It Ain’t Tiffanys

Part 4

The next morning as I am coming to a wakeful state, I am thinking it must have been a dream. But, I feel Jamal lying next to me his arm over my belly and his head on my chest. No I didn't really dream that this little black beauty not only sucked me off. But, he loved it too. My cock is raging hard. It throbs at the thought of what he did last night. As much as I want to stroke myself off with this beautiful boy laying on me. I have no choice but, to answer natures call. I slip out of bed, head to the restroom and let the water works flow. As I am halfway done Jamal sidles up against me his hard little cock needing relief too.

“That was fun last night Mr Jones.”
“I enjoyed it too.” I say smiling at him and rubbing the top of his head. Poor little guys cock is so hard I can tell it hurts to pull it down to piss. It finally allows him to release his bladder and he smiles at the relief.

I wash my hands, and head back to bed. I just want to lie in bed a while and wake up. So I climb back into bed and cover up. Jamal is in next to me in a minute and sidles up against me. I can feel his soft cock pressing against me through his undies. It feels nice. I gently start rubbing his back with my finger tips and I feel him rise next to my leg. I run my hand down and start to rub his firm little ass. It feels amazing so I slide my hand into his undies and gently massage his silky globes. He slowly starts pressing his cock against my leg and I can feel his ass flex as he does. It feels very, very nice. I run my finger over his hole and gently press. He pushes against me as I do. I run my finger up and down his crack and enjoy the feel and imagine my cock sliding in and out of his lovely little ass. He reaches down and grabs my cock and gently starts running his hand up and down it. Which of course is rock hard. Because I have been playing with his gorgeous ass. I gently slide my hand out and turn him on his back. I kiss down his torso and am gently rubbing his cock through his underwear. I get down to his waist band and I pull his undies down and off with him lifting to help. I take his cock into my mouth and start sucking him like a piece of candy. He puts his hands on the back of my head and is running his fingers through my hair.

“That feels so good Mr Jones. I wish it would never stop.”
I moan an answer to him not wanting to let go of his delightful piece of meat. I fondle his silky sack and he moans as I do. I lift one of his legs and gently start to rub his entrance. I lift my head up and dribble saliva all over my finger I go back to his cock and he bucks as I put it back into my mouth. He is close I am thinking. I rub my finger around his hole and insert just the tip. He lifts up his other leg to give me better access and I slowly slide in half my middle finger into his tight warm hole.

“OOOOOOHH!!!!” Is his reponse. I slip it the rest of the way in and give him a moment to adjust to my finger. But, continue working on his cock. After about ninety seconds I slowly start slipping my finger in and out of him. I manage to find his little prostate and start to toy with it. Much to his delight as he is bucking into my mouth at this point. Once I start toying with his prostate it only takes him about thirty seconds until he is reaching his climax. My finger pistoning in and out of him. Him pumping up into my mouth holding my head still so he can control his cum. I feel his cock twitching as he reaches his peak. I feel it pulse six times and several after shocks. I leave my finger buried in his ass as he comes down. His cock sitting idle in my mouth. After about thirty seconds I lift off of his cock holding it with my free hand.

“Think you can do it again?”
“I sure want to try.” He pants. So I slowly start to slide my finger in and out of his ass. He is enjoying it.
“I cant believe something in my butt can feel so good.” He says as I take his cock back into my mouth. He lets out a little squeak as I do. I proceed to bring him to climax again in about five minutes. This time I let up and let his cock thwack against his belly.

I slide up and lay on the pillow next to him. I gently kiss his beautiful full lips. He kisses me back.

“I hope you enjoyed that.” I say.

“Yes sir Mr Jones. I sure did. I gets to do you now.”
He says getting up.

“No we cant now. I know Kenny and Jenny are going to be here for breakfast any time now. Now I am not threatening you or anything. But, please don't tell anyone what we did. I will be in a lot of trouble if you do.”
“I know Mr Jones I ain't stupid.”
“I just wanted to make sure is all. By the way. Thank you for letting me do that for you.”
“Mr Jones its me should be thanking you.”
“I don't know I really loved doing it. I think we both enjoyed it a lot.”
“But, I get to do it to you later right?”
“Yes I think so. If you want to.”
With that I got up and went downstairs and started breakfast. Jamal in his undies now helping me. I cant get over how fucking sexy he looks just in a pair of cartoon briefs.

I decide on French toast and Jamal agrees that sounds nice. So we get out the eggs milk and vanilla extract. I mix it all together. He grabs the bread as I turn on the skillet. I dip one in and drop it in the skillet. He sees how I did it and dips the next piece in. He hand it to me and and place it on the skillet with the other. He does it again and again. So we have four pieces cooking up.

“I like being with you Mr Jones. Its always fun.”
“I like being with you too Jamal. Your a great boy.” I say to him.

He smiles at the praise.

“I ain't nothing special.”

“You may not think so. But, I do and that's the important part. I bet lots of people think you are special.”
"I think your special too Jamal.” I hear Jenny say behind us.

“Girl I am going to have to put a cowbell around your neck sneaking up on me like that.”
She giggles at me as she always does. She is a happy girl.

Kenny comes in and he certainly doesn't need a cow bell.

“Momma say shes running late don't make her no breakfast.” He says.

“We cant have her go to work without breakfast.” I say and wash my hands. I drop a few pieces of bread in the toaster and push down the lever. I flip the french toast.

“Kenny get the table set for us.” I say. “Jenny you get us all some milk.”
“Sure.” I hear from them.

When the toast pops up and spread a good amount of peanut butter on it and then some grape jelly. I put it in a paper towel and hand it to Kenny.

“Take this to your mom and tell her she has to eat.”
He grabs it and races back home. He is back in an instant it seems.

“She says thanks Mr Jones. She don't know what she would do without you.”
He wraps his arms around my waist and hugs me.

“She said to give you this though." He says squeezing tight. I rub his shoulder and his back as he hugs me. When he lets go he says.

“Bend down here.’ Then kisses me on the lips.

“She said a hug and kiss. So I did.”
“Well, thank you for them.” I say and Kenny and Jenny sit down and I put out a piece for each of us and put in four more slices in the skillet. I sit down and halfway through I get up and flip the other pieces. When I finish I put the other slices on our plates and we munch away. Once we get done the children and I all wash out plates and Kenny asks.

“Mr Jones can we go out and play?”
“Of course. But, Jamal best put something on first.” I say to their giggling.

Jamal races up the stairs and is down in a flash. Dressed in some new shorts and a t shirt I got him. Much to my happiness also his new shoes.

“You look nice in your new shoes.” I say to him smiling.

“I promise I wont ruin em.”
“If you do they have more at the store. Play and have fun.” Kenny and Jenny didn't bother waiting as they wanted to start the fun. I sit down and start to watch the morning news show on the local station. Its insane that people will act like total bafoons just because they are on TV. I watch for about an hour or so and make a cup of coffee on a commercial break. I look out the kitchen window and see about a dozen kids outside playing.

“Hm I have the new play ground I guess. But, its kind of nice too.” I say to the window I am peering out. I go back and start watching an old episode of I Dream of Genie. Its a stupid show for sure. But, I like it anyway. Its a marathon and I watch for a couple hours until my tummy rumbles. I think lunch is in order for sure. I look outside and its still about a dozen or so. I think well, I better go ask. I walk outside and get their attention.

“How many of you will have some lunch when you go home?”
Two raise their hands.

“Alright.” I say and count of ten children that wont have lunch.

“You two head home and have your lunch. Then come back and play if you want to. The rest of you play for about five minutes and then come in and get your hands washed. Kenny, Jenny and Jamal will show you where.”
“OK.” I got in response. The two raced off home and I head into the house.

Ten what the fuck am I going to feed ten children for lunch?
I open the cabinet and see a loaf of bread. I have two of them I see. I just make some peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. I then make a gallon of Koolaid. My little brood of three come into the kitchen hands still dripping.

“Ever bodies washing their hands now Mr Jones.”
“Good Kenny you get glasses for everyone. Jamal you get the two bags of chips and put some on paper towels in front of everyone. Kenny you get ice for the glasses.”
“Sure thing Mr Jones.” Jamal says and they do as they are asked to do. The other seven trickle down and take a seat at the table. I bring in the Pb&j and sit one in front of everyone.

“Its just peanut butter and jelly it ain't fancy. But this ain't Tiffany's either.” I say.

Everyone eats and is laughing and joking with each other. Apparently they have been daring each other to go up in the castle and kiss each other. It makes me think.

“Has anyone seen Jenae?”
“Yeah she sick.” One little girl says.

“Whats wrong with her.” I ask.

“She tonsils is hurting her.” The same girl answers. A cute little thing about six. Her skin is so shiny it seems to glisten.

“Well, she will be alright. I am sure her mom made her some soup or something.”
“Nah her mamas at work. Gone be all day.” She says and eats a chip.

“We cant have that. When we get done eating you tell her to come down here and I will take care of her. She can lay on the couch and watch TV.”
“I know that will make her happy. She was saying she was gone miss seeing you Mr Jones. She like you.” The girl says.

“I like her too. By the way. Whats your name?”
“Samantha. Buts people calls me Sammy.”
“Well, Sammy when you get done eating please go get her and tell her to come here.”
“Sure thing Mr Jones." She says smiling and showing she hasn't got her front four teeth.

I smile back at her. “Thank you Sammy.”
“You welcome.” Shes says and sips her Koolaid.

When everyone is done they all clean off their place at the big table I never thought I would have use for and go back to play. A little while later Sammy walks in wit Jenae. I pick her up and hug her.

“I'm sorry you aren't feeling good. I'm glad you are here though.” I say as I hug her and kiss her cheek.

“I was pretty lonely at home Mr Jones.”
“Well, anytime you are lonely you come down here.”
She smiles at me and kisses my cheek.

“You a nice man Mr Jones.”
“I try. Now are you hungry? I got some soup.”
“I can try. But, my throat is real sore.”
“Come on let me get you situated on the couch so you can rest.” I put her on the couch and put a pillow under her head. She smiles at me. She is still in her night gown and I start to cover her up.

