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July 1987
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Judy's first week of classes was difficult for her. She hadn't been to school in many years and trying to get back into the swing of a full day of work, then school, and homework was very difficult for her. She wanted dearly to spend time with her son, but with everything else, that proved very difficult.
Bill was more than happy to come to the rescue. He offered to allow Chris to stay at his house full time. Chris and Bill would have breakfast ready for her in the morning on her way to work, and dinner ready for her after her shift ended and before class started. This way, she would be fed good meals (Bill was a good cook), and she could spend up to an hour with her son twice a day.
Judy gratefully accepted, realizing this was only a temporary situation, and completing her degree would allow her to find a better job with regular hours. She could be a real parent again.
For Bill and Chris, the arrangement worked out very well too. Chris got to sleep in Bill's bed, not having to worry if his mom would show up unexpectedly, and he could use his dildo anytime they were in the house. Bill wouldn't let him take it to the Community Center.
While they spent every possible minute around the house nude, that time was limited. Most days by being at the Community Center, when Chris' mom was there at breakfast and dinner, trips out shopping or a movie, or whatever. The nights, while Judy went to school, were Bill and Chris' nude time together. Chris made progress each evening stretching his anus with the dildo. Bill graded his progress, starting with Mikey's dick from Monday evening, by Tuesday it was Michael or Mike's dick.
Wednesday, was lawn day, and as they did the previous week, they were out first thing after breakfast to get the mowing done before it got too warm. This time Chris was responsible for everything, from backing the mower out of the garage to putting it away. When he was done, Bill handed him $25. Chris took the $5 and asked Bill, to keep the rest for him. Bill found a pickle jar and put the lone $20 in it. Chris put the jar on the dresser in his room.
Frequently, on the way somewhere, Bill and Chris, would stop at K-Mart, or the mall where invariably Bill would purchase some new clothing item for Chris, new t-shirts replaced his that tended to ride high exposing his belly that Bill would then tickle. They only rode high, because, like his old underpants, they were two sizes too small.
Each evening in front of the TV, Chris would use his dildo, slowly expanding his anus, he enjoyed the feelings as the dildo worked its way deeper and deeper, discovering exactly where his prostate was located on his fourth evening of stretching. He learned how to make himself cum without touching his dick. The towel saved the cushions from more than just the KY Jelly after that night. Bill admonished him for wasting his semen, not warning Bill he was about to cum.
By Thursday night he was up to Willie's dick diameter, and Friday he achieved Pat's diameter. These were all penises he had taken inside him at camp, most had been uncomfortable to some degree. If Bill's assessments were to be believed, he could now take Pat's dick with no pain at all.
The national observance of Independence Day was on Friday July 3rd in 1987. Judy did not get the day off as a mini-market is exceptionally busy with all the barbeques cooking hot dogs, hamburgers and other outdoor foods.
Bill's barbeque was no different, except for the quality of food being cooked. 2" filet mignons were marinated, awaiting Judy's arrival.
Friday night, before dark, they drove over to Virginia, Minnesota to watch the fireworks there. On the evening of the 4th they went to the perimeter road of the Hull–Rust–Mahoning Open Pit Iron Mine north of town for the spectacular company-sponsored fireworks display.
Both evenings, Judy joined them in Bill's living room to watch TV together, this being the only free time Judy had to spend time with her son.
When his mom was around, Chris had gotten into the habit of watching TV or playing video games in just his underpants. His other clothing casually discarded over the arm of the couch or dropped on the floor.
Saturday night after the big fireworks he went to remove his shorts and realized he'd only put on his shorts just before mom got there for dinner. Instead of running upstairs to get underpants, he just took off the shorts like always. From the kitchen Judy noticed her nude son. "He's not even wearing underwear in there tonight," she pointed out.
"Yeah, that's my fault too, he's been doing that the past few nights and I didn't correct him. If it bothers you, I'll work with him to make sure he has some clothes on."
"No, I think it's great. A 13-year-old boy who's comfortable in his skin, in front of his mother, no less. I'd say you've worked a miracle!"
"Well, it wasn't my suggestion, he just started doing it and I didn't say anything."
"He's always had a tendency to push limits. If he wants to run around naked, I say let him, if it's ok with you."
When Bill and Judy joined Chris in the living room, Judy took her normal seat near Chris' head. He was taking up half the couch and she sat next to him. "Put your head on my lap honey." Chris scooted closer and laid his head where she asked. "It's nice to see you so comfortable," she complemented him.
"You mean it doesn't bother you?" Chris asked knowing exactly what she was talking about.
"No, why would it bother me? One of a mom's worst days is when her son won't let her see him naked anymore." Mom replied, "You're just like I remember you when you were young, you're just, . . . bigger now." Judy drew his head to her and kissed the nude boy on the forehead. She sat there caressing his head, running her fingers through his hair, occasionally running a hand down his arm and over his hip trailing over his butt.
