Date: Thu, 15 Oct 2020 01:15:25 +0000
From: Vance Von Jungsburg <vereinington@protonmail.com>
Subject: Cool Joey (Gay - Adult/Youth)

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COOL JOEY

by Vance Von Jungsburg

I stood facing the shower head and let the warm water cascade down the
front of my body.  My erection strained at full mast, longing to be
touched, caressed, released. I didn't dare turn around lest the boy see
that I was turned on, but I did venture a glance over my shoulder.  Joey
stood facing the nozzle on the opposite wall of the enormous shower stall
- it was one of the amenities offered in this luxury suite at the
Cosmopolitan. The floor-to-ceiling windows in the bathroom offered a
dramatic view of the Las Vegas strip, but I was more interested in the
view right behind me.

At 13-years-old, Joey was a head shorter than I was. His naked backside
was a composition in three colors: The dark brown of the hair on his
head, the sun kissed tan of his back and legs, and the creamy white of
his small rounded bottom, all glistening under the wet spray of hot, hot
water which ran down his back and formed three streams at his
mid-section, one traveling down the crevasse between his buttocks and the
other two flowing down on either side of his taut bottom.  Apparently
Joey liked his showers scalding; I could feel the searing overspray on
the back of my calves.

Joey turned his body to the right and I pulled my gaze away, not wanting
to be caught perving on the boy.  I longed to see his front side, but
that would mean either looking over my shoulder again or turning my body
around toward the boy, both of which would reveal my interest in his
body.

"Will you hand me the shampoo?" Joey asked. His voice echoed off the
marble and glass surfaces of the shower stall. He had to talk loud enough
to be heard over the two gushing shower heads. I grabbed the tiny bottles
of hotel shampoo and conditioner from the small shelf to my right and
turned my upper body to offer them to the boy, I conscientiously hid my
erection.

Glancing his way for a second as he turned toward me to take the bottles
I was treated to a quick flash of his front side. It was too brief to get
a good look, and I wasn't sure if my subconscious was filling in details
that the short glance hadn't afforded me, but this is what I thought I
saw: Joey's front was as narrow as his backside and had the same dark
hair, tan skin and creamy mid-section. A straight, narrow cock stood out
and upright from his groin. I couldn't see if he had any pubic hair.

Did Joey have a boner, too? The idea that a 13-year-old boy might be
turned on from being naked in a shower with a 36 year old man wasn't
implausible, but even so, boys that age got erections all the time for no
reason.  And I wasn't even sure he was erect.  Maybe it was just my
imagination.

I had to get another view. I turned slightly and faced the right corner
of the shower, then turned my upper body a little more towards Joey.  I
soaped up my right shoulder blade with my left hand and turned my head as
if to inspect my back.  I figured the wet hair covering my forehead and
eyes would allow me to look directly at Joey without him knowing.

Joey was facing me with his back to the shower head  I could only see the
lower half of his body but his cock looked like it was as hard as mine. I
felt my heart leap into my throat. My mind swirled with questions: Was he
turned on? Was it normal for a 13-year-old to display his erection to a
man?  Was he sending a message? Was he oblivious?

My own erection felt like it was straining against an invisible force,
like it was too big and too hard for the skin that surrounded it.

"Nice boner." The words were out of my mouth and echoing in the shower
before I had time to weigh the foolishness of saying them.

I looked Joey in the face. His expression was inscrutable. He had a
slight smirk and his eyes were squinting at me through long dark lashes.
I saw the glint of his braces through his lips.  Braces I'd paid for.

I turned my body toward Joey and displayed my own throbbing hard on. I
felt light headed, knowing I had crossed a threshold that could lead to
very good or very bad things. There was a tightness in my upper body, but
my lower body tingled.

"Nice Boner," Joey said.

Suddenly the tightness in my chest was gone, replaced with trembly
relief. My stomach was filled with butterflies, knowing something big was
about to happen.

I took a step toward Joey. He took the cue and stepped toward me and
suddenly I had a handful of hard 13-year-old cock. It was what I'd wanted
for months, but never thought I'd get when I first met Joey last
September.

***

My Craigslist ad had only been up for a few minutes when I got an e-mail
from Sarah asking about the duplex. She was eager to move in and said she
had the first and last month's rent and security deposit in hand. I
offered to show her the place the next morning at 9:00 am and took the ad
offline.