“I ain't cold Mr Jones. But, thanks.”
I kiss her forehead and its pretty hot. I go and make her some soup. I think crackers. No probably not a good plan. I maker her some kool aid and put it on a serving tray with a spoon and paper towel. What no napkin? Napkins whatever this ain't Tiffany's. So she sits up and sips her chicken noodle soup.

“Thanks Mr Jones. Its good. Making my throat not hurt so much.”
“Good I am glad to hear it.”
I sit down and I Dream of Genie is still on. I just shake my head and start watching. When Janae gets done I tell her to leave the dishes I will get them shortly. She gets back up on the couch and instead of laying on the pillow at the other end she lays her head on my lap. I gently rub my fingers over her face and head.

“That feels nice Mr Jones.”
“Good its supposed to.” I say looking down at her and smiling.

We go back to watching the show and I notice she has her knees up and her legs a bit apart. I see she isn't wearing any panties. Her nightgown is up and exposing her tight little tummy. I so want to feel her little bald pussy. I have never wanted to feel one before. But, its just so lovely I think. I place my free hand on her tummy and gently rub the tips of my fingers over her tummy. Circling around her belly button and down to her pubic line. But not any farther. She starts to move her knees together and then apart. Its an amazing thing to watch as her little clit pops out then hides in its home. She catches me staring at her pussy and I blush. She smiles. She reaches between her legs with her hand and slides a finger up between her lips. She spreads her legs wide and starts to toy with her love button smiling at me the whole time. I watch amazed by her. She starts to speed up a bit and lets out a moan. I slide my hand up revealing her little nipples. They are a lovely dark brown and I start to run my fingers over them. She moans as I do. Much to my surprise she reaches down with her other hand and inserts a finger into her love canal. Her eyes are closed now and she is moaning and breathing heavily. I tweak one of her nipples and its sets her off. She starts slipping her finger in and out quickly and her other hand is working her love button fast. Its so quick its nearly a blur. She is moaning and arching her back hunching her hips.

She has a strong orgasm and when she is coming down she slowly takes her finger out of her pussy and I take her hand and suck her finger into my mouth tasting her juices. She is panting and smiles at me.

“That was fun Mr Jones.”
“It was interesting that's for sure.” I say. My cock throbbing from the preteen porn show I just watched. Once she has caught her breath in no time she is dozing off. I cover her nipples and leave the rest exposed. I just cant help it. I'm a pervert and its OK. I like me and I don't force anything on anyone.

I'm sitting there staring at her bald glistening pussy and my cock is rock hard. I know she is asleep and I know I can reach down and feel it. But, that seems really wrong to me. But, I am tempted. I lift her head and slip out form under her. I put a pillow under her head and lay it back down. I bend down and kiss her cheek. I go and sit in the chair and I can see her lovely pussy. I cant help myself and I pull out my cock right there and just start stroking it and staring at her pussy. I start imagining feeling it then licking it. I am nearing my orgasm and think about slipping it in her tight bald pussy. I shoot my load all over my chest and tummy. I look down at the mess I made as I catch my breath. I reach over and grab the paper towel that is on the tray and wipe of my mess. I get a bit of a thrill when I am wiping off my cock head thinking her mouth was on this. I think I'm such a perv. I tuck myself back in and go back to watching the TV. I do catch myself several times staring at Jenae. After a while I hear that the kids have all taken off as I hear them all shouting I will see you tomorrow. I look at the time and realize its pushing five o'clock. I better get dinner started. I think about it a minute and decide I'm going to just go get some KFC instead of making anything. I go and get ready to go and get shoes and socks on grab my truck keys and wallet. I head back downstairs and Jenae is sitting up.

“Perfect timing I am going to go get some fried chicken. Now I wont have to wake you up to take you with me.”
“AH man I love fried chicken.” She says touching her throat.

“I thought about that. They got great mac and cheese there.”
“Yeah it is good.” She says her eyes lighting up.

I pick her up and carry her and really didn't mean too it just happened but my hand was on her naked bottom. I have to say it was nice. I walk out with her arms draped around me.

“Jenny, Kenny, Jamal c’mon we are going to go get some KFC.”
“Shoot yeah.” Kenny says.

We all get in the truck and head to the Colonel for some chicken.

Jamal has laid claim to me I think as he sits in the front in the middle of the seat next to me. Kenny and Jenny hop in the back and Jenae sits up front next to Jamal. I just go through drive through because I am learning that with kids in tow everything becomes a big production. So its just easier. I hear the amount and think fuck chicken is expensive. We get back and we all eat. I get a couple extra mac and cheeses because they are just really that damn good. We get back inside and I ask the children to get the table set. I get out sodas for all of us because you just kind of need soda with KFC. It seems wrong not too. We all sit and eat and are enjoying our meal when I hear a knock on the door.

“Wonder who that is?” I ask.

“Never gone find out if you don't answer it.” Jamal says.

“Good point.”

I get up and go to the door and a woman is there.

“May I help you?”

“Yes. You is Mr Jones right?”
“Yes ma’am I am.”
“I'm Jenae's mother and she left a note saying she is here.”
“Oh well yes she is. I'm pleased to meet you. We are just having dinner would you like to join us there is plenty.”
“Thanks that would be real nice.” She say smiling.

I open the screen door for her to come in. She is a pretty woman about 30 or so. She is thin with rather ample breasts for her size. She has her hair in micro braids. We head in and I have her take a seat.

“Let me get you a plate and some cutlery. Would you like Orange Sunkist or Coke to drink?”
“Sunkist please.”
“Be right back.”
I hear her as I am heading into the kitchen.

“Girl you need to let me know when youse is gonna leave. I was worried sick.”
“I left a note Momma.
“I know I was just not looking for it.”
I come back in carrying a glass of soda for her and a plate and silverware with a paper towel on top.

“I'm actually Gary Jones I say to her. Not sure why but, everyone calls me Mr Jones.”
“Well, my girl better to show you the proper respect.” She says looking at her daughter. “I am Jen.” She adds.

“Well, Jen I am glad to meet you. It seems as though the swing set I got for Kenny and Jenny is a draw to the neighborhood kids. I don't mind as I work from home. When Sammy said Jenae was home and sick by herself I had her go get her. I didn't want her by herself. I hope you don't mind.”
“No its fine she says getting food on to her plate. I was just worried is all.”
“I do apologize for that.”
“Its fine Mr Jones. I done heard a lot about you from Dee. She say you a good man. I be knowing Dee since we was little girls. She say she trust you with her kids. I know you be fine then.”

“I just wasn't thinking. I just thought of a little girl home feeling crummy by herself. I just couldn't let her be home alone. I hope you don't mind.”
“No its fine. Anytime she want to come down here is good.” She says taking a bite of chicken.

After the children are done eating they all take their plates into the kitchen and rinse them off. Jenny comes in with a wet wash cloth and wipes off the table. All of this without being asked.

“You got them trained good Mr Jones.”
“I don't think its training. I think its appreciation. Or maybe fear I wont get more KFC in the future.” I say smiling.

“Could be all of it.” she says chuckling.

“Could be.” I am done eating and Jenny takes my plate and washes it off for me. Then she comes back and sits on my lap and as always is fiddling with my ring. Spinning it around. She does seem to like to do that. I think in my head one day I need to get her one of her own. Then selfishly think. Then she wont fiddle with mine anymore and I like how it feels. I will I'm sure get her one someday. Whenever I think about it. As Jen and I are talking Dee walks in the house.

“Mr Jones I smell me some fried chicken.” I hear her say. “Oh hi Jen how you doing girl?”
Then they talk back and forth for a while. As they are talking I scoot Jenny off of my lap and she helps me do up the dinner dishes and we laugh and talk while we do. Jenae is back on the couch surfing through channels and the others are outside playing. Once Jenny and I get done with the dishes she helps me clean the rest of the kitchen. She loves to mop. I don't know why and I don't question it because I hate mopping.

So for the next month or so that's how things went. Jamal still hasn't gone home. His mom doesn't seem to care. Nor do I. I love him very much now and I know he loves me. We are still doing sex things. But, I never push it. He always asks me. Jenae stays the night often as well. I haven't yet touched her though she has asked several times. I do think about it. I did catch her and Kenny and a few other boys doing things. I don't care they are young. They are learning about their bodies and found out they can feel great. I am up to feeding about forty children lunch every day. It is getting to be rather expensive and I don't know how much longer I can do it. But, I will figure out a way. I cant let them go hungry. But, now its so many every day that I have got some picnic tables and I got a couple tables on the porch. I have them line up by age so the youngest get to eat first. Then the older ones. Sometimes I even get a few elderly people join the lines. But, we meaning me and the children didn't think it was good for them to wait in line. So we have them sit at the tables and we take them some food for lunch. Sometimes I just have sandwiches. Other times I find a special on chicken leg quarters and I make up a ton of chicken and sides for them. Everything was going really good until one day this kid about 16 years old comes up. I could tell he was a gang banger just from how he walked let alone his attire. He walks up and cuts in line in front of a bunch of the little ones. As we had just started.

“Gimmie sumthin to eat.” He says after he has pushed a half a dozen kids out of the way.

I glare at him.

“Sure. Get to the back of the line and when its your turn.”
“Fuck all dat. I ain’t waiting.”
“Then you get nothing. If you cant have the common courtesy to stand in line you get nothing.”
I could see the fury in his eyes and he pulls out a gun.

“You gone give me somthin to eat and now.” He says pointing the gun at my head.

OK I wont lie I was fucking mortified. But, I wasn't about to be pushed around by this little fuck.

“You want something to eat?”
“Yeah.”
“Then get to the back of the fucking line.”
“I gone kill you.”
“Then you will eat whatever they serve in prison and I assure you it ain’t as good as this. But, you do what you think you need to do.”
With that he overturned one of the tables. Thankfully it was the table I had drinks on so no food got wasted.

“You ain’t heard the last of this.” He says and takes off.

I look down at the little guy in front of me after he takes off.