He was lying on his right side, with his left leg drawn up. It showed off his butt but hid his genitals under him. He rolled to his back, legs straight out, dick only half-hard, and looked up into her eyes. "Why does a boy do that? Ever since camp, I've discovered a new me. One that's not afraid of being naked or afraid of doing things with friends."
"Oh, so can we stop buying you clothes and you'll go to school naked?" his mom joked.
"I didn't say I wasn't afraid of what other kids might say, so I don't think I'm ready to walk down the street naked, but I mowed the lawn naked, and around friends, I'm ok too, I think."
"So, you've been naked here at Mr. Bill's?" she asked already knowing the answer.
"Yeah, usually just at night and sometimes in the morning before you get here."
"So, you get dressed just because I'm here, or you're going to the Community Center?"
"Yeah, pretty much."
"Well, you don't need to get dressed just for me."
"Really? I didn't know you'd be so cool, mom."
"Now I'm cool, because I'm letting you run around naked?"
Chris wisely didn't answer.
"You have to remember; I was born in '56. I lived through the whole Hippie / free love thing. Course I was only 11 when it started with the Summer of Love. I may not have made it to Woodstock in '69, but even here in Hibbing I had my share of sexual partners. Even messed around with a couple of girls."
"Does that mean you're a lesbeen?"
"The term is Lesbian, and just because I messed around with a couple girls, I'm no more a Lesbian than you messing around with some boys, makes you Gay."
Judy had an overtime shift Sunday, but took Chris home with her Saturday night.
She dropped him off the next morning after breakfast. He told Bill he had an interesting evening, taking his clothes off as soon as he was inside their apartment. Then, in a major surprise his mom joined him nude in the living room. This was the first time Chris had ever really seen a nude female. They stayed up late as Mom told him about growing up in the Free Love Movement. She even described her encounters with her female partners and Chris could relate her descriptions to his male partners at camp. Chris admitted he got hard-ons during this conversation, but his mother paid no mind. He also told Bill he'd never felt closer to his mom and they even slept together in his mom's bed.
The damn was now open. When Chris stayed over, no clothes in the house was standard fare. For Bill, he usually dressed before breakfast if they were going to the Community Center. On Wednesday, lawn day, he stayed nude. When his mom stopped by like for a quick breakfast or dinner between work and class, she stayed dressed because she was only there 20-40 minutes. When she came other times and was staying longer, she would join the two boys nude.
It was during the week after the 4th, Chris and Bill were watching TV when suddenly, "It's all the way in me!" Chris exclaimed. The largest part of the dildo had finally slipped into Chris' rectum.
Bill knew what he was talking about. He'd expected it any day now. "Come over here, let me see." Chris walked over to Bill unsure just how to show him the progress. "Lay over my lap again." Chris laid over him like the time Bill showed him how to work the dildo in.
The rocker portion was firmly seated in Chris' crack, the rest of it up inside him. "Want me to see if it'll come out?"
"Sure, go ahead," Chris replied.
When it had finally slipped in, there was the briefest moment of pain, that quickly subsided. Bill grasped the ends of the dildo's rocker and pulled gently. Bill knew, the pain of entry would be repeated as it exited. It could even be worse the longer it was in there as the anus was closing behind it to the base shaft diameter. He continued pulling and could feel the consternation in Chris' body language. It resisted removal till the anus finally gave up and the dildo popped out.
Without pause, Bill reversed pushing it back in and it quickly parted his anus again and slipped in. He immediately pulled it back out. Bill fucked Chris' anus with the dildo, in and out, all the way, stressing Chris' anus each time the full diameter passed through the sphincter muscle. Bill changed the angle of entry, making the dildo hit his prostate each time. The pressure required reduced each time, till the dildo was sliding through effortlessly with no twinges of pain or even discomfort. Chris orgasmed on Bill's lap. He pushed it in one last time and told Chris to continue to do it a few more nights until he could insert it completely in one shot without having to work it in.
Two nights later Chris appeared before Bill. "I haven't had the dildo in since yesterday. Watch." The dildo was lubed, and when Chris leaned over Bill's lap, he could see lube on his anus as well. Chris reached back, centered the dildo and pushed it all the way in without any adverse reaction or pain. Quite the opposite, there was a groan of satisfaction. He fucked his ass with it, to show Bill he could, then got up with it still in him.
"You said when I could do that, that you'd make love to me."
"It that what you still want?"
"Yes please, I've wanted you to make love to me. . ." he said softly, "since summer camp."
Bill turned off the TV, turned and swept Chris off his feet, carrying him up the stairs to Bill's bedroom where he laid the boy, so full of anticipation, gently on his back. He lifted Chris' feet and pulled the dildo out. Bill dropped it in the bathroom sink and lubricated his penis while standing at the side of the bed. Chris was nearly drooling, watching him.