Sarah didn't show up until 9:30, which should have been a red flag, but
her explanation that she had been held up by a funeral procession on
Buckeye Road seemed plausible. Sarah was a small, dark haired woman in
her thirties with black framed glasses and large sun hat. But I was more
interested in her companion, a boy who looked 12  or 13 years old. His
slim body was stylishly dressed in jeans and a long sleeved white t-shirt
with a large red and white Supreme logo on the front. I'm an out gay man
and normally don't pay attention to kids, but there was something about
this boy that was captivating.  The way he moved and carried himself
displayed a confidence and self-assurance that I certainly didn't have at
that age.  The boy's skin was flawless and his dark hair was short on the
sides and back with the longer hair on top descending down the right side
of his face in a lengthy straight fall of bangs.

"This is my son Joey," Sarah said. "I'm a single mother so it would be
just us two in the house," she continued.

I extended my arm toward Joey, who reached out and shook my hand. His
small fingers and palm were swallowed up by my large meaty hand, but his
grip was strong and he looked me in the eye.

"Kell," I introduced myself.  My parents had named me Kelly but I had
adopted "Kell" in middle school when it became apparent to me that
everyone else on earth named Kelly was a girl.

"Nice to meet you, Kell," Joey replied. I wondered if his mom had
directed him to put on his best manners or if he was always like this.

I should have gone through the usual process of giving Sarah a RentVerify
background check but I decided that because she seemed friendly and
presentable I would offer her the duplex. Plus, the idea of having her
magnetic son living right next door to me sealed the deal.  I showed them
around the two-bed/one bath unit, which was the mirror opposite of my
place, and we agreed that they would move in.

A few minutes later, Sarah was sitting at the kitchen counter filling out
the lease agreement. Joey and I stood in the empty dining area in silence
while I tried to look him over inconspicuously.  His deep hazel eyes were
ringed with long dark eyelashes that would make any woman envious, and
his slightly slanted eyes gave him an exotic appearance like some of the
women I'd seen on a trip to Iceland the year before.  High cheekbones and
a small mouth with full lips completed the boy's unusual but stunning
appearance.

After a couple minutes of silence Joey spoke up. "I like your tattoo."

"Thanks," I said, "... which one?"  Both of my muscled arms were covered
in ink.

"Charmander," Joey answered, pointing to my left flexor.

"Oh, you like Pokemon?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said, without expounding any further.

I noticed the single flaw to Joey's features when he was speaking to me -
his teeth were misaligned with large gaps separating each tooth. "Nothing
that a good set of braces couldn't fix," I thought to myself. "Then he'd
be perfect..." I felt a little pang of guilt for holding the boy's
appearance to such a high standard.  It's not like I was a Greek God,
myself. I was a big man who worked hard on keeping my body toned, but
always teetered on the edge of letting it all go to flab. I had been
slightly pudgy as a youth, but when I came out to my friends and family I
determined to turn my fat into muscle through a regimen of
five-days-a-week gym workouts. My fear of getting fat again was almost a
phobia - I felt that all my muscle would turn to goop and slide down my
body if I missed even a couple gym visits.  At least I still had my
hairline from my youth - in fact, I had hair all over. I was a toned bear
who liked skinny, shaved twinks, which was a walking cliche in the gay
community, but I didn't care.

After signing my portion of the lease agreement and giving her a copy,
Sarah counted out the rent money in hundred dollar bills. I presented her
with the set of keys and she immediately pulled one off the ring and gave
it to Joey.

"Our stuff is already packed up so we'll be moving in tomorrow," Sarah
told me.

***

Five weeks after Sarah and Joey moved in I was already regretting my
choice of tenants.  Joey was an angel, but Sarah was one week late with
October's rent. On top of that, I'd become Joey's de facto caretaker. It
wasn't that a 13-year-old needed a babysitter, but Sarah relied on me to
do many of the things she should have been doing. It wasn't unusual to
get a text from Sarah at 7:30 in the morning: "Joeys not answering his
texts would u go over there and make sure hes up 4 school?"  The first
time that happened I pounded on the front door for five minutes until
Joey appeared at the door in a t-shirt and plaid boxers. The next time it
happened I used my key to get into the house and knocked on his open
bedroom door loudly until he stirred.