“You ready to eat. I made some BBQ chicken today?”
“Yes sir Mr Jones. Wasn't you scared?”
“Sure I was. But, I also wanted to make sure all you little ones got to eat first. You just cant let people push you around.” I say and get him a leg quarter and some mashed potatoes. He takes the plate.

“Thank you Mr Jones.” He says a smile on his face revealing his missing front teeth.

“Anytime my little friend. Now go fill up your belly.”

After lunch was over I went in to clean up. On days I cook its a hell of a lot of mess to clean. But, you know what its not too bad. Because a lot of the kids are so happy to help because they got a good meal. Its so rewarding. But, its getting pretty expensive. You figure feeding 40 children every day seven days a week it adds up pretty quick. Granted I have almost no expenses. But, food isn't cheap. I bought a deep freeze so when I catch specials I can get a lot more. Like I found pork chops for $1.49 a pound. I got a hundred pounds. I keep buying meat packages to save and to get more for the money. But, even that way its expensive. I figure it costs me around $60 a day. But, I do give them chips and peanut butter and jelly twice a week and that's kind of cheap. After I get everything cleaned up I go and sit on the porch. The kids are all playing and having fun. When a older Cadillac pulls up. Its bumping along with loud rap music. I actually know the song. Its T.I. I like him. Four guys get out all gang bangers and walk up to the porch.

“Boss wants to talk to you. Come on.”
I see the guns in their waste bands I think well fuck this is it. Today is the day I die. At least I was helping children. Maybe I should have let the kid cut. No fuck that. No respect given means no respect received. I get up and I get in the car with them. I'm in the middle of the back seat. I'm not excited about this. I mean who would be going to their impending death. But, I also want to get away from the children because I don't want any of them hurt. I love each and every one of them. I know all of their names and they are all great. We pull up to a house a few miles away and we get out and they lead me inside. Its very dark and smells of weed. I see in the corner the kid that tried to cut earlier smoking a blunt.

“Where he at?”
“In da kitchen.” He says taking another hit and holding his breath then eyes the blunt.

We walk in there and I see a young guy about twenty five sitting at the table.

“So I hear you disrespected one of my boys today?”
“I am sure that's his take on it.”
“Whats yours?”
“Well, I just had the children line up and I feed the youngest to the oldest. It seems fair that way. Then we take plates to the few elderly that show up. Your guy comes up and shoves his way to the front of the line and demands to be served before the little ones. Now I don't know how you feel about that. But, to me that's fucked up. The babies need to eat first.”
“Snake get your ass in here now!”
In a few seconds the kid “snake” I guess is in the room.

“Man say you cut in front of the shorties wanting to eat. That so?”
“Well, yeah. But, I didn't want to wait.”
“You know my little cousin she eat over there all the time right. So your fat ass need food more then my baby cousin?” The man says clearly pissed.

“No it ain’t like that.”
“How it be like then?”
Snake just sits there and tries to think of how he can talk his way out of this. The boss he just looks back to me.

“Mr Jones is that right?”
“Yes sir.”
“How much this costing you?”
“A lot. To be honest I have been working a lot of extra to pay for it. But how the hell can I tell these children no I cant feed them go away and be hungry?”

“True dat. Lets go for a ride.” He says smiling at me.

“Sure.”
OK maybe I'm not going to die today. I'm thinking that's a good thing.

We get in the old Caddy. Man its nice all pimped out. He gets in the passenger side and his head man I'm guessing gets in the drivers seat. I get in the back by myself. We ride over to a little local grocery store.

“Lets go talk to this man in here. I bet you ask him he will donate some food to you.”
“You think so?”
“Sure.” He says smiling.

I walk in with the boss and his side kick and I ask to speak to the owner. He comes out a few minutes later. I extend my hand to the little Asian man.

“Hi I'm Gary Jones. I have been helping out some of the neighborhood children giving them lunch every day. Its getting kind of expensive and I was hoping maybe you could help out and donate some things so I can keep feeding the little ones.”
I can see the man is about to say no when he looks over and sees the gang leader. The leader glares at him just begging him to say no.

“I guess I can help some. Say maybe a few pounds of lunch meat and some bread.”
I'm thinking hell yes that's great that's like one meal a week. That will help a lot. The man looks over and the gang leader shakes his head no at him. Mind you I'm not seeing any of this at all.

“Gosh that would sure be helpful. That would help me at least one day a week. That would be great!”
“I think maybe I can do better then that.” He says looking at the gang leader who shakes his head yes at him.

“How about I donate say ten pounds of lunch meat a week and say ten loaves of bread?”
“Wow that's amazing. I think that would help out a lot. Thanks. That's really generous of you.”
I'm thrilled someone is helping me.

“And anything you need to buy I will sell to you at my cost.”

The leader is smiling at him now.

I shake his hand enthusiastically ..

“Wow thanks. You don't know how much this will help. Seems like every day more hungry children show up and I am always worried I wont have enough. With your generosity I wont have to worry about that now.”
He is smiling a genuine smile at me now.

“I'm glad to help.”
“Thanks so much. I really mean it.”
As I am thanking him the gang leader walks up.

“Mr Lee you ain’t got to pay no more.”
“Really?”
“No you ain’t gotta pay protection no more.”
“In that case I give him a few hundred pounds of sugar and Koolaid. every month so they got something to drink.”
I am so excited I hug the little man.

He is laughing at this point as am I.

“You welcome.” He says hugging me back.

The gang leader and his “helper” and I walk back out to the Caddy.

“Wow that's great. You realize how much that helps?”
We get in the car and he smiles at me.

“Glad I could. I know you been feeding lots a kids round here. I also know you be a sex offender. So I ast my baby cousin if anything be going on. She say you never be nothing but nice. So why you do it?”
“When I was a boy my mom had it hard. She had me and my little sister to take care of. She worked all the time to try to make ends meet. So because she worked so much we hardly got any food stamps. So we ate good for a couple of weeks at the first of the month. Then towards the end I went to bed hungry a lot. I know what its like to be hungry. Its not a good feeling. I cant stand to see these children around here knowing they are hungry. The government wont help. The churches wont help. Someone has to right. I mean shit if we cant feed our kids what fucking good are we? We live in a rich ass country. No reason any child should have to drink a shit ton of water before bed to make his tummy feel like its full so he can go to sleep like I had to do.”
“Man I know that feeling. You do too dontcha Dwayne?”
“Sho nuff.”
“Take us back to Mr Jones house.”
“Please call me Gary.”
“Nah you is Mr Jones. You deserve that respect.” The gang leader says.

“I'm sorry but, I don't know your name.”
“I'm Mitchell. But everybody just calls me M.”
Mitchell. I think. Not really what you would think a gang leaders name would be. But, its a nice name.

“That's a nice name.”
“Thanks.”

We get back to my house in a few minutes. When we pull up all the children stop playing and look over at the car just knowing I'm going to get thrown out all bloody and beaten. I step out of the back of the car. I see lots of smiles. Mitchell gets out too. He walks around to the drivers side which is where I got out as its closest to the house.

“You a good man Mr Jones.”
“Nah I just do what anyone else would do.”
“Nah you be helping these kids when no one gives a shit about some little niggas. You care about them.”
“How can you not. Just look at all of them playing and having fun. Isn't that what childhood is supposed to be like. Not having to worry about eating. Or bills or stupid shit like that?”
“You right about that.” He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a wad of cash. He hands it to me.

“This ought to help a while.”
I look at the wad of cash in my hand. Its got to be five grand. OK I know I shouldn't have. But, I just couldn't help myself. I wrapped my arms around him and gave him a big hug.

“Thank you so much. I bet this will last the rest of the summer and then a lot of weekends after school starts.”
I'm surprised when he hugs me back.

“You a good man Mr Jones. You need anything or anybody bother you. You let me or one of my guys know. We will take care of it for you.”
“Your a good man Mitchell.” I say and let him go.

I turn around and walk towards the house. I hear the music start to blare from the car as they pull away.

I am grinning ear to ear now that I don't have to worry about how much it costs. Hell just getting it at the grocery cost was great. But, now Mitchell helped out. I mean damn its going to be easy now.

After a few hours the kids had all gone home. Jamal and I were sitting on the porch relaxing. Him sitting in one chair and me in another. Jenny and Kenny were still playing with Jenae when Dee pulls in her drive. She walks over grinning at me. She steps up on the porch and just keeps grinning and looking at me.

“What?”
“You really tell snake to fuck off?”
“I don't know maybe.”
“Well, word on the street is you told him to fuck off and you hugged M in the street in front of your house. Also that nobody better fuck with you or M and his boys will fuck them up.”
“Aw Mitchell is so sweet.” I say smiling.

“He a stone cold thug is what he is.” She says looking at me.

“Ah bullshit. Mitchell is a good man. He has just had to go a harder way because of society. Hes a good guy.”
“Mr Jones you could see good in the Devil.”
“I hear he sings beautifully.” I say.

“See.” She says shaking her head at me.

Jamal has gotten off the chair and sits on my lap to make room for Dee.

“How you dong Jamal?” Dee asks him.

He just smiles and giggles.

“Sounds like a good to me.” She says.

I put my hand on his tummy as he leans back into me.

“I hugged him because he gave me a shit ton of money to help feed these guys. I think he deserved a hug for that. Don't you?”
“I suppose.”
“Jamal why don't you go get Dee a soda.”
He hops off my lap and races in.

“That boy loves you a lot.”
“I love him a lot.”
“Think he will ever go home?”
“I doubt it. To be honest I don't want him to either. Hes like a son to me now. I love him with all my heart. He is such a good boy too. He helps me get all the food ready everyday to help. He knows I would never ask him to. He just does it. Your kids help a lot too.”
“They love it too. They love you and helping you.”
“I love them too. They are two great children.”
“Seems like you adopted Jenae too. She spend what about four night a week here now?”
“Haven't kept track. But, sounds about right. But, her mom works late and we don't want her to be alone at night.”
She just nods as Jamal gets back with her Coke.
“Thank you Jamal.”
“You welcome.” He says and sits back on my lap.

