Date: Fri, 11 Aug 2017 16:48:20 +0200 (CEST)
From: smashing@tutanota.com
Subject: Do You Like Boys

To eliminate any doubt I will state that this story is entirely a work of
fiction. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead is coincidental.

Having said that, I would like to thank all those who responded by email. I
apologize for the length of the first part. When I began the entire story
was not going to be that long but sometimes a story will take on a life of
its own and go where it will for as long as it wishes. Stanley is one of
those stories.

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It was fall in the Rockies and the promise of snow was in the crisp
mountain air. Men tuned up snow blowers and teens cajoled fathers about
shovels so they could earn extra money clearing walks. The school year was
well under way and I missed the sounds of boys playing all day in the
streets of the mountain town that nestled between the neighboring peaks. I
kept myself busy preparing for winter. The lawn sprinkler system had been
winterized as well as the camping trailer I used during the summer months.

I was in my early thirties which is a good age to be working in the
high-tech industry which I was. The job paid good money and I was able to
telecommute, doing all my work online which was a godsend in the winter.
Driving mountain roads in the winter can be very interesting if not
downright exciting. Although my work does not require my constant
attention, giving me time during the day to do other things, it was nearly
five o'clock and I needed to wrap up the day's work and log out of the
company site. I had just logged out when the doorbell rang.

It was Kyle, a boy I had watched while his mother was in the hospital for a
few days about three years ago. At that time he was seven, too young to be
of interest to me but he was cute and showed promise for the years ahead.
Now, as he stood in front of me, I could see that promise was fulfilled. He
stood a little over four feet tall; slender with reddish brown hair which
looked much redder when the sun was shining on it. The uncombed mop covered
his ears but was not too long, falling just below his collar. Green eyes
twinkled on either side of a button nose and delicate lips smiled as he
spoke. He still had plenty of freckles but not as many as he used to have.

"Hi Mr. J Mom wants to talk to you," he gushed out in one breath.

"Why doesn't she just call me?"

"I think she lost your phone number. Can you come over and talk to her?"

"I suppose. Just let me get a jacket."

Although the day had been nice enough the temperature was dropping rapidly.
Kyle was wearing his jacket, unzipped, over a cotton tee shirt emblazoned
with the image of his favorite rock star. Thankfully his blue jeans fit
nicely. Not tight but then they weren't falling off his ass either and he
did have a nice bubble butt showing through the material.

I followed Kyle through their front door. His mother, Rose, was in the
kitchen preparing dinner for them. "Hello Rose. Kyle said you wanted me to
come over and talk."

"Kyle! You could have just given him our phone number." Kyle shrugged and
did his best to look innocent. I laughed to put them at ease.

"Well, I'm here now. What did you want to talk about?"

"I have to start working the swing shift. I won't get home until after
seven and need someone to watch Kyle after he gets out of school until I
get home. You did such a wonderful job with him while I was in the hospital
I thought I would see if you would be willing to do it. I'd pay you, of
course."

I did some fast thinking. There was no way I would let this opportunity
slip past me but I didn't want to look anxious. I was salaried and while
the company liked its employees working eight to five we could juggle the
hours as long as we got in forty hours a week. So work wouldn't be a
problem and I could use the money Rose paid me to buy the extra food for
dinners.

"I think that would be alright." Not wanting to appear too eager I added,
"I'll have to OK some different hours with work before I can really commit
to it. And I think Kyle should OK it too so there won't be any friction
from him."

"OK by me," Kyle responded eagerly. "I had fun staying with you."

"It's not going to be all fun and games. For starters you're in school this
time and first thing when you get home will be homework."

"Yeah, OK," Kyle responded significantly less enthusiastically.

Rose and I traded phone numbers and I told her I would call the next night
to give her a definite answer.

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Three fifteen the first day I was to watch him Kyle was leaning on the door
bell. I opened the door and Kyle was with another boy his age. Cute boy but
I was in no mood to appreciate the beauty. "School let out forty-five
minutes ago. Where have you been?" This was not a good start to a happy and
harmonious relationship with the boy.

"Me an' Bernie were just messing around."

