Date: Wed, 22 May 2019 13:39:09 -0500 From: gwen uni Subject: Harvey Was A Bitch by Cutter09 gay adult/youth Please remember to donate to Nifty. The thousands of stories available for your reading pleasure is provided by Nifty, so give a little and get a lot. Cutter09 http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html You can find more of my stories listed on the prolific authors page under Cutter09 Harvey Was A Bitch To say that we were surprised by the impact of Harvey would be an understatement. Being in Houston for years, and having worked on oil rigs in the gulf, I had survived many bad storms. But Harvey was a real bitch. In my area of town there had been flooding a few years earlier that had come to within a couple of blocks of my highrise apartment. They had said at the time it was a once in five hundred years flood. So, with Harvey imminent, I stocked up on food, water, batteries, etc., and planned to hunker in and ride it out. I was even smart enough to get coolers filled with dry ice for perishables. I expected power outages, and not being able to get out of the area for a few days, but Harvey decided that wasn't enough of an inconvenience. I watched the storm from my window on the sixth floor. The wind and rain were incredible. The lights went out fairly early in the storm, and with the flashes of lightning I could see the trees swaying as much as a forty five degree angle. Across from my building is a very nice subdivision with large houses set on large lots. Many nights I would sit on my balcony and watch the residents around their secluded pools, thinking they weren't being seen as they did all sorts of fun things. A lot of the women liked to sunbathe topless during the day too, and with my binoculars, I got some nice views. As I watched the storm, I happened to look down at that subdivision. One house in particular, I had seen the lady of the house blowing her hubby poolside one night. I couldn't see the pool. I thought the storm was just distorting things, so I got out my trusty binoculars. That's when I realized Harvey was a bitch. I couldn't see the pool because it was under water. The car in the driveway was only half visible too. The last flood hadn't even come close to these people's house. I don't know what the difference was, but within five minutes, the half visible car was no longer visible at all. The water was rising rapidly. I didn't have a lot of time to consider the situation because another situation knocked at my door just then. "Oh thank God. I was afraid the whole building was empty," said the young teen boy at my door. "What are you doing out in this storm?" I asked, opening the door to let him in. He was a full foot shorter than me at about five feet two inches [1.55 m] tall, maybe a hundred ten pounds [50 kg], tousled light brown hair, big brown eyes. "I live on the second floor. I didn't know how bad it was, until water started coming under the door. I tried to stop it by putting towels under it, but soon that was useless. It was up to my ankles when I decided to leave, I opened the door, and the water in the hall was already knee deep. I knew the first floor was flooded, so I decide to try and find someone else still in the building. I knocked on every door on the way up. Nobody's here. You're the first one to actually answer the door." "Where are your parents? Do they need help?" "No. My mom just married her boyfriend. They're in Paris on their honeymoon." "They left you alone?" "No. My grandmother was supposed to check up on me. When we heard the storm was going to be bad, she said she'd come pick me up.That was yesterday. I think something might have happened to her." "Do you know your mom's cell number?" "Yes." Surprisingly I got a signal, and handed him my cell phone. "Call her and let her know you're okay." "Mom?... Yeah, I'm fine... I don't know where she is, she was supposed to pick me up but I think something happened... I'm with some guy on the sixth floor... Just a second. She wants to speak to you." "Hello." "Hello. Uh... Who am I speaking with?" "Brandon Duncan." ""Mr. Duncan, how bad is it there?" "Well, I'm afraid your apartment is completely flooded. The power is out, and the storm isn't letting up. I have food and water to last awhile, so I think we'll be alright." "We've just heard about the storm, and were going to fly home, but nothing is landing in Houston." "Don't bother. It's going to be awhile before the water recedes enough to get here even if you were able to land. Just enjoy your honeymoon as much as you can under the circumstances. I'll keep you informed if things worsen." "Thank you Mr. Duncan." I handed the phone back to the boy. "Yes Mom... He does seem like a nice guy... yeah I'll behave... Ok, love you too. Bye." "So, what's your name kid?" "Blake." "Well Blake, are you hungry?" "A little." "I doubt that Domino's pizza is delivering tonight, so how about some peanut butter and jelly sandwiches?" He shivered as he nodded his