocked off the arm of the lounger. Chris retrieved another soda and this time finished it off before returning to finish mowing the lawn.
"Can I mow the front like this?" he asked spreading his arms out to accentuate his nudity.
"Well, the chance of someone seeing you is minimal if you don't hang out around the driveway entrance, and since it's your body they'd see, it's up to you." And there it was again that devilish little gleam in his eye and the matching grin on his lips. He took his seat aboard the mower and started it up.
Bill wanted to watch him while he mowed, as a safety precaution, of course, and moved to the front porch. He decided that since Chris would be nude, he would stay nude as well, something he rarely did in the front yard. It seems this new young man in his life was steering a lot of his decisions.
Chris did a fine job mowing the front. Instead of straight runs, he followed the curvature of the driveway. The professionals didn't do that. Bill liked the design it gave to the lawn. The front yard is longer than the back with a few less obstacles, like trees, and took roughly the same amount of time as the back. Chris stopped the mower by the porch and shut it down. "How'd I do?" he asked.
Chris dismounted the mower revealing his erection had returned with a vengeance. Almost another hour of vibration therapy applied to his perineum had brought him back to peak hardness. Chris noticed where Bill's eyes were focused and look down at his dick. "Yeah, I really like the way the seat vibrates." His hand almost unconsciously taking hold of his erect member.
"Don't do that," Bill rebuked the boy as he began slowly masturbating his throbbing dick, "Come up on the steps." Bill met him on the steps sitting down and having Chris stand on the same step. Chris crotch was at the same height as Bill's face. He pulled Chris closer and parted his lips as the dick approached. He pulled Chris tight against his face driving his dick all the way into his mouth. One finger sought Chris' hole, not that he needed further stimulation. The hour of vibrations already had him on edge again and a couple tongue swirls around his glans and two plunges along the shaft and Chris clutched at Bill's head, pulling him tight against his crotch and held on for dear life as he cummed, his whole body shuttering again, just like his orgasm on the back patio.
Bill held him there against his face till he felt Chris had recovered and was able to stand without falling down the steps. He cleaned any residual semen from his dick as he withdrew.
"Another good one I presume?"
"Oh yeah," Chris' panted.
"Disengage the blade and pull the mower back around to the garage and I'll show you where to park it."
From there, they proceeded inside the cool house. Bill noticed Chris's legs were covered in grass clippings.
"I think you need a shower. Upstairs. My bathroom, no reason to get the guest bathroom dirty." The nude boy obediently climbed the stairs, with Bill a step behind. Bill showed Chris the thermostatically controlled shower controls which means you only need to turn the water on and allow it to time warm up to a pre-selected temperature. The temperature could be moderated by another valve.
Bill stepped out of the way allowing Chris to enter the walk-in shower. As Chris crossed in front of Bill, he grabbed his hand and pulled him into the shower. Bill offered no resistance to being pulled in. This was how Bill wanted it, the boy directing the activities, not the adult.
Bill allowed Chris to do whatever he wanted in the shower. Bill took a completely passive role, only doing what Chris asked or indicated. Chris began by having Bill sit on the bench seat so he could wash his hair.
Chris soaped up Bill using a washcloth and the bar of Irish Spring, rubbing it briskly through the light fur of Bill's chest and stomach, occasionally the cloth would brush across his dick as Chris washed his upper body thoroughly. As he worked lower, the sexual touches became more frequent and Bill's penis reacted, becoming erect. Chris became, more enthusiastic about things. He skipped over the lowest portion of Bill's torso, and concentrated on Bill's legs.
Things got serious when Chris brought the washcloth, now without the bar of soap, up the inside of Bill's thigh and scrubbed his perineum and scrotum, Bill had to raise one leg up to the seat to give the boy's hand the space to get between his legs. Chris washed his scrotum, spending an inordinate amount of time with it making sure it was clean. He put the cloth aside and got some shampoo to clean Bill's pubic hair. He made a sudsy pillow on his crotch getting the cum out that he had deposited in there earlier. All the while Bill's penis stood erect, waiting, wanting more.
The untouched description ended quickly enough when Chris picked up the washcloth again and brought soap to the only spot, where there was no soap. He took Bill's dick and ever so gently scrubbed the shaft, but left the tip untouched. He wasn't washing it; he was masturbating his new employer.
Chris leaned against Bill's side continuing to `wash' Bill's dick, then he noticed Bill's scrotum as it pulled up against the base of Bill's dick. Chris realized it was doing it again, just like earlier this morning when his testicles pulled up just before he cummed in his mouth. Thinking briefly about it, he realized his own balls pulled up when he orgasmed too.
Bill moaned, "Oh Chris . . ." and he realized it was another sign of an impending ejaculation. Chris leaned down and put his lips around Bill's pee slit, being careful not to get any of the soapy area near them. Barely a second later Bill thrust his hips and cum erupted from his dick straight into Chris' mouth 4 times. Without a dick in his mouth, there was plenty of room for the viscus fluid and Chris let it accumulate. Only after the dribbles ended, did Chris swallow, then went back to lick the remainder from his glans. "Careful there Chris, it's kinda sensitive right now."
"Why does it do that?" Chris asked. "Pat had problems with that, but Jase didn't."
"I don't really know," Bill said through his labored breaths, "I've read somewhere it doesn't affect everyone. Something to do with all the nerve endings in the penis, I guess. Does it happen to you?"
"Nope I can just keep doing it till I cum again."
"Lucky you."
"Ok, my turn," Chris told Bill, handing him the washcloth.
Bill almost gleefully took the soapy cloth and stood behind him. He started at Chris' neck, and worked his way down his back as he had done so many times at camp applying the lotion, now he was washing his boy. At least he wished it was his boy, but Chris and his mother loved each other very much and he'd never come between them. When he came to the globes of his perfect behind, Bill's hand moved in circles, first on one side then the other, these buttocks were going to be the cleanest butt cheeks in town. When he was satisfied that he had accomplished that, he concentrated on the dividing crease between them. Without the cloth, his middle finger sank to the bottom while the digits on either side of it stayed on the cheeks. That middle finger scrubbed up and down that crease from where it started near his waist, to just below his anus.