"In the future you need to come here first and ask if you can 'just mess
around'. I'm accountable for you and I need to know where you are."

"OK, OK. But can I go over to Bernie's and play?"

"No, you may not," I responded emphatically. "For two big reasons. First,
your mother is paying me to watch you, not Bernie's mother and second, you
are to do your homework before anything else and I don't see any books."

Bernie was beginning to look a little uncomfortable. "I guess I forgot to
bring them home." Kyle was looking uncomfortable also.

"Then I guess you can forget about playing with Bernie for the rest of the
evening too."

That was enough for Bernie. "I better go home before I get into trouble
too." He left quickly.

Kyle came inside and I closed the door. Neither of us was happy. "I think
an hour would be plenty of time to do your homework so you can sit at the
dining table for an hour and think about doing homework. Then we are going
to have a little talk."

I had bought chocolate chip cookies for an after school snack. When his
mother was in the hospital they were his favorite and were still my
favorite but they would have to wait another hour to be enjoyed. I set the
timer on my phone for an hour and picked up a book to read. I sat in the
living room, behind him and watched while he fidgeted for the next hour.

When the time was up I went to the table and sat opposite of him. He gave
me an angry look.

"Well, Kyle, this wasn't very fun for me. Was it fun for you?"

"No," came the sullen reply.

"I didn't think so. I would like it to be fun for both of us but for that
to happen we both have to follow rules. The rules I have to follow are to
care for you while your mother is working, feed you, and, hopefully, keep
you from harm. The rules you have to follow are to come here after school
and do your homework, do what I tell you and do your best to stay out of
trouble. If we both follow the rules we can have fun. Does that make sense
to you?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"Good. So what are you doing after school tomorrow?"

"Coming here and doing my homework."

"One more thing. For the rest of the week you will stay here from the time
you get out of school to the time your mother picks you up."

"WHAT??"

Kyle acted like it was the end of the world but today was Wednesday so that
only left two more days for punishment. "You can't go out and spend time
with your friend but he can come here if he wants to AND has his parents'
permission to be here."

"He's not my friend. He's my BEST friend."

"Well, maybe the two of you can do your homework here. In the meantime
there are chocolate chip cookies and milk in the kitchen. You do still like
chocolate chip, don't you?"

"You bet I do." He headed to the kitchen with a big smile.

Kyle watched a few shows on TV and sat on my lap. He liked sitting on my
lap. The top of his head fit nicely under my chin and the faint smell of
boy sweat mixed with the lingering scent of strawberry shampoo. I wrapped
my arms around his warm firm body and he laid a hand on one of my arms.
After a while I relaxed my hold a little, letting my hands rest in his lap.
Under my right hand I could feel the bulge of his small dick. His right
hand rested on mine and we watched TV like that until it was time for me to
start dinner.

He watched the tube until I had dinner ready and we ate. The two of us
cleaned up and did the dishes and by the time we were finished with that
Rose was at the door to pick Kyle up.

The next day Kyle showed up shortly after school was out and he had brought
homework to do. He went to the dining table and started without being told.

"I'm glad to see you are following the rules," I said, standing beside
him. I gave him a quick hug and asked, "Your best friend didn't want to
come over with you?"

"Nah, he got in trouble for being late too and had to go straight home.
Besides, he says you're mean."

"Sometimes I am mean but let him know I'm not always mean." Kyle grunted an
affirmation and opened one of his books.

I brought a few cookies and a glass of milk to him and they vanished
swiftly. There were probably chocolate smears on his papers but I really
didn't care too much. He was getting the work done after all. I went to the
living room to watch TV and slouched on the couch stretching out with my
feet on the coffee table. My time I divided between watching TV, making
sure Kyle was actually doing homework and admiring the lithe body fidgeting
as he did his work.

After half an hour I heard a book close decisively and saw Kyle getting up
from the table. "You're finished already?" I asked.

"Yeah," he replied heading my way. "There really wasn't much except
arithmetic and it was easy."

"Going to watch some TV with me?"

"Yep," he replied swinging one leg across mine and setting his cute butt on
my crotch. Laying back on me he pulled my arms over his shoulders so I was
holding him. When he settled down the bulge of his dick was in the palm of
one of my hands, his hand holding mine.