head. I noticed his jeans were soaked halfway up his thighs. "First, let's find you something to wear." Leading him to my bedroom by flashlight, I pulled out an old basketball jersey from my bottom drawer. "It might be a little big, but it will do," I said handing it to him. Blake wasted little time in taking his jeans off. Then he removed his tee shirt too. I had the flashlight trained on him, and could see his tight white briefs in it's glow. The jersey fit him like a dress, hanging to his thighs. It was then I realized it was mesh, and I could see through it. He either didn't notice, or didn't care. "Thanks. It feels good to get out of those wet jeans." I made the sandwiches and poured the last of my milk into two glasses to go with it. At least it wouldn't spoil. I lit a candle and set it on the table. In its dim light, I could still see Blake's chest and and briefs through the mesh material. After we ate, we stood at the patio door watching the storm ravage the city. "May I use your toilet?" "Sure. Down the hall on the left." I started to lead him there with the flashlight, then had a thought. "Wait. Uh... the plumbing is probably not going to work. We'll have to go down to water level and do our business in the water." "Won't it go into people's apartments, including mine?" "Afraid so. But they're already ruined, and that water is a sewer now too. You don't even want to know all that's in it." He worked it through his head, and nodded." I reached for some toilet paper. "Uh... I don't need that right now," he said. I led him down the stairwell till we reached the water halfway up the second story. "I never thought I would be doing this," Blake said as he tucked the jersey under his chin. The beam of the flashlight was soon joined by a stream of urine from Blake. I slowly trailed the beam up the stream to its origin. Blake had a thumb holding his underwear waistband down, as his other hand held his dick. It was soft, about three and a half inches [8½ cm], fairly thick, with a nice round knob. I could make out a few hairs at its base, and his balls were mashed against his cock by his underwear. I would imagine it being a really nice cock when hard. When he finished, I turned to go back upstairs. "Don't you need to go too?" he asked. "I might as well, since we're already here." I pulled the waistband of my sweatshorts down in front. It took me awhile to get my stream started since I wasn't in dire need. The whole time, Blake had the flashlight pointed at my cock. We headed back upstairs after I finished. Blake broke the silence by saying, "I've never seen a dick that big." "Your's is pretty big too for your age. How old are you anyway?" "I'll be thirteen next week. You're not mad about me looking at your dick?" "I can't complain, I looked at yours too. It's only natural. If someone is standing in front of you with their genitals on display, you're gonna look. Male or female, it's hard not to look." "At school if you're caught looking at another guy's dick, they call you names," Blake noted. "Yes, that does seem to be the case. It's the unspoken rule in any public restroom. But most guys are gonna look if they can get by with it." The storm continued to rage outside as we watched from the balcony door. Blake seemed pensive, so I asked him if he was okay. "Yeah, I guess. It just seems like this storm is never going to end. Do you think we'll be alright here?" "We're about forty feet [12 m] above the water. If it get's this high, there really isn't anyplace safe to be. Most of Texas would be gone. If worse comes to worse, we'll move higher. This building has ten floors." Later I showed him to the guest room and left him with a candle. I had barely settled in my bed before the door opened. "Brandon, can I stay with you?" "Uh... sure." He approached the bed, and with the candlelight, I could see he had taken off the jersey. His briefs glowed in the flickering light as he sat the candle down on the bedside table. He blew out the candle and crawled in beside me. He lay perched on the edge of the bed as if he didn't want to invade my space. "It's okay to be scared, Blake. This is a really bad storm. A lot of people are scared right now, even grown men." "Are you scared?" "I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little scared. But I know we're gonna be okay." Blake moved closer and drew my arm around him, laying his head on my shoulder. "Thanks, Brandon." He lay his hand down between our bodies, and discovered I was naked. "Brandon, are... uh..." "What?" "Uh... nothing, never mind. Good night." "Good night, Blake," I replied placing a light kiss on his head. *** It was still raining when I woke up, though some light was coming in the windows. Blake lay on his side, drooling on my chest. His morning erection poking at my hip, his hand on my own morning wood. I thought about removing it, but if he woke up at that moment, it might appear as if I was trying to place it there, not remove it. I decided to just