"Ok spread your legs some," Bill ordered.
Chris being 13 obeyed, but went to the extreme and spread his legs almost 3 feet. Bill sat on the bench to make reaching under him easier. His hand covered with the washcloth again, gently at first scrubbed his perineum, but then Bill's fingers pressed upward just behind the boy's scrotum, pressing into the bulbospongiosus muscle which put pressure on the part of the penis that is inside the body, not hanging down, or sticking up, depending on condition. He worked his fingers back and forth and inch or so, masturbating Chris without touching his external penis. The motion caused Chris' dick to flail up and down like he was doing jumping jacks nude.
Bill stopped doing that, telling Chris, "I don't want you to ejaculate in the shower and waste that precious semen of yours, there's so little of it." Still seated he washed the backs and the fronts of Chris' legs where obstinate pieces of grass stuck to his skin. He scrubbed, getting the dirt and grass off all the way up to his crotch, but no further.
Bill stood and pulled Chris' body to his just like that night in the outhouse cold-water shower. Bill's hard-on pressing into the small of Chris' back and Chris did everything he could to rub his back against Bill's dick.
Bill ignored his efforts and with the soap nearly gone from the cloth, he picked up the bar and scrubbed Chris' torso, including his pubic area, but excluding his beautiful penis for now. "Close your eyes," Bill warned half a second before the now soapy cloth covered his face and scrubbed it clean. He didn't rinse off the soap, but added more in the form of shampoo.
At last, Bill moved Chris into the cascading water from the rain-forest shower head. Soap ran from their bodies and circled the drain. With a flair of dramatics, Bill grasped Chris' penis with the washcloth, "At last," Chris sighed. Bill stroked the dick a couple times for cleanliness and pulled off. "Don't stop now," Chris pleaded.
Bill was adamant. "I told you I wouldn't waste it in the shower. Take your hand off your dick!" Bill ordered.
Chris acting as frustrated as he could, pulled his hand away, "Ok, but now you have to suck it."
Bill ignored his comment, that was his plan anyway. He grabbed the one fluffy towel he'd laid out and did a half-ass job of drying them both off. He picked up the 95-pound boy and carried him out into the bedroom. He threw him through the air on to the bed. In the air, Chris yelled a drawn-out "Dad," as he flew. Chris bounced and giggled enjoying the attention.
The fact that Chris had just call him `Dad' did not go unnoticed by Bill. It wasn't all that uncommon for a fatherless boy, or girl for that matter, to accidently call him `Dad' at the Community Center. He never acknowledged it other than to answer as if the child had called him by his name, but he did enjoy it. Sometimes the child would catch themselves and be embarrassed, but usually not. This was the first time Chris had made that mistake. Or maybe it wasn't a mistake. Chris had never had anyone to get into a habit of calling him, Dad.
Bill pounced on the bed making Chris bounce up again, Chris landed and spread his legs for what he hoped would happen. Bill moved over the boy and gobbled up Chris' dick. He swirled his tongue once around his glans, then applied some suction. He bobbed his head up and down a couple times and Chris orgasmed. 13-year-olds have so little staying power, good thing they can do back-to-backs with limited recover time.
Knowing Chris wouldn't get sensitive, Bill continued as if he hadn't just received his semen. He left it in his mouth and bobbed up and down with his semen lubricating between his lips and Chris' shaft. It took a few minutes of play, and Chris spasmed and cummed again.
Bill sucked gently while removing his lips from Chris' dick. At the same time, he also removed the remains of Chris' semen. Bill crawled up next to Chris and shared the pillow with him.
Chris rolled over looking at Bill, "Can I kiss you?"
"Don't you ever ask me that again!" Bill exclaimed.
"I'm sorry I didn't mean . . ."
"No, you don't understand. You don't ever have to ask to kiss me; just kiss me." Chris' surprised look was replaced with a big smile, a wiggle to get closer, an arm around Bill's neck, and Chris' lips touching Bill's. Bill pushed his tongue out and Chris let him in.
Chris pulled back, "Is that my semen I taste?"
"Sure is. I didn't swallow any of it, I wanted your flavor in my mouth." Bill replied.
"I taste pretty good!" Chris said moving back in and sticking his tongue in Bill's mouth to get more of his flavor. They laid like that a while kissing, till they weren't because they'd fallen asleep.
One woke the other, and they took up their kissing right where they left off. Well, almost. The difference was that now neither had an erection. They only kissed a couple minutes and got up. Both were hungry and had almost slept through lunch. It was almost 1:30 and since Chris had shown up to mow the lawn, he finished that, they'd had sex on the back patio, the front porch steps, in Mr. Bill's shower, and his bed.
That afternoon Bill and Chris went to see the new movie, Predator, starring Arnold Schwarzenegger. It was rated `R' but considering that Chris was heavily involved in `X' rated activities, Bill felt he'd be able to handle a little R-rated material. Except it was R-rated for violence, not sexual content.
After finishing the movie, they went inside Irongate Mall just to walk around. They had no intention of buying anything, and eventually ended up in the K-Mart store. As they passed the boy's department, Bill remembered how tight Chris underwear was, and they detoured to the display of packaged underclothing and socks. "Oh, these are cute," Bill said holding up some superhero briefs.
"Yeah, for someone's who's 5," Chris replied.
"Ok, what would you wear?" Bill asked.
"Anything that wouldn't stand out in the showers at gym. Everyone wears white."
"Does grey make you stand out?" Bill tried. That was the only other option, white or grey.
"Yeah, guys will pick on anyone who's different."
"White it is. What size are you?"
"The ones I'm wearing are 8, so 10 I guess."
