Date: Mon, 30 Mar 2009 18:08:37 -0800 From: Oral Litener Subject: HOTEL TIMES Disclaimer: The people and events described here are completely fictional. This story involves young boys, nudity and graphically depicts preteen/adult sexual situations. If this offends you, or if there are laws in your area prohibiting you from reading this type of story...you should go somewhere else. If you choose to stay and read, I hope you enjoy the story. ====================================================== HOTEL TIMES Gordon Griffin had been doing police and security work for the past 10 years and was happy as a clam (assuming clams are as happy as we are told) with his recent assignment as Head of Security for a new hotel in Orlando, just minutes away from one of his favorite places in the world, Disney World. Just to be clear, Gordon did not like the rides, or the concessions, or the crowds or much of anything else about Disney World -- Gordon only liked one thing about Disney World: it is a magnet for kids and Gordon loves kids. If I dare be even more clear, Gordon was not simply a happy, fatherly type who loved to watch the kids play and run and scream with delight -- he was that -- but beyond that Gordon loved one thing about kids: he loved to see them naked; and, while Gordon was mainly a voyeur, when possible he loved to actually touch, stroke and kiss naked young flesh. Gordon was a careful man however and he knew that physical contact was a very dangerous sport so he had experienced very, very little of it. During Gordon's first month on the job in Orlando, however, that began to change rapidly. Gordon was walking past one of the hotel's gift shops when he saw a young boy dressed in shorts, a long t-shirt and rubber thongs standing in front of a shelf with a good selection of candy bars. This would not have caught Gordon's attention if it were not for the fact that the boy was constantly stealing glances at the store clerk and at two other customers in the store -- obviously to see who was watching him. Finally, at a moment when he felt no one was watching, a large chocolate bar went into the elastic waistband at the back of his shorts. The boy 'browsed' around the store for just a few more minutes and then headed for the door -- and right into Gordon's arms. "I think we need to talk son!" Gordon said in a kindly voice to the little thief. "Who are you?" the boy asked. Obviously, from the fear in his face, he knew. "Just the hotel cop!" Gordon quipped. "Lets go sit over there," he said, gesturing to a small sofa in a lobby waiting area. The boy didn't try to get away as Gordon led him there. With the boy seated next to him on the sofa Gordon took a long look at him. His face was exactly what one thinks of in relation to the word cute! Big brown eyes, snub nose, a ration of freckles high on his cheeks and perfect, not too thin, not too thick lips. Gordon's instincts told him that this was a boy he wanted to get to know -- a lot! "What's your name son?" Gordon asked. The boy mumbled something Gordon couldn't begin to understand. Gordon told him, "You're going to have to speak up son so I can understand you." "Timmy . . . sir!" "OK Timmy, you can call me Gordon!" This confused Timmy. He was expecting a much harder beginning to this conversation. "Hi . . . uhh . . . Gordon!" Timmy said politely. "How old are you Timmy?" Gordon asked. "Ten and a half sir!" Timmy said, being very polite and respectful and hoping this would win him some "points" "Are you going to be here at the hotel all week?" Gordon asked. "Yes sir," Timmy hesitantly responded, not sure what all this had to do with the candy bar that was getting soft in the back of his shorts. "Longer than that!" Timmy added. "My dad says we'll be here all summer vacation because he's working with some of the people who own the Disney park." "Wow! That must be great!" Gordon exclaimed. "Is there just you and your Dad?" "Yes sir! Mom and Dad are divorced. "Oh! Sorry to hear that!" Gordon said. "What room are you and your dad staying in?" "Are you going to tell him about this . . ." Timmy reached behind him and withdrew the candy bar. "I promise I'll never do that again but please don't tell him; he'll think I'm a low lift!" Gordon chuckled. "I think you mean low LIFE!" "Yeah that's it -- low life. Dad said that only low lifes steal." "Well Tim, you're dad is almost right. Lots of people steal for lots of different reasons and some of them are very good people who are either desperate or are just acting stupid. How about you Tim? Were you just acting stupid or did you have a good reason for taking that candy bar?" "Stupid I guess! But," he added, "I was hungry and I didn't want to use my dad's credit card for just a candy bar." Timmy said this while looking at the floor and shuffling his feet. "Well everybody acts stupid sometimes but whatever the reason, the rules say I'm supposed to take you back in the store, make you apologize to the store clerk and then ask him if he wants me to call the police." At the mention of the police Timmy's eyes filled with tears. "Please sir! I'll do anything you say just don't let him call the police." Gordon put his arm around Timmy's shoulder and drew Timmy against him. "I said that those were the rules Timmy; I didn't say I always play by the rules." Timmy looked at Gordon with a confused face. "Huh?" was all