Date: Sat, 25 May 2002 18:37:53 -0700 (PDT) From: No Label Subject: Donny Chapter 7 This is a work of fiction and any resemblence to a true story is totally accidental. It is also possible that this kind of story is against the law in your land so do not download more than twice, and remember where you put it so you can delete it in a hurry. The true meaning of this story is totally incomprehensible to persons over eighteen, but, unfortunately, that is the age you are supposed to be (at least around here) to read this. Please send comments, critisisms, ideas to the author at zero78245@yahoo.com. Flames will be accepted also, that is if you flamers know how to send e-mail. Thanks to the editor, because without him, you would never get to see this story. And you would probably hate it. So smile at the editor when you see him, offer a treat or two (it makes him happy), and maybe even a pat on the head or scratch behind the ears (he loves that). But only if you want to keep reading new chapters. DONNY Chapter 7 I wore his ass out. I would let him get close, let him think that an old man could catch me, then turn on the jets and and leave him gulping my wake. Don't want to get him too tired though. Just enough for him to let his defenses down. Then this evening, after dinner, maybe I can show him my love and he will accept it. That's when Dad always wanted it. I know I can get him horny enough to want to love me. Hopefully tonight, but if not, then by next weekend. Gotta make him happy. Damn, he's hot though. Got a great body. Just a little small in the dick department. Hope when I grow up I will be closer to average. Man, it sure would be nice to be as big as Deke. What did he say now, oh yeah, that he had to wrap it around his leg so it would fit inside his pants. That's a whole lot bigger than Tom. Never really saw it though, but why would Deke lie? Mmmm, but Tom sure looks good. And he hasn't hit me yet, not even once. Ha, looks like Tom is wore out. He's hangin' off the side. "That's enough for me. Gotta get supper started anyway. Stay in if you want." and Tom climbed out of the pool heading for the showers. Shit. Well I hope that was enough. I'll do a couple of laps backstroke to cool, then get out myself. I wonder what Tom will feel like. It would be nice if he didn't want to do it right away, but then if I don't let him to do it he might throw me out. That's what men want, isn't it? Their dick buried in a pussy or butt. Not me. I don't think I could hurt someone like that. Shit, I'll bet it feels good, though. My Dad was even half way nice after, at least he stopped hitting me for a few hours. So it must feel good. But I don't want to hurt nobody. Not like that. The way people talk about love, you'd think that it was some great thing, instead of how much it really hurts. Going through the kitchen, Tom was already busy cooking. "How does spaghetti sound? Got some sauce frozen and it won't take long to heat." "Sounds good to me. Spaghetti is one of my favorites. Can we have garlic bread too? "Spaghetti isn't spaghetti without garlic bread. I'll throw a quick salad together too." "Great." Can't wait to get out of these pants. Way too hot for them anyway. I wonder if I can get away with no shorts again. Tom won't notice, and it will be easier to get his motor running after we eat. Mmmm, that sure smells good. Like an Italian restaurant. Geez, I haven't been in a restaurant in a long time. Maybe tomorrow we can go to one after shopping. Have to ask Tom. Man, I can't believe that he is going to buy all that stuff for me. Well, I will just have to give him his reward. Probably will have to let him dick me until the the end of school to pay him back. I hope he is gentler than Dad. And doesn't hit. Man, my whole body would hurt after he was finished. I know that's part of it, but doesn't mean I have to like it. Oh, look at that sauce, thick and...what's that? Real italian sausage? Wow! "Boy, that smells good! Did you make it yourself?" Tom put his arm around my shoulders and gave a small squeeze. "Thanks. Guess this old man can do something right, huh?" "Yeah, guess so." Tom ran his hand down my back to my butt and swatted lightly. "Now go put some shorts on." How did he know? "Aaawww" I went back to the room and grabbed the shorts I wore this morning. But I didn't put them on until I returned to the kitchen. Figured I would give Tom a little show. Let him know what he was getting later. And if that's all the harder he hits, then it might not be too bad. "Is that better?" "Yes, much. Now you're decent enough to sit at my table." We ate in the kitchen. Boy, that spaghetti was good, had three helpings. And four slices of garlic bread. Plus two helpings of salad. Guess the ride and swimming made me supper hungry, cause I usually don't eat that much. Tom just grinned every time I asked for more and told me to help myself. "I do believe that you are gonna start growing real soon. You eat like a growth spurt is starting." "Hope so. Don't want to stay little