“Your a good boy.” I say and kiss his cheek.

He just smiles.

“I decided baked chicken with potatoes tonight.”
“Oh Mr Jones you can cook a bird better then most black people.”
“I like chicken. I like good chicken so I learned to cook it. It should almost be done. I am going to check.”
Jamal hops off my lap and he goes and sets the table as I get all the food ready. I got potatoes ready to go and mash them up. I microwave some green beans and pull the chicken out of the oven. It looks and smells amazing. Shes right. I can cook a good chicken.

We all sit down to eat and have a nice dinner.

After dinner they all go home and Jamal and I are alone.

“Can we watch a movie Mr Jones?”
“Sure buddy. Why don't you go and pick it out I will be in there in a few minutes.”
“Cool.” He says and races off to choose our entertainment.

Jamal is a really smart boy. I have been teaching him this summer some. He is a little behind it seems from where he is supposed to be. But, he is nearly caught up with where he should be. Which seems odd to me. Becasue he was the first in his class. Thats not really saying much about the Ohio educational system. I grab him and myself an Orange Sunkist and head to the living room. He is naked and sprawled out on the sofa. I take my usual spot and he lays his head on my lap. He is always naked whenever we are alone. I think boys well people really just prefer to be naked. Its a shame that puritans created so much crap like body shaming and things like that. Because he is lovely to look at. We watch the movie and head off to bed. When we get to bed Jamal snuggles up against me and I hold him close and just enjoy the love I feel from him.

"Mr Jones?"
"Yeah buddy?"
"I wish you was my daddy."
I think for a moment how to answer this the best way. All I could come up with was.

"I wish I was too."
We snuggle in and are asleep pretty fast. In the morning I get up and make some breakfast as I know that Dee and her little ones will be over. I am betting Jenae will be here soon as well. As I am making breakfast I hear a knock at the door. I think to myself. Who could that be. All the children just come in. Dee would just walk in. Maybe I didn't unlock the door. But, I am pretty sure I did. I go and answer it and smile when I see Mitchell there.

"Good morning my friend. Please come in. Have you had breakfast?"
He looks at me and cocks his head.

"You always feeding people Mr Jones." He says and smiles. He has a really nice smile. I kind of look him over now that Im not terrified thinking Im going to die. He is a good looking young man about 25 or so. He is about six feet and two hudred pounds. He obviouslly works out as his arms are rather large.
"People got to eat right?"
"Sho nuff."
I see his right hand man is in the car waiting.

"Have your friend come in too. No reason for him to sit out there and be hungry."
He looks at me and smiles. He turns his head and his man sees him and Mitchell kind of moves his head like get over here. His guy gets out of the car and walks up.

"Mr Jones says we need to eat Q."
The man just nods his head and walks in as I open the door for them. I hold out my hand to him.

"Pleased to meet you Q. I'm Gary Jones."
He shakes my hand and smiles. In a very deep voice he says.

"Ever body knows you Mr Jones. Its a pleasure to finally meet you. I'm Quentin."
"That's a great name." I say shaking his hand and smiling. "Now come on in. I am making some breakfast burritos. A little chorrizo some eggs, a bit of peppers and onions and a whole lot of cheese."
"Sounds good sir." Q says in his deep voice. We all walk into the kitchen and sit down.

"You want some coffee or some juice?"
"I would like some coffee sir." Q says.

"Yeah that sounds pretty good." Mitchell says.

I get them both some coffee and put out cream and sugar not knowing how they like it. Q puts a bit of sugar and Mitchell drinks his black. I look at Quentin and he is a handsome man as well. He has long hair in braids and has a nice smile. I start making up the breakfast for them. I had already cut the onions and peppers. I heat up some tortillas and set them in the tortilla warmer. I get out some hot sauce and sit it on the table as well. I put a bowl full of cooked up eggs and fixings on the table. As I do Kenny walks in screaming.

"Mr Jones I is here!"
"We are in the kitchen."
When he walks in he stops dead in his tracks.

"Um Hi." He says to Mitchell and Quentin.

"Hey little man. How you doing?"
"Good." He says eyeing the men at the table. He knows he has been warned about the gangs. His mom says if he joins one he wont have to worry about getting hurt by them. She will take him out herself. I believe her and I am sure Kenny does as well.
So he is a little hesitant seeing the leaders of the gang at my table.

"Sit down Kenny its getting cold. I better go wake up Jamal."
So I head upstairs to wake him up. I look at him and he is just so adorable sleeping I almost hate to wake him. But, I know he would be upset if I didn't. I gently run my hand up his arm and shake him softly.

"Jamal its time for breakfast."

He opens his eyes and looks at me. He smiles when he sees me. He sits up and wraps his arms around my neck and I hold him a for a good minute. Jamal is definitely a boy that likes to cuddle when he first wakes up. Its a nice feeling to wake up and to cuddle with a boy you love.

"We have guests this morning so at least put on some shorts when you come down."
"Kay," He says sleepily.

He has gotten in the habit of running around naked in the house. Personally I don't mind in the least. Its a great sight to enjoy. But, I am thinking with the two men downstairs they may not understand.

After I hold him a for a couple minutes I head back downstairs and see Jenny is sitting at the table eating.

"Morning Mr Jones." She says looking up smiling as I walk into the kitchen.

"Good morning sweet heart." I say and kiss the top of her head as I walk by. I grab myself some coffee and sit down. I start making myself a burrito when Jenae walks in looking pretty as ever.

"Morning Mr Jones." She says and walks up and kisses my cheek.

"Well good morning Jenae." I say and kiss her cheek as she hugs me.

"I made your favorite this morning."
She grins at me and looks at the men sitting at the table.

She sits next to Q as that's the only seat available. She starts to make her burrito and my phone pings. I glance at it. Dee says she is running late and cant join us this morning.

"I swear that woman is on CP time." I say.

Mitchell laughs.

"I don't no woman that ain't."

Q just laughs a deep rumbly laugh.

"Mr Jones whats CP time?" Kenny asks.

"Well, its actually not a very nice thing to say. But, when schools a long time ago. Even before I was born had to let the black children go to school with white children a lot of people weren't really happy about that. So as to not let the students really talk and get to know each other. The schools had the black children change classes after the white children. So that is why its CP time. Its colored people time. Its a kind of joke when someone is always late. But, like I said its really not a nice thing to say."
"That seems stupid.."
"To us nowadays sure. But, back then people were scared. They didn't know what to think. So they did what they thought was best. Obviously it was wrong and based on ignorance. Because they didn't know any better. Or maybe they did and just didn't care."
"I'm glad it ain't like that now." Jenny says.

"Well, we still have a long way to go to make people understand that people are just people no matter what color they are. I figure if someone treats me good. I'm going to treat them good. I don't care what color they are."
"Me neither." Kenny says.

Mitchell and Quentin just listen to me talk to the children.

Jamal joins us and sits on my lap and eats.

"You Jamal right?" Mitchell asks.

"Yes sir." Jamal answers and takes a bite of food.

"I hear you is real smart."
"Nah."
"Now Jamal you finished first in your class. You are really smart." I say nudging him.

"I guess." He shrugs and eats.

"I heard you did that. You go to school with my little cousin. She say you always know the answer when the teacher asks something."
"I try."
"Well, shorty keep it up. We need smart black men to run things."
Once the kids get done eating they take their plates and rinse them off. Jenae even took Q and Mitchell's plate as they were done eating.

"Thanks." Q says and pats the top of her head.

After they get everything straightened up they all want to go play. I tell them absolutely and to have fun. They all bounce out of the house happy like children should be.

"I don't get it Mr Jones why you doing this. I know you like the young ones to fuck. But, you ain't doing that. So whats in it for you?"
"Well, yes I do like children. I cant help that they turn me on Mitchell. But, I also know that if I do I will go to prison for a long time. If I did that who would feed them? But, to answer your question is I guess it gives me something to do. Not to mention all the love I get from them."
"I didn't come over just to visit." Mitchell says.

"Yeah I don't see you as one making a lot of social calls." I say smiling at him.

I get up and start pulling out some pans. I pull out a couple of roasts and put them in and start to season them while we are talking.

"Sorry I don't mean to be rude. But if I don't get these roasts in now they wont be ready for lunch."
I say as I get five good size roasts in the oven.

I start to peel potatoes as we are still talking.

"You do a lot don't you Mr Jones?" Q asks in his very deep voice.

"Its a lot of work sure. But, its rewarding to know that every child that needs something to eat will have a full belly when I am done."
Q just smiles at this.

As I am peeling the potatoes Mitchell pulls out a stack of cards and sits them on the table.

"I gots these for you."
I see that it is a stack of food stamp cards.

"Thank you."
"I figured that most of the people we get these from is parents of the kids you be feeding. Only seems right that the money they supposed to use to feed em actually does."
"I suppose so" I say.

"I had Q right on each card the pin number. You go see Mr Lee and he wont give you no troubles using them."
"Thank you. I know that with your generous help the food will get a lot better for them."
With this he smiles.

"You know your a smart man Mitchell. How come you ain't in college or something?"
"I was for a while. I got a scholarship for basketball. I hurt my knee and the scholarship went away. Wasn't no way my Momma could afford school. So I had to quit."
"Seems a fucking shame."
"Yeah. I was gonna be a big business man."
"Seems like you are in a way."
"Yeah sorta. Anyway Mr Jones we got to get going. But, thanks for breakfast."
"Anytime." I say smiling.

"I think you mean that."
"I do. Why wouldn't I?"
"Well lots a people wont have me in their house. They don't want no drama."
"I suppose I can understand that. But, you two are always welcome in my house. And if Snake behaves himself he can too. If not I will put him in his place again."
"Yeah I been trying to talk sense to that nigga. He ain't too smart though."

"Maybe he needs to go somewhere else. If he isn't doing what you ask."
"Mebbe." Mitchell and Quentin leave in his older Caddy and I head to the porch after I got the rest of the things ready for lunch. I am sitting and drinking coffee and watching the children play. I look at my phone and its pushing 11 now. I am thinking I need to get up and go take out the roasts as they should be pretty close to done. I have almost convinced myself to do this when A young lady walks up holding a toddler in her arms and holding the hands of a little boy who is about 4.