"I'm up. I'm up," he said groggily. I watched him get out of bed. He was
shirtless and his taught stomach and just-emerging pectoral muscles were
on full display. I tried not to be obvious and stole a glance at his
crotch hoping to spot morning wood, but wasn't able to see anything
through the fabric of his navy blue boxer briefs.

Sarah spent a lot of time away from home. I was a sales rep for a vitamin
and supplements company but did almost all my work remotely, so I was
usually in my duplex when I wasn't working out. Once, in an "emergency
situation" Sarah asked me to drive Joey to his karate class. Soon I was
driving him to and from class every Tuesday afternoon. Joey wasn't the
best martial artist in his class, but he had the most poise. While the
other young teens and tweens in his class performed the moves with a
gangly frenetic energy, Joey executed the repetitions with a catlike
grace, his fall of dark hair swinging left and right as he moved.

"Did you know that Liberty is gay?" Joey asked me one Tuesday as we drove
back from Karate.  Liberty was the most proficient student in Joey's age
group at the Dojo, a lanky mixed race boy who was quick and precise and
dominated the other kids when they sparred.

I was surprised because my gaydar must have been off - nothing about
Liberty hinted that he was gay.  "Why are you bringing this up?" I asked
Joey. "Are you trying to set us up?"  It was meant as a joke, but Joey
didn't take it that way.

"Nooo!" he yelled. "I just thought you would find it interesting because
you're gay." Joey seemed genuinely upset at my suggestion.

I have to admit, I looked at Liberty a little differently the next time I
was watching Joey's karate group. He was the tallest boy in class, and
his mocha colored skin contrasted handsomely with the white gi he wore.
His chestnut colored hair formed long ringlets that framed his face, but
his most striking feature was his eyes, which were of a brown so light
they almost seemed gold. Liberty's mother always accompanied him to
karate class. She was white, so I assumed his father must have been
black. I tried to imagine what lay beneath the thick cotton of Liberty's
wide-legged trousers as he performed high-kicks. "Damn!" I thought to
myself. "Stop perving on boys. First Joey, and now this kid."

***

One night just after 3:00 am my phone buzzed. When I saw it as Joey
calling I answered.

"Kell?" Came the quiet voice on the line.

"Joey?" I recognized his voice but still asked.

"My tooth really hurts. I've been calling my mom but she's not
answering," he said.

"Have you taken aspirin or Advil?" I asked.

"We don't have any."

I told Joey to come over.

He arrived at my front door seconds later. Joey was wearing thin black
cotton shorts and a tank top. I told him to sit on my couch and I got him
a couple Advil and a glass of water.

"Which tooth is it?" I asked.

"This one in back." Joey pointed to his lower right jaw.  The side of his
face looked a little swollen.

I reached out and felt his cheek. It was warm and smooth. I gave it a
little pressure and Joey winced.

After preparing a makeshift ice pack by filling a Ziplock bag with ice
cubes, I sat next to Joey and held it to his cheek.  "We need to get this
looked at tomorrow morning. Who's your dentist?"

"I don't have one." Joey sounded concerned.

"When's the last time you went to the dentist?" I asked.

Joey shrugged.

"I'll take you to mine."

I turned on Netflix and sat next to Joey on the couch waiting for the sun
to rise.

I woke up a little before seven.  Joey was curled up next to me, his head
resting on the sofa arm.  There was a big wet spot on the couch cushion
where the ice bag had leaked. His shorts had ridden up a little,
revealing white, untanned skin at the top of his slim, shapely legs.
Joey's skinny arms cradled his head.

I looked up the business hours Dr. Hightower's office on my phone. At
8:00 am sharp I called the office, which woke up Joey.

"We have to leave now - the dentist said he could see you right away," I
said after I got off the line. Joey went back to his house to change and
I put on jeans and a t-shirt.

In the waiting room I filled out the paperwork for Joey. I had to turn to
him for answers to almost every question on the form. At the bottom,
there was a line for a signature: "Parent or legal guardian."  I signed
it.  I left the questions about dental insurance blank.

Joey was ushered into the examination room, and about 10 minutes later a
dental assistant asked me to come in.

