Date: Tue, 22 May 2007 03:10:48 -0400
From: Jeff A <parrafan@ureach.com>
Subject: For Joey

Disclaimer: This isn't about any real people. It's fiction, intended for a
strictly adult audience. Got it? You may send your comments, if any, to the
author, if you wish. All correspondence answered, but please don't send
photos - my heart's not that robust.

Dedication:

* * *

For Joey

"Bye Joey. Bye, Mister Carson, thanks for havin' me over" Tommy yelled as
he yanked open the door of his mother's car. She smiled her approval at her
son's good manners. Mr Carson and Joey waved as the car pulled away from
the kerb and proceeded down the street.

"How was your sleepover?", Mrs Watson asked her son as he buckled up.

"It was fine Mom, I guess. Joey's cool, an' his dad's okay. We went
skating, then we watched movies last night, then played some cards. For
breakfast Mister Carson made pancakes, an' Joey drowned his in syrup!"

"Sounds like you had a nice time", Mrs Watson smiled.

"Yeah, Mom", Tommy replied carelessly, watching the houses slip by as their
car took them back to his home on the other side of town. He had a lot to
think about, and he didn't want to have to carry on a conversation with his
mother while he did it. If she had even the slightest inkling that anything
bad happened at Joey's, she would nag at him until the whole story came
out. And then the fertiliser would hit the air conditioning, oh boy, would
it ever.

Tommy didn't actually lie to his mother - his sleepover was fine. To be
more accurate, it was totally fucking awesome! After they spent Saturday
afternoon at the roller skating rink (Mr Carson had driven them there, then
sat in the bleachers while the two boys had an hour of skating), they
enjoyed a barbeque supper back at Joey's, then played some video games,
then Joey suggested that they should both sleep in the living room so they
could watch DVDs. Mr Carson agreed, and retired to his study so the boys
could enjoy the shows without the worry of having Joey's dad looking over
their shoulder.

The two boys rolled out their sleeping bags on blow-up mattresses. Mr
Carson had provided the foot-inflating pump, and got the mattresses ready,
while the boys brushed their teeth then chose a couple of movies. After
watching Bruce Willis destroy hundreds of police cars Joey wanted to play a
few hands of poker, but neither boy was awake enough to pay sufficient
attention to what they were doing. "Next time, cards first, then movies",
Tommy suggested, as they both yawned and burrowed into their sleeping bags.

It was a warm night for the time of year, and Joey soon unzipped his
sleeping bag. "Too hot", he murmured, as Tommy did the same. Both boys
favoured boxers and t-shirts for sleep attire. Tommy relaxed on the comfy
air bed as he listened to Joey's deep, rhythmic breathing. Within a few
minutes, he too nodded off.

It seemed like only a moment later, Tommy was awakened by a noise. His
mother had warned him that he might find it difficult to get to sleep in a
strange house, as each house had its own characteristic noises that may be
unfamiliar to guests. So, following her advice, he simply lay quietly,
waiting for sleep to take him back into her arms.

But the noise that woke Tommy was not the house settling, or a tree branch
rustling against a window - it was Mr Carson. He had emerged from his
study, and was now standing at the doorway of the living room where the two
boys lay half-in, half-out of their sleeping bags. Tommy could hear him
breathing, a deeper sound than the one Joey lying half in the bag alongside
him was making. Tommy closed his eyes, thinking Mr Carson was simply
checking that both boys were okay.

Expecting Mr Carson to depart to his own bedroom, Tommy was puzzled when he
heard the man enter the living room. Perhaps he was just going to make sure
the DVDs were back in their covers, and not scattered across the carpet,
Tommy thought. His mother was always reminding him that no matter what
other urgent business he had to attend to, he must always think about the
next person who wanted to watch the movie, and put it back inside its
cover. Mrs Watson was full of cautionary advice such as this.

A faint starlight seeped into the living room, allowing Tommy to see his
friend's dad's silhouette. Mr Carson crept over to where his son lay asleep
in his bag, and knelt by his side. His knee joints clicked as he did so,
the sounds seeming as loud as gunshots to Tommy. He then got back up off
his knees and came around to Tommy's side of their air mattresses. Tommy
thought his friend's father was simply going to check that he was asleep,
and the boy didn't want to cause any commotion, so he feigned sleep.

What Joey's dad did next made Tommy clench his teeth in a mixture of fear
and excitement. Kneeling next to the air mattress, Mr Carson carefully
reached out one hand towards Tommy's boxers and traced a finger down the
boy's fly. Tommy had to concentrate to stop himself from flinching, but Mr
Carson's touch was so soft, it was hardly noticeable. Had Tommy really been
asleep, he was sure he would not have felt it.

But one part of Tommy's young body sure felt Mr Carson's finger - his
adolescent penis. At thirteen, Tommy was a little behind his classmates in
the maturation stakes. Not by much: his testicles had grown some in the
last six months, and his scrotum hung down low. His penis was a respectable
two inches soft, about double that when hard, and it was fast becoming hard
right now.