leave it and let him figure out what to do. I lay there about fifteen minutes until Blake began to wake. I feigned sleep as he looked up at my face. He then squeezed my cock, checking how hard it was I guessed. His hand slowly made its way down to the base squeezing it along the way. Then all the way to the head, still squeezing it, checking the length. He stroked it a couple of times, causing me to moan slightly. This scared his hand away from me, and he rolled onto his back. So I rolled onto my side facing him. I still pretended to be asleep, as I lay my hand down on the front of his underwear. He let out a moan as my fingers lightly gripped his cotton encased erection. I released it, then moved my hand up to his belly, to slip my fingers under the waistband. He made no move to stop me, so I proceeded down to grip his young cock. "You have a nice dick, Blake." "Um..Thanks. I thought you were asleep." "I was until you played with my cock." "I'm sorry. I woke up and it was in my hand. I just wanted to see how big it was when it was hard." "Show me yours, and I'll show you mine," I said with a smile. He understood the schoolyard humor, and reached for his underwear. Once free of confinement, I could see his dick was a little over five inches [13 cm] long and thick for his age. On his tiny body, it looked huge. He only had a few hairs, and a set of balls that I couldn't wait to run my tongue over. He got impatient as I stared at his jewels. "Can I see yours now?" I pulled the cover off us, and got on my knees in front of him. Blake gazed at it for a moment, then his hand wrapped around it. He looked up at me and asked, "Can I suck it?" Thank you God for sending me this angel. "Only if I get to suck yours too." He leaned toward me and took it into his mouth. It had been twenty years since I had been with a boy. My best friend Aaron and I had messed around when we were about Blake's age. I have dreamed of being with a boy ever since. Now I had that chance, I was going to take full advantage of it. I could tell he hadn't ever done this before, but he was very enthusiastic. He knew what he wanted. A cock in his mouth. He yearned to feel it, and taste it. He also wanted what was soon coming his way. A full load of man sperm. He worked hard for what he knew was his reward. His lips and hand moved in sync, enticing the load from my cock. "Do you want me to cum in your mouth?" Blake nodded and picked up the pace. "I'm cumming." Blake's cheeks puffed out a bit as my first shot fired. He quickly swallowed, and coaxed the rest out with his hand. Swallowing twice more before slowing his motion. Then he just lovingly sucked on it. The kid was a natural, and liked it. I had just given him his first taste of something he would crave the rest of his life. Even after taking his mouth away, he still stared at it, wondering when he would get to do it again. That time would come soon enough, but first, it was my turn. I swooped down and swallowed his boy dick. My mind instantly flooded with the memory of sucking Aaron's dick. His silky hardness filled my mouth, reaching the entrance to my throat. Blake was so turned on by sucking me, he didn't last thirty seconds before I got a taste of his boy cream. The worst of the storm had passed, but it was still raining. We didn't bother to dress as we went down the stairwell to stand side by side and piss into the water below. We laughed all the way back to the apartment. Blake immediately reached for my cock. He already needed another serving of cream. Who was I to deny a budding cocksucker. We were sitting on the sofa, when his face dropped into my lap. His lips wrapped around my cock, and he slowly sild up and down on it. He didn't seem to be trying to make me cum, it was more like he just wanted to enjoy having a cock in his mouth. I leaned back and let him have his way. His head lay on my stomach as he nursed on my cock, almost like a baby with a pacifier. After a couple of minutes, he pulled it out of his mouth, and held it straight up admiring it. His hand slid up the shaft and swirled around the knob end before sliding back down. Then he put it back in his mouth to nurse on it some more. "You really like my dick, don't you," I pointed out. Blake nodded, then pulled away long enough to say "It's beautiful. And so big." As he put his lips around it again, I slid my hand down to his butt. I squeezed his little butt cheeks before slipping my middle finger into his crack. He pressed back into my hand as I toyed with his pucker. This got him excited enough to start sucking my cock in earnest. His head bobbed up and down my shaft quickly and when he felt my balls tighten up, he took me into his throat for me to explode there. I pushed my finger into him up to the second knuckle and worked it in and out. Blake grabbed his dick and stroked it twice before firing his load onto his stomach. "Are you ready for some breakfast?" I asked after we had calmed. I scrambled eggs on the side burner of my