There were loose pairs lying on the bottom shelf where others had opened packages then thrown them back, Bill found a size 10 and a size 12, "Here go try these on," he suggested tossing the pants at him.
Chris caught them and took off for the dressing room. A few seconds later he peaked back around the corner, "Aren't you coming with me?"
"What? Afraid of someone molesting you in the changing room?"
"No, I'm afraid no one will molest me," Chris said softly. Bill followed him into the over-size closet.
Chris is only there to try on underpants, but the first thing he took off was his t-shirt. Then he dropped his shorts, and struggled to get his existing tight underpants down. Bill noticed how tight they've gotten; the elastic band has created an indent around his waist. Chris tried on the size 10 pair, struggling to even get them up, "Stop, those are too tight, don't bother." He shimmied those off handing them to Bill.
Bill compared that pair to the pair he'd worn. They were nearly the same size. Chris' size 8 pants which were permanently stretched out to almost matching the size 10 pants. Chris pulled on the size 12. They easily slid up his calves and over his butt. He released the waistband with a satisfying snap against his skin. "That's much better. I can't remember the last time I had underpants that fit so nice." He grabbed the pouch and hefted his maturing genitals, "That's more like it, there's room to move around. Wanna feel?" Chris offered his crotch to Bill.
"No, those look fine for now, we'll come back when you need a larger size."
Chris took the sample underpants off, "Wanna feel now?" the little nude tease offered. Bill called his bluff and grabbed his crotch, he could feel, Chris becoming erect.
"Put your clothes on. We got what we came for." Bill said taking his hand away. With Chris dressed they left the dressing room; Bill tossed his old underwear into the trash can outside the changing room, allowing him to go commando for the trip home. Back at the display they chose two packages of 5 white briefs.
"That's more underwear than I've ever owned."
"You're a teenager now, things can happen down there, and you need more underwear."
Walking towards the registers, they passed the Home Decor section, "Hey, do you still need a frame for your certificate?"
"Yeah, Mom didn't have one."
"Well, we're here, and they have frames."
Chris selected a simple 8 ½ x 11" black frame intended for certificates, and they added it to their purchase.
In the car on the way home Chris began tearing open one of the new bags. "What are you doing? Can't that wait till we get home?"
"I wanna feel what it's like to wear new underpants, I can't remember the last time I got NEW underpants." He had his pants off seconds later and was squirming around pulling on a pair of his new Haines.
"Good thing there wasn't a truck next to us. You might have flashed an unsuspecting driver."
"Yeah, so what? He gets to see a kid's dick? He'd probably prefer to see yours." Bill didn't tell him that many men, would rather see a boy's dick, than another man's. He finished dressing as they pulled into the garage at home.
Judy arrived 20 minutes late, but that wasn't a surprise considering her boss. She had a cake carrier in one hand and a bag in the other. The sauce had been simmering since they got home from the movie and shopping, and the salads were made, all he needed to do was boil the spaghetti, broil the garlic bread, and open the Chianti. Judy put Chris' birthday cake on the table and a present next to it, and offered to help. Chris slipped away to the living room to play some more Nintendo.
"I don't know what you did to my son at camp, but in just one night I could see changes in him. He's much more, umm, well, much more relaxed about his body for one thing. I nearly had a heart attack yesterday when he dropped his pants in front of me. I haven't seen his penis like that since he was 5. And last night he was running between his room and the bathroom naked."
"Well, that's probably my fault, I taught the kids about how sleeping nude is warmer than wearing the day's under-clothes. Plus, with checking his rash, applying lotion and giving him shots, he was naked with me several times a day, and then being nude with his buddies in the pool house. I'll also have to admit that I allowed the boys to move between their tents and the outhouse nude. I suspect I may have introduced more than one boy to a mild form of nudism at camp."
"Well for one, I appreciate that. I've always believed in a positive body image for boys as well as girls, but I never made as much progress with him as you did in ten days."
"He did have a head start, he did the swim test the first day nude, claiming he forgot his swim suit. But it turned out it was to win a bet."
"Shit, he's still doing that?"
"Not since after the swim test, I gave him reasons to stop that, and he took it to heart. He even returned the money he won."
"I really thought I had broken him of that. What did you tell him?"
"I simply pointed out that he was alienating friends instead of making them. Did he show you his certificate for `The Spirit of Camp Whitefish' award? It was a unanimous vote of his fellow campers."
"Yes, he's very proud of it. He wants to frame it." Bill smiled, knowing they'd bought the frame that afternoon.
Dinner was simple but enjoyed by all. The Chianti taking the spaghetti up a notch. Birthday Cake was served after dinner along with ice cream from Bill's freezer. Chris opened his birthday present and Mom got a heartfelt kiss for her efforts. She stayed up after Chris went to bed last night to bake the cake and got up early to decorate it and prepare it to take to work.
"I got another birthday present today from Mr. Bill. Wanna see it?"
"Sure honey, let's see," she replied. Chris dropped his pants right there in the dining room and kicked them away. He did a little pirouette so she could see the new underpants.
"I got 10 pair!" he said proudly. "See how well they fit." He moved in close for her to check the fit.
Judy slipped her fingers into the waistband and saw there was some room to grow. "Very nice."
"And Bill got me a frame for my certificate." Chris added.
"Bill, you shouldn't have." Judy admonished.
"Oh, it's nothing really. We went to a movie after he mowed the lawn, and were walking through the mall and ended up in K-Mart. I remembered how tight his underwear was and as we walked by the boy's department, they were on sale. Then leaving, we passed through the home section and found frames." Bill lied, the pants weren't on sale, but it helped sell the story of an impulse purchase.
After posing in his new underwear, Chris picked up his shorts went to the living room. He dropped his shorts on the floor and restarted his game. Bill and Judy remained at the table with the remains of the wine, to `talk.'
"There, you see that?" she asked, pointing to Chris. "I haven't seen him play in underwear since he was 8 or 9.