"Are you comfortable now?" I asked.

"Yes."

I held him tight for a moment without moving my hands. His dick pressed
into my palm but he didn't seem to mind. Once again I enjoyed the faint
smell of boy sweat and the faint scent of strawberry shampoo in his hair. I
enjoyed he feel of his dick under the rough denim in the palm of my hand
even more. After a few minutes of TV I felt the bulge under my hand twitch
and begin to lengthen, growing a bit with each beat of Kyle's little
heart. Kyle didn't move and neither did I.

I waited a moment after it reached its full length and then asked, "Are you
still comfortable? If not we can move."

Sitting on my crotch with his legs spread, straddling mine, my hand on his
little boner and his hand on mine he replied, "I'm fine. I like this." I
gave him another body squeeze, giving his boner a little extra pressure. He
smiled up at me briefly.

I rubbed up and down his boner a couple times. It was hard to tell just how
big it was through the levis he was wearing but I thought it must be
between two and three inches long. After rubbing it I held it with my thumb
and a finger, squeezing gently.

"Feels like it's really hard," I said.

"It is," Kyle replied. "Really hard," adding emphasis.

I fondled and caressed for a while and then it was time to start dinner.
"It's time for me to fix dinner. Do you want to help me or watch TV?"

"TV," he said getting off my lap.

I got up and he lay down on the couch. I was pretty sure I knew what would
happen as I headed toward the kitchen. I couldn't see Kyle from the kitchen
but it wasn't long before I heard what must have been orgasmic sounds
coming from the living room.

After dinner and dishes we went back out to the living room. I stretched
out lengthwise on it, leaving no room for Kyle. He looked confused by this
move so I motioned him to me. He came close and I helped him lay on top of
me, face up. I put my hands on his shoulders and ran them down his chest,
his belly and the sides of his legs as far as I could reach then back up,
under his shirt. His belly and chest were warm and smooth. The skin was
soft but the muscles beneath were hard. I once heard a woman describe her
buff boyfriend "like a giant hardon." Kyle was like that and I loved it.

I caressed his pecks and slowly descended down his chest and over his
stomach. Soft moans would occasionally escape his delicate lips. At one
point he put his hands on mine as though he thought he should help. I could
see a tent in his jeans that must have been uncomfortable so I whispered
softly in his ear, "You don't need to do anything but enjoy this. You might
be more comfortable if you straighten out your boner though." A little hand
slipped into his pants and adjusted it. Kyle just relaxed with both hands
at his sides.

 His blue tee shirt slid down to his lower ribs and stayed there, leaving
his belly exposed. I played with his navel for a moment. It was neither an
innie or an outie but was flush with the rest of his belly. Very
attractive. I continued caressing his torso and finally reached the top of
his pants. I made a lateral pass across his belly, slipping my fingers a
little under the waistband of his tighty whiteys. I heard Kyle sharply
intake breath as I did so and felt him tense as he lay on top of me but he
relaxed quickly. I rubbed his belly a little more and then repeated my
actions with the waistband. This time he sucked his belly in to give me
access to the treasure within.

At the end of the lateral pass I stopped and pushed into the private sphere
of his underwear. He continued to suck his stomach in and I noticed his
eyes were closes and he had a slight smile of contentment. I pushed until
my hand was into his underwear to my last set of knuckles but could go no
farther. The forbidden, silky smooth skin was delightful. I withdrew my
hand and said, "Sorry Kyle, There's just not enough room for both of us in
your pants."

He let out a disappointed sigh but I began to unsnap his pants and then
pull the zipper down. Kyle began to breathe heavier and more rapidly. When
I was finished and his Levis were gaping open I said, "There. That should
give us both room in there." Kyle smiled big.

I slid my hand beneath the waistband and began to rub him in a circular
motion enjoying the feel of his velvety warmth. I was careful not to touch
his genitals just yet and I gathered Kyle was liking this by the sighs of
contentment issuing from him. I caressed the smooth skin just above and
beside the root of his dick where, in two or three years there would be a
thick patch of coarse brown hair that would have a reddish cast in the
sunlight.