Bill figured Chris wasn't looking for too much foreplay as he lay there with his legs halfway up, telling Bill he wanted it missionary style. Bill kneeled on the bed and knee-walked between Chris' legs. Bill held Chris' legs for him so he could relax. He centered his dick at Chris' anus and pushed in.
Chris let out a moan that screamed satisfaction, fulfillment, gratification, pleasure, happiness, and contentment all in one.
Bill spread Chris' legs wide and laid on top of him, his dick seated deeply in his rectum. Bill kissed him, gently, little butterfly kisses at first, then thrust his tongue between Chris lips. Chris sucked on his tongue, before pushing his own tongue into Bill's mouth. Bill's hips thrust once, out and right back in, and realized he was no longer a virgin. Tonight was 44 years in the making.
Laying on Chris and not crushing him was a challenge. He tried to keep some of his weight off him, but as he thrust inward both bodies were expelling air. Bill had to get up on his elbows which limited how much kissing he could do. The boy beneath him was like jelly. He laid there and just enjoyed every slow thrust. He relished at the feeling of Bill's dick sliding through his anus. There was a ridge on one side of it and he realized it was the blood vessel that ran from the base up to the glans.
Chris orgasmed cumming hard.
Bill continued, maybe a minute longer, he didn't last very long for an adult, but he wrote it off to being his virgin intercourse. His orgasm was spectacular. Fucking Iron Mine Fireworks spectacular. Never in his life had he experienced such intense feeling as his sperm traveled from his balls to create an Old Faithful Geyser of semen. At least it felt like it. Bill swore he could feel his muscles pump out fluid 10 times. Bill then realized just how vocal he had become. It was his voice he could hear echoing off his bedroom walls as he roared through his ejaculation.
When it was over, he collapsed back down on top of Chris, but had the wherewithal to grab Chris and roll them over. They laid together trying to breathe and keep his old heart from going into full cardiac arrest.
Chris has had sex probably 20 times by now with his friends, but this! This one was special, and he knew it. But no one else would ever know. Some things are too private to share, even with your mother or your best friend.
Bill knew they couldn't sleep with Chris stacked on top of him, so he pulled his dick out and rolled Chris to his side and got him into the traditional spooning position best suited for sleep. As he pulled Chris tight to his body, his penis re-entered his anus. He didn't try to fuck him. They were both soon asleep.
Bill did make love to him during the night. Both woke and through body language, communicated mutual interest. Bill's dick was still in Chris and hard as could be. It only took simple hips thrusts on Bill's part and Chris aided the interaction by wiggling his butt in small circles.
In the early morning Bill realized he was on his back and his dick was in the open and erect. He woke when Chris' lips left it. Chris then climbed on top and settled over Bill, taking his dick in his behind again.
Morning anal sex became normal for them from that day on. Chris insisted on having Bill's dick in his ass at least once a day, usually twice. Sometimes more.
Chris enjoyed watching TV with Bill's dick in him, not fucking him, just cuddling. It gave cuddling a whole new meaning. Chris would usually cum from being masturbated three times while Bill was in him. Then before heading to bed, Bill would gently make love to Chris. It was the culmination of the perfect evening, if you ask Chris. Probably by Bill's standards too.
He cuddled nude with his mom too, but that was different. With her, there was no sexual context, it was just close, intimate contact while they just happened to be nude.
Over the next couple weeks, Judy fell into her new routine with Chris continuing to live with Bill. She would see them over breakfasts and dinners, and told them one evening that she had a new outlook on life. She could see her new future and the wonderous places it might take her when she finished her degree. Her eyes twinkled when she spoke like that. Bill and Chris could see a physical change in her, more enthusiasm, even though there was more work.
Chris mowed the lawn each Wednesday. He kept $5 for spending money and added the rest to his pickle jar in his bedroom. His account blossomed to $80 over the four weeks since his paid off his loan.
Bill's 30-day escrow was winding down. When he was in his office at the center, not doing center work, he was developing a plan for his new company and the store it would own. He came up with things like a new name for the store and new signage that he ordered for the top of the pole and across the front of the building. A letterhead for Miss Sally Merchandising, and a pseudonym that he would hide behind. No one was to know he owned the store; everything would be handled by mail. He didn't even want to risk someone recognizing his voice, so there was no phone number, just a PO Box in Minneapolis that forwarded his company mail to another PO Box in Hibbing, but with a fake label on it. He sent mail the same way, to the PO Box in Minneapolis, where the outer envelope was removed and the inner addressed and stamped envelope was mailed to its destination. It was convoluted, but it assured that Judy would never know who owned the store she was going to run one day soon.