"I'm sorry but, lunch isn't ready yet. But, if the babies are hungry I can get them a snack real quick." I say to her.

I look at her a minute and think she is very beautiful.

"Nah we ain't here for that. Q told me to come help you. Says you need it."
I smile when she says this.

"Hes a nice man thinking of that."
"You ain't got to live with him." She says chuckling. "So what you need me to do?"
"I don't know really. I never had much help before. The children help some. But, other then that I don't know. First off why don't you let the children go play and we can sit and talk a minute. You want some coffee or a soda or something?"
"Some coffee be real good right now." She says and puts the toddler down.

"You two go play and be good." She says to them. They like all children see the others and race over to join the fun. I go in and she follows me.

"It look good in here now Mr Jones. I used to know the people that live here befo. It was a mess."
"Its been a lot of work that's for sure. I'm sorry you know my name. Yet I don't know yours."
"Its Sharne."
"That's a pretty name for a pretty girl."
"Thanks Mr Jones." She says smiling.

"How you take your coffee?"
"A little sugar is all."
I pour her a cup and put the sugar on the table. She sits down and I pullout the roasts.

"Damn that smells good." She says smiling.

"I try to give the children a good meal a few times a week. Its pretty expensive. But, now that Mitchel and Quentin are helping. Its a lot easier for sure."
"Damn you got some balls Mr Jones."
"How so?"
"Don't nobody call them that."
"They never told me not to."
"They mus have mad respect for you then." She says and sips her coffee.

"Nah they are just nice guys is all."
"Mr Jones you see the world a little different then most people don't you?"
"No. I don't think so."
I put the big pot of potatoes on to boil so I can make mashed potatoes for them. I also pull out a few bags of green beans from the freezer. I get myself a cup of coffee and sit down and we chat a little.

"So how long have you and Quentin been together?"
"Forever. We met when we was in third grade. Been together ever since."
"So he is loyal then?"
"He bes be or I cut his pecker off." She say smiling.

"Not what I meant. But, your funny I like you."
We talk a little about her children and there ages. She tells me they are a handful but, wouldn't trade them for the world. As we are talking I hear a knock at the door. I think its odd because if the children have to use the bathroom then they just come in.

"That's probably Shay,"
"Who?" I say getting up to answer the door.

"Shay be M's woman."
"Ah." I say acting like I understand.

I go and there knocking on the door is a goddess. She should be a model she is so lovely.

"Mr Jones M say I needs to come help you."
She has two children with her. A boy and girl both around 7 or 8.

"Sure come on in. If you want the children can go play with the others."
"Go on now git." She says.

They both look at her and giggle, then race off.

"They was asking before I knocked if they could play."
"Please come on in. We are having coffee and getting everything ready."
She follows me to the kitchen.

"Girl where you been?"
"I been busy with the kids Sharne."
She says defending herself.

"Me too. Maybe I just better then you." Sharne says pulling her leg.

"Whatever girl." Shay says.

"Mr Jones I don't know what M wants me to do. I cant cook for shit."
"She ain't lying." Sharne says smiling.

"Fuck you girl." Shay says laughing.

"No for real Mr Jones. I cant cook shit. So I don't know what I am going to do to help."
"Well, I could use your help with the serving. That would be nice."
"I can do that."
"Great." I say and pour her a coffee. She sits down and I stir the potatoes and pour the green beans in another big pot. I add a good scoop of butter so it will be tasty. A little salt and pepper and put on low heat.

I sit back down and we all chat a little while. I like them and they seem to like me as well. I get up and start carving the roasts. Sharne gets up and starts on the potatoes. Its pretty heavy and I figured I would have to help her to lift it to drain the pot But, she is a lot stronger then she looks. I have Shay get the plates out. I got a ton of them at a yard sale for a quarter apiece. I also got some silverware at the dollar tree. I figure why waste money on stuff you throw away. I may need that money to feed another child. I actually figured out it would cost me around $4 a day to use disposable things and I thought I don't want to do that. Not to mention the amount of garbage I would be creating to throw into a landfill. Don't want to do that either. I got a dishwasher so that helps a lot. It is usually three loads to get everything clean. But, its not so bad. Usually I use it for one load and end up hand washing the rest. So it saves some time. But, when I'm lazy I say fuck it and it takes half the day. When she has the potatoes done I go out and holler at the kids to come wash up. Jenny, Kenny and Jamal come in the kitchen and wash their hands. Then they grab some plates and carry them out. As the children get done washing their hands they come in the kitchen and grab something to carry out as well. I carry out the four gallon containers of Kool Aid I made last night that have been sitting in the fridge getting cold. I go back and grab a bag of ice and smash it up and put it in the container I have been using for it. So the ladies and I go out and the littlest ones are in front and smiling waiting for lunch. The ladies and I feed all the children and I start making plates for the seniors that are there. The ladies help me by taking the older people their lunches. Its so sweet I think as they are passing them out. I see they Shay has her hand on one gentlemen shoulder talking and laughing with him. Sharne is doing the same thing. Its nice to watch. I see the children are starting to get done and they are scraping there plates into the garbage can I have for that. I tell you what not much food goes in the can that's for sure. The little ones when they scrape their plates put them on a little table next to the trash. The older ones when they scrape their plates they take the stack of dishes to the kitchen for me to wash. One thing I have to figure out is the cups. No matter what I do I am still picking up cups at the end of the day from the lawn.

The ladies follow me in and have them sit down and I make each of us plates. Which finishes off the food I made. I cut it kind of close today I think. Next time I will have to make more just in case.

"Damn this is good Mr Jones." Sharne says.

"You ain't lying girl. This man can cook." Shay agrees.

"Its Ain't Tiffany's. But, I do alright."

"You need to open a restaurant. Shay says.

"Odd I keep hearing that." I say and scratch my cheek.

We have a nice time visiting. They are funny for sure. They help me do all the dishes and pans up. When they leave they both give me a hug.

"See you tomorrow Mr Jones." Sharne says.

"You two are coming back?"
"Sho. You need our help and you a good man Mr Jones."
"Shoot that and I want ta eat again." She says laughing.

I just smile at her and think how good my life has become. Now that I'm no longer a hermit. I let myself get out there and found people that accept me for me. All quirks included. Around about 4 I start making dinner for me, Kenny, Jenny and Jamal. Though I have a felling Jenae will be joining us too. So I make a nice chefs salad. I then make some baked chicken breasts and some broccoli. Funny the kids wont eat it with the cheese sauce on it. I think its because I don't. We have a nice dinner and as has become the custom when the children come in for supper Jenny grabs my mail. Which makes me happy I don't have to do it

"Here's your mail Mr Jones." She says and hands it to me.

"Thank you Jenny."
"Sure Mr Jones I like helping you."
"And I like you helping me. Oh look a birthday card from my sister."
I say as I open it up.

"Its your birthday Mr Jones?"
"No not yet. My grandma used to get my sister and my birthday mixed up every year. So my sister and I thought it was funny so now on her birthday she sends me a card and on mine I send her one."
"Your silly."
"Yes I am." I say and make a funny face at her and make her laugh.

"So when is your birthday Mr Jones?"
"In two weeks. As a matter of fact. Two weeks from today."
"How old you gonna be Mr Jones."
"Don't know I'm so old I forget." I say and smile.

"Whatever." She says and walks away from me.

So I go about finishing up dinner and we all eat and have a nice evening. After we eat Dee gets home and I send her children home with a plate for her I do that when I don't want company in the evening. She gets it. Sometimes you just want to be left alone. Or, in my case just me and Jamal left alone. I really love that boy. He is really something special. I wish his mother could see it. But, she is in her crack induced haze at this time in her life. I hope one day she realizes she is destroying her life and very well may have destroyed a great boys life in the process. Jamal and I get the dishes done.

"Mr Jones can I watch that movie again?"
"Buddy you have seen it like 20 times now."
"I know but, I like it."
"Alright. But, if I fall asleep again you cant make fun of me."
"Mr Jones I never make fun of you."
"I know I was just kidding. But after I get to watch mine."
He rolls his eyes at me.

With that I walk in and turn on the TV and put on his movie he loves. Since the others are gone he is naked and on my lap. I like him on my lap. Naked or not its nice. Its not sexual well usually. Its just nice to hold someone. When his movie is over its pushing 8.

"Why don't you go get your bath?"
"Will you wash me?"
"Have I ever said no?"
He thinks a minute and smiles.

"No."
"Go get the water ready I will be there in a minute."
He bounds off my lap and heads up. I hear the water start and I follow up after. He gets in and I start washing him. As I am I hear a knock at the door.

"I better go check it might be Dee."
"Don't she just walk in?"
"Yes but, I have been locking the door when you take your bath so I don't forget." I say as I get up from the side of the tub.

I head down and to my surprise Mitchell is there with what appears to be a boy. I open the door.

"Good evening Mitchell. To what do I owe this surprise?" I say and smile.

He smiles back.

"Mr Jones may I come in a moment?"
"Sure you are always welcome in my house." I say and step aside allowing him and the boy entrance.
"Please grab a seat. You want something to drink?"
"A coke would be nice." Mitchell says.

"You want something young man?" I ask the boy.

He nods no.

"Be right back."
First I run upstairs and let Jamal we have company and he will have to finish himself. Which he doesn't like because well I usually blow him after and he loves that. But, he accepts it. I head back down and grab us all a coke and walk back into the living room.

"So whats up Mitchell?"
"I need a favor?"
"Sure so long as its not hurting anyone I'm your man." I say laughing.
"I got guys for that Mr Jones." He says smiling.

"So what do you need my friend?"
"Well, its a mess for sure. I need you to watch my little cousin here for a while."
"Sure." I say.