he could say. "You already promised me that you will NEVER do anything like that again; is that right. "Oh no sir; never!" Timmy exclaimed happily (and sincerely) understanding that Gordon may be about to give him a break. "Good!" Gordon said. "I'm going to believe that you mean that! Hey, and if you ever need a candy bar that badly again, just come and tell me and I'll buy you one. OK?" "Oh yes sir! And thank you so much!" "No problem!" Gordon responded. "Hey! Since you're going to be at the hotel for so long how about you and me -- we be friends?" "Yes sir!" Timmy said enthusiastically. "I'd like that!" "OK but you gotta knock off that "sir" stuff, you're Tim and I'm Gordon; OK?" "OK . . . Gordon!" Timmy said a bit tentatively, since he still wasn't used to addressing adults by their first names. "Good and since were friends I'm going to give you a special privilege. You can come up to the security office anytime you want and visit me -- I mean that, any time day or night. I live in a little apartment that's connected to the security office so if I'm not there I'm usually in my apartment or somewhere else in the hotel. But, if I'm not there you can just hang around and watch the monitors and, if you see anything suspicious, you can let me know about it when I get back. OK by you?" "You bet! Timmy jumped up and planted his butt on Gordon's lap and then gave him his biggest hug. Looking up at Gordon's face he said, "Thank you so much . . . for everything!" He then planted a kiss on Gordon's cheek. "You give super hugs, Tim." Gordon said and then he returned Timmy's hug and planted a kiss on the top of his head. "Do you suppose you could give me a hug like that every day?" "I guess!" Timmy said very softly. "If I get to see you every day." Well you're invited to my place every day Tim. Some days, when you're Dad is off work I expect you'll be spending the day with him but any time you can, you're welcome to the security office and to my apartment. In fact, I'm going to give you your own combination." Timmy gave Gordon a confused look, not sure what combination he was talking about. Gordon stood up and gave Timmy another hug before setting him down on the floor. "Come on with me and I'll show you what I mean." Gordon held out his hand to Timmy. "Ok!" Timmy said, putting his small hand in the much larger one. As they headed toward the elevator, hand in hand, Gordon was thinking that he would sure love it if Timmy got a bit horny and he had just the way to make that happen up in the security office. "We're going to the Security office Tim! You're gonna love it!" Gordon said, "I've got cameras all over the hotel and you'll be able to see things you won't believe you're seeing!" "Really!" Timmy squeeled. "You'll let me look?" "You bet," Gordon said, "You and me are going to be buds and I share stuff with my buds!" "Thanks!" Timmy said, feeling really important. 'That's something Dad would never do for me.' he said more to himself than to Gordon. When they arrived at the security office, Gordon pointed out the electronic lock to Timmy. "Tim, this is where I work and. like I told you, also where I live. Remember, because we're special friends you can come in here any time --- but you have to promise that you'll never . . . never ever give the combination to this room to anyone else! You promise?" "Oh yes! I promise! Cross my heart!" Timmy said then he did cross his heart with his index finger. "That's good enough for me!" Gordon said. Then he leaned down low and whispered the combination in Timmy's ear. "Go ahead and try it bud!" Timmy pushed the six buttons corresponding to the combination and nothing happened. He looked a question at Gordon. Gordon chuckled! "Well after you enter the combination you need to use the door handle to open the door!" Timmy flushed and let out a small laugh. "Sorry," he said, "I should have guessed that." One look at the bank of 13 monitors, each showing a different view and Timmy was hooked! "Wow!" he exclaimed. "Can I look closer?" "You sure can bud! Just sit in that center seat and I'll show you how this all works! Like I said, you can be my assistant 'monitor cop'! The next half hour was spent showing Timmy how to show different cameras on the central monitor, the largest one right in front of him, and telling him which camera shows what. He saved the best for last. "Timmy?" Gordon asked, "Do you like spying on people -- you know, watching them when they don't know you're watching them -- even watching them when they're being naughty?" Timmy visibly blushed. "Yes sir!" he said quietly. "Well I'll tell you a secret. I do too!" Timmy looked at him surprised. "You do?" he asked with amazement obvious in his voice. "Yes!" Gordon stated, "In fact a lot of people do but not that many of them have the chance to do that like WE do!" When Gordon said "we" Timmy's face glowed at the confirmation that he was now a part of Gordon's world where you could 'spy' on people. If he had known what was coning next, Timmy would have broke into a happy dance like Snoopy. "Now I'm going to show you something special," he told Timmy. 