Tommy knew he should roll over. Knew he should cough, or yawn, or stretch,
or something. He also knew that if he just lay there, that something
tremendous might happen. Mr Carson's finger, which had made only one trip
down the front of Tommy's boxers, was now joined by more fingers. The
fingers wrestled with the single button of his coloured polyester
shorts. Damn that button, Tommy thought. It always came undone at
embarrassing moments around his home, and now, just when he wished it would
loosen and undo, it remained stubbornly fastened.
 
The fumbling of Mr Carson's fingers had the added effect of stirring
Tommy's penis into life; it lengthened and hardened under the thin
material, right beneath Mr Carson's clumsy digits. Tommy was sure the man
could feel it. Finally, a little tug of the fabric to one side, and the
boy's hot spike of flesh was out in the open.

Tommy always thought his erect dick reminded him of the cannon out of the
Monopoly game, the way it stuck up straight, at an angle, not like some
other guys in his grade at school. Sure, he had seen a few boners in the
showers after gym. All of the boys looked - just checking each other
out. Their Gym teacher had told them that boners in the shower were
definitely NOT a sign that you were gay or anything, and any student who
poked fun at another student for getting a boner in the showers earned a
few extra laps of the field at lunchtime to make him think twice about
poking fun a second time.

The boy wasn't sure whether to yell out or let Mr Carson do...whatever it
was he was going to do. Maybe he just wants to look, Tommy thought to
himself, still pretending to be asleep. Maybe he wants to compare mine with
Joey's, to check whether Joey is developing normally. Maybe he... oh jeez,
he licked it, Tommy gasped inwardly. He actually licked my dick, the boy
thought, his senses in turmoil.

He heard Mr Carson sigh, then look over at Joey, but his son was sound
asleep. Maybe if I roll over now, he'll go away - but then I'll never find
out what he was going to do. He already licked my dick...what was he- ohh!
He put his mouth on it! He's blowing me! I'm actually getting a blowjob! A
real blowjob! Joey's dad is sucking on my dick! Oh, jeez! It feels
like...like when I run the hot water in the shower straight on it, but a
thousand times better! Oh, man! Now he's twirling his tongue around my
dickhead. Around and around. Oh, jeez. Ugh - he's quit with the tongue, now
he's going back to sliding his lips up and down. Agh! Now the tongue again
- this time he's running it back and forth across the tip of my dick, where
the...the pee-hole is, whatever you call it.

Uh-oh, I can feel my...feeling coming! Shit! I wish I could last longer! I
wonder will he taste my...stuff? I only make a drop, so far. Oh jeez, it's
coming! He's sucking it out! Uhh...uhh...so good...hafta pretend to be
asleep still. Now he's doing up that little button. Try to get to sleep,
now, for real.

* * *

"Hey, Billy. C'mere. I wanna talk to ya", Tommy called to a classmate as he
was leaving the lunchroom.

"Wassup?" Billy enquired as he caught up with Tommy. The two walked outside
the building and found a seat under a tree in the schoolyard.

Tommy thought he would try the subtle approach. His mother used it on him
numerous times, to her satisfaction. "You ever had a sleepover at Joey's?"
he asked indifferently. Tommy already knew the answer to this question,
having asked around at morning recess of some other boys.

"Sure. A few weekends ago", Billy answered.

"Me, too", Tommy answered. "I enjoyed it. We went skating and
everything. Mr Carson's a good guy"

"Yeah, I guess", Billy shrugged.

Tommy looked his friend square in the face, to gauge his reaction to the
next question. "Did anything happen? At night? With Joey's dad?"

Billy blanched. His eyes widened, even his sparse eyebrows lifted. "Uh,
n-no, n-nothin' happened..." he stammered.

Tommy looked disgusted at his friend. "You better not play poker with a
face like that, Billy. Even I can tell you're lyin'. I think I know what
happened, 'cos it happened to me, too. I just wanna hear you say it"

Billy was actually shaking now. "You gotta promise you'll never tell. On
your life, you gotta. My Mom would kill me!" he whispered, looking around
furtively at the passing students as though he was afraid a big red arrow
had appeared out of the sky, pointing at him.

Tommy felt sorry for causing his friend grief. "Look, I'll go first, if it
makes it easier. When I had my sleepover at Joey's, his dad came in the
night when he thought I was asleep, and sucked my boner. Is that what
happened to you?"

Billy nodded miserably. "I woke up when he undid my shorts. I didn't know
what to do, so I just... let him.

"Did you like it? Because I thought it was fuckin' fantastic!" Tommy
grinned.

"You mean...you liked it?" Billy gasped.

"Sure! I been hoping to get a blowjob for ever, but I thought I'd have to
wait until I had a car and a girlfriend. I figure I'm three years aheada
schedule!" Tommy enthused.

"But...it was from...a guy!" Billy complained. "Isn't that..."