all my life." "Don't worry. Your eating enough for two. Go into the living room and pick out a movie for us to watch. I clean up in here." "Okay. Anything you want to watch in particular?" "No. I've seen all of them. So you pick out what you want." "Okay." I had seen the shelves of CDs and DVDs in the living room, but hadn't had a chance to really check them out. Wow, Tom sure has a bunch. Hmm, the DVDs are arranged by type, mostly comedies and action (which I like) but not any horror (which I really like). Guess I will have to teach him the finer things about movies. Tom came into the room, "All finished. Got the disk in?" "Ah, I don't know how to run a DVD." I felt like a dork saying that, but I didn't want to break his machine my first day here. And we never had one at home. Dad said they were just a passing craze. Right. "Come here and I'll show you. But you will probably know better than me soon enough." Tom showed me how simple it was and handed me the remote. Then he went to sit in a great big recliner. I need to be closer than the couch to him if I want to get him going. "Can I sit with you?" Tom grinned and scooted over to one side. All right, I should get his motor running real quick. Hmm, nice and soft. And his arm around my shoulders is like a pillow. Punch the start and select play the movie. Neat, I had heard there was all sorts of other stuff on the DVDs, guess we will have to check it out after the movie. Nope, gotta let Tom have his reward. This feels good. Feels better than love, that's for sure. Maybe I'll show him love tomorrow, but this feels too good to mess up right now. It just seems right, feeling our bodies touch like this. Deke said nothing feels better than lovin' but this is so good. Tom is so strong, and his arm around me makes me feel safe. I like this. Warm, soft, safe. Yeah, I'll hold off the love until tomorrow. Hopefully Tom doesn't want it every day like Dad did. Boy, this is the life. I like sitting with Tom like this. I wonder if Tom will let me sit with him all the time? That would be neat. This is a good movie too. Guess Tom likes it too, cause he seems to be watching it close. Let me turn a little this way, I can lay my head on his chest. Wow, was that a squeeze? A hug? Sure felt good. Ha, look at that guy. He just fell in that hole that anyone could see. Tom thought it was funny too. Wow, I can hear his laugh inside his chest. Boy, this is good. Damn, why can't love feel this good? Aaaahhhh. Mmmmmm, these sheets feel good. It feels good to stretch. Het, wait a minute. I'm in my bed, and it's light outside. Shit, I must have fell asleep in the middle of the movie. Boy, that sure felt good sitting with Tom last night. I wish love would feel that way. That would be so nice. Mmmmm, I smell bacon! And I sure am hungry! Gotta pee too. Shit, like a race horse! Gotta get up. Fuck! I hope Tom isn't pissed than he didn't get any lovin' last night. After a refreshing pause at the bathroom, I walked into the kitchen. Tom was at the stove. He doesn't seem pissed. "Good morning, sunshine! How do you like your eggs?" "Cooked." How can anyone be so cheerful at this time of the morning? "All right, smart ass. Scrambled okay? Juice is in the fridge. Pour us both a glass, okay?" "Yeah, sure. Oh, morning Tom." "Well, you are not much of a morning person I see. We will have to change that. Gotta get up with the chickens on a ranch, you know." "But you don't have any chickens." "Minor technicality. Sit. Eggs are almost done. Here's the toast. How about slapping some apple butter on a slice for me?' "Okay. Oh, Tom, sorry about falling asleep last night." "Oh, you mean you're not supposed to sleep at night? I guess I will have to re-arrange my schedule. Damn, and just when I was getting used to sleeping at night." "Tom, that's not what I mean. I mean, sorry about falling asleep on you and all." "I don't mind. But when you get bigger don't make a habit of it. I like my back, and I don't want it broken." "What's the matter? Getting old?" "No, it seems like you gained about forty pounds yesterday. Or at least it felt like it. Now eat. We have a long day ahead of us." Dad never fixed me breakfast like this. Mom did but that was a long time ago. Boy, it is good. Tom is a good cook, but I won't tell him that. Might give him a swelled head. Yeah, this is nice. Why do I feel like giving Tom a hug? I just want to wrap my arms around him and hold him tight. I remember doing that with my mom when she made me feel good. Not with Dad though, no sirree! A slap to the head or butt, throw me on whatever's around, pull down the pants, and love me. Damn I wish I could remember more of Mom. And I think I get the same feeling with Tom. Warm and safe feeling. Yeah, I'll do it. Give him a hug. Wow, he's hugging me back! This is soo good. Shit, better get it over with. Maybe it will make up for falling asleep last night. Yeah, pull down the shorts and bend over the table. Please don't hit me too hard! He's grabbing me. Oh fuck, here it comes! TBC...