'We've got some cameras in places where we really shouldn't have them because these are places where people get naked!" He hesitated then and enjoyed Timmy's face -- his eyes were wide open and his jaw was resting at its lowest point. "Well, maybe you don't want to see that!" Gordon said using reverse psychology. "It's probably against your religion or something." another hesitation, "Nah! Just forget about those cameras . . . besides, I could loose my job and the hotel would be in a LOT of trouble if anyone else knew about those cameras." Timmy's face fell momentarily then he looked at Gordon as sincerely as he could. "You can show me!" he said eagerly. I promise I'll never tell anyone -- even if they torture me! I . . . uh . . . I swear I wont." Gordon put on a thoughtful/doubtful face then after a loooong hesitation said: "Pinkie swear?" And he held out his right hand with the little finger extended. "Pinkie swear!" Timmy said eagerly, curling his little finger around Gordon's. "You sure now? Gordon asked. "You know that terrible things happen if you break a pinkie swear don't you?" Gordon adlibbed. "Uh . . . Yes sir!" Timmy said, even though he hadn't heard about these terrible things before. "I'll never tell anyone!" he said, sealing the deal. "OK then!" Gordon said cheerily -- "after all we're buddies right? I have nothing to worry about! Sit down again right where you were. Now pull out that drawer right in front of you." Timmy opened a long shallow drawer in front of him and saw a console with sixteen switches they were labeled with letters and numbers. Gordon explained: The Hotel has two swimming pools and you'll notice that all the switches on the left side have number 1s on them and the ones on the right side have number 2s. Each switch also has some other letters and numbers. The ones labeled "C" are changing rooms and the ones labeled "S" are for the shower stalls. Each pool has four changing rooms and four shower stalls." Timmy's hand instantly made a movement for a "C" switch and Gordon didn't stop him, glad to see how eager he was. He did warn him: "Only turn on one switch at a time and turn that one off before you turn the next one on or else everything freezes up." Timmy switched on 1C1 (pool 1, changing room 1) and he saw an empty changing room. "Go ahead, try them all but remember, one at a time." Gordon encouraged. Timmy did, he found three empty changing rooms before he hit pay dirt. When he switched on 1C4 he saw a teenaged girl. She had just removed her blouse and was removing her bra. Gordon moved over to the side so he could watch Timmy's reaction and also watch Timmy's lap for any telltale movements. The teenaged girl apparently didn't do much for him -- he moved on as soon as she showed her 34As. He had much better luck at the changing rooms for pool 2. 2C1 showed him a teenage boy. Timmy watched while the boy, already naked except for his briefs, removed his briefs. He had a long cock and lots of pubic hair. Timmy moved right on. Gordon was thinking, now here's my soul mate. I know what he's looking for and its the same thing I'm looking for -- young, prepubescent boys. The very next switch Timmy tried showed two boys, one was about Timmy's age and the other one about two years older -- no doubt brothers. Both boys were still fully dressed: 'Big bro stooped down a bit and pulled off little bro's t-shirt and then he removed his own. Little bro began to pull down his shorts but big bro stopped him -- apparently wanting to do the undressing for him. Big bro then got to his knees and pulled litle bro's shorts down and helped him step out of them. This left little bro in just his plain white briefs. Gordon, himself transfixed by the scene playing on his monitor, remembered at that point to glance at Timmy. His face was flushed and there was a noticeable swelling in his pants. Gordon casually stood up then and said, "Hey Tim, I have to go into my apartment for about 15 minutes to do some paperwork. Just enjoy the show." Timmy barely turned his head so he didn't miss any of the action -- big bro was about to lower little bro's underwear. "OK, Thanks!" he said. What Timmy didn't know was that there were two cameras fixed on him right now and Gordon, after he closed the door to his suite, immediately turned on his large screen TV and switched to that special channel. There was Timmy now rubbing his crotch through his shorts and undies. The bulge had grown and Gordon used his zoom feature to get a good view of that bulge. Just a minute later, Timmy's hand snuck inside his pants and it was obvious that he was massaging his little cock. Gordon wanted sooo badly to whip out his dick and join Timmy's televised JO party but he had other plans -- he was just waiting for the right moment. The brother action must have gotten really hot because after about three minutes of massaging his cock with his hand in his shorts, Gordon saw him look around -- like he was making sure he was alone -- and then he stood and lowered his shorts and underwear together. Then, in plain view of the cameras, he began to jack his cock off with a thumb and two fingers. His eyes were still glued to the monitor and Gordon's eyes were glued to Timmy's approx. 