"You ain't gonna ask why?"
"Not my business. I figure it must be pretty important if you asked me."
"See Mr Jones hes a faggot. His daddy caught him with another boy and was fixing to kill him. Cuz he said he ain't having no faggot as a son."
"So he is gay." I say emphasizing gay. "I don't have a problem with that."
"I know Mr Jones its why I brought him here."
"Well, I would guess his dad isn't changing his mind anytime soon. So I am thinking I have him what until college?"
Mitchell just smiles and I know yes that's the case more likely then not.

"OK. He can stay until then if he needs to."
"You can fuck him if you want."
"I don't know him."
"So you likes boys around his age right?"
I look at the boy and nod. He looks kind of scared.

"Mitchell I cant make love to someone unless I love them. So just fucking him ain't gonna happen. But, thank you for the thought."
"You a weird man Mr Jones. But, in a good way that's for sure."

"Does he have any bags?"
"No he ain't got nothing." He says digging in his pocket.

"I got it Mitchell. I'm not doing it for money. I'm doing it because a boy needs somewhere safe to live. I been there. Its not fun."
"You sure Mr Jones?"
I smile at him. Mitchel just nods back.

"Well, if you need anything. I do mean anything. You let me know."
"Well, a guy pissed me off the other day at the grocery." I say half joking.

"We got him. Whats his name?"
"Mitchell I'm kidding."
"I ain't Mr Jones. If you need anything you let me or one of my boys know."
"I sure will. And hey thanks for having the ladies come over it was a real help. I know they will get tired of it and want to stop. That's OK I been doing it on my own for a while so I got a pretty decent system down."
"You kidding me those two ain't shut up about you and feeding them kids since they got home. Talking about how they can help more. Shoot my girl says she wants to learn to cook now. I should be thanking you."
I laugh at this.

"I like those two. They are fucking hilarious."
"Who you telling?" He says smiling.

We sit in silence a good thirty seconds.

"Mr Jones I got to get going. But, as I said.…"
"If I need anything let you know."
"Yes."
He gets up and leaves. I let him out and lock the door behind him.

I sit back down and I look at the boy. Hes so small and looks terrified. He is maybe five feet tall. About 80 pounds or so.

"I am Gary Jones. You may call me Gary if you like. Whats your name?"
"Tremay." He says very softly.

"I like that. It sound nice."
He smiles a little bit.

"Are you hungry?"
He looks at me like he isn't sure how to answer.

"I will get you something. We had some left overs. I hope you like it."
I get up and go get the leftovers on a plate and put it in the microwave. I grab an orange Sunkist for him because I have found the children prefer it over coke. I open it and pour it in a glass. Granted it ain't Tiffany's. But, at dinner we drink from glasses. The microwave dings and I take it out. I make sure its hot and walk back out with it. I sit it on the coffee table with the drink. Some cutlery and a paper towel.

He looks at me still looking scared.

"Look Tremay you are going to be here a long time it seems. So you are going to have to get used to me. I will never hurt you on purpose, and I will never lie to you. You are going to be a part of my family. So please loosen up a little. Trust me I know what its like when your dad or in my case step dad has no tolerance for gay people. Mainly men they never seem to think too badly about two women. Never made sense to me. So yeah I know what a belt feels like as it tears a cross your back. I know what its like to feel a fist collide with your head and knock you down. Just because when you were born your mind was programmed to be gay. So Tremay you eat, and think about that. Because I need to go check on my boy who is upstairs in the tub. I will be back in a few minutes. If you want to look at something on TV the remote is right there. If you need anything just holler or come up stairs. If not. Jamal and I will be back in a few minutes."
He nods as I say this. I get up and heading up the stairs I look at him and he hasn't moved towards the plate.

"Eat." I say pointing at him smiling.

He half smiles and scoots forward and gets the fork.

"Good boy." I say and head the rest of the way up the stairs. I walk into the bathroom and Jamal is still in the tub.

"Is they gone?"
"Kind of."
"So they coming back?"
"No. Jamal we have guest staying with us. Hes a nice boy named Tremay."
"How old is he?"
"I don't know."
"Why he here?"
"He needs someone to take care of him for a while."
"You ain't gonna stop loving me are you." He say eyes starting to well up.

"Never. I will love you until the day I die then after too."
He smiles.

"I wish you was my daddy."
"I know. But, you are my boy." I say smiling at him.

He smiles at this.

"I always want to be your boy."
"You will be until you are a man. Then you will be my man Jamal. All smart and with a degree. Making fat cash."
He giggles.

"Super fat baby."
I start laughing at him.
"I love you so much." I say and lean in to kiss him.

"Um so can we um...' He says looking at his hard cock under the water.

"I think we need to wait and see. I don't want to freak him out. Mitchell says hes gay. But, I don't want to force anything on him he doesn't want. Just like I never have you."
"He will want it. Trust me."
"Maybe. Now lets get you out of the tub and dressed in at least some undies."
"Do I have too?"
"How about some basketball shorts?"
"Least it all tight around my nuts." He says smiling.

I grab the towel and lift him out of the tub and put him on the bath mat. He reaches in and pulls the plug and I dry him off like always.

Once I am done I pat his cute little ass and tell him to go get shorts on. He races off and I walk back downstairs. I thought maybe I should have told Jamal to be nice to him. But, I have never seen Jamal be anything but, nice to people. So I don't have to worry about that. When I get to the living room Tremay is sitting with his back against the back of the couch. His feet poking over the side of it.

"Wheres your plate?"
He looks at me scared.

"I washed it sir. Is that OK?"
"Is that OK? Are you kidding me? That's fantastic." I say grinning.

"Imagine that a dirty dish I don't have to wash. I'm overjoyed. I wish you always lived here."
"I can do the dishes all the time if you want?" He says softly.

"No buddy we have lots and lots of dishes. I wouldn't have you do that. But, you will have chores to do. I don't know what yet but, probably take out the trash and little things like that. I think that when you do them at the end of the week I will give you say $10 to use on whatever you want."
He looks at me confused.

"What Tremay?"
"You gone give me money for doing stuff?"
"Yes. Its work and I think work should be paid."
"You pay your boy?"
"Every week $10 just like you will get."
He smiles for the first time.

"OK." He agrees. Like I need his permission to give him money or something. But, he is going to be a hard egg to crack. That I can tell. He has had a lot of abuse I can just tell by how he acts.

"So my boy asked how old you are, I said I didn't know."
"I'm eleven."
"That's a good age. When I was your age I was 11 too."
He looks at me a second and then it clicks and he smiles.

"Mr Jones um can I use the bathroom?"
"Yes and you don't have to ask. Its right there when you walk into the kitchen its in a little cubby. I better show you." I say and get up.

I walk him in and the door is inside the pantry. Why I have no idea I didn't design it. I turn on the light for him and he smiles at me.

"I will be in the living room when you are done."
"Kay." He says meekly.

I go back out and hear Jamal thundering down the stairs like only a little boy can do. He hits the landing jumping from three stairs up. He looks around.

"Where he at?"
"In the restroom."
"Oh." He hops on the couch, and I sit in my usual spot. He slips up on my lap. After one incident he no longer hops on my lap. I am thankful of that. Because that has happened to every guy at one point or another. Not a fun feeling that's for sure.

"Now we will let him choose what to watch. Its his first night here and we want him to feel welcomed."
"Sure thing Mr Jones." He says looking up at me and smiling.

"Your a good boy." I say to him which elicits another smile.

When Tremay walks out Jamal jumps off of my lap and races to him and wraps his arms around him.

"Welcome to our home." He says.

Tremay has no idea what to do. So he hugs the smaller boy back.

"Um thank you."
Jamal lets go of him after a good minute. When he pulls away I can see Tremay got a stiffy from the hug. He moves it to a comfortable position trying to be sly. But, I'm a boy lover I see these things. I may not see a wreck happen right in front of me. But, a boy touches himself, especially with wood. I see that every time.

Jamal comes and sits on my lap again and Tremay takes the end of the couch.

The remote is on the coffee table and Tremay didn't start a movie or a show or anything so we have blue screen. I reach up and grab the remote and hand it to Tremay.

"Tonight you get to pick what we watch."
"But, what if you don't like it?"
"Doesn't matter. We both watch things that the other doesn't like. But, we don't mind because we are together."
"Yeah. He watches some really boring stuff."
"I like documentaries and you learn from them too."
"Yeah but TV is for fun not to learn stuff."
"Its for both." I say tweaking his side.

His skin is so damn soft it always amazes me when I touch him. He giggles when I do.

Tremay is looking and he picks a show.

"Oh I love this show." Jamal says.

"I've never seen it." I say.

Its a show on Disney.

So Jamal scoots around to fluff me up I guess. We sit and watch for a while and I see Tremay staring at us. Not in a bad way like I want to kill you staring. Just curious staring.

"Mr Jones?" Tremay asks during one of the many Disney breaks.

"Yes?"
"You wont never lie to me?"
"He never lied to me." Jamal says.

"So Jamal is your son?"
"No I wish. But, I am his boy." Jamal says proudly.

"Yes you are." I say and kiss the top of his head.

He looks at me confused.

"Tremay sometimes a man and a boy have special feelings for each other. More then just regular love. If that happens like with Jamal and myself then I am his man and he is my boy. We will love each other until we die."
"Then after too." Jamal adds smiling.

"And then after too." I say tickling him.

Tremay smiles as I tickle Jamal. I stop after a few seconds and Jamal settles back in.

"I like this show by the way. We will have to watch it again. Is it on all the time? Or just certain days?" I ask.

"Its on all the time. But, the new episodes come out on Sunday nights." Tremay answers.

After the show I ask Tremay.

"Buddy why don't you show Tremay the house and where he will be sleeping."
""Kay. C'mon Tremay." Jamal says grabbing his hand.

Tremay gets up and follows Jamal up the stairs.

"This is Mr Jones office. We ain't allowed in there unless he is. I spilled a coke one day on a puter. So now we cant go in there."
"Did he whip you?"
"No. But, I could tell he was real mad. I told him he could because he was so mad. All he did was say he was disappointed in me. I tell you what I would rather had a beatin. That hurt way worse letting Mr Jones down."
"He seems nice."
"He real nice. Jus wait you see. This be the bathroom. In here be where you sleepin." He says and flips on the light. "This be the closet all my stuff in there. I move it out when you get stuff."
"Are we sharing the bed?"
"No I sleeps with Mr Jones."