gas grill, and we sat down to eat. I had never sat and ate with a naked teenager, but hoped it wouldn't be the last time. Neither of us seemed bothered by it, in fact I think Blake enjoyed it as much as I. He had a constant smile on his face, and kept glancing down at my cock. We were cuddling on the sofa when I heard something. A motor. I stepped to the balcony railing and looked down. There was a guy in a bass boat looking for people who needed rescuing. I yelled down to him, "Hey! Is all of Houston under water?" "Just about. You need help?" "If it doesn't get any worse, we'll be alright. It would be hard to get down there anyway. We have food and water to last awhile." "Ok. I'll swing by again in a day or two to check on you." "Thanks. I'd appreciate it." Blake had a smile on his face as I entered the patio door. "What?" I asked. "Nothing. At first I thought you were going to ask him to rescue us. "Do you want to be rescued?" "You already did," he said, and threw his arms around me. Later I was teaching him to play the card game 'Spades', and he began looking a little pensive. "What's wrong?" "Nothing. I'm just worried." "We're gonna be just fine. The rain will stop soon, then the water will go down, and you'll be back with your mom." "That's just it. When they get back we're gonna move in with Lucas." "He didn't live with you here?" "No. He's rich, and has a really big house north of here." "Oh? What's Lucas's last name?" I asked, hoping he wouldn't say Bishop. "Bishop." "Shit. He owns the company I work for. He's probably fifty years old. How old is your mom?" "Thirty. I guess she's like a trophy wife or something. She's really pretty." Now I was getting curious. "What happened to your dad?" "Never had one. Mom's worked for Bishop since she was sixteen. He got divorced last year, and started dating my mom." "Had you met him before they started dating?" "Yeah, he's been to our place lots of times. I can't remember when he wasn't around." Okay, things were getting clearer. There has always been rumors about Bishop and a young girl. So, putting the rumors with this information, I would guess that Bishop knocked up a sixteen year old girl, kept her and her son around, divorced his wife and now married the mother of his son, I also knew he only had two daughters by his first wife. Maybe he decided he wanted a male heir. "Well, after this storm, I'm sure you would have to move anyway." "You're right. I know. But now that I've met you, I don't think I want to move. I've never been so comfortable around anybody like I am with you." He reached for my cock again. "I've never been able to sit around naked with anybody, or play with their dick, and let them play with mine, like I can with you." "You know, I will probably have to move too. The lobby is gone, all resident services are gone, the elevator probably won't work for a long time. It will be at least a year before this building is habitable again. Maybe I'll check into a hotel near where you live, and we can still see each other." This brought a smile to his face. "Will you really? You will still want to see me after all this is over?" He seemed surprised that I would want to. "Of course I will. Why wouldn't I?" I asked. "I sorta thought this was like a convenience for you. You know. Like, 'I'm stuck with this kid, I might as well get my dick sucked' kinda thing." "I don't let just anyone suck my dick. You're a beautiful boy and I like you a lot. And you have a pretty suckable dick too," I laughed. My cock had grown hard in his hand. He was staring at it while lost in thought for a moment. "So... If I wanted to do more, would you?" he asked without looking away from my cock. "More? Like what?" He hesitated for a moment, then said, "I really liked the way your finger felt in me this morning..." "So you want to try something a little bigger?" Blake smiled and nodded at me. "I'm pretty big. Are you sure you want to?" "I trust you." I used my fingers, then a couple of different sized candles, to stretch him a bit. With each progressively larger item, he moaned and groaned as his hole was widened, but he never said stop. In fact, he seemed to enjoy every step of the way. His dick receded at each step, then returned to rigid hardness as I worked the candle in and out. Blake lay on his back, and I was poised at his opening when I gave him one last chance to back out. "Are you sure?" He smiled and pulled my cock to his hole. "Please fuck me." I leaned down to kiss him as I applied pressure. All the prep work had helped, and I popped in fairly easily. Blake groaned into my kiss, and wrapped his arms around me. I moved slowly in and out, gaining ground with every third or fourth stroke. He moaned as I took possession of each additional inch of his chute. At about six inches [15 cm], I tried just fucking him with that, but he wanted more. Bucking up at me, and wrapping his legs around me to pull me deeper, I gave in and slowly fed him the last three inches [7 cm] of thick