4-inch hardon. It grew just a bit as Gordon watched and he knew that the moment to act was upon him. He crossed to the Security Room door, very quietly opened it, stepped inside the room and closed the door. Casually he sat down next to Timmy and startled Timmy when he spoke: I guess they must be putting on quite a show" Timmy just stared at Gordon and then he apparently realized that he was sitting there with his shorts and undies around his ankles and he still had a death grip on his suddenly deflated cock. "I'm sorry!" he said, almost in tears as he started to get up so he could pull up his pants but Gordon stopped him with a gentle downward pressure on his shoulder. "You know Tim, its perfectly OK to do that when you're in here watching the monitors. I do it all the time!" That last sentence won him another one of Timmy's amazed looks. "You DO!" Timmy said. "Yes Tim! Just cause I'm an adult doesn't mean I don't get horny!" Timmy just bit his lower lip and stared at his bare feet. "I'm sorry Timmy!" Gordon said with all the false sincerity he could muster. "I've embarrassed you. I didn't mean to do that. I just wanted to let you know that while you're in this room -- or even in my apartment," Gordon said gesturing toward the door, "almost anything goes! You can run around in your underwear or naked all day if you want and play with your wiener 24-7." "B-b-but I'm not supposed to let anyone see my . . .my . . .uh . . . privates!" Timmy stammered; still holding on to his cock but now covering it with his other hand. "Tim." Gordon said gently. "That's true but I'M not just anyone! We're buds! We're partners! I let you see some things here in this room that I never -- ever let anyone see before. I'm trusting you with my job Tim. So don't you think you can trust me enough to see your privates?" "I'm sorry Gordon!" Timmy said and then, remarkably, he jumped from his chair and put his arms around Gordon's neck, "You're right you've done so much for me you can see my privates any time you want to! OK?" Gordon smiled, put his arms arond Timmy so that he had a hand on each of those amazingly smooth butt cheeks and then kissed Timmy on his forehead. "Thanks buddy! That makes me feel really good." (And that was no lie!) "Are you one . . ." Timmy started to say. "I mean . . . do you like little boys . . . I mean . . . you know!" Gordon wasn't prepared for that question so soon but he realized then that he should have been prepared. Kids this age are kids, but they're not at all naieve or uninformed. "Yes Tim," Gordon answered directly, "I do like young boys around your age but it goes way beyond just liking them or wanting to do sex things with them -- I really care about them and the last thing I would ever do is hurt them or force them to do anything they didn't want to do." "But . . ." Timmy said and then hesitated and then, after a moment continued. "But you WOULD do . . . uhh . . . like sex things with them if THEY wanted to?" Gordon wasn't sure where this was leading but he kinda liked the direction. "Yes, sure Tim." he answered, "At least most things. There are some things I would never do to a boy your age because those . . .uhhh . . . things might hurt you . . . do you know what I mean?" When Timmy answered, it was apparent that he knew exactly what Gordon meant. "No I don't mean that!" Timmy responded." I mean stuff like the brothers were doing. I never had anyone do stuff like that to me and . . . well, I'm just curious how it feels. Does it hurt?" "What did the brothers do?" Gordon asked. "I didn't watch!" "Oh wow!" Timmy exclaimed as he sat back down in his chair. "You wouldn't believe it! The big one got the little one naked -- all the way naked! Then he started playing with the little one's wiener until it got real hard and kinda pointing up in the air. . ." "Does yours do that when you get hard? Point up in the air?" "Yeah!" Timmy said hesitantly. "Just like his!" "Cool!" Gordon exclaimed. "Then what did the big one do?" he asked. "That's the part you ain't gonna believe! The big one put his mouth on the little one's wiener and started . . . well it looked like he was sucking on it. Then he took his mouth off and started licking it. That was wierd him putting the thing his brother pees with in his mouth." "Did the little guy look like he was enjoying it?" "Yeah! He had his head back and his eyes closed until . . . well something started to happen." "What do you mean?" Gordon prompted. Gordon also noticed that while Timmy was explaining all this he was subconciously jacking himself off again. "Well the little one started pushing his hips back and forth -- he did that for a few minutes and he kept doing it faster and faster and then then he pushed them forward so hard against his brother's face that his brother almost fell over." "Let me ask you a personal question." Gordon said, leaning toward Timmy. "Do you play with your wiener alot?" Clearly embarrassed but much less than before Timmy said: "Yes! I do it at night in bed -- almost every night -- and usually fall asleep doing it." "That explains why you didn't understand what was happening to the little brother. You see if you do it just right you get the most wonderful feeling you've ever had right down here . . ." and while saying that Gordon took a chance and reached down and patted Timmy in his bald pubic area. Timmy didn't pull away; he was apparently so fascinated with what Gordon was saying and getting more and more comfortable having his privates on display in front of Gordon that that innocuous physical contact was no big deal. Gordon kept his hand on Timmy's pubis for just a few seconds while he went on explaining -- he was shaking like a leaf with the excitement of his hand on that soft, warm skin and so