"Gay? Nah! A mouth's a mouth, ain't it? It ain't like I kissed him or
anything. Now tell the truth. Did you like it, or din'cha?"

Even though his miserable face belied his words, Billy confessed that it
was the most exciting thing he had ever felt, better even than the first
day he jacked off, better even than opening presents on Christmas day. "But
you're not gonna...tell, or anything?", he begged Tommy. " 'Cos if you do,
and people find out, they might take Joey and put him in a foster home or
somethin'. I heard that's what they do"

"Shit, I ain't gonna tell. I'm tryin' ta figure out how ta get him ta do it
again!' Tommy declared. "Now, do you know anybody else who had a sleepover
at Joey's? I wanna get a meeting together"

Billy frowned, thinking. "I think JC had one, before me", he suggested.

* * *

Simon Penney, or 'JC' to his friends, was a cheerful boy, a little younger
and smaller than the thirteen-year-olds he knocked about with. He was easy
to locate, as everyone knew he played chess at lunchtime in the school
library. Tommy stood alongside the table where JC was engaged in a game
with a sixth-grade boy, watching intently.

"Knight to e6" Tommy abruptly said to the sixth-grader, causing JC to curse
under his breath.

"Fuck off, Tommy! I was hoping he wouldn't see that!", JC fumed, as the
sixth grader gleefully brought the piece forward into a match-wining
position. Toppling his King in resignation, JC shook hands with the younger
lad and turned to face Tommy, annoyance clearly (and understandable)
showing on his face. But Tommy had more important fish to fry.

"Forget that for a minute. You were gonna lose anyway. I need you to come
outside so we can talk", he ordered, and JC, intrigued (and a little
grateful he didn't have to fight Tommy for ruining his game) followed the
bigger boy out the library door into the sunshine.

"Well, what's so important?" JC began as the two boys lounged on the grass
under a small tree.

"I just had a sleepover at Joey's. I heard you had one too, a while back",
Tommy stated.
 
"Yeah. So?" JC replied, with a studied casualness.

"I don't want you to go apeshit about this, and I ain't got time to beat
around the bush. I already found two guys who had sleepovers at Joey's, and
who got blown by Joey's dad while they were supposed to be asleep, and I'm
one of 'em. I need to find out if it happened to you as well. I'm not
tryin' ta get Mr Carson in trouble, or mess things up for Joey, I just
wanna find out, is all. So, did anything happen?"

JC spent a few seconds trying to read Tommy's face. Deciding that Tommy was
serious, he conceded that the interlude with Mr Carson did take
place. "Yeah, he did it. He thought I was asleep. But you better not be
lying about making any trouble for him, or...or..."

"Chill, man", Tommy countered. "I'm just, like, gathering information at
the moment. I just need to know one more thing. Didja like it?"

Tommy's evil grin encouraged JC to spill his guts. "Sure I liked it. Who
wouldn't? But there's one more thing. Mr Carson musta been extra horny that
night, 'cause he came back about an hour later. This time I really was
asleep. I guess I was lying face down, 'cause I woke up with my face in the
pillow. What made me wake was Mr Carson pullin' my shorts down, you know,
at the back. I was afraid for a minute he was gonna...uh, fuck me, but he
didn't. He...he..."

Tommy was rapt in JC's account. "Yeah? Go on! What did he do?"

"Well, he...he licked my crack!" JC whispered.

"No shit!" Tommy yelled, then quickly looked around to make sure he hadn't
attracted any attention. To JC, he whispered "He licked your ass?"

"Not just my ass - my whole crack, from top to bottom! He even pulled
my...my buttcheeks apart, to get his tongue right on my hole!"

"No shit!" Tommy yelled again, this time not caring if anyone heard, so
engrossed was he in JC's tale.

"And you know what?" JC continued in a low voice, "If you think being blown
feels great, you wait 'til you get your ass licked. I had to bite the
pillow to stop from yellin' out, it felt so awesome!"

Tommy thought for a moment. "I hafta check out some more of the guys. But
do ya think you'd like to have Mr Carson...do stuff to you again?"

JC grinned. "If he licks my ass again, I'll wash his fuckin' car every
Saturday for a year!"

* * *

JC's account of his sleepover had given Tommy a boner that wouldn't quit,
but he had no time to go to the boy's washroom and take care of it. There
were more investigations to be made. Next boy on his list was Rudy, and
Tommy was sure he would find him on the basketball court.

Rudy grinned as he saw Tommy approach. "You look happy to see me!" he said.

"What?" replied Tommy, not getting the joke until he looked down and saw
where Rudy was staring. "Fuck off!", Tommy bellowed, his boner sticking up
in his trousers. "No, wait Rudy, I wanna talk to ya", he called, before
Rudy could get angry. The two boys left the court and leaned on the fence,
away from the other boys playing.