cockmeat. As my balls banged against his butt cheeks, Blake screamed out, "Oh God!" I felt his dick throbbing between our bellies as he unloaded his cream there. When his orgasm passed, Blake's lips met mine again, and he humped his hips up at me wanting more fucking. I obliged, and started to pound him pretty hard. This kid was born to be fucked. I've never had a woman who was as enthusiastic and responsive as Blake was. His moans of pleasure in my ear were just as exciting as his tight tunnel gripping my cock. His second orgasm pushed me over the brink, and I unleashed my cum in his colon. I collapsed on top of him, and we both tried to recover. "Are you okay?" I asked after a couple of minutes. "Couldn't be better," he whispered. I started to pull away. "Please don't take it out yet. I like the way you feel inside me." Looking down at him I said, "Where have you been all my life?" "The first fifteen years or so of it, I wasn't born yet," Blake laughed, causing his ass to squeeze my cock. "Just for that..." I said, and jerked my cock from his butt. "Ooh... That was mean," Blake complained. "It's up to us old guys to teach you young whippersnappers a lesson." He pulled me back for a kiss. "Lesson learned. Now put it back in me." "Later. Let's get something to eat." Blake made his way downstairs to our toilet, as I grilled steaks and roasted corn on the gas grill. The rain had slowed, but still coming. "The water didn't get to the third floor, but almost. And I think it's gone down some." He sat with a big grin and watched me going to and fro as I prepared our dinner. His gaze never far from my swinging cock. When I sat the plates on the table, he stood on his toes and leaned up for a kiss. I leaned down to kiss him, and his hand grabbed my cock. "I feel like a girl on her honeymoon, and I can't wait till my husband fucks me again." I didn't make him wait too long. As soon as it was too dark to see, we went to bed. Blake was so anxious, he practically raped me. He pushed me onto my back, straddled me, and impaled himself on my pole. In the flickering candlelight, I watched his face. There was nothing but pure bliss to be seen. His dick was hard and drooling as he rode me. He soon squirted out his first orgasm, and I flipped him over and fucked him hard. *** The man in the bass boat returned, but we declined assistance. The water slowly receded, and we spent the time fucking and sucking as it did. As suspected, there was nothing in his apartment worth saving. The lobby area was even worse, and I knew I was going to have to move. When I heard the first cars moving down on the streets below, I told Blake he should get dressed. An hour later there was a knock at the door. Blake's mom and her new husband were happy to see Blake. "As soon as I heard your name, I knew Blake was in good hands," my boss said. "How is that sir?" I asked, taking his offered handshake. "I make it a point to know about my employees. I told Tammy to relax, that you would make sure Blake was safe." I wasn't aware that Mr. Bishop even knew my name. Blake's mom still had him in a strangling hug as Bishop said, "Pack a bag. There's no reason to stay here. You're coming with us." Blake told of how scared he had been and that I took really good care of him. He loved telling how we used the staircase as a toilet. "Just think Mom, you probably walked through my poop on your way to the apartment." She turned to her husband and said, "I'm throwing these shoes away." Which brought a laugh to everyone. Bishop's house is excessively huge and luxurious. I was assigned a bedroom next to Blake's. I was a bit apprehensive when Blake snuck into my room the first night. That didn't stop me from planting his face in the pillow and fucking the life out of him. It was two weeks before I could get my stuff packed and moved. Bishop gave me a condo in the building across the street from our company headquarters. I got the impression it was where he had taken sixteen year old Tammy and put Blake in her belly. Probably spent many a lunch hour there with her since then too. My new position as 'Head of Operations' pays double what I was making before, and Bishop never questions the amount of time I spend with Blake. He has however mentioned how well Blake fills out a speedo, then adds "As I'm sure you know." I suspect he knows about our relationship. He says Blake and I are like the two sons he never had. I know that I am the only one that isn't his son, and since Tammy is pregnant now, maybe he'll have another. Yes, Harvey was a real son of a bitch to Houston, but it was great to me. The End © Cutter09 Please send comments: Cutter09 would love to hear what you think of the story! Do you enjoy having access to all the great fantasy material and also having a place to share your own stories without having to censer them for a general audience? Please donate to Nifty and help support and maintain this free service. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html