"Before you start on what you wanted to ask me, I need to ask for a favor first. This is a huge ask, and I won't hold it against you if you want to say no.
"Yesterday I told you how I dropped out of college. Well, I want to go back and finish my business degree. With Chris turning 13, as much as I hate the idea, he's old enough for me to leave him alone during the day while I'm at work, and in the evening, when I'm in school. I've already told the babysitter, he won't be coming back, except maybe on rare instances.
"I talked with Chris last night about this, and what I'm going to ask was actually his idea."
Bill could only hope what she was going to ask. "Ok, what?"
"I really don't feel comfortable leaving Chris home all day and evening with maybe a few minutes between work and class. Would it be possible for him to spend time here with you, especially during the week when I have class?"
Bill's heart leap for joy at the thought of having more alone-time with his sexy nude friend. But on the exterior, he stayed calm and relaxed. "Well, I do volunteer a fair amount of time at the Community Center. So, he'd have to go there with me, I wouldn't want to leave him alone either."
"No problem. He has a bunch of new friends he says, and can meet up with them there," Judy replied.
Bill tried to sound as if he would be doing that reluctantly, but was loving the possibilities.
"How long do you need to finish school."
"I'm not real sure. I can get started next week at Hibbing Community College; they have the classes I need."
"So, like a year or two?"
"Oh, no, not that long. The summer and the fall semester could do it. I was nearly done when I had to drop out.
"Wellllll. . . .," Bill drew out his reply trying to sound less than excited than he was, "I guess we can work this out. There's lots of moving parts here, your work schedule, your surprise work schedule, your school, my volunteer work. . . , but I'm sure we can figure it out and make it work."
They continued to work on a plan that barely looked like a plan at all, her schedule was a mess, and they'd work around it. Sometimes Chris would stay overnight, other times Judy would pick him up after classes if it wasn't too late. Basically, Bill was agreeing to be an on-demand sitter. There were no set days for specific actions.
Finally with their haphazard, plan in place, Judy asked Bill, "What was it that you wanted to talk with me about?"
"It was an idea of how we could mess over the owner of your store. I'm not sure if you're aware or not, but he's violating several labor laws. If we can gather enough evidence, the state can force him to change the way he does business." Bill explained.
"Actually, I kinda knew that, but I can't afford to lose this job. I've been present for several yelling matches between my boss, Saeed and an employee arguing over being cheated on overtime or being shorted for hours worked. That's why we call him Saeed Pedophile behind his back, because he abuses people, just maybe not kids. But the name stuck anyway."
"So, let's make a list of things we know he does to his employees or other things he does at the store that are questionable," Bill suggested.
"You mean like smearing the shelf dates on expired products?"
"Yeah, exactly. Don't worry we'll keep you protected, and if you do get fired, we'll sue him for unlawful termination, and I'll help you find a new job." Bill reassured her.
Together they
worked for a couple hours to identify as many questionable practices and made
them into a single list. They arrived at quite a list:
~Requiring off-clock work
~Modifying shelf food dates
~Harassment
~Employment discrimination
~Improper pay for overtime
~No breaks
~Forced to forgo meal breaks
~Renting X-rated movie out of back room for cash
~Deducting broken items from wages
~Selling rotisserie food that had been out too long
~Improper cleaning of soda machines.
"How many past employees has he pissed off like this?"
"All of them! That's why there's such a high turn-over. I'm his longest tenured employee and I've only been there 2½ years. In that time alone, I've seen 20 employees come and go."
"Do you have access to his records?"
"Everybody does. He locks them in a file cabinet and hangs the key on the wall."
"Good, I'm glad Saeed is so trusting. Could you copy those records?"
"We don't have a copy machine. But I could pull them and let you take them to the copy store down the block."
"That'll work. With evidence we can file a complaint. When's your next shift when he won't be around?"
"I can ask for a night shift. I'll tell him I need to take Chris to the doctor that day, and he'll let me switch. We'd have from 8:30 p.m. to 5:00 a.m. But I'll need to do it before I start school."
"Get it set up for later this week if you can."
"I'll set it up for Friday night. He hates Friday nights and rarely comes in."
"Perfect, I'll plan it for Friday."
"Wait, I just remembered, the copy store isn't open at night."
"I'll use the Community Center machines; I have keys to the building. I'll set it up so I can use it after-hours."
Bill and Chris went to the Community Center together on Thursday, Chris caught up to his friends he'd made at camp.
Bill started making contacts. He had friends he'd made through his volunteer service at the Mesabi Community Center. They knew people who knew people, connected to code enforcement, and law enforcement. The manager of the Mesabi Mining operations was exceptionally helpful with connections to employment law, both at the county and state level. With these powerful people behind Bill's project, the bolder that would crush Saeed quickly started rolling. They waited patiently for the proof, but opened their investigations and assigned investigators.
On her day off, Judy registered for college classes during the summer trimester. She picked up Chris from the Center on her way home from the school.
Judy spent the day with Chris and when it was time, she dropped Chris at the Community Center since Bill was volunteering that day. They wanted everything to appear normal.
Bill and Chris stayed late. To kill some time, they walked to diner a couple blocks away, the Courtyard Café, one of the better places in town.
Friday night came and Bill and Chris drove to the back door of the Mart and were met by Judy holding it open for them, she pointed out the desk, the file cabinet, and the keys for them.
Instead of taking individual files, Bill took whole drawers, all 4 of them. In the desk, they found the accounting ledgers. There were 2, so he took both.
Bill and Chris took everything back to the Community Center and a friend of Bill met them there to help with the copying, she had worked for Saeed at one time and had been screwed by him as well. She was more than happy to give up a Friday evening. With two of them running machines and Chris as a gofer, the task went quickly, and they returned the files to the Mart before 11 p.m.
Chris was spending the night at Mr. Bill's for the first time, so upon arrival they returned to their nudist state. Even though it was late, neither was ready to go to bed and they sat in the living room and turned on the TV.