Dr. Hightower turned to me. "It's a simple abscess, but the tooth is too
far gone to save, so we're going to have to remove it," he said.

"Okay...?" I answered, awaiting more information.

"Aside from a good cleaning, Joey should probably see an orthodontist.
I'm concerned about his jaw alignment." Dr. Hightower continued. "The
abscessed tooth was caused by the enamel on his tooth being worn away,
either from grinding his teeth in his sleep or from normal activities
like eating and talking."  The prognosis concerned me.

Joey had his tooth pulled, which took another 30 minutes. I finally got a
text back from Sarah while I sat in the waiting room.

"Sorry was in scottsdale with grant hows joey"  I didn't know who Grant
was and I didn't know why Sarah had been in Scottsdale.

I updated her on the situation. It was no surprise to me that they didn't
have dental insurance. After Joey was finished I told the receptionist to
send me the bill.

That evening Sarah came over to discuss Joey's oral health. It was
obvious to me that she didn't have money for braces even before she told
me.  And she was already three weeks late on this month's rent. I knew
she must be having financial problems. As far as I knew, her only income
came from a part-time job as a hair stylist at the Regis in the mall.

I was worried about Joey.  To me, he seemed like a perfect little marble
statue that had a tiny hairline crack just out of view on its bottom
side. But if that hairline crack wasn't treated, it could expand and
widen and compromise the entire sculpture.

I told Sarah I would take Joey to the orthodontist for a consultation,
and we would go from there.

Two weeks later Joey had a set of stainless steel braces on his upper and
lower teeth. I'd made a deal with Sarah that she would pay me back when
she was more financially stable. And I came away from the deal with a
$3100 charge on my Mastercard. I have to admit, the braces didn't detract
from Joey's beauty. In fact, they made his already large lips seem even
more prominent.

Over time I began to notice that I rarely saw Sarah at all.  Joey was
self sufficient when it came to meals, hygiene, and housework, but I felt
sorry for the kid. I started inviting him over for dinner the nights I
was home. One night after dinner we were watching "Malibu Rescue" on
Netflix. I had my arm draped over the back of the sofa and Joey sat on
the next cushion to my right. Without provocation he started poking at a
tattoo of a coiled snake on my bicep.

"You can't bite my finger!" he joked as he continued prodding the snake's
open mouth with his pointer. I grabbed his wrist, pulling his hand
towards me and playfully nibbled on his finger.  Joey squealed and tried
to pull his hand from my mouth but my grip on his wrist was too firm.
Joey tried a different tactic and pushed his finger all the way into my
mouth. Surprised and caught off guard, I pulled his hand away from my
mouth. His slim finger had touched the soft palate beyond my tongue. It
was a shocking and intimate touch.

Joey made an exaggerated show of wiping his saliva-wet finger on the sofa
cushion "Yuck!"

"Don't mess with the snake!" I teased, flexing my bicep in front of
Joey's face.

Joey reached out and felt my bicep.  "Wow, that snake is rock hard," he
said. He had to know the double entendre behind that statement. I wanted
to reply with a naughty rejoinder but decided I was better off saying
nothing.

One afternoon Joey texted me: "U want to come over to my house for dinner
tonight?"  I don't know why the offer excited me so much. Until this
point I'd been Joey's caretaker, but now he was offering to make me a
meal. I felt giddy as I waited for 7:00 pm to arrive. I dressed in a pair
of fleece trousers that showed off my muscled legs and a striped tank top
which accentuated my powerful shoulders and tattooed arms. I looked
myself over in the floor length mirror and liked what I saw. "Damn it,
Kell!" I thought to myself. "You're preening like you're getting ready
for a Grindr hookup."

Joey made spaghetti and garlic bread. The food was unremarkable but I
savored the meal and the time I got to spend at Joey's table. The oven
mitts he wore as he served the spaghetti looked comically large on his
skinny arms.