"Why?"
"Cuz I gets scared a lot and I was always winding up in bed wit him anyway. So one day he says why don't you just start out in my bed. That way I ain't got to make yours every morning when you jus in it a little bit. So that's why I does it."
"Oh I thought maybe he made you do stuff."
"No Mr Jones never make me do nothing I don't wanna do."
"Well, M said Mr Jones wants to fuck little boys."
"He do. But, he ain't never ast me to do that. But, I know he wanna do it."
"Will you let him?"
"Mebbe."
"If you do will you tel me what its like. I really want to try it."
"Sure. If'n you want I can do it to you?"
Now mind you I can hear all of this. I'm thinking this is interesting. For one and most he may let me? My cock got half mast at that. It went full staff with I can do you if you want. I may cum if he says OK.

"We better not yet. Mr Jones seems real nice But, he may get mad if we do stuff."

"No he wont."
"I just want to wait until I know for sure."
"It ain't real big or nothing. See. So it wont hurt. Onliest reason I wont let Mr Jones is I'm scared it will hurt."

I imagine Jamal showing his cock to Tremay, and oh my.

"I ain't scared it will hurt. I read lots of stories and it always hurts at first then it feels good."
"Its gotta feel good. Cuz why else would you do it? You can touch it."
I hear Jamal moan.

"Can I see yours? Cool. You is like Mr Jones you ain't got the skin on it." Then I hear Tremay moan.

I am guessing Jamal is stroking him and I know for a fact he is very good at it.

"We better get back downstairs." Tremay says.

"Sure. But, I swear Mr Jones wont care."

The boys come back downstairs after a minute or so. I am guessing they got some final touches in because when they came downstairs they were both wearing tented shorts. Tremay had it looks to be about the same size package as Jamal. I nice stiffy three to three and a half inches of rock hard boy cock. It looked good. Jamal returns to my lap and Tremay sits in the middle this time. So he is getting closer that's good. I mean he is going to be here it looks like for seven years or so. Oh shit seven years. What have I got myself into. I look at the little guy and smile. He catches me and smiles back.

"You know you can sit with us and cuddle too. That is if you want too."
He looks at me smiles, then scoots over next to me. I put my arm around him and we continue watching the Disney channel. I remember Disney as a boy. It was movies like Mary Poppins and Herbie the Love Bug. Now its not any of that. I'm not saying its bad. Its just different. I know they made a new Herbie movie. It didn't have the same magic the others did. It was well garbage. Kind of like what happened to the Karate Kid franchise with the girl and the most recent one. Now I do like to watch it. But, that's just because Jayden is so damn cute. Horrible movie adorable boy means I will still watch it. As time wears on he starts to snuggle in a bit better. He feels nice next to me. I like the feel of him next to me. After this episode he asks me.

"May I go use the bathroom?"
I look at him.

"Tremay if you have to pee in the middle of the night are you going to come wake me up and ask me if you can go to the restroom?"

"No." He says seriously.

"Then why are you asking me now?"
He looks at me and gets the message and goes to pee. When he comes back he stops in the door way.

"Mr Jones you want another coke?"
I feel my can and its empty.

"That would be great thank you. If you want one you may have one as well."
"Can I Mr Jones?"
"How many have you had today?"
"Jus the one."
I look at him trying to remember. I know he wouldn't lie to me on purpose.

"Alright. But, you go get it. Tremay isn't your servant."
He hops off my lap and heads to the kitchen. Well crap now I'm hungry. Its 10:30 I should just go to bed. But, with it being summer Jamal and I have been heading to bed around 11:30 or so. I get up and walk into the kitchen.

"I was getting it fast as I could I'm sorry." Tremay says shaking looking at me with fear in his eyes.

"You are doing fine. I was just coming out because I am kind of hungry and thought I would make some popcorn. You boys want some?"
"YEEEESSS!!!!" Jamal says.

"So that's one. Tremay?"
"Yes please."
"Aight then." I say to be funny. Which is not laughed at.

I make up two bags of microwave popcorn and pour it in a big bowl. The boys are back on the couch. My coke sitting in its pace and the empty has been removed. Nice I like this. Tremay has his can sitting on a coaster and Jamal well does not.

"Jamal please use a coaster."
"Oh sorry." He says and slips one under it.

"Its just that.…" I start.

"If you take care of your things they will last a lot longer and will work better."
"Exactly." I say and point my finger at him and click my tongue.

He smiles. Some people would think he was being a smart ass. But, its just how he is. He wants me to know he hears what I say and remembers. it. We sit on the edge of the couch and I put the popcorn on the coffee table. I have a boy on either side as we snack. I look at Tremay fingers as he grabs a piece of popcorn. They are very nice long slender fingers. He is the color of coffee with cream. He stands probably four feet tall he is not thin but, certainly not fat. He is sturdy I guess I would say. He is a nice looking boy. His hair is cut to his head. He has nice ears they are kind of small but, cute. He has a nice fulls set of lips and brown eyes with flecks of lighter brown in them. Its hard to explain. But, if you've seen it you know. He is putting a piece of popcorn in his mouth and he starts to laugh. I smile as he puts the kernel in his mouth. I wonder how long its been since this poor guy has been able to relax. I put my hand on his back. At first he jumps then he sees its me and smiles and goes back to the show. I lean back as the boys continue eating the popcorn. I like popcorn but, when I have had my fill I'm done. Sometimes I go on binges and eat it every day for months. Then not at all for ages. I know I'm weird. We had established that I thought. Anyway. I lean back and I gently starts running my fingers up and down the boys backs. Jamal is shirtless since his bath. So I'm feeling his smooth skin as I run my fingers u and down his back. I wish Tremay would take off his shirt so I could feel his skin. After a while I stop. When I do both boys lean back into me and snuggle in. I wrap my arms around both boys and think. Who would have thought. When the show ends I ask Tremay if he wants to take a bath before we all get to bed shortly.

"Yes please."
I get up and he follows me upstairs.

"Now I don't know what you usually sleep in. But, I'm going to get you one of my t-shirts and you can sleep in it tonight. I want to wash your clothes so you will have something clean for tomorrow. Then we will head to the Walmart and get some more clothes and a few toys or something for you."
"Its OK Mr Jones I don't need nothing. Besides we can go to goodwill and get clothes its a lot cheaper."
"It is I will give you that. I have no issues getting things there. But, this time I want to get you brand new things."
"OK But, not a lot."
"OK not a lot."
Now my definition of a lot and his will vary greatly.

I start the water.
"Feel and make this the temperature you want."
So he does. I go and get him a towel and a shirt. I come back and he is slipping off his underwear with his back to me.

I just shutter at the loveliness that is Tremay's ass. Now in these stories the boy is always perfect and he has an amazing body. But, this time holy shit its true. Its as if the hands of the gods came down and formed the most perfect boys ass to ever exist. He turns his head and looks at me over his shoulder and smiles. My cock is hard so fast I felt my blood pressure spike.

"Here is the towel and shirt for you." I somehow manage to say.

When he turns to take them I notice he stares at my bulge. But, I cant say anything I was staring at his swinging two and a half inches of pure boy fun. I lick my lips. I put the toilet seat down and put the on top of it.

"I will be downstairs if you need me."
"Can you stay?"
"Well of course." I say my cock twitches in agreement.

I move the shirt and towel and sit on the commode and he climbs in the tub. He starts lathering himself up. I was so hoping he would ask me to wash him like Jamal did. He washed his face first. It was cute when he squenched his eyes shut. I wiped off his face with a towel when he was done. I hate having water in my eyes. Soap even more so. He smiles.

"Thank you."
"Your welcome."
We start to chat just about the shows we watched as I watch him wash his lovely little body and daydream of what I would love to do with him. After we are gone about ten minutes Jamal shows up in the doorway.

"Mr Jones I was scared. I heard something outside."
"I'm sure its just your imagination. Like always."
I think he is looking for an excuse to be with us. If that's the case that's fine. He comes and sits on my lap and feels my hard cock press against his butt. He looks at me and smiles.

I just smile back.

"Mr Jones if'n me and Tremay was to do sex stuff would you care?"
"No why?"
"Cuz we was talking and Tremay was wanting to have someone put their wiener in his butt. I said I would. But, he said you would get mad."
Tremay is shaking in the tub with fear now.

"No I don't care. So long as you guys both want to do it and no one is making anyone do anything. So if you guys want to do that. I'm OK with it. But, I want to be there the first time so I can help you so you guys enjoy it more."
OK so I lied a little. I want to watch oh god I want to watch. But, I really can help instruct them how to do things to satisfy their pleasure.

"You really wouldn't get mad and beat us or nothing?"
"No. Boys like to try new things. Especially at your ages. Sex is not some dirty thing like people say it is. Sex is a way to feel good and make someone else feel good as well. Its a way to show your love towards another person. Or its just a way to feel good. Personally I prefer the love. I have had the other and it leaves you feeling kind of empty inside."
"Tole you he wouldn't care." Jamal says. Not in a mean way. Just stating a fact.

"Well, Jamal I am guessing you aren't going to get any cleaner. I'm actually getting kind of tired. I think its time we all head to bed."
Both boys nod their agreement. When Tremay gets out I start to dry him. He looks at me and smiles.

"My Momma. used to do this when I was little."
"I like to do it."
"Yeah I have Mr Jones wash me. He makes me feel nice." He says in s dreamy voice.

I just know he is thinking about me sucking him off. Its become kind of a ritual. He gets a b&bj. Bath and blow job. At bedtime he always likes to suck me off. Its funny because as soon as I cum he is asleep in minutes. I laughed and told him one time its his sleeping juice. He giggled and went to sleep."
Point proven.

As I was drying him he got hard and tried to cover it.

"Its OK buddy happens to everyone. No reason to be ashamed of such a fine looking cock."
"You think its fine looking?"

"Sure. What do you think Jamal?"
"Mines better." He says pulling his shorts down showing his hard little nail.