After lifting those heavy file drawers, Bill was working his arm, moving it around in circles, like he was trying to loosen up a bit. "What's wrong Mr. Bill," Chris asked.
"I don't know, I tweaked something in my shoulder moving the drawers. May have pulled a muscle some. Probable my trapezius muscle."
"Can I help you? I can massage it for you. Mom has me do her neck and shoulders sometimes."
"Yeah, that might help, worst case . . . it'll feel nice. Let's go up to my room and use the big bed." From the linen closet, Bill pulled a sheet and gave it to Chris. "Lay this on top of my bedspread in case we get sloppy. I'll go find the massage oil."
Bill went in his bathroom to find the oil, then took it down to the kitchen and put it in the microwave just long enough to warm it. He laid on the sheet Chris had spread, and Chris climbed up on this back. He sat in the small of his back so he could reach his sore shoulder.
He started at Bill's neck and even he could tell Bill's muscles were tight. "Tell me where it hurts."
"It's just the right side, some in the neck, the shoulder and down into my back." When a location was mentioned, Chris would press on the area and Bill would confirm where the pain was.
Chris poured the warm oil on the afflicted area and used everything his mom had taught him about back massage working on Bill. Everywhere Chris worked he could feel the muscle relax, and he slowly worked from the neck to the upper back, then out to the shoulder and back to the middle. Down the right side of Bill's spine, Chris' magic fingers and knuckles dug into the muscle stretching it and helped it relax. He stayed at it an hour and finally arrived in the lower back where the trapezius muscle ends. Each time he worked lower on Bill's back, Chris had to scoot further down Bill's back.
Neither of them had said a word this whole time, if you don't count moans and groans of appreciation from Bill, talking. Chris wanted to finish up by completing the massage to Bill's waist.
Long ago, Chris' dick had become hard. After all he was naked and sitting on Bill's naked body, what 13-year-old boys wouldn't be erect? But it wasn't affecting his massage in any way.
Each time he massaged lower on Bill's back, he scooted further down Bill's body. The final time Chris scooted down Bill's back, he ended up on Bill's thighs, his hard dick resting in Bill's wide-open butt-crack. He leaned froward to massage from this new position and his boner slid right up the crack between his buns just like when Bill had massaged his back and his penis slid through his intergluteal cleft. Chris moved a couple more times and realized Bill's crack was super slippery the way his dick slid so easily back and forth.
Chris couldn't believe how good this was feeling, and began sliding his dick up and down that crack on purpose. A couple times he pulled back far enough that he could feel Bill's butt-hole with his dick. It even poked Bill, and Bill whispered, "It's ok Chris, you can put it in me."
Bill had prepared himself for this when he went for the oil. He put KY Jelly on and in his butt, realizing this situation might develop.
The next time he pulled back he watched where his dick went and when he poked in Bill's crack, he used his hand to center his dick in the center of Bill's hole. It was hot there, even with just the tip of his penis breaking the entrance of his favorite man in the whole world.
"Go on Chris, push it in," Bill told Chris.
Chris felt Bill's anus open as he pushed out, and Chris' penis entered a little more. "Push in," Bill encouraged Chris.
Chris moved his hips and his dick disappeared in Bill's ass. "Ooohhhh Fuuuuuuck," Chris uttered and slumped forward over the hump of Bill's butt and onto his back, his dick fully embedded in the warm tunnel of Bill's anal canal.
To Chris, it felt as if the nerve endings of his penis were alive. Masturbating never felt like this. Getting sucked didn't feel like this. He could feel Bill's anus and his sphincter muscles as they gripped his dick.
Chris was already in Bill as far as he could go, but nature told him to go deeper, and his hips obeyed, trying to thrust his penis in even deeper. Then he was pulling back, his dick sliding through the tunnel of velvety softness, caressing his dick on all sides. Every nuance of Bill's anus against his penis was another new experience. His dick hit a tightness as his corona contacted the inside of the anus. He instinctively knew to reverse direction and thrust his dick back inside Mr. Bill. A deep moan, for a 13-year-old, escaped from Chris' throat. "Oh Mr. Bill," Chris called out, as his hips repeated the two steps over and over.
"Chris, that feels so, so good. I've never. . . Shit, I'm cumming!" Mr. Bill yelled as his cum pulsed into the sheet beneath him. Bill's anus clenched Chris' dick as he continued reciprocating in and out of Bill's behind.
Bill's larger anus and the lube he squeezed in there, eased the amount of pressure on Chris dick, allowing him to continue to fuck Bill from behind. "Scoot up if you can Chris," Bill suggested. Chris could only move an inch or so, but that changed the angle of Chris' dick in Bill's ass. As he continued to thrust it was now more of an up and straight down motion, Chris didn't understand the difference, but Bill could tell. Chris' dick was now directly bombarding Bill's internal joy buzzer, battering his neglected prostate, giving it a beating and beginning the drive to another orgasm. Bill's dick never softened, as Chris continued a steady thrusting of his hips into him. Chris hugged him and held Bill tightly.
Bill orgasmed a second time, more sperm joined their twins in the sheet that enveloped Bill's dick.
Chris couldn't believe how good this all was. Why hadn't he been taught this in kindergarten? This time Chris experienced the entire process of an orgasm in extreme detail, as if in slow motion. The fire started deep in his belly. Something made his toes curl. Feelings came up his leg joining feelings coming from his butt, all three combined in his balls and caused an explosion sending his sperm on their final journey. He clutched Bill tightly, and thrust his hips froward, his muscles contracted over and over expelling something; then nothing, but the contractions continued. Two small streams shot from his penis into Bill's ass. "Daddy. . ." Chris cried.
Neither moved. Chris couldn't. He was physically unable after what he just experienced. Bill didn't, because he didn't want to disturb the moment.