near Timmy's beautiful little cock but he kept it under control enough so that Timmy wouldn't notice. "And that wonderful feeling keeps getting better and better," he continued, "until you do what they call 'have an orgasm. That's what happened to the little boy, the feeling of his wiener in his brother's warm, wet mouth and the feeling of his brother's lips sliding back and forth gave him an orgasm. Then Timmy asked the question Gordon was hoping for: "But what's the right way to do it . . .to make that organism?" Gordon had to chuckle again. "That's orgasm not organism and . . . well the best way to do it is to have someone else do it to you, just like the big brother was doing -- I could show you . . . but you probably wouldn't want me to touch your wiener." "No that's OK! I wouldn't mind." Timmy blurted out. Then he added: "I mean because we're friends right? And its probably OK for friends to touch each other's privates as long as they both WANT it. You think its OK Gordon?" Gordon thought for a minute and then said: "Well Tim it'll be OK but first we need another pinkie swear. You have to swear that no one ever knows that I did stuff with you. If anyone ever knew it would be very bad for me because a lot of people think its bad for an adult and a child to touch each others privates." Without hesitation, Timmy extended his little finger to Gordon. "I swear Gordon; you can trust me! You're already my best friend and I'd never do anything to hurt a best friend." Gordon wrapped his pinkie finger around Timmy's and swore at himself for getting emotional but he WAS getting emotional and getting emotionally attached to this boy. "Ok bud!" Gordon said while grabbing Timmy's hand and pulling him to his feet. Step out of your pants and take off your shirt and lay on the little sofa over there." Then after a second, "No, better yet, lets use the bed in my room, it'll be more comfortable than that little couch." Without hesitation, Timmy pulled off his shirt. Gordon's knees almost buckled from his excitement. He loved Timmy's chest, his dime-sized light colored nipples, his flat belly and the outie belly button that reminded him of a little, tiny cock. Gordon led the now totally naked boy through the door to his apartment and had him lie down at the edge of the bed. Gordon got to his knees and said: Close your eyes Tim and picture what you saw on the monitor." More nervous than he ever remembered being, he layed his hands gently on the small naked body in front of him. He stroked Timmy's chest and tummy with one hand while the other stroked his legs and thighs. Finally, when he felt his heart slow a bit, he gently grasped Timmy's cock -- as soon as he did, his own cock reached its own climactic moment, drenching his shorts. Gordon started masturbating Timmy and then in a very soft voice started talking to him. "Can you see the naked little brother Tim." Timmy said nothing but nodded his head. "Good now picture yourself right next to him -- you're as naked as he is. Now the little boy had started doing what I'm doing to your wiener Timmy -- he's smiling and moving the soft skin on your rock hard wiener back and forth. You feel wonderful being naked with this little boy and having him touch you like that. Now the little boy is on his knees in front of you, he plays with your weiner more and then sticks out his tongue and touches it to the tip of your weiner, right on the slit where the pee comes out. Here's how it feels Timmy . . ." Gordon touched his tongue to Timmy's pee slit -- he lightly squeezed the head of the little cock and stuck the very tip of his tongue in it as far as he could. Timmy moaned and started to move his hips up and down. Then the little brother opens his mouth wide and puts your entire wiener in his mouth -- it is the most fantastic feeling you have ever felt. Your wiener is in the warm wet mouth, he clamps his lips down around your wiener, starts pumping your wiener with his lips and then . . . then you feel his tongue snaking all around your wiener while he starts sucking on it -- sucking like he wants to drain every drop of pee from you. Here's how it feels Tim!" Gordon engulfed Timmy's rock-hard penis in his mouth, squeezed it with his lips and started to move his head up and down while his tongue performed it's magic tricks up and down and round and round the super excited cock shaft and the super-sensitive tip. Gordon sucked hard as he worked Timmy's cock into a frenzy of pulsations. Timmy, at 10, had never had a friend do this for him and he was as scared as he was sexed-up but when Gordon's mouth closed over his cock and his tongue started going wild on Timmy's cock shaft and especially on the bulb at the top of his cock -- the scared left and the sexed-up kept getting bigger. Then Timmy started feeling something funny happening way down low in his tummy -- it was a wonderful, yet terrifying feeling and he knew, instinctively, that this was the orgasm Gordon talked about -- it had already taken over most of his mind and all of his body and it was demanding even more. Timmy started thrusting his hips up against Gordon's hungry mouth -- remembering the scene on the monitor, he knew this was normal -- out of his control but normal. Then he felt Gordon's finger drawing a line from his nut sack down across that smooth area, toward his butt hole. He didn't remember that