"I think they are both mighty fine." I say and give each boy a couple strokes on their peckers.

I put the shirt on him after that and walk him to his room. Jamal following.

"Jamal I don't need your help tucking him in. I will be in my room in a minute." I say nicely.

He smiles and heads to my room. I guess its really our room now. Not sure. Tremay gets up in the bed and he slips under the covers.

"I just want to let you know that I'm glad your here. I know that in time we will really grow to love each other. I think you are a good boy and I know you will be happier now that you are somewhere you can be you. You wont have to be scared to say things or do things. If you ever want to ask me a anything I will answer you and wont get mad. Now if you get scared or need anything in the night just come in my room and get me. Or climb in the bed. That's what Jamal used to do. After a while I just told him to start in there."
"Yeah he told me. Said you was tired of making the bed for no reason." He say smiling.

"Yes I did say that. Now remember if you need anything I wont get mad OK?"
"OK." He says and smiles. I kiss him on the forehead.

"Good night Tremay."
"Night Mister Jones."
I tuck the covers around him. Then I head to my room.

When I get there Jamal is on top of the covers naked as a jay bird slowly stroking his cocklet.

"Mr Jones will you give me the tingles." He says softly.

"Sure buddy. Lets just wait a few minutes until Tremay is sleeping."
"Kay.' He says smiling still stroking. His two fingers sliding up and down. It looks so amazing. I like when he gets a good feeling and sucks in his tummy. It turns me on I cant help it. We sit there for about ten minutes Now I should have turned the light off I know this. But, I wanted to see my boy play. I love it almost as much as I love him. But, without it I would still love him. He is such a great child. I look and its been another five minutes so fifteen in all. We have been softly chatting a little to pass the time. I figure he is sleeping. So I go down and take my boys hardness into my mouth. He gasps as I do and puts his hand on the back of my head. I slowly starting bouncing and letting his cock slip in and out of my mouth. It feels amazing his hardness slipping between my lips. I take it out and swirl my tongue around his swollen purple head. He lets out a loud moan and is trying to get it back in my mouth. I decide to tease my boy for a little while and I lick down his shaft and suck in his balls.

"Oh I love when you do that." He pants.

I suck each nut in and roll it around on my tongue. I slide back up and engulf his boyhood again. I slip down and take it all in and lick his balls on my way down. He seems to really enjoy this as he has started pumping up into me. I know when he does this it wont take much longer. Within a minute of him starting I hear him peep. Then he shoves his cock in my mouth as far as it will go and I can feel it pulsing in my mouth. I savor his youngness in my mouth until he pulls himself free. Because I started to twirl my tongue around it and he is much to sensitive for that. I swear one day I want to tie a boy down just so when he gets that super sensitive keep going and just see what happens. But, I doubt I ever will. But, it is a neat thought I think. I lay on the bed panting and I crawl back up and lie next to him putting my head on the pillow He looks me in the eye.

"Mr Jones I love you."
"I know you do Jamal. I love you too."
He smiles, and starts to scoot down.

"I figured we shouldn't do that tonight." I say.

"But, your leaking." He says grabbing my cock.

"I always leak when I suck you. Its because I love seeing you so excited."
"I know when you are this leaky it wont take too long."
"Well, you have a point." and I look and its been half an hour since I tucked Tremay in.

"Alright, go ahead." I say and smile.

In all my years I never thought I would try to talk a young boy out of giving me a blow job. I think I was serious too.

He slips his body down mine with my cock still in his hand. He strokes me softly as he does. Oh it feels so amazing his little fingers a light grip around my shaft and I feel his mouth slip over the head.

"Oh."
Is all I can manage to say. He is right I am very worked up. He is straddling my chest and I am running my hands over his lovely ass. I spread his cheeks and look at his little star. Oh man how I would love to enter that. But, like him I think it would hurt him and I don't want to feel good when he is in pain. That's not love. But, I do wet a finger and start playing with his hole. I have never really done this. A little when he is in the bath. But, not like this. I slowly insert the tip of my finger in him. He doesn't move away. So I slip it in to the second knuckle, and hold it there. I slide it out a little and push back in. I find his little inner button. I start tapping it with my finger and he does something unexpected to me. He starts humping my chest. I can feel his cock is rock hard. I pull his ass up and I see his lovely cock there hard as steel. I stick out my tongue and pull it to me. I slide it into my mouth and continue slipping my finger in and out of him. He is pumping his hips pushing himself into my mouth and slipping my finger in and out. I am so fucking sexed up right now I want to shove my cock in his ass. Its what keeps going through my mind. I slip my finger the rest of the way in and he doesn't seem to slow any. If anything he speeds up. I think in for a penny in for a pound right? So I pull out to the tip of my finger and slide my middle finger next to it and slowly insert them to the first knuckle.

He moans. I think in pain but, doesn't stop on my cock or mouth. I give him a few seconds and slide them in to the second knuckle slowly. He does slow down the pumping into my mouth. But, not on my cock. I find his button again and well he sped right back up. I'm thinking oh my god he is so tight and so warm. I watch as my white fingers slide between his two lovely black globes and into his tight little ass. I slide them all the way in at this point. I give him a moment to adjust and then I start sliding them in and out as fast as I wish he would go on my cock. Which he starts to do. He is pounding his little guy into my mouth so hard it hurts. But, not in a bad way. He starts moaning around my cock constantly instead of sporadically and he shoves his cock in my mouth to the hilt and I start tapping his button and when I feel the first pulse of his cock and his ass grip my fingers I let loose of my load. I shoot six hard volleys into his eager little mouth. I watch as his throat moves as he swallows which only makes each blast more intense. I shove up into him as I am coming and get about half my cock in his mouth and the back of his throat. I can feel his throat swallowing around the head of my cock. I am moaning around his cock and he is shaking he is cumming so hard. I let loose of my last dribbles as he milks me dry. I let loose of his cock and it pops out and he lets me slip from his mouth and we are both panting and sweaty.

"Mr Jones.....that......was......awesome......." He says panting.

"Yeah." Is all I can manage to say.

Once we catch our breath he slips up next to me and wraps his arms over my chest and I put my hand on his ass like always.

"We gotsa do that a lot. At first it hurt a little. Then it got to feeling really good. I didn't know what to think it was so cool."
"I liked it a lot too."
"You wanna put your tally in me?"
"I think I would. But, I think it would hurt too much." I say thinking.

"Yeah it might at first like yo fingers. But, I bet it starts feeling really good like Tremay say he thinks it do."
"Its what I read anyway." We hear and both jump.

We look over and Tremay is on the doorway.

"I didn't mean to spy. I just saw what you were doing and I just couldn't stop looking." He says thinking I am going to beat him or something.

"Well, what you saw if you tell anyone could get me in a whole lot of trouble. I would go to prison for a long time. So please don't tell anyone."
"Mr Jones I'm good at keeping secrets. I wont tell no one. But, can I try it?"
"What part?"
"All of it and more." Tremay says smiling. I can see his cock is hard under my t shirt.

"Maybe you can suck on Jamal. He is young and gets hard a lot. But, I'm kind of old and pretty sure I'm done for now."
"Can you suck on me while I do.......and maybe the finger thing?"
"Yeah I can do that for you."
I put Jamal on the bed flat and sure enough his cock is hard. Maybe still hard with him who knows. So Tremay climbs up and I position him above my mouth and suck him in.

"Oh that feels so good." He says as he slides his mouth over Jamal's cock. He starts bobbing and starts slipping in and out of my mouth.

He slides off Jamal and says to me.

"Do the finger thing. I really want to feel that."
So not wanting to let him down. I know a hell of a sacrifice on my part. I lube up a finger and push it gently in his rear. I hear him moan as I do. This boy is definitely going to be a bottom I can see from his reactions. Because he pushes back on my finger until it is all the way in.

He then starts moving back and forth pulling his cock from my mouth. I greedily suck it back in and keep better pace with him. He seems to really be enjoying this a lot. I release his cock, and start stroking it.

"Tremay you want Jamal to put his cock in you?"
He pulls of Jamal's cock in a millisecond.

"Yes!!!"
"Really for real?" Jamal says.

"Yes please." He says almost begging Jamal.

Jamal slips out from under him and I lube up Jamal cock with my mouth and then have him line up and push in slowly. Well, that was the intention. Tremay once he felt it impales himself with it.

"Oh god that's so good." He says and starts rocking on it.

Jamal grabs his hips and starts pumping into him like a little boy always does. Fast and hard. Tremay has his cock in his hand and is stroking furiously. He is panting and loving every second of Jamal's cock in his ass. He lets out a few moans and I can tell he is hitting his peak. He is moving erratically and saying.

Oh crap over and over again. Then I see his body tense and Jamal's eyes open wide and he really starts slamming into him even faster which I didn't think possible. I see Jamal tense up and shove his cock in to the hilt. So I know he is cumming too. Once he is done he pulls out his cock and looks at it and smiles.

"I liked that a lot." Jamal says.

"Yeah it felt reeeal good." Tremay says as he collapses onto the bed.

"Mr Jones you gotsta do that to me." Tremay says.

"Me too. Me too." Jamal says.

"Well guys it ain't gonna be tonight. Lets get some sleep."
I turn the lamp off and the boys snuggles up to me.

I am thinking how lucky Jamal is being able to make love to Tremays perfect ass. I am amazingly starting to bone up as Im thinking about it. It doesnt help or hurt depending how you look at it that two sweet young boys have their head on my chest and I can feel their breath blowing across my nipples. They are running their fingers through the hair on my chest and I am in boy lover heaven. I feel them slowing their hands moving and they eventually stop and I feel them both slipping off into the land of Nod. I however, could not find sleep as easily. I kept thinking are all little boys this horny? I know when I was a boy I constantly had an erection. I must have played with it five or six times a day then. I wish I would have had some nice boys like them to help me. I kept thinking about the boys saying they wanted me to make love to them. My cock was raging hard. Yet, somehow I finally find sleep and dream of nothing but, boys, boys, and more boys.

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