The next morning the two of them laid side-by-side just enjoying each other's company. Chris rolled over throwing his leg over Bill's and started running his fingers through Bill's chest hair. "When are you going to do that with me?"
`Fuck,' Bill thought to himself. `Why should first anal penetration between a man and a boy have to hurt? It doesn't matter that it goes away and turns into something beautiful, there will always be that memory of the pain first. Damnit, that's not gonna happen to my boy,' Bill had already decided. Bill rolled over and reached into the drawer. He fumbled around feeling for one specific thing, it was probably on the bottom, he hadn't used it for years.
There it was, Bill's fingers located the semi-soft silicone dildo. He hid it in his hand as best he could and rolled back facing Chris. "Have you heard that anal sex with someone who has a larger penis can hurt?" Bill asked.
"Yeah, the guys in Tent 5 told me stories of their first times and all of them said it really hurt at first," Chris replied. And when Pat fucked me, it didn't exactly feel good; I mean it did after a while, but it hurt a little at first.
"That's right, and I don't want our first time together to be like that. Did they also tell you that after repeated encounters, that it didn't hurt anymore?"
"That's exactly what happened on our last night. I had all four of them fuck me starting with Ken, he's the smallest, then worked up from there, finishing with Jason. By the time it was his turn, he didn't hurt me at all."
"That's because the anus stretches and after enough times, it doesn't go back to its original size for a long time."
"Kinda like my old underpants."
"Exactly, like your underpants. So, I have here a device designed to help stretch your anus." Bill opened his hand showing Chris the dildo. It was solid black, the base, or the part that stayed outside of the body, was like a rocker that conformed to the curvature of a person's bottom. The main shaft, just above the rocker was 1" diameter, from that, it tapered for 2", to a maximum diameter of 1½", then tapered down to a rounded tip over the next 3". The tip had a diameter of about ½".
Chris took it from his hand and studied it. "When that comfortably fits through your anus, we can discuss having sex together." Bill told him.
"You mean you'll fuck me?"
"I wouldn't put it that crudely. I'm never going to fuck you. I may have sex with you or I might make love to you, but may lightning strike me dead, if I ever `fuck' you."
"What's the difference?"
"It's all a matter of perception and intent. Some people call any act of sex involving a penis and a hole, fucking. But that is a primitive, vulgar word that I find rude and offensive to describe what should be such a beautiful act. Do you see what I mean?"
"Yeah, I hear you."
"But, as with most rules, there are exceptions. When a couple are sexually aroused, they sometimes like to spice up their encounter by `talking dirty' to each other and use words they don't really mean, to say naughty or even raunchy things to each other.
"Another example might be, say if you hit your thumb with a hammer, your response to that might be the exclamatory "Oh Fuck!" which has nothing to do with intercourse. It's just an exclamation, no different than "Oh Shit! See?"
"Yeah, I see."
"Can you think of an instance where "fuck" might be used properly?"
"Uhm, yeah, like at camp, when Ralphie and Trent went into the same toilet stall at Boat Cove. I know there was no love making going on, and I don't think it was having sex, Trent just gave Ralphie a quick fuck, and they were done."
Bill thought to himself, `I gotta stop the line of conversation, I'm teaching a 13-year-old how to talk dirty. So, he said,' "Yes, that's a good example. You seem to understand, so please, don't use the term "fuck" to describe what goes on between us."
"So, how do I use this thing?" Chris asked.
"Well, your ultimate goal is to get the large diameter in the middle through your anus."
"What's the part at the bottom for?"
"The rocker is there to keep the whole thing from slipping up inside you. It'd be embarrassing to have to go to a doctor to have him remove it from your large intestines. It also makes a perfect handle when you need to pull it out.
"So, you always want to put lube on it, and just start out slow. Put the tip in you, and see how much you can push up inside you. It may take several days before you can get it all the way in. Just get the tip in and like bounce it in and out always trying for a little deeper. Eventually, it'll go through. You'll see.
"At that point, you're not done. You have to keep doing it, letting the large part go through a bunch of times. The more you do it, the better the stretch will be. You can also push it all the way in to the rocker and leave it there for a couple hours. That way, your hole can't close. Helps keep you open. Until you can go several hours without it in you, and then you can put it all the way in, in one shot; then you'll be ready for me to make love to you. That doesn't mean you can't make love to me while you're still working on getting yourself ready."
"Thank you, Mr. Bill!" Chris said as he hugged Bill clutching the dildo in one hand.
Judy came over for lunch late Saturday morning and they began going through the piles of paper. One thing became obvious quickly; Saeed didn't own the store. He was just an independent contractor, hired to run the store, his contract was filled with incentives to increase profits "by any means possible."
Judy was studying the two accounting ledgers. Interesting numbers. Dates were for the same time periods, but the books didn't match. Judy's boss was keeping 2 sets of books. Her accounting classes from a few years ago came in handy as she realized money was being moved off the books to a separate account.
The asshole was skimming! Embezzlement! Tax fraud! His ass was cooked.
They organized the copies into types of infractions and put them in banker boxes. They worked into the late afternoon, before completing the organization.
Judy had Sunday off, so Chris went home with her for Saturday dinner and a together day on Sunday.
Bill was miserable Sunday, he read most of the day. Consumed some time reading through the files from the Quik-E Mart. He microwaved leftovers for dinner and watched TV when it got dark. How he missed having Chris around.
Judy was now on the day shift Monday through Thursday with her classes taking up those four nights. Her schedule for her other 3 days was a crap-shoot at the whim of the asshole. Surprisingly the asshole had agreed to this simplified schedule. She wouldn't be getting home until almost 9:30 p.m. each night. As a result of Bill and Judy's loose agreement on child care, Chris was almost living with Mr. Bill, he'd brought clothes over that stayed in `his' room. Sometimes he would go home with her returning the next morning, other times he stayed overnight with Bill.