Bill prepared for the day of the ownership transfer. Letters addressed to each employee were prepared for a management company who would deliver them. They offered each employee continued employment that included a raise, except for Saeed. His was a special letter.
The management company Miss Sally Merchandising, hired from Minneapolis was known for turning around small businesses. They would install a two-member management team in the store with two specific purposes. Turn the store into a friendly, neighborhood store, and finish training Judy to become the operating manager. Bill had engaged Judy in conversations around the dinner table about what she wished the store would do, to better serve the neighborhood if she were queen-for-a day. Collecting those ideas, Bill fed them to the new management team to prepare them for day one – July 30.
A couple days prior, Chris came into Bill's office. "Mr. Bill?" Chris always called him that when he wanted something.
"Yes, Chris what can I do for you?"
"Um, Willie's birthday is coming up this Sunday," he said letting it hang out there in the breeze.
"And you would like to. . . . what?" Bill pried.
"We was just wondering, if maybe you'd let us have a sleepover at our house Saturday with maybe a couple fun activities Saturday, then a birthday party on Sunday." Bill caught the fact that Chris had called his house, `our house' and was delighted he was thinking that way.
"So, this is his 13th birthday? Who else will be there?"
"Willie of course, and me, and Raj, and Jimmy."
"Doesn't the birthday boy usually host the party?"
"Yeah, but his situation is like me and mom, kinda. It's just him, his brother and his mom in a small two-bedroom apartment. And well, frankly, I don't think she could afford pizza and a cake for us. So, we're hoping you'll host the party and some other fun things."
"Any other reasons you want it at our house?" he asked, already assuming there was a bigger reason lurking in the background.
"The, umm, rules aren't as strict at our house."
"Which rules, specifically?"
"The ones about clothing."
"Now I see where this is going. And what would be the rules about clothing for this party?"
"None, of course"
"No rules?"
"No clothes. That's why we couldn't hold it at his house or Raj's or Jimmy's. This could be so cool, kinda like a summer camp reunion."
"There can't be a complete ban on clothing. It wouldn't be appropriate for me to be nude in front of the other boys, or your mother either if she should stop by.
"Do you think the three of them can keep their mouths shut? I could get into so much trouble hosting a nude party for four 13-year-old boys. The center absolutely can't hear anything about this. There is an old saying that goes: if more than one person knows a secret, it won't be a secret for long. No one can slip, and let a word of this get out."
"They haven't said anything about what we did at camp, and this will only be one night!"
Bill caved in as Chris knew he would. "Alright, a sleepover on Saturday and a proper birthday party on Sunday. But you're going to invite Willie's mother and brother to the party, and everyone will be wearing clothes."
"Deal!" Chris said and ran off to find his partners in crime that concocted this whole idea.
What Mr. Wentworth wasn't expecting was, what is called, a `motivated' investigator. Once the files had been turned over, it only took two weeks for the case against Saeed and Wentworth Holdings to be built. The lead investigator was a young up-and-comer in the AG's office and he wanted to prove himself. It didn't hurt that the evidence was so overwhelming. Forensic accountants found multiple accounts that Saeed was funneling money into. Court orders to freeze those accounts, and the escrow account Bill set up were issued.
The investigator did Bill a favor by coordinating with the closing date of escrow. As soon as the property was officially sold, and ownership into Miss Sally Merchandising was complete, the papers were served at the escrow office freezing the proceeds of the escrow before they could be transferred to Wentworth Holdings. Simultaneously, Saeed's illicit accounts were frozen.
Day one, July 30, had begun.
At 10:00 a.m., Judy was running the front and Saeed was in his office juggling the books that he'd never realized were copied. The authorities came in noisily, supported by deputies dressed in bullet-proof vests, and carrying rifles. Saeed tried fleeing out the back door, but when he opened that door, a sheriff was standing there with his shotgun pointed at Saeed's head. He wisely threw up his hands.
The store was closed immediately and Judy was asked to stay and assist. She fully cooperated with the detectives helping them find whatever they wanted. When she was allowed, she called Bill to let him know that it was happening!
The management team hired by Miss Sally Merchandising arrived with the employment offers for the employees and a termination-for-cause letter for Saeed, which negated his contractual severance pay. The IRS had been forewarned about the financial dealings, and someone leaked it to immigration officials.
INS showed up around noon with a warrant for Saeed, his visitor visa had expired years ago, and they took him into custody. Within a week he had been deported back to Iran. His cries for asylum fell on deaf ears, with his litany of criminal and civil charges.
The next morning there were no immediate changes visible to the customers. The shelves had been restocked with fresh merchandise, the store was open and inventory was sold, except the stuff with the modified shelf dates, that was all donated to a food bank.
The employees were paid for hours worked without being cheated. Employee attitudes improved tremendously; that, the customers could see.