After an initial reluctance, Rudy confirmed that yes, he did have a
sleepover at Joey's, and yes, Joey's dad had blown him. In his case, he
thought he was having a dream, something he had been experiencing
frequently lately, and would have continued thinking that, except Mr Carson
accidentally nudged his drained balls as he was slipping his pyjama bottoms
back up into place. He opened his eyes for a second, but in the dark he
could only make out the outline of the person who was touching his clothes,
so he waited a second, and the person left. When he felt his cock, he
noticed the tell-tale leakage of the final droplet of semen, and realised
that he had not been dreaming, and the rest of his load was in Mr Carson's
mouth.

"Wouldja like to, you know, get another BJ off him sometime? If I could
arrange something?", Tommy cajoled.

Rudy's grin widened. "Unless you wanna give me one!"

"Fuck off!", Tommy laughed good-naturedly. He knew he was treading a fine
line here. Getting a blowjob off Joey's dad was one thing; after all, Mr
Carson started it by doing stuff to them when they were supposedly
asleep. Getting a blowjob off a classmate would be a whole different deal -
it would change their social dynamics forever if any of them actually did
that, no matter how much they kidded each other about it. But Tommy wasn't
thinking that far ahead. He had the germ of an idea in his mind, but it
depended on getting together all the boys who'd had sleepovers at Joey's,
and finding out whether they all got head from Mr Carson (and whatever else
they got - damn, now he wished he DID roll over, after what JC said).

* * *

It took Tommy two more lunchtimes to find three more boys who'd had a
sleepover at Joey's and thought Mr Carson may have visited them in the
night. Chris took quite a bit of convincing that nothing bad was going to
happen, to himself or Mr Carson, but finally admitted Joey's dad had blown
him, and sucked his balls, which he reported was
'fan-fucking-tastic'. Philip conceded that he'd heard from JC, who was his
best friend, that a sleepover at Joey's "might prove interesting", and so
it had. And Jamie had woken on the Sunday morning of his sleepover to find
that he was wearing his boxers inside out - opposite to the way he
remembered putting them on the night before.

The seven boys met - at Tommy's insistence - in one of the seminar rooms of
the school library. "I told Miss Harper that we hadda discuss a class
project", he explained to the surprised group. "No way are we gonna get
interrupted in here!"

Tommy began his round-table conference by explaining why he called them all
together. He had confirmed with every one of them that they had all enjoyed
sleepovers at Joey's, and they all had experienced encounters, to whatever
degree, with Mr Carson. Plus, they were all agreed that the interaction
with Mr Carson was pleasurable in the extreme, and they were all eager for
a repetition. Or in Tommy's actual words. "Mr Carson blew us all, and we
loved it and want more".

JC put a word in. "Why us? I mean, why did Joey pick us? Is there something
special about us seven guys?"

"It's because we're all such good-lookin' studs', Billy suggested,
grinning.

Philip looked around the group and said "Maybe Joey only picked guys with
no pubes - so he wouldn't feel like he was shown up or anything".

Tommy rejected this idea immediately. "Nah, that ain't it. You never looked
around in the showers after Gym? Rudy's got a bush, and Billy's got a few
comin' in. Must be something else"

"Hey, how come you're pervin' on me in the showers?" Rudy blurted out, a
bit behind the discussion.

"Chill, man", Tommy soothed him "Everybody does it. I'm just the only one
brave enough to admit it".

"Maybe Mr Carson likes boys that don't, er, make sperms yet", Philip
ventured again.

"That don't make sense either', Tommy countered. "Unless you think that he
gets Joey to make a list of all the guys in the class that shoot, and only
invite the rest. Anyway, how would Joey know?"

"Now you mention it, do you think Joey knows what his dad does at night?"
JC asked the table at large. All of the boys looked at each other, no-one
sure how to formulate any kind of answer. It was a biggie - they all knew
and liked Joey. Surely he wasn't pimping for his old man? But on the other
hand, if anyone knew about Mr Carson and his habits, it should be Joey.

"I don't know about Joey, but I think I know why we got invited" Chris
remarked to the group. "None of us have got dads at home". The boys seated
around the table all silently digested this information, acknowledgement
showing on their faces. "Which makes me worried - not that I didn't like
what Mr Carson did, but what if one of us, or some other kid, had rung the
cops, or told his Mom? Joey's dad would be busted for sure. What would
happen to Joey then?"

The silence was broken by Jamie, who had said nothing until then. "Foster
home", he murmured. Jamie had endured a brief spell in the child welfare
system, and knew what he was talking about. "His life would be screwed".

"That's what I mean", Tommy expounded to the group. "This isn't just about
us getting our rocks off with some guy - that would be gay if we planned it
that way. I think there must be something... different...about Joey's dad
that makes him wanna do stuff with boys. I dunno what it is. He's been
lucky so far - no-one has blabbed. But like Chris said, if he keeps doin'
it he's gonna get busted, sooner or later. And then Joey's in the shit. So
I think we gotta do something about... keeping Mr Carson, uh,
occupied...for Joey"

"For Joey", the rest of the boys muttered, like a toast.