After dinner I helped Joey wash the dishes and then he asked if I wanted
to watch a movie. I thought we were going to sit on the small sofa in the
living room but he ushered me into his bedroom. We watched "Scott Pilgrim
Vs. The World" on a laptop between us as we lay on Joey's bed. It felt
surprisingly intimate. Stealing glances at Joey, lying next to me with
his head propped up on a pillow, I had a hard time concentrating on the
movie. A slight bulge was visible through his dark gray sweat pants. I
wanted to feel it, but knew better. My own crotch felt full and vital. I
scanned his bedroom to learn more about the unique kid lying next to me:
Grand Theft Auto and Spiderverse posters, karate ribbons, a couple
magazine photos of tattoo-faced young rappers, a double spread of a
Lamborghini - nothing unusual. A large poster of a fluffy kitten with
huge eyes standing on its hind legs was the only thing that seemed out of
place in a 13-year-old boy's bedroom.

***

A few nights after I had dinner at Joey's I got a call from Sarah.  She
sounded frantic.

"Kell? I've been arrested."

"Oh, God, Sarah!" Despite her irresponsible lifestyle I'd never seen
evidence of criminality. "What can I do?"

"Well, they're going to get me a lawyer, but I need you to take care of
Joey."

"Can I bail you out? How long do you think you're going to be in jail?" I
didn't know what to say or do in a situation like this.

There was silence for a few moments. "Since I'm on probation they're not
going to give me bail." Sarah said. "My probation officer knows about
Joey. I don't want him to end up in the system. Can you take care of
him?"

"Of course." The words were out of my mouth before I even had time to
consider the import of what I was agreeing to. "Have you told Joey?"

Silence again.  Then, "I was hoping you could tell him."

Sarah filled me in on her legal troubles. She had been on probation for
passing bad checks, and was caught with a credit card reader on her phone
at work. They said she'd been swiping customers' credit cards and buying
gift cards online with their numbers. She knew she was going to be in
jail a while but wouldn't tell me what "a while" meant.

***

Breaking the news to Joey about his mom's legal troubles was tough. I
texted him and asked him to come over to my place and told him what
happened. Joey's eyes watered as he asked "How long's my mom going to be
in jail? And what do I do?"

I promised him I'd take care of him. I felt tears in my own eyes and
looked to the side so Joey couldn't see them, but I knew Joey sensed my
emotions. He walked over and put his arms around my torso. I hugged his
skinny body and pulled him into me. I could feel him heaving silent sobs
as his head rested against my chest. I was determined to do everything I
could to give this kid a good life.

The practicalities of being the sole provider to a 13-year-old boy was
more involved than I had imagined. Suddenly every decision I made about
my own life had to be weighed against Joey's needs and well being. When
I'd promised Sarah I'd take care of Joey, I hadn't been thinking about my
other responsibilities or previous commitments.  My principle worry now
was an upcoming sales convention in Las Vegas which I was supposed to
leave for on Wednesday morning. There was no way I could miss it, as I
had lined up meetings with most of my best clients.

"You want to come to Vegas with me?" I asked  Joey.  He seemed excited by
the invitation. I told him he'd have to miss four days of school.

"Can you write me a note?" he asked.

     To whom it may concern:
     Joey Jensen will miss school Wednesday, February 12 through Monday
     February 17 due to an unforeseen family emergency.

     Best Regards,

     Kell Baird
     Legal Guardian

***

The five hour drive to Vegas afforded me the opportunity to get to know
Joey in a way that our one or two hour dinners hadn't.  Joey fiddled with
the car radio as we drove through the desert, trying to find the pop or
hip hop stations that faded in and out of range as we traveled. I felt
like I needed to get to know him on a deeper level if I was going to be
his guardian while Sarah was in jail.

"This may sound stupid, but what do you want to do when you grow up?" I
cringed a little. "Not that you're not grown up, just... what do you want
to do when you get out of school?"

"Uh, college?" Joey said it as if he was seeking my approval.

"To study what?" I continued to probe.

"I'd like to be a veterinarian...?" again it sounded like he was seeking
my approval.

So you like animals?

"Uh huh. I used to have a cat but we had to give him away when we moved.
...Jim-Jim."

"Jim-Jim! That's a funny name for a cat," I laughed.

"I named him when I was four," Joey explained.

When we got to the Cosmopolitan I asked if I could exchange my suite with
a king-size bed for one with two beds, but the hotel was fully occupied
because of the convention. I have to admit, when I'd booked my room a
couple months ago, I selfishly treated myself to a deluxe suite hoping I
could impress some twinks enough to party with me. Now it would be me and
Joey in the same bed. The idea was appealing.