Miss Sally Merchandising poured money into the store providing funds to remodel the inside, and update, beautify, and rebrand the Quik-E Mart into the Dylan Neighborhood Market on the outside. It became official for the neighborhood when the vendor brought the new signs. A window painter added the announcement: Under New, Friendly Management. Then in a smaller font under it: Saeed is GONE.
So, why Dylan Neighborhood Market you ask? Bob Dylan, of course, the famous American singer/songwriter often regarded as one of the greatest of all time, grew up only a couple short blocks away. His childhood home still stands as an Historical Landmark. Inside the store they decorated the walls with Bob Dylan posters and album art. There were even a couple guitars, but they didn't belong to Bob, they were purchased at a thrift store. They looked good though.
Word that Saeed was gone spread throughout the community, that brought back customers Judy hadn't seen in a long time.
The raid on the Quik-E Mart was barely over, but some things are more important. Especially in the life of a 12-year-old boy as he turns 13. Chris and his crew from camp were having a sleepover to celebrate Willie's milestone, the last of them to turn the magic age making him a teenager.
Since camp, Willie had invited Chris for sleepovers at his place twice and it was time for payback. Bill still had misgivings about the boys' ability to keep the nude sleepover a secret. He'd already been over it once with Chris when he approved the event earlier in the week. But one can never be too cautious.
Saturday morning just after Chris put his penis in Bill's rectum, Bill asked, "Have you been telling Willie how we dress around here?"
Chris slowly pulled his dick back and thrust his hips forward, "Not really, but when I stay over at his house, when we go to his room, we take off our clothes unless we go back to the kitchen for something." He thrust his hips again, sinking to full depth in Bill's rectum.
"I don't think, I've ever specifically said anything about here, but I may have mentioned that I sleep nude, but I didn't specify any difference between here and home. But I definitely haven't said anything about how you dress, or that we usually sleep together." Chris hips resumed thrusting in and out of Bill in their usual missionary position.
"So, you're sure everyone is ok with a clothing optional sleepover?"
"Yeah, I'm positive. We planned it together. That's the major reason we're holding it here. All of us sleep naked now, we just haven't done it together since camp.
"Oh, fuck, I'm cumming . . . Aaahhhhhhh!" Chris exclaimed as he orgasmed squirting a couple shots in Bill's rectum. It was quiet for a minute except for Chris' heavy breathing as he recovered from his orgasm.
Then he continued, "And from camp, they all know you sleep naked, so I'm sure they're expecting to see you naked too." he finished his thought as he pulled his penis out of Bill.
Mr. Bill sprung for an all-day Saturday pre-sleepover. The boys arrived shortly after breakfast and once everyone was there Chris explained the clothing rules. "No clothes anywhere in the house or yard until tomorrow before lunch when Willie's family shows up for his birthday party."
They decided to play strip poker till all of them were nude. Just to mix things up a bit, they went out into the back yard. When all four had lost the last item of clothing, they were placed strategically on Chris' bed upstairs so dressing could be accomplished quickly if needed. Chris figured they could at least get up the stairs without being seen. They enjoyed their freedom from clothing till about 10 when they had to dress to go out for some of the fun activities.
They enjoyed a morning of go-cart racing, then their favorite pizza place for lunch. They spent the afternoon playing video games at the arcade, then caught the matinee of the newest kid-flick at the mall, then dinner at the best fried chicken restaurant in town.
After the movie, on the way home, Chris encouraged everyone to get undressed in the car. It didn't take much encouragement and the four boys were quickly nude.
They scampered nude from the garage into the house and again placed their clothes on Chris' bed where they could be easily reached.
Chris had explained his plans to Bill and the evening was watching videos at home. Bill foolishly figured they would make selections from his expanding video library.
Bill was wrong.
When they cleaned out Saeed's office after he was fired, the X-rated videos he rented out of the back, were simply thrown away. Chris had seen the videos in the trash and by hanging over the edge he was able to snag a couple from the dumpster.
Chris put the first movie in the machine and Bill was surprised to be watching the porn classic, Debbie Does Dallas. That got the boys going. There was lots of masturbation and blowjobs were exchanged freely. Bill saw what was happening, and towels were provided to prevent cum from squirting into the furniture or floor. Bill cringed every time a boy orgasmed in a towel, wishing those pearly drops were going into his mouth, but knowing he needed to resist. He remained dressed.
Bill couldn't help it though, as hard as he tried the erotic movie and accompanying boy orgy was breaking down his resistance. He didn't even realize it was happening, until it was too late.
After Debbie fucked every member of the Dallas Cowboys football team, they took a break for ice cream sundaes.
The action resumed with what Bill thought would be another classic porn flick like Deep Throat.
Bill was wrong, again.