His ball sack lay against my finger and I pushed and teased the cum factory
that lay with in. His sack was a small tight ball of skin containing two
cashew sized nuts. After playing with his nuts for a while I slid my hand
up and engulfed his boner in my fist. His pelvis pushed up and a heartfelt
"Ohhh" escaped. His dick was incredibly hard and pulsed with the heat of
passion. I held it in my fist but my smallest two fingers covered its
entire length. I began to stroke it and Kyle said, "Mmmm."

That's when Rose knocked on the door. Kyle groaned in disappointment,
quickly zipped up his fly and snapped his pants. I pushed Kyle off me,
arranged my hardon and went to greet Rose at the door.

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The next day Kyle was right on time and, at the door with him, was Bernie.
Today, not being pissed off, I gave his frame the attention it deserved. He
also had brown hair though it was much darker than Kyle's. He was taller
than Kyle and heavier. A look of mischief was settled on his on his face as
though it belonged there. Not as good looking as Kyle he was still
attractive in his own way. As they say, I wouldn't kick him out of bed for
eating crackers.

"It's OK if Bernie does homework with me, isn't it?"

"It's fine with me," I said. "Does your mother know you're here?" I asked
Bernie. He said she did.

"Good," I said as I took my phone out of my pocket. "Call her for me so I
can talk to her."

Bernie was angry. "She said it was OK. You don't need to call her."

"Yes I do. She needs my phone number and I need to know what time to throw
you out into the street."

His anger faded as he took the phone and dialed. "Hi, Mom. I'm with Kyle at
Mr. J's. He wants to talk to you." He handed the phone back to me.

After the typical greeting and small talk I said, "I just wanted to be sure
you have my phone number and find out what time I should give him the bum's
rush out the door."

After the call was over, I told the boys, "Well, that's taken care of.
Bernie, you need to head for home at 4:00. Now you two had better hit those
books."

Kyle led the way to the dining table and they spread out their books and
got to work. I went to the kitchen and put the rest of the cookies on a
plate, took it and two glasses of milk to the boys. After they had inhaled
the cookies and milk I picked up the empty plate and empty glasses. On my
way to the kitchen I heard Kyle whispering to Bernie.

"No way!" Bernie blurted out loudly. I looked back and they both had their
noses in their books. Each time I walked past them Bernie would look at me
with wide-eyed incredulity. They finished their homework about three
o'clock and asked if they could watch TV. I agreed and let them have some
space and privacy. There was a lot of whispering between them.

At four I announced that Bernie had to go home. There was no argument and
Bernie got his books and school work then headed to the door where I let
him out. I was certain Kyle had told all and I was worried about what
Bernie might say once he got home.

Bernie stepped out the door then turned back with a roguish look to address
me. "I can come back again, can't I?"

"Of course you can. Just as long as you follow the rules."

"Oh, I will." He seemed to be quite a bit happier and I was less worried
that he might tell something I didn't want told.

It was a little early but this seemed like a natural break in the sequence
of events so I started dinner. I asked Kyle if he wanted to help but no, he
had a program he wanted to watch. After dinner he helped with the dishes
then we headed to the living room.

"More TV," I asked.

"No, I watched enough TV." This comment really surprised me.

"Well," I responded a little mystified, "What do you want to do then?"

A mischievous grin spread across his freckled face. "We could play Truth or
Dare."

"I don't know how to play. That wasn't a game we played when I was a kid."

"It's easy," he replied and then proceeded to tell me how it was played.

"I don't know. You could tell me to get naked and go kiss old
Mrs. Ellerby." Kyle got a case of the giggles. Mrs. Ellerby was an elderly
spinster who was crabby to everyone.

"No. I wouldn't do that," he said still giggling.

"Still, let's have some ground rules if we play this. Nothing happens
outside this house." I thought a minute. "And nobody else can see or hear
anything. Agreed?"

He readily agreed to those terms so I suspected it was pretty standard in
the game. "So, who goes first?"

"We do rock, paper, scissors," he said. We counted as our fists slapped
noisily in our palms. The first time we both had rock so we went again. The
second time I did paper and Kyle did scissors so he won and got to go
first.