"Look at this bathroom!" Joey yelled to me as he explored the suite a few
minutes later. I followed his voice to the palatial rooms that comprised
the bath. Floor to ceiling windows with a view of the strip took up one
wall of the large space. I knew the mirrored exterior of the hotel
offered privacy from outside eyes, but the idea of the bathroom being
open to the world was a little thrilling. A large shower with a clear
glass enclosure took up one side of the marble-tiled room, with an
oversized sunken tub next to it.  A long counter with two sinks and a
mirrored wall stood opposite the tub and shower. A television was inset
behind the mirror between the two sinks. Joey picked up the remote and
turned on the TV. The hotel house channel blared ads about the
restaurants and bars at the resort. I found a toilet and bidet in an
adjoining room and closed the door to relieve my bladder.

My first seminar was on Thursday morning, so we had Wednesday afternoon
and evening free.  I hadn't worked out since Sunday; maybe it was my
imagination, but I could feel my muscles losing tone by the minute. I
told Joey I was going to use the fitness center.

"Can I come, too?" Joey asked. Normally I like to work out alone - having
a partner cramps my routine. But I couldn't say no to Joey.

"Do you have clothes you can work out in?" I asked.

"Yeah, I have some shorts and a t-shirt." Joey rifled through his
carry-on sized suitcase, pulled out a couple items, and went to the
bathroom to change.

I pulled a pair of cut-off sweat pants, some athletic briefs and an
A-shirt from my suitcase and dressed in the bedroom. Joey came out of the
bathroom while I was pulling on my briefs. Facing the dresser, I could
see him in the mirror. He stopped in the doorway and silently looked at
me from behind as I changed. I felt myself getting hard. I pulled on my
shorts and arranged my front side so it wasn't apparent.

I admired Joey's slim body in the mirrored elevator as we descended to
the fourth floor workout rooms. He was wearing thin black cotton shorts
and a well worn tight red t-shirt.  He glanced at me and smiled when he
caught my eye.

My workout that day consisted of alternating between my usual routine and
instructing Joey on how to use and adjust the weight machines. After I
finished my reps on the bicep machine Joey asked if he could try to lift
the amount of weight I had been training on. He couldn't budge it. A tiny
ember of pride glowed in my chest.

My normal workout routine is two and a half hours, but I sensed that Joey
was flagging after an hour, so I suggested we go back to the room and
clean up.

I looked at Joey's body again as we rode the elevator back up to the 16th
floor. Dark maroon shapes of sweat-drenched fabric had formed at his
chest, neckline and each armpit. His long dark fall of hair was moist and
plastered to the side of his face. I looked at myself in the mirror and
decided I was even wetter.

When we stepped into the cool, air conditioned suite Joey yelled "Dibs on
the shower!" and ran towards the bathroom.

"No!  I weigh twice as much as you so I'm twice as sweaty!" I yelled
playfully as I gave chase.

When I got into the bathroom Joey was already reaching into the shower
enclosure adjusting the single-armed control on the right side.  I
reached in and turned on the left side shower control. Joey looked at me
with a smug look on his face as he ran his hand through the shower stream
to test the temperature. I did the same.

Then to trump Joey and win this game, I pulled my shirt off, then dropped
my shorts and underwear and stepped into the shower.  I sensed Joey do
the same behind me. The slow burn of eroticism that accompanied my time
with Joey now expressed itself in my growing cock. In seconds I was fully
erect. I had to hide if from the boy - after all, I was his caretaker.

***

But you already know what happened. Within a minute, I was holding Joey's
shower-wet erection in my right hand.

Joey reached out and took my much larger member in his hand, His thin
fingers caressed my length. I pulled him toward me until our bodies met
and we embraced. His warm, wet front side, small and compact, was pressed
against my large frame, his thin arm trapped between our bodies still
gripping my cock. Joey looked up at me, caught in my embrace. Did he want
to be kissed? I think he wanted to be kissed but I was too afraid I'd put
him off if I tried. I moved my hands lower and caressed his buttocks, one
in each palm of my hand. They were hot and slippery from his scalding
shower. I ran my fingers down his crack and Joey started a humping
motion, his erect cock poking between my legs just below my own hard on.

I knew we were doing something that was reviled by society.  The power
imbalance of our age and size difference meant there was no possibility
of consent on Joey's part according to the law and public opinion.