Chris always went to the Community Center when Bill was there. Bill, because of that, cut back on his volunteer hours. He still did scheduled activities, like the computer lab, but with it being summer there was no homework lab. His unofficial office hours were now being spent with Chris mostly at home.
The first day of Judy's classes, June 29th, Bill arrived in his office at the Center with Chris in tow after she dropped him off on her way to work. Chris quickly ran off to find some of his new friends to entertain themselves as young boys do. There was plenty of Center activities to join in.
Bill went to his office and began researching the company that owned the Quick-E Mart. He contacted a friend at a Duluth Law office. His friend was a commercial real estate broker and Bill told him about the property he was interested in. The broker was not impressed with his selection, and warned him to stay away from mini-markets, but Bill was not to be deterred. His friend called back with several possible contact numbers. He also suggested that if he was serious, he should form a corporation to own it, not own it personally, and one their law clerks could set it up for him. Bill gave him permission to do just that. "What would you like to call it?"
"Hell, I don't know, I've never named a company before."
"Doesn't have to be fancy, name it after your goldfish." They both laughed at that and Bill promised to think something up.
There were many dead ends in the numbers and it appeared another was on the immediate horizon, with another nameless 800 phone number.
Bill dialed it anyway, and got an actual human, but just a "Hello?" No business name, no how-can-I-help-you, just "Hello?"
"Um, sorry to bother you, I'm not real sure about this number, but I'm looking for the company that owns the Quik-E Mart in Hibbing, Minnesota."
"Uh, we own lots of businesses, how do you spell that?"
Well, that was the most positive response yet. Bill spelled the uncommon name.
"Lemme check, just a minute." The line went quiet, then the banging of file cabinets opening and closing could be heard. "Ok, found it. It's ours, what's your interest here?"
Bill laid out a story that he'd lived there only a few years and was considering going into the mini-market business, and was interested in purchasing the store. The reply was somewhat of a surprise. "Why would you want a dump like this place? It's one of our worst performing stores, this store is barely breaking even."
"That's interesting," Bill said trying to sound surprised, "I've been by that store several times. I believe the surrounding neighborhood could easily support a store like that."
"Revenues from that store have dropped steadily over the several years we've owned it."
"Well, I believe that store could do a much better job and I think, the neighborhood could support such a store. I'm retired, and have decided to try my hand at retail. Since it's performing so badly, you willing to sell it?"
"Uh, I don't know. I'd have to do some checking first. Can you give me a couple days?"
Bill laid it on thick. "Well, I've got feelers out to a couple other locations that frankly are better looking properties, and in better neighborhoods. But yeah, I guess I could wait a couple days before pulling the trigger."
They exchanged information and promised a two-day return call.
The Wentworth Company, a holding company, registered in Delaware, owned hundreds of independent mini-markets, strip malls, and small restaurants all in separate L.L.Cs. Occasionally a company like this would make a mistake and buy a pig like this Quik-E Mart. But K.J. Wentworth was suspicious as to why someone would want this particular store. He saw an opportunity to unload a pig, potentially at a profit to an unsuspecting novice store owner.
That was until he began making his own calls. Sources in Minnesota told him there were investigations in process by the Minnesota Attorney General and other local jurisdictions. Calling in favors, he discovered his store was suspected of numerous employment violations. That fucking Saeed (he had to look up the name) couldn't run a simple corner market. Mr. Wentworth wanted no part of an investigation with the potential for fines, back wages, and possibly even jail time.
Bill received a call from The Wentworth Company. It was an almost familiar voice, "Please hold for Mr. J.K. Wentworth please. The voice changed slightly to the voice he recognized. Bill figured J.K. was acting as his own secretary to sound more important. Whatever. "Mr. Foreman, good afternoon, sir." He carried on about the potential value such a well located mini-market, yadda, yadda, yadda. Bill wasn't buying any of the shit he was piling on. "As much as we would hate to part with it, we would consider selling for $55,400. That would, of course, include all inventory, receipts, and invoices at the time of closing."
Bill wasn't having any of this $50,000 price, after 5 minutes they agreed on $23,000. J.K.'s real estate agent was to send the formal offer over to Bill's agent for final approval. Bill knew right then, he wouldn't be signing the document, at least not with the stated conditions in it. But he formally thanked Mr. Wentworth for working with him.
Bill called his agent and warned him what was coming, and the changes he knew would have to be made. But still wanted the agent to look over the fine print.
Documents were faxed and the agent called Bill. "Damn Bill, he's really trying to stick it to you. He has you assuming cost that haven't even occurred yet. Hell, he might as well have included college tuition for his grand-children. No way you're signing this!"
"Yeah, I assumed he would. I laid a story on him that I was a retiree wanting to get into a mini-market. He assumed I was a schmuck he could take advantage of, I guess. It's a holding company. Send him back the offer as it should be. Divest me of his management contractor, Saeed, by name, and any debts, judgements, liens, fines, or other encumbrances including, but not limited to past-due wages, civil judgements, etc., etc., related to activities of the store happening prior to the close of escrow. You know the drill."
"Bill, you are a schmuck. I'll warn you again, but I know you'll just ignore me. Stay away from mini-markets. There are better ways to make money. But I will do as you ask, I'll protect you. You got a name for me?"
"Yeah, Miss Sally Merchandising."
Bill was naming the corporation after Mr. Bill's girlfriend. Not the real Mr. Bill, he doesn't have a girlfriend; the clay animation Mr. Bill. He also wanted it to have a female name to give a nod to Judy who would be taking over soon.
"You got it my friend."
Wentworth got the revised offer and realized he wasn't dealing with a country bumpkin. Bill and his agent took out or reversed every protective clause in the contract. This new contract would probably require him to go through another bankruptcy for the L.L.C. that owned that one store, but he was anxious to be rid of the legal problems. It wasn't like he didn't have 8 bankruptcies already this year. He figured he'd take the $23,000, and hide it, at least he'd get that much out of a bad situation. He requested a 5-business day escrow. It was another failed attempt as Bill required a standard 30-day escrow.