"Truth or Dare?" he asked.

I replied, "Truth," thinking it would probably be safer until I got the
feel of the game. I was hoping to follow Kyle's lead in challenges and
responses.

"OK," he grinned slyly. "Have you ever had a blowjob?"

"What?!?!" This really caught me off guard. I was expecting the "Have you
ever peed in a swimming pool" type of question.

He was loving this. Laughing, he said, "You gotta tell the truth. No
cheating."

"Alright, alright. Yes, I have."

"You gotta say something else. You can't just answer yes or no."

"OK. It just so happens that a blowjob is my favorite kind of sex. Now, my
turn. Truth or Dare?"

"Truth."

I had to think for a minute. "OK, have you ever had sex with anyone besides
yourself?"

"Whadda ya mean 'besides myself'?"

"You know what I mean." Kyle turned a little red at that.

"No. But me an' Bernie were going to suck each other's thing but we didn't
do it. My turn. Truth or Dare?"

"Truth." I wasn't quite ready to find out what a dare looked like.

"Ummm... Ok, I got it. Do you like boys?"

"Of course. That was really a wasted question."

"Noo. Do you LIKE boys?"

"Yeah, I told you, I like boys."

"Ohh," he was exasperated. "You don't understand. Do you LIKE BOYS? "he
asked, giving it extra emphasis.

"Yes, Kyle, I DO understand and yes, I like boys."

His eyes got big. "You do?"

"Yes I do," I said smiling at him. "My turn. Truth or Dare?" He just looked
at me for a moment while the meaning of what I said soaked in. "Truth or
Dare? I repeated.

"Truth."

"OK, are you gay?"

This one he didn't want to answer. He hemmed and hawed and I pushed for an
answer. "I dunno. Sometimes I think I am but... No, I'm not. Well, I
dunno. Yeah, I guess I am. I dunno."

"It can be pretty confusing sometimes," I tried to reassure him.

He ignored that and came back with, "Truth or Dare?"

This isn't so bad I thought to myself. It's time to see what he does for a
dare. "Dare," I announced. Kyle got this look on his face and I suddenly
got the feeling this is what he was waiting for.

"Pull your pants down and show me your dick." He was ready for a show and
grinning big.

"You asked for it," I said, standing up in front of him. "Now you're going
to get it." I unbuckled my belt and started with the button. "Nobody better
ever find out about this."

"They won't," he said seriously as I slid my pants half way down my thighs
and pulled my shirt up.

"How long?" I asked. He was sitting up close to get a good look. I wasn't
getting hard yet but it wouldn't be long.

"That's enough." I pulled up my pants before I got a hardon as he sat back
in the couch and arranged his crotch. I was beginning to think the grin he
had would be a permanent feature.

"My turn. Truth or Dare?"

"Dare," came the answer without hesitation. He must have been wanting to
show me his stuff.

"OK, you have to strip naked and stand in front of me with your hands on
your head until it's my turn again." His grin faded and he stared at me for
a moment. I was pleased; he had not expected this. "Come on, you have to do
it."

"I know, I know." The grin had returned and he began to pull his shirt off
over his head. I admired his smooth chest and two little brown nipples. He
kicked his shoes off and pulled his socks from his feet. Standing up he
first took his pants off and then his tighty whities. He stood up in front
of me, put his hands on his head and, with an embarrassed/proud grin said,
"There."

He was truly beautiful. With his hand on his head I could see his ribs but
they didn't stick out like he was emaciated. His small, brown nipples were
erect like a couple of small pimples waiting to be squeezed. His navel, set
flush with his belly, sat midway between the nipples and his dick. There
was a faint tan line at his waist. There weren't really enough hot days in
this mountain town to get a good tan. His hips were non-existent but there
was the well-formed, magical "V" that had its nadir positioned below his
package which was the most mesmerizing spot of all.

His boner stood proud, hard and two inches tall with a goodly amount of
foreskin drooping off to one side. It was faintly throbbing with the beat
of his heart. His nutsack was a little larger than a golf ball, nicely
rounded and wrinkled. It fit tightly under Kyle's boner.

"Are you going to stare at it all day or can I take my turn?"