"So, you guys think about what we can do, I'll go talk to Joey, and we'll
meet here tomorrow. I'll tell Miss Harper our discussion needs more time".

The boys mumbled their agreement with Tommy's suggestion, glad to be
going. Too much time in the library would be bad for their reputations,
after all.

* * *

"Hey Joey, how's it hangin'?" Tommy chided his buddy as he caught up with
him walking out of the school building after classes.

Joey tensed, looking up to see who it was, then relaxed as he recognised
Tommy. "I'm cool", he answered, confidently since he was with a friend.

"I was thinkin', your dad's pretty cool to let you have sleepovers, huh?"
Tommy opined.

"I guess", Joey answered. "He sorta told me I could have them every
weekend, if I wanted".

"Yeah? It must be cool to have a dad like that, huh?" Tommy continued the
conversation.

"It's okay. He lets me do lots of stuff, like, and takes me all kinds of
places. He's okay, I guess"

"Yeah. Say, some of the guys were thinkin' of going on a weekend campout
sometime. Would you be interested in that?" Tommy enquired.

Joey looked up at his friend suspiciously. "Which guys are goin'?"

"Oh, you know, just a few of us. Me an' Rudy, Phil, JC, maybe Jamie, Chris
if his Mom lets him, and Billy"

Joey listened to the roll call and nodded his approval. "Sure, I guess. Dad
told me once he used to be a Scout Leader, but he hasn't done any of that
for as long as I can remember. He could help me get some stuff
together. Thanks for askin' me"

"No probs', Tommy murmured, thinking about Mr Carson as a Scout
Leader. Thinking hard.

* * *

"So, did anyone come up with any ideas?" Tommy asked the septet gathered
again in the seminar room of the library.

Grumbles all round greeted his question. Billy complained that he thought
someone saw him going into the library two days in a row. He was worried he
might get downgraded from 'stud' to 'geek' in one fell swoop.

"Come on, man", Tommy expostulated, "if anyone gives you any grief, just
tell 'em you were taking some lunch money off some kid you hassled
yesterday. Besides, we got Rudy with us. He's Grade A cool! Just say you
were with Rudy"

Billy accepted the idea, grudgingly. Tommy repeated his question about
ideas for helping Joey. No-one made a sound. "Lucky for you guys I'm here",
he boasted. "I had this idea about goin' on a hike. Joey told me his dad
used to be a Scout leader. Maybe Joey could get him to take us. Anyone know
what Joey's dad does now?"

The boys looked at each other, shrugging their shoulders. "I think he's
some kind of office guy, or something", Philip ventured, finally.

"That means he doesn't work on weekends. Cool. You guys all ask your Moms
if you can go on a hike on Friday, after school. We'll be back Sunday
afternoon. Tell 'em Mr Carson is gonna take us. We'll get the bus to, uh,
Red Mountain Lookout, then climb down into the valley to the camping
ground, and hike out on Sunday".

* * *

"How about you take the front of the line, Tommy, and I'll be back marker?
Anyone gets tired, or needs a hand, just holler, and I'll be right
there. No need to be brave out here - better to be safe. We should be down
the bottom well before dark" Mr Carson predicted.

The boys took his directions without quibble. All of them were secretly
glad he agreed to join them - and not just for possible sex: only Tommy had
been down Red Mountain Pass before, and try as they might to appear brave
in front of each other, they were relieved to have an actual Scout guy
accompany them, and an adult at that.

Through a combination of encouragement and perseverance, Mr Carson got the
group down to the camping area a good hour before sundown. He suggested
Joey and Chris collect firewood, Rudy and JC find rocks and build a
firepit, while the remaining three boys should help him with the tent.

"What I don't get is, how could you carry a tent big enough to hold all of
us in that little pack of yours", Tommy wondered aloud. Mr Carson smiled
and pulled out a blue plastic tarpaulin, some nylon rope and a few tentpegs
from his overnight pack. He strung the rope between two trees, then threw
the blue plastic sheet over it, directing the three remaining boys to each
take a corner.  A few whacks on the tentpegs with one of Rudy's rocks, and
a perfectly serviceable sleeping shelter for eight was created from only a
few basic materials.

"I thought it would be better than bringing four two-man tents - this way
we can all be together at night", he explained to the frankly admiring
boys. "More room for food in our packs, too".

The boys spread their sleeping bags under the blue sheet, marvelling at Mr
Carson's ingenuity. "Your dad's pretty cool, Joey", Jamie murmured, making
the boy blush with pride. They skewered hot dogs for dinner, and threw raw
potatoes wrapped in aluminium foil into the coals. Mr Carson impressed them
again by pulling out from his pack a small jar of powdered fruit
cordial. He added a teaspoonful to each boy's water bottle to improve the
flavour of the spring water they were using to wash down the charred
hotdogs. He then passed around a packet of dried apricots, which a few of
the boys had never even seen before. All in all, a pleasant repast was
enjoyed by all.