Chris put in a movie called Young Campers. It turned out to be a movie about four 13-year-old boys tent camping in one of their back yards. These weren't boys that looked young, they were real 13-year-old boys, which was obvious from their immature dick sizes. This was kiddie porn. If the investigators had only known, he could have had additional charges against him.
The four boys in the living room had never imagined some of the positions the child actors used in the movie, and stopped the movie several times to try what was on the screen. The kiddie-porn kicked up the birthday orgy into the stratosphere of an epic orgy right in front of Bill as he sat there with his hard dick throbbing in his pants only covered by two layers of cloth.
The boys learned and tried oral chain, spit-roasting, bulldog, doggy style, pile driver, anal train, and a few that Bill didn't even know were possible. Two boys even pulled off a headstand blowjob up against a wall.
The film took a dramatic turn when the father that owned the house interrupted them because they were making too much noise in the back-yard campground. When he leaned into the tent to check on them, the boys pulled him in and stripped him, and had their way with him. He, of course was a traditional porn actor with a thick, 7" long dick.
After watching those boys do things to the man and the man do things to the boys for a few minutes, the four boys started exchanging glances with each other and a silent agreement was reached. They simultaneously attacked Bill, pulling him to the floor. Bill never had a chance. He was so horny by this point; he could probably be declared insane. His horniness outweighed his reason and he put up no resistance to their advances. He maintained his general principal though, he let the boys do whatever they wanted, it was their will, not his, that drove their actions. He became little more than a cooperative fuck doll after they removed his clothes for him.
Bill was in pervert heaven, at one point, Willie's dick was in his ass, and Jimmy and Raj's dicks were side-by-side in his mouth. Just like the man in the movie. "Watch what I can do." Chris proclaimed. Chris produced the KY and lubed Bill's dick. Chris squatted over him and settled down on his dick, taking him in his ass, not mentioning that they did this every day now. Bill then fucked Chris in the cowboy position while Willie fucked him missionary style. The other two boys cummed in his mouth as Bill drove them nuts with his tongue.
Over the next several hours, each of the boys took a turn on Bill's dick as Chris had. Willie had no issue taking him, his older brother had fucked him plenty of times. Bill fucked him in the reverse cowboy.
Raj's ass never had anything in it over 13-years-old, so Bill used a smaller dildo than the one Chris learned with, to just open him up close to Bill's size. Raj pulled the dildo out, and slowly eased himself down Bill's dick. There was pain, but with patience, it soon gave way to incredible pleasure. Bill moved Raj into a position where he was on his side with one leg straight up, and fucked him till they both cummed.
While Raj was receiving Bill's sperm, Chris helped Jimmy put the dildo in his ass. Chris fucked him with the dildo making him cum from a prostate pounding. He left the dildo in Jimmy almost an hour before Bill was able to go again. After all, 44-year-olds need time between orgasms. Jimmy asked Bill to fuck him doggy style. After fucking his fourth boy, he was done fucking, and orgasming. But it didn't diminish his enthusiasm for allowing the boys to fuck him, or suck them off. They learned the joys of rimming as Bill licked their anuses and pushed his tongue in their butts.
The kiddie-porn was rewound and started over several times into the early hours of the morning. The number of youth orgasms was lost in the sheer volume. Dry cums counted the same as if sperm had been squirted. If one had to guess the total number of orgasms that night, thirty to forty would probably be close.
All five of them slept on the floor of the living room with sheets Bill pulled from the closet.
In the morning, Bill and Chris demonstrated how they make love every morning as the others laid there watching them. "Mr. Bill, would you teach my brother how to do that?" Willie asked.
"Sure Willie, we'll talk with him during the party."
After Chris and Bill demonstrated how to make love, the boys paired up; Chris with Willie, Raj with Jimmy and practiced on each other.
The birthday boy's family was invited to the birthday luncheon on Sunday at noon. By the time they arrived, all the rectums had been emptied of their liquid, all the cum had been cleaned up at least to the best of their ability, but the carpet would need to be cleaned, and the towels and sheets had been laundered. The downstairs was aired out, and air freshener was sprayed. Clothing was reinstated when the boys raced up to Chris' room as Willie's mom, Pamela and his brother Charles drove down the driveway.
The party was like any other boy's 13th Birthday party. There was an outdoor picnic-style lunch with all the foods 13-year-olds like, party decorations, gifts from each of the attendees for the birthday boy, and a cake Pamela made and brought to the party. During the party Willie and his brother Charles made an appointment to return so Charles could learn to make love to Willie, instead of just fucking him.
Pamela was so appreciative of Mr. Bill's generosity in putting on her son's party. Bill did take her aside and counseled her on not mentioning it to anyone from the Community Center.