Wentworth wasn't too worried; these investigations take months to fruition.
Papers were signed and escrow was opened with Bill's bank transfer late Monday afternoon.
Bill rounded up Chris and headed to dinner, then back to his house for the evening. Back in the house and comfortably nude again, Chris and Bill settled in for an evening movie on the VCR.
They sat comfortably on the couch together nestled up against each other's body, when suddenly Chris jumped up and ran upstairs. Curious, Bill watched him disappear and could hear him rummaging around in his room. He came back down the stairs trying to apply KY Jelly to the upper half of the dildo while he navigated the steps.
"You gonna do that on my couch?" Bill asked.
"Yeah, that was my plan." Chris replied.
"Then get a bath towel to put under you, I don't need lubricant all over the cushions."
"Here, hold this," Chris asked holding out the lube and the lubricated dildo. Bill took them from him, and he ran back up the stairs to the linen closet.
`This could be fun,' Bill thought to himself.
Chris quickly returned with a large towel and spread it on the couch where he planned to sit. "Ok, how do I do this?"
"Well, to start you off, let me demonstrate the technique, then you can figure it out from there. Lay across my lap and spread your legs a little." They got Chris positioned and Bill moved the tip of the dildo to the center of Chris' anus. "We're not going to see how far we can push it in, we're going to see how far your body will let it in." Bill pressed ever so slightly and, of course, Chris' anal ring clamped down tight. "Ya gotta relax your butthole, Buddy."
Bill kept the pressure against the orifice and as Chris relaxed the dildo opened his anus slightly. "I've seen Pat's dick, I know you can take more than this."
"But his dick hurt at first, you said this wouldn't hurt."
"Ok, I've seen Mikey's dick, I know you can take more than this."
"It's not even in that far yet?"
"No, you haven't relaxed yet, I promise you this isn't going to hurt. Let's try something. Tighten up all these muscles," Bill indicated the gluteus muscle group. "Come on everything back here, tighten up hard as you can. Harder, . . . . clench up, . . . . harderrr, . . . . Ok, now relax! All of them, let go."
Chris relaxed and the dildo, still under pressure, slipped in him about a half inch of its length. "Good, you now have Mikey's dick in you."
"Is that all?"
"That enough to get started. Remember how its shaped, round on the tip then tapered?"
"Yeah."
"Well, that shape with the lubricant on it and the pressure from your anus, it would slip right back out if I were to let go, but what I'm going to do, is to let it slip out a controlled distance, and immediately push it back in. Ready?"
"Yeah, go ahead."
"Ok, I'm only holding it in place with a couple fingers, I'm going to move those fingers less than a half inch, and the dildo is going to follow them, then I'll push it back in."
Less than a second elapsed and the dildo slipped out and was pushed right back in to the exact same depth. "Oh, that feels good!" Chris exclaimed.
"Of course, it does, they don't call this ass-play for nothing. Ready to go again?"
"Yeah!"
"This time I'm going to do the exact same thing, but my fingers aren't going to stop moving. They're going to let it slip out, and push it right back in, over and over, and over."
Bill's fingers started moving and didn't stop, in and out, in and out, in and out, faster, in and out, in and out, faster, and faster till it was cycling about two times per second. Chris' anus was full relaxed now and he was enjoying the erotic feeling, and squirming in his lap. Bill continued while talking. "This has only allowed your anus to relax, to make any progress, we need to push it back in with a little more pressure, and keep that pressure up. Allow me to demonstrate."
Bill's hand didn't change speed, but he changed the pressure his fingers applied on the rocker of the dildo.
"I can feel it, it trying to go in further." Chris was still squirming and Bill realized Chris was humping his leg.
"Good that's exactly what you want. Now it's your turn, can you reach back here and replace my hand with yours?"
Chris stopped humping, and reached back. It was a difficult reach, laid out over Bill's lap like he was, but with a little bending at the waist, he reached the dildo and Bill helped position his hand. "Ok, all you have to do is move your fingers, nothing else." Chris started slowly but quickly picked up speed. "Keep up the pressure pretend you're trying to push all of it up in there."
"I am trying to push all of it up in there."
"Good. Ok, now take it out and get off my lap. Make yourself comfortable on the towel, and start over in that position."
Chris pulled the dildo out, manage to not drop it, and sat on the towel on one hip, then laid on his side against Bill. He put the dildo back to his butt and pushed it right back in where he left off. His fingers went back to work bouncing it in and out of his anus. Chris found the whole stretching thing arousing, his dick was hard as could be. Bill knew that eventually Chris would be able to reach his prostate with the tool, and then a new world would open for him.
By the time the movie ended, Chris had been in an enhanced state of sexual arousal for over two hours, and Bill allowed Chris to sleep with him. Bill had been aroused the whole time as well, and had no will-power remaining. He allowed the horny boy to have anal sex with him. Chris had absolutely no staying power, and orgasmed in less than a minute. He then sucked Bill's dick giving him the release he desperately needed.
The week leading up to July 4th weekend, Bill met with the local authorities, sharing the paperwork, on Judy's behalf, although anonymously. Initially, they were concerned about how the documents were acquired, but upon finding out there was `no true attempt to secure them' that allowed the documents to be admissible in court.
In conversations with the Attorney General's (AG) office, Bill had to admit he had no evidence of tampering with the shelf-life data. The AG investigator suggested that he would `go shopping' at the market and purchase the proof. With him making the purchase, the chain of custody would be assured. While he was in town, he stopped by picking up the copies they had made. Bill told the young investigator that he was in escrow to purchase the store. Judy supplied a list identifying the items that had been modified, that he should buy.
Apparently, his shopping trip was successful, and the copies of Saeed's files beautifully detailed many violations. They combined all the crimes into one inditement under the state AG's office. The IRS was alerted as well, but they would wait for now.
7 more chapters to go. . .
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