from the brother's -- it was like a special thing between him and Gordon and he loved it and the orgasm was almost total now, he had to get his cock deeper into that warm wet cave of Gordon's mouth and he kept pushing until all he could do was push. His mind went blank, he had no thoughts, he stopped breathing, his eyes squeezed closed, he felt only a tremendous exquisite pain in the bottom of his belly and then it was over. Timmy lay exhausted on the bed. Slowly his mind returned and with it the fear, this time without the sexed-up feeling. Timmy felt tears filling his eyes and when he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was a caring, worried face. Timmy sat up quickly, scaring Gordon who didn't know what exactly would happen next; the possibilities included a long jail turn with a room mate named Rocky but Timmy quickly erased that ugly image when he wrapped his arms around Gordon's neck and began to smother him with kisses. "Gordon, that was the biggest thing I've ever felt!" was the only way Timmy could express the combination of the sex, the fear, the buildup and the final climax. Thank you for helping me." Gordon grinned. "Timmy, I can't begin to tell you how much it means to me that you trusted me enough to LET me help you. And, by the way, thanks to you, I made a mess in my underpants." Timmy started giggling so hard when Gordon mentioned the mess in his underpants that he couldn't seem to stop. Every time he tried an image of messy underpants filled his head and it started again." Gordon said, "Oh you think that's funny huh! Well I think this is funny and he started poking his fingers into Timmy's ribs and sides until Timmy was having an uncontrollable laughing fit. After the laughter subsided, Gordon layed his cheek against Timmy's tummy, closed his eyes and realized that he had never in his life felt so close to another individual. He had never been married, he had no siblings and hadn't had a boyfriend since he, himself, was a boy. 'Now,' he thought to himself, 'here was this beautiful, loving boy who was willing to let me take him on the most exciting adventure of his young life -- no,' he corrected that thought, 'not willing, he TRUSTED me enough to allow him to take him on his first trip to Orgasmicville. That's something special! That's really something special!' Timmy interrupted his thoughts, "Gordon!" "Yes Tim?" Gordon responded, "I'm sorry if I was ignoring you I was just thinking how happy you make me." "I DO?" Timmy sounded amazed. Gordon smiled (of course, at this special moment, that was all his face could do -- smile) "Yes Tim you certainly do. I was thinking that you gave me the most valuable thing you have -- more valuable to me than all the money in the world, you gave me your trust. THATS why you made me as happy as I am." "I'm glad cause I'm happy too. I never have this much fun with my dad -- I never seem to have any fun with my dad since him and mom divorced. "Anyway," Timmy rushed on to change the subject, "What I was going to ask was . . ." and before he could complete the sentence he started his giggle fit again. "What are you giggling about now?" the bemused Gordon asked. After a few moments Timmy collected himself. "I was wondering if we could take a shower together since you have to . . .(giggle, giggle), . . .since you have to anyway because of your . . . your (giggle, giggle) messy undies." Gordon broke up! He was laughing harder than Timmy. It took a few minutes for both the "boys" to calm down. Then Gordon answered his question with a question: "Are you sure you want to see my old hairy body in the shower Tim?" Without hesitation Timmy answered, "Yes I'm sure and you're not THAT old. I bet you're cute when you're naked." Timmy said as the giggles started again. "CUTE!" the clearly not angry Gordon screamed. "Did you just call me CUTE?" He poked Timmy in the ribs, Baby's are CUTE!" he said as poked Timmy in the belly. Dogs and cats are CUTE!" he said as he poked somewhere else. Timmy was dying from laughter and loving every minute of his tickle torture. "I'm sorry!" he finally yelled. I didn't mean cu. . . I mean I didn't mean that word, I meant sexy and handsome! REALLY." "Well that's better," Gordon said with a mock pout. "So what are we waiting for, the bathroom's over there." Gordon said, pointing toward the close door nearby. In the bathroom Timmy watched closely as Gordon removed each piece of clothing. 'His chest is hairy but he's not ALL hair,' Timmy said to himself as Gordon removed his pants and then his underwear. 'Wow!' Timmy said to himself, as he saw Gordon's cock for the first time, 'that's like one of those sausages mom used to buy at the store for dinner.' Aloud Timmy said, "Can I see?" and he pointed to the underpants that Gordon still had in his hand. Gordon lowered his eyebrows, giving him an ominous look. "Are you sure?" He asked with a fake German accent. "Dis," he continued, "iz nacht a pretty sight." he finished as he looked down into the soiled underwear and grimaced. Timmy laughed. "Yeah I'm sure now give them here -- My dad says I've got a cast ironed stomach. Gordon's turn to giggle but he didn't correct Timmy's mispronunciation he just handed over the balled up undies. Timmy handled them like they were red hot and he didn't want to get his hands burned. With the thumb and index finger of each hand, he