After the few dinner implements were cleaned up, Mr Carson pointed out the
visible constellations, and demonstrated to the boys about how sailors used
to find north by the stars. He named the different rocks Rudy used to make
the firepit, and explained the geothermic processes by which they were
made. He identified the trees around them by their fallen leaves, and
nightbirds by their calls. After a few ghost stories, he suggested they all
turn in.

This was the moment Tommy had expected, and planned for. "I hope none of
you guys mind, but my clothes are all sweaty from that hike down the
Pass. I'm gonna sleep in the raw tonight". Saying this, he pulled off all
his clothing and stretched out on his sleeping bag naked.

Of course, he was expecting no objections from the other boys, as they had
all been forewarned of Tommy's plan. Rudy was next to claim sweaty togs,
and wriggled out of his clothes to lie nude on his sleeping bag. The light
of a waxing moon illuminated the sleeping shelter sufficiently to make out
Rudy's naked shape, lying on his bedroll. One by one the other boys, except
for Joey, stripped off, all claiming various lame excuses.

Mr Carson spoke next. "I guess you guys have had enough of stars and trees
and rocks for tonight. I figured something was up as soon as Joey told me
who was coming on this hike. So I suppose it's time for me to tell you
another kind of scary story. Joey, can you come over here, son?" The boy
picked up his bedroll from its position next to JC, and relaid it next to
his dad.

"What is it, dad?" he asked trustingly.

"Son, I never have told you very much about...your mother, and how we came
to be married. I think now is the right time, because it will answer a lot
of the boys' questions as well. After I have said my peace, you might
not...respect me any more, but at least you'll know the full story"

Joey looked quizzically at his dad. "Not respect you? I love you, dad", he
declared.

"I hope you still can say that in an hour's time, son. The first thing I
want to do is give you this - it was your mother's wedding ring. She wore
it for less than twenty-four hours before she passed away. She would have
wanted you to have it - when you were ready". Mr Carson pulled a fine gold
chain from his pocket, on which dangled a slim wedding ring, and handed it
to his son, who held it reverently in his hand.

"Is it...gold?" he whispered.

"Eighteen carat, son; maybe you can wear it as an earring, I notice that's
all the rage nowadays".

Joey smiled in the pale light, carefully stowing the chain and ring in his
pack. Since all the other boys were naked, he decided to strip off too. His
dad had seen him nude plenty of times, after all.

Mr Carson began his story. "As far back as I can remember, I have had
a...well, an interest in... boys. And like many men with my...inclinations,
I involved myself in the Scouting movement. There, I met plenty of boys who
were willing - and some who were a bit less willing - to...fool around in
ways that pleased us.

"Of all the boys that...played around with me, the one that stood out from
the crowd was a boy named Joseph. Yes, you were named after him, Joey. He
joined my Troop at age ten and a half, and I recall on the very first day
he attended Patrol, he hugged me around the waist, right in front of his
parents. Joseph was a very demonstrative boy. And very forward. I was
always on the lookout for a boy to fool around with, but Joseph did not
require any seducing at all. If anything, he seduced me.

"I can see him so clearly in my mind, even now. Joseph was
very...tactile. A simple pat on the back led to a caress. Caresses led to
stroking, which led to groping. Soon he was grabbing my...dick in my shorts
every time we were alone. I know I should have stopped him, but it was
too... exciting. With every other boy, it was me that did the
pursuing. With Joseph, I felt that it was only a matter of time
before...before he got his little hands inside my khaki shorts.

"The first time he sucked me off was on a visit to his house. His parents
had invited me to dinner. They wanted to thank the man who had made their
son's time in Scouts a happy experience. Joseph and I had already been
enjoying mutual masturbation at the Scout den after patrol meetings for
some weeks. When I arrived at his house, Joseph dragged me up the stairs to
his bedroom and nearly tore my trousers off me, engulfing my dick with his
mouth even while his mother was asking me what I would like for a
pre-dinner drink.

"Invitations to dinners at Joseph's house followed at regular intervals,
his parents taking pity on the poor, hardworking, single Scout Leader. It
did not take Joseph long to graduate from sucking to, uh, fucking. He
convinced me to turn up for dinner an hour earlier, before his parents
returned from work. He would meet me at his front door wearing only a
towel, hurry me upstairs to his bedroom, tear my trousers down and impale
himself on my dick like a...a wild animal, then ride me, screaming. And I
loved every second of it.

"We had what I can only describe as a torrid affair for about sixteen
months. With other boys, I was glad to get a bit of sex now and
again. After I met Joseph, there were no other boys for me. I don't think
it was just the sex - which was great - Joseph seemed to have strong
feelings for me. As I certainly did for him".

"What...happened, dad?" Joey whispered.