Bill then assumed Charles roll, and Charles played Willie. Bill fucked Charles hard, to show him what it felt like to his little brother. He was crude and abusive to Charles' ass. He made it hurt, on purpose. Bill cummed in him within a couple minutes and pulled out abruptly not even allowing Charles to cum. Really left him hanging as Willie had described their encounters.
Chris and Willie replaced them on the bed and Chris made love to his best friend. There was kissing and nipple play, licking and sucking, rimming, and tongue fucking. Lubricant was used for the ultimate penetration. Each step along the way Bill explained what they were doing and how to transition to what came next.
After Chris and Willie both orgasmed, Bill and Charles got back on the bed. Bill gave a master's class in lovemaking starting with simple kissing that progressed to French kissing, then nipple kissing that became nipple play. He kissed all over the young man's body, driving him nuts as he begged to be fucked. He wanted Bill badly but Bill held him off for an extended lovemaking session with tons of foreplay. He even taught the boy about his prostate. No one had ever touched him there before. Actually no one had ever touched him sexually before. All his moves were raw hormones driving him to orgasm as quickly as possible.
It took 20 or 30 minutes before Bill even started to penetrate him. He had him on his back and showed him the missionary position. He entered him slowly with plenty of lubricant, and gave him time to accept the intruding penis before starting the hip thrusting. In that position he again kissed the boy while they fucked. Charles moaned the entire time. Bill eased his dick in and out, occasionally pulling all the way out before plunging back in. He made sure his penis rubbed the boy's prostate to enhance the experience.
Charles orgasmed from Bill's dick. Bill had not touched his dick since the penetration, and didn't let Charles touch it when he reached for it. The orgasm went on and on. A full minute, maybe? Probably less, but it felt like it. Charles' anus rhythmically clutched around Bill's dick. Only then did Bill orgasm, sending ropes of cum deep in Charles ass.
It took a couple minutes lying there to recover their breathing and the strength to move.
"Holy fuck!" Charles finally exclaimed. "That was amazing. Thank you. I can't wait to try that with Willie."
"No time like the present," Bill said. "Willie, get up here and let your brother make love to you." Willie took Bill's place, and Bill told Charles. "Willie loves you Charles, he's your little brother. While everything is fresh in your mind, make love to him, be gentle with him, remember the things that made you feel good, and use them on him. Love is a mutual thing, try to make your partner have the best sex ever."
Bill and Chris stepped back as Charles pulled Willie's face to his and their lips joined. He had never kissed his brother before and they both enjoyed it. Half way through Chris took Bill's hand and pulled him to Bill's room where Chris made love to Bill. They finished in time to return to Chris' room to see Charles penis still embedded in Willie's ass. Both were moaning and there were many drops of Willie's cum on his tummy and chest.
Willie and Charles stayed nude for dinner and were surprised when Judy arrived to eat with them. She removed her clothes to make the guests feel more comfortable with her there.
Willie called home asking permission for them to stay over. Their mom agreed and Charles got more time to practice on Bill, Chris, and again with his brother. Chris and Willie introduced Charles to some of the group sex activities they had learned at the birthday sleepover. They all stayed nude the next day as Charles learned to be comfortable in his skin around others. They even had sex once in the back yard so Charles could experience what it was like.
When it was time for them to go home, Charles was a new man or boy, as the case may be. But either way he went home with a new attitude towards sex and how beautiful it could be, especially between him and his brother, whom he truly did love.
Back at the Dylan Neighborhood Market, the management pressed Judy for her ideas for market improvements. One of Judy's Queen-for-a-day suggestions was to bring back something from the 40's and 50's. Allowing known, frequent customers to have open accounts with the store for purchases. Many families in this neighborhood live paycheck to paycheck and sometimes would fall short. This would allow mom to send little Jimmy to the store for a half-gallon of milk, which he could put on their account. He wouldn't be allowed to buy a candy bar though.
At the store owner's insistence, they got rid of two of the store's cash cows, cigarettes and hard liquor, but kept beer and wine.
They got rid of the hot dog roller, and put in a fresh vegetable selection, limited, but fresh daily. Another Judy suggestion.
More and more of Judy's suggestions were accepted by the management team. The junk food section was reduced by 80% leaving only room for a smaller selection of the bestselling products on those revolving racks. Groceries took their place. The kind that moms, just trying to feed their families needed.
They added a selection of meats. No filet mignon, just meats that the local families could afford for their families. Hamburger, some steaks like strips and sirloins, pork chops, bacon, and sliced meats for the kids' school lunches.
In early August, Chris expressed concern to Bill, that something was wrong with his mom. She had thrown up a couple mornings he had stayed with her. It was discussed over a dinner and she blew off their concerns, explaining she had a stomach flu that just hung around.
Within two weeks of the takeover, Judy had a consistent schedule as did all the other employees, including a couple new clerks. She was now working a standard 6-day week. The store was now fully staffed according to the management duo. Bill resisted going in too often, but would stop by occasionally to see how Judy was getting on.