I gently pushed the boy away from me. Joey looked confused and hurt.

"Are you OK with this, Joey?"

"I've been thinking about this a long time," he answered.  His hand
reached for my cock.

We resumed our embrace, grinding our pelvises together and caressing each
other's bottoms.

"You clean enough?" I asked.

"Yeah, let's get out of the shower." Joey replied.

We watched each other towel off, our erect cocks bouncing as we dried our
arms and legs, then walked into the bedroom.  I pulled the covers off the
bed and we lay down on the crisp white sheets of the king sized mattress.

I looked at Joey, lying on his side parallel to me . His thin, smooth
body was flawless. I was able to see for the first time that Joey had a
few sparse pubic hairs on his groin.

My hand touched his hip, then crept down and fondled his balls. They were
full and tight. Joey giggled and grabbed my cock, caressing its length.
My upper body leaned in and Joey got the message, parting his lips for
our first kiss, long and deep.

After a few minutes of fondling each other and making out I asked Joey
what else he wanted to do. We both knew I was far more experienced, so I
wanted him to go at his own pace.

"Uh, Blowjobs?" Joey said. It was more of a question than an answer.

I scooted my body toward the top of the bed and leaned against the
headboard. "Facefuck me," I said softly. I knew Joey wanted to play with
me, but I still wasn't sure of his sexual orientation, and my previous
experience with straight guys was that facefucking was usually what
turned them on the most, giving them a chance to close their eyes and
pretend it was someone else's mouth around their cock.

Joey positioned himself on his knees straddling my chest. He guided his
cock into my mouth, placed his hands on the headboard behind me and
started humping. He wasn't very large, so it was easy to take him all the
way down to the root without discomfort. Joey kept his eyes on my face
and his cock, as if trying to savor the act with every sense in his body.
His movements grew more forceful as he plunged his slim, wet cock as deep
as it could go then retreated until his cockhead was on my tongue, and
then back in again. At one point he pulled out too far and his cock
popped out of my mouth, poking my chin. I grabbed the saliva-wet
appendage and gave it a few playful jerks, but it was too much for Joey -
his cock pulsed as it spewed a few small jets of watery boy juice over my
lower face.

I licked Joey's seed from my lips and wiped my face with a sheet. I had
been hoping our lovemaking would last longer, but Joey seemed genuinely
spent, lying next to me heaving deep breaths. The boy rolled over onto
his back and snuggled up against my left side, his wet cock gradually
deflating.

We sat side by side for a minute or two in silence, then Joey spoke up.
"You didn't cum." I was still as hard as a nail, so it was difficult to
miss. Joey reached over and caressed my erection, then repositioned
himself closer to my lower body to more easily reach my cock. After a bit
of stroking Joey took my cock into his mouth. It was far from the most
proficient blow job I'd ever received, but it was the most meaningful.
Joey alternated between sucking me and stroking me, and eventually his
caresses put me over the edge and I erupted, ejecting warm semen over his
hand and my lower torso.

We stayed in bed the rest of the evening watching movies and ordering
room service.  Having Joey next to me naked with a sheet pulled up just
above his groin was a turn on - I was half hard for hours looking at his
bare chest and stomach descending in a v-shape toward the hidden treasure
between his legs. Joey must have felt the same way. We made love again,
and this time I let him fuck me. I was able to watch Joey on top of me in
the floor length mirror next to the bed. The contrast in the sizes and
shapes of our bodies was obvious as his compact frame  thrust itself into
my thick, muscled form. It felt so right, like two pieces of a puzzle
made specifically to fit together.

***

Sarah was sentenced to 48 months. With good behavior, she could be out in
a year and a half. I converted my home office back into a bedroom and
moved Joey in. Two women who worked at ASU rented Sarah's side of the
duplex.

Joey and I visit Sarah in Perryville every two weeks. During each visit
Sarah showers me with gushing gratitude for taking care of Joey, and
promises she'll pay me back for raising him while she's in prison. I
don't feel like she owes me anything - she's already given me the
greatest gift I could possibly imagine. But I don't tell her that. I want
her to have something to work for, a goal, a reason to be on her good
behavior and get her life back on track. Joey loves me, but a boy needs a
mother.

END