lowered them to the bathroom tile floor and slowly opened the "package" like something was going to jump out at him. Gordon was having a blast watching this pantomime and watching the serious expression on Timmy's face. Finally the "package" was opened and Timmy was surprised to see very little except some crusty stuff. He looked a question at Gordon and Gordon guessed the question. "Well you see it's been almost a half hour since that happened and it's almost all dry now." "Oh well!" Timmy said "Maybe next time I can catch it before it dries. At that point the naked Gordon picked up the naked Timmy, held him to his chest and tried to kiss the freckles off his face. When that didn't work he said, "So how about we get wet?" "Yea!" Timmy cheered as he jumped down out of Gordon's strong arms and hopped in the tub. Gordon got in and adjusted the water, started the water streaming down on them and began to "hand wash" every inch of Timmy's body. He lovingly played with the smiling Timmy's genitals and 'got a rise out of him' but he took it no farther, reminding himself that it was only appropriate if it was Timmy's idea. Timmy had no such inhibitions. When it came time for him to wash Gordon. the only place he was interested in was the 'Italian Sausage" between his legs. He used both hands to "wash" the shaft and when he was done, Gordon was almost done himself. He could feel the cum rising and the tremendous pressure on his loins. Then Timmy closed the deal when he thoroughly rinsed the "sausage" and put it up to his open mouth. Timmy's mouth couldn't open enough to get more than the top half of the mushroom in but Timmy had a tongue and he knew how to use it. Timmy was remembering the wonderful feelings Gordon gave him with his tongue and now he wanted to return the favor. "Take your mouth off Tim -- I'm going to cum." Timmy did what he said but not what he meant. When the first thick wad of cum shot out it hit Timmy squarely between the eyes and ran down his face into his wide open mouth. The second one hit below the neck and one more right on his own now softening cock. "Ahh!" Timmy shouted, "it burns." Gordon directed the stream of the shower at Timmy's face and kept repeating, "blink real fast" until Timmy's eyes were washed free from semen. Gordon, on his knees in the shower stream, hugged Timmy to him. "I'm sorry Tim, I tried to warn you but I should have done it different -- are you OK? Are you mad at me? Timmy looked at Gordon with a smile and said "Mad at you? for what? You just gave me what I asked for." Gordon laughed! "And by the way, I don't like the taste! Gordon hugged Timmy even more and said -- "I never liked the taste of it either!" Both "boys" laughed that way until they were out of the shower toweling off. . As they were getting dressed Timmy's cell phone rang. He answered and Gordon heard: "Hi Dad! How's your day?" After a long pause where Timmy's dad was presumably telling Timmy about his day Timmy said: "Well that's OK! I'm fine here and I made a new friend," he said as he gave Gordon his most evil grin, "I was going to ask you anyway if it would be alright if I had dinner with him and his parents and slept over there tonight." Another pause. "Thanks dad! Well you have fun too! (giggle) Well at least try!" (pause) "OK dad! See you tomorrow night. Love you too!" Timmy turned to Gordon with his "puppy dog" eyes and said, "Sorry I lied but I didn't want him to worry about me being by myself tonight. I can buy dinner and sleep in my room tonight if you have other plans." Still in their underwear, Gordon grabbed Timmy, gave him a big smooch, spun him around in circles and landed on the bed with Timmy on top. They were both laughing and grinning at each other until Gordon finally spoke. "Timmy, I know who you are now!" Gordon said, "Timmy shot him a confused look. "You're an angel sent from heaven to make me happy!" "That got a lopsided grin from the thoroughly embarrassed but madly happy Timmy." "So where would you like to go for dinner tonight?" The still smiling Gordon asked. "How about a place with video games and pizza?" Timmy answered with little thought necessary. "Perfect," Gordon enthused, "I know just the place. --------------- It was just after 11:00 when the two now overstuffed veterans of "Happy Time Pizza" returned to the hotel. and to the Security office. Gordon checked messages and responded to some while Timmy undressed and got into bed. When Gordon entered his apartment about 20 minutes later Timmy was sound asleep and quite naked, laying on his stomach -- mooning all who passed. Gordon smiled, also got undressed but he left his underwear on. The first thing he did when he got into bed was kiss the "moons" and nuzzle his cheek up to those beautiful twin globes. The smell of a little boy's body, the few times he had that pleasure, was always intoxicating to him. There was always a musky smell, however slight, even immediately after a bath. Gordon fell asleep like that, using Timmy's butt as his pillow. That lasted for about 1-1/2 hours until Timmy tried to roll over and found this curious weight on his backside. Craning his neck around Timmy smiled to see Gordon laying with his head on his butt -- the fact that Gordon was drooling all over his butt was someone less amusing but nothing, in Timmy's estimation, to get upset about. Taking this opportunity