"Sorry, you are a very good looking boy."

"Shut up," he said, blushing. "Truth or Dare?"

"Truth," I said then regretted it immediately. That probably looked to Kyle
like I was a chicken. "No," I said quickly, "you can have a chance to get
even. Dare," I announced.

His mischievous grin spoke to me before he did. This is it; you've fallen
into my trap it said to me.

"Suck it," he said decisively.

I suppose I should have seen this coming but I didn't. "Suck it?? Your
dick?? You want me to suck your dick?"

"No," Kyle looked worried. "I was just kidding. You don't have to."

"You weren't kidding," I said sternly. "You meant it. And a dare is a
dare."

I pushed his warm, naked body back a step to give me room and I got on my
knees in front of him. Kyle was silent. I pulled his foreskin down,
inspected for cleanliness and was surprised to find that he was. I
recovered the head of his dick and looked up at him from my "work"
position. "You've got a really nice boner," I said.

"Really?"

"Yes, really," I replied sincerely. It was two inches long from the base to
his piss hole and the light pink sheath was silky smooth. Inside it was so
hard he might have had a steel rod encased within that silk. The aroma of
boy sex wafted towards me and I inhaled deeply. Slowly I put my tongue
under his balls and slowly I licked all the way to the floppy skin at the
top of his bone. I heard him hiss as he inhaled.

"Yesss!" he said quietly to himself.

I teased his foreskin for a while with my tongue and then took the covered
glans in my mouth to rub it good. While the glans was still in my mouth I
retracted the skin so the naked head of his dick was exposed to my
probing. Knowing he would be watching I let go of him with my hand and held
his little cock with only my mouth. Then I slid it down to the base with my
tongue pressing firmly against his hardness.

"Ohhh!" His breath exploded and his young hands and arms wrapped around my
head to hold me tightly, secure against any escape. After a brief moment he
released me, returning his hands to his head. "Sorry."

I released his bone, looked up and, smiling, said, "That's alright. I
really didn't mind." Again I took the quintessence of the boy into my mouth
and massaged it gently and thoroughly. Then I began to stroke him slowly
with my lips.

"Oh, yes," he spoke quietly to himself again. I continued my administration
of care pausing now and then to toy with his plentiful foreskin and the
opening in the glans. I stopped to give his nutsack some attention. First I
licked the wrinkled golf ball and prodded the two cashew sized nuts within
while admiring the wet, glistening pole right in front of my nose. Then I
engulfed his nutsack in my mouth, eliciting a tense "Ohh" from Kyle. I
sucked and prodded it in my mouth causing Kyle to grunt occasionally.

I returned to his two inch cock and began to suck to make him cum. Going
down on him I peeled the skin back with my lips to expose the head, naked
to my hungry mouth. Sliding an inch and a half of hard boner out of my
mouth recovered the sensitive areas again only to repeat the cycle. I
exalted in the feel of the invasion of my mouth and withdrawal. Soon Kyle
began to enunciate his feelings of pleasure.

"Ahh. Ahh. Ahh. Aahhhggh!" Once again he grabbed my head, one hand
clutching a fistful of hair, holding me tight against him, my nose buried
in his wonderful belly as he tried to thrust two inches of hardon four
inches into my mouth. He held me like that for a long moment then released
me. "Wow!"

Although he had released me I didn't release him right away. I held his
still hard dick in my mouth, caressing is gently then slowly stroked him
with my lips a couple times. He was purring when I pulled away. Looking up
I asked, "Did you enjoy your first blowjob?"

"Yes," he replied seriously. "It was awesome." Then he broke out into a big
shit eating grin.

"I'm glad you liked it. I enjoyed your first blow job too." That made him
giggle.

"You really do like boys," he observed.

"I do," I confirmed. "Now, Truth or Dare?"

He looked surprised, no doubt having forgotten the game, and then rolled
his eyes. "I know what you want."

"I'm sure you do. Truth or Dare?"

"Do I have to do it?" he asked.

"Of course not. You will always have a choice. So, Truth or Dare?"

Kyle was struggling with this. I could see the war of indecision being
waged back and forth. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, thought for a
minute and then answered.