Chris became as much a fixture in the Community Center as Bill was. Always there whenever Bill was.
Bill found useful things for Chris to do around the center. He excelled in working with younger boys and girls. He assisting the instructors during swimming lessons and in the crafts room. He enjoying working with them on their projects.
Chris did fun things too. He and his crew found an unlocked access door to the third floor. A whole new world of adventure opened for him and his camp friends with benefits. This upper floor housed all the original department store offices and some storage rooms. They found a couch in the remains of the biggest office and made it their favorite place to fuck. Chris really is a good kid and when Bill cornered him one day asking him where he disappeared to all the time, Chris couldn't lie to him. He told him about the access door they found to the third floor. "Show me," Bill said.
They went to the second-floor storage area. In the far back corner was a metal ladder attached to the wall. At the top was a piece of wood over the opening. "Go on," Bill encouraged him. Chris climbed the ladder with Bill right behind him, and raised the wood piece in the ceiling.
Bill had never been to the third floor. They walked past an escalator that went down to the second floor, but down there, it had been walled off. He never realized it was there. They walked the length of the building to the front corner office entering through what would have been, a secretary's office, then through a double door into a spacious office. Today, this would have been the Store Manager or President's office.
"This is where you've been hanging out? What do you do here?"
Chris walked over to the couch, dropped his pants and leaned over the arm. Bill got the idea. He carefully and slowly unbuttoned his shirt allowing it to slip from his shoulders to the floor. He pulled his undershirt over his head and dropped it. He slipped his shoes off leaving them where they landed. He loosened his belt, unfastened and unzipped his pants allowing gravity to pull them down, and stepped out of them.
Chris watch from his position, draped over the couch's arm. Bill pulled his boxers over his butt then released his hard dick for Chris to enjoy. He stood in front of Chris and slipped his boxers over his feet.
Chris' jeans held his feet captive and Bill walked around behind him taking note of his anus winking at him. He kneeled behind Chris and licked the length of his crack, teasing his anus with the tip of his tongue. Then suddenly Bill picked up Chris' jeans bringing his feet with them. Chris rolled over the arm of the couch, like a summersault, landing on his back on the couch cushions. His shirt was bunched up around his neck, his jeans entrapping his feet.
Bill walked slowly to Chris' feet. "Remember, I told you I would never fuck you. That position has only one purpose, fucking." Bill started by removing the boy's shoes, "I'm going to make love to you." Bill grabbed the pants legs and tugged Chris' pants till they were off completely, then did the same with his briefs. Bill ran his hands up the boy's stomach and chest and inside his shirt, lifting it higher, up and over his head and arms, the shirt falling to the floor.
He joined Chris on the couch and picked up his legs, placing them on his shoulders. He pressed forward rolling Chris up, his butt high off the couch. He dribbled spit so that it landed on Chris' anus, then ran his glans through it. Lubed with the spit he thrust in the hot boy. The dildo had done its job well and the spit was enough, Bill's dick slid inside the boy's hot chute. He leaned down so they could kiss when he reached full penetration. Only then did he begin the motions that most call fucking. But this! This was making love.
Chris orgasmed squirting his semen on his belly, Bill squirted his load later, deep in Chris' rectum.
This was so risky, so forbidden, that Bill's dick wouldn't soften. They continued kissing and Bill's hips began thrusting again. Having just cum, and being an older man of 44 advanced years, Bill took several minutes to reach another climax. Chris, not so long. He cummed two more times while Bill's dick sawed in and out of him. Bill was an expert at hitting Chris' prostate.
The third floor is stuffy at best, and downright hot in the afternoons and both were soon sweating. Bill dripping on Chris. Finally, after a good 10 minutes, Bill cummed with a loud, "I love you, Chris," as his sperm pumped out.
"I love you too, Bill."
Both were exhausted and dripping with sweat. And decided to go swimming to cool off. They only put on minimal clothing, carrying their underwear. Walking to the entry, they heard the piece of wood push away and the excited voices of Jase and Pat. "Dude, I want you to do what you did to me yesterday."
"Sure, no problem, but you gotta do me back!"
Bill and Chris stepped into an office and hid, almost afraid to breathe. Jase and Pat walked by not even glancing their direction and entered the corner office, obviously headed for the couch.
Bill and Chris continued to the passage the other boys left open. They left it undisturbed and climbed down. They made it to their permanent lockers. They stripped, quickly ran through the showers nude, then put on their swim suits to enter the pool. The water was comfortable and cooled their hot bodies. "We are never doing that again!" Bill told Chris. "And when you do it with your friends, DON'T get caught!"
Bill never did report the open access to the third floor.
6 more chapters to go. . .
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