"It was pretty sudden. Joseph was carrying out the prescribed activities
for a Civics badge. It was a tough award to get, took at least six
months. Part of the requirements were a regular visit to a hospital to
bring comfort to a sick person. He chose a woman in a maternity
hospital. To this day I still don't know how he talked the staff into
letting a twelve-year-old boy visit a sick, heavily pregnant woman; I think
his parents had some influence with the hospital".

"What was wrong with the sick lady?" CJ asked.

"Oh, she had some genetic thing that takes two or three alphabets to
pronounce", Mr Carson replied sadly. "She knew she was dying. Her baby's
health was the only thing she cared about".

"Did the baby...survive, dad?" Joey asked softly.

"Sure did. He's lying next to me right now. That baby was you".

"Me?? How..."

"Well, it was all set up by Joseph. He had met this lady, and listened to
her life story, and wanted to grant her dying wish. So he talked me into
meeting her, hoping that I would not refuse her"

"What did she want, Mr Carson?", Jamie asked, his voice sounding loud in
the still night air.

"She wanted to have a husband before she died, so her baby would have a
father. Joseph had explained her situation to me, and he must have told her
a bit about me too. When I met her, she popped the question, and I agreed
right away. Joseph had even arranged a minister to perform a bedside
wedding ceremony - again, I think his parents had a hand in it. Joey was
born a few hours later, and his...mother passed away in the night. We never
even slept together"

"Am...am I gonna die too? Like my mom?" Joey faltered.

"No, son. The disease is carried by a defective gene on the X
chromosome. Only girls can get it", Mr Carson replied.

"So, you're not my real dad?" Joey persisted.

"Well, it's my name on your birth certificate. I was married to your mother
when you were born. I raised you these last thirteen years. I don't know
how much more 'real' a father I could be. But if you mean I didn't get your
mother pregnant, I guess you're right. I don't think the origin of the
sperm counts for much - it's such a little thing; hell, anybody can do
it. I hope it doesn't change anything between us...son"

Joey snuggled a little closer to Mr Carson. "You married my mom when you
didn't even have to. For me. And you didn't even know me. No kid could have
a better dad...Dad".

"What I don't get is whydja do it? And what happened to Joseph?" Tommy
whined. Other boys chimed in with "yeah".

Mr Carson sighed deeply. He had come to the part of the story that he
dreaded Joey hearing. "I guess a lot of men in my position - ones that like
sex with, uh, boys - feel a burden of guilt about it. Especially if they're
in a position of trust, like I was. You kids are lucky: you get to fool
around with guys your own age and it doesn't bother you. With me, every
time I did stuff with a boy, even with Joseph, I felt guilty as hell about
it. So I guess I saw marrying Joey's mom as a way of... redeeming myself,
of doing something pure and...noble, to make up for all the bad things I
had done up 'til then.

"I swore to myself, I would never ever touch Joey in a sexual way, and I've
kept that promise these thirteen years. But a few months ago, when Joey
started inviting such good-looking guys home for sleepovers, I...well, I
guess I weakened. I thought I could get away with it, you know, just
fooling around a little bit. I suppose I was like an alcoholic who tells
himself that just one little drink won't hurt. I...did stuff with all of
your friends, Joey, I hope you can...forgive me".

"What stuff, dad?" Joey asked.

"It's okay Joey", Tommy called from his sleeping bag. "Your dad just, like,
blew us and stuff. I kind of arranged this hike so we could...you know, get
together with him again. 'Cause we all sure as hell want to", he added.

"Looks like I'm going to have a busy night", Mr Carson observed.

"Whattaya mean, dad?" Joey asked, still unaware of what Tommy intended.

"Well, son, it looks like your friends are trying to keep me out of trouble
by...er, volunteering themselves as playmates for me, letting me fool
around with them a little. At least, I think that's what Tommy had in
mind. I hope you don't think me too much a monster, but...jeez, look
around, son. All these great looking boys!"

"I knew it", whispered Billy.

Joey sat up and looked around the dimly-lit sleeping space. Sure enough,
every boy was now sitting up, lust glinting in their eyes, dicks being
fondled to hardness. "Uh, dad? There's somethin' I been meanin' to tell
ya. I guess now's a good time. Me an' Jamie, we, uh, fool around sometimes
too. I wanted to tell you before, but..."

"That's okay, son. I know how difficult it is for a boy to discuss some
things with his dad. My own dad would probably have kicked me out of the
house just for what you said now. Why don't you see if Jamie's got enough
room on his sleeping bag?"

Joey grinned and crawled back to where he had been lying earlier, next to
Jamie. Both boys sighed happily as their hands sought and found their
targets.

Billy and Chris were wasting no time, quickly moving around into a
sixty-nine position. Although he had not said so to Tommy, Billy had
discussed his sleepover at Joey's with Chris, who suggested that Joey need
not be the only boy to host a sleepover. The two boys recognised a shared
lust in each other, and discovered the '69' position all by themselves in
their eagerness to satisfy their desires.