to explore his big friend's body, he crawled out from under Gordon's head, letting it down as softly as possible and then crawled toward his feet. Gordon was laying on his left side with his right leg blocking all access to Timmy's "target area" which was, of course, Gordon's "Italian sausage." A little brute force was in order but it turned out that Timmy was less of a brute than he needed to be for this task -- he did try however and between his attempts to push Gordon over on his back and -- well perhaps it was fate -- Gordon slowly repositioned himself on his back and started lightly snoring. Timmy thanked his sleeping friend for cooperating and then grabbed the waist band of Gordon's underpants and managed to pull them down enough to be in for a surprise. The Italian sausage had shrunk -- it was now the size of a jumbo hotdog which allowed Timmy to do the thing he wanted most at this early hour of the morning -- a hotdog for breakfast. Timmy had even less experience than Gordon when it came to sex play and had never had a cock in his mouth and since he now knew the great pleasure it gave him he simply wanted to return the favor to Gordon. He worked a bit more on Gordon's underwear until he finally had it down enough to allow him to do what he wanted without fighting with the elastic. Timmy leaned forward and lifted the 'limp jumbo dog' off of Gordon's remarkably large (at least to Timmy) ball sack and popped the dog in his mouth. Timmy liked it! It had a bit of a stale taste to it but it was sweet in the sense that it belonged to this wonderful guy -- truly Timmy's current best friend -- and in the sense that he felt he was repaying a debt. The rapidly inflating jumbo dog caught Timmy by surprise. At one moment he was peacefully sucking on his mouthful when his mouthful suddenly became more than a mouthful. He averted what would certainly have been a tragedy by quickly getting his mouth free before the once small Jumbo dog became the whopper he had seen before and possibly breaking his jaw on the way. Frustrated that his early breakfast was interrupted, Timmy could at least closely examine (being very careful to keep it pointed away from his eyes -- he remembered how that stung) his large toy. Timmy arranged himself so he was sitting on Gordon's thighs so he could do a hands-on scientific comparison between his now fully engorged cock and Gordon's; with one in each hand he soon arrived at the conclusion that Gordon's fully inflated cock was really no different from his own -- except of course for the size; the texture of the skin was similar, the mushroom head with the slit on the top was identical and the way the skin moved over what felt like a solid bone was also the same. By the end of his comparison he started to feel that buildup of the orgasm just as he had before, way down low in his tummy and working it's way up to the tip of his now rock hard cock. He had no idea that his experimentation had also awoken Gordon's sleeping beast until he felt Gordon's cock start pulsing in his hand. Desperate not to wake Gordon or make a mess all over the bed, he quickly removed his hand and attempted to pull Gordon's underwear back up only to find that the elastic didn't stretch that far. His dilemma was resolved when Gordon's mount Vesuvius finally erupted and the lava went flying out landing on Gordon's face, neck, chest, belly and finally on his lush pubic bush. Timmy started crying -- he knew that when Gordon found the mess he had made he would be kicked out, naked into the hall outside the security office and would have to spend the night hiding behind the ice machine. Fate wasn't that cruel however. He suddenly found himself wrapped tightly in Gordon's arms and felt Gordon trying to kiss away his tears. "I'm so sorry! I just wanted to see it and . . . wahhh!" was the explanation Gordon got but it was all he needed. Timmy found himself being dragged on top of Gordon -- dragged through the field of goo that he had created and he found this so funny he started laughing and was soon joined by Gordon; and the two laughed like loons, far quite a while. Timmy found Gordon's belly to be such a pleasant bed -- and Gordon found Timmy's young naked body on his belly to be such a delightful coverlet that they slept for several hours, just like that. Gordon's 6AM alarm went off as it did every morning, he opened his eyes and smiled at the wonderful bundle he held in his arms. He was by this time laying on his side and Timmy was tummy-to-tummy with him. Gordon and Timmy discovered at approximately the same moment that the Gods certainly had a sense of humor. They were stuck together by the copious amounts of dried cum -- it would have only taken a minute to unstick themselves -- after all it's not really glue -- but they were both laughing so hard that after 5 minutes they had their legs free but their bellies were still stuck together. Finally Gordon made the decision. "Tim, I'm going to stand up! You wrap your legs around me and hold on. Like that Gordon and what looked like his papoose managed to get into the bathroom, into the shower and stand under the water until enough water had seeped between them to free them from the death grip of Gordon's cum. So it was that Gordon and Timmy were ready for a new day filled with new discoveries, new realizations and, perhaps, even a few new positions.