JC, meanwhile, had convinced Philip that getting one's bumcrack licked was
the best feeling of all, and had promised to do it back to him, provided he
went first. But Philip's inexperienced efforts were not meeting with much
success. "Uh, Mister Carson? Can you, uh, show me what I'm doing wrong
here? JC said he'd lick my crack if I did him first, but now he says I have
to do it right or the deal's off. Would you, uh..."

"Certainly, Philip. I can honestly say it would be my pleasure to show
you. First, you get something soft, like a rolled up sleeping bag, and put
it under the boy's hips, like so. Then, you pull his dick and balls down
and back so they aren't crushed underneath him. You'll see why that's a
good idea shortly. Comfy, there, JC?"

"Uh huh", JC murmured, his head resting on his folded arms, his bare bum
upraised.

"Okay, Philip, now JC's bottom is nicely elevated, you gently pull his legs
apart so you can fit in between them. This also has the effect of pulling
his cheeks apart a little. Still okay, JC?"

"Mm hmm", came the muffled reply.

"Very good. Now you crouch between the boy's thighs, like so. Put your
hands on his cheeks and give them a little squeeze, maybe a rub if you
want. JC's got nice soft bumcheeks, so you can even give them a little kiss
or two if you want".

Philip wrinkled his nose. "What if he, uh, farts in my, um, face?"

"Well, if he wants his ass licked, he won't. But if he does, you've got his
bum right in front of you - just give one cheek a little slap so he gets
the message. Farts blow away pretty quick, anyway. Right. Now, holding a
cheek in each hand, like so, you gently pull them apart, and start off with
a little lick up the top of his crack, like so. As you get used to the
taste, move a bit lower, like this. Still good there, JC?"

"Mmm", came the boy's satisfied reply.

"Okay, now pretty soon you'll be getting closer to his hole. Don't think
about it being a shithole - think about the pleasure he's going to feel in
a minute. Make you tongue pointy, like this, and circle around the
hole. Make it nice and wet, then flatten your tongue out and give it a few
long licks, like a dog licking your face".

"He's starting to moan, Mr Carson", Philip observed.

"That's a sign you're doing a good job. Alternate between long licks with
your tongue flattened out, and little pokes right on the hole with your
tongue pointy.  You'll know he's enjoying it, not just from the moans, but
he'll try to move his thighs further apart. Like he's doing right now"

"Urrgh", JC added, as he stretched his legs apart more.

"Now, here comes the best bit. Carefully pull the cushion out from under
his butt and roll him over onto his back.  Push his knees back to his chest
and put his hands behind them. He'll automatically hold them back for
you. Now you can go from licking his hole to sucking on his balls, like
so."

"Ohh, jeez" JC whined.

"If he tries to jack off, push his hand away from his dick. You're in
charge here. Don't let him cum too soon. You've now got three things to
lick: hole, balls and dick. So move between all three, so he won't guess
which one is going to feel it next"

"Ohh, god", JC groaned.

"If you're hoping to fuck him later, you can bring a finger up and play
around his hole with it while it's slippery from your spit. Lick him for
long enough and he'll be begging you to climb on him and fuck him."

"Urgh..." was the wordless noise coming from JC's throat as Mr Carson moved
aside to allow Philip to take his place. The only two unoccupied boys, Rudy
and Tommy, had been watching the ass-licking lesson with avid
interest. They turned to each other after Philip took over, unsure whether
to try it themselves or not.

Rudy spoke first. "Admit it, Tommy, you've always wanted to suck my cock",
he smirked.

Tommy shrugged and bent forward to Rudy's lap. "If I ever hear about this
from anyone else, you're dead meat!", he threatened, as he tentatively
licked Rudy's member.

"Yeah, yeah, like I'm gonna tell everyone I let a guy suck me. Sure. Just
get on with it."

* * *

Later that night, Joey was awakened by an unfamiliar sound. A boy's voice
could be heard, softly crooning. "Oh, yesss, Mr Carson", the voice
murmured. "Soo goood", the voice sighed. In the faint starlight he could
see the silhouette of Tommy, his unmistakeable tousled hair shaking back
and forth as he rode Mr Carson's dick to oblivion. "Not yet, keep going",
Tommy whispered as Joey smiled and cuddled closer to Jamie.

* * *

Tommy's plan didn't quite work out as he expected. Admittedly, all the boys
had a wild weekend of sexual abandon at Red Mountain campsite. And a lot of
questions about Joey's dad were answered. By the end of the hike, Tommy had
forged an agreement with Mr Carson - whenever he felt the urge for boysex,
he was to tell Joey, who asked around the group for someone who wanted a
sleepover. If everyone else was busy, Tommy always volunteered. In that
way, Mr Carson's desires never got him into trouble, the boys were treated
to some excellent sex, and Joey didn't lose his parent. In fact, he gained
a boyfriend: Jamie slept over every other weekend.

end

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