Date: Sun, 24 Aug 1997 22:41:57 -0600 (MDT) From: Boy-writer Subject: John Allen (M/b) - part 3/8 JOHN ALLEN (M/b) - part 3 The story continues. As I said before in part 2, this is a real slow-moving one, with actual characters in it. I like it that way, but if you don't, well, that "n" key is real near your right index finger. The story so far: John Allen has inherited a mansion in a wealthy suburb of a large East-coast American city, where he lives with his Costa Rican servants, Jorge, Maria, and Carlita. They are fiercely loyal to him and aware of his predilection for boys, which he is trying mightily to control. Having a background in education, John has set himself up as a child and adolescent counselor, but one boy - Jeremy - has got him all turned around. Jeremy, 13, has brown hair and green eyes and is violent and deceitful but to-die-for cute and very passionate. Chapter 8 ----------- A few of John's patients were away on vacation with their parents, and he found himself with Saturday afternoon free. He chuckled to himself, thinking of those poor kids being dragged all over Europe to deadly boring museums and musty old cathedrals, building new neuroses for him to deal with. No, he'd never lack for patients. Of course, fine Episcopalians like these kids' parents were, they'd never take them to the beach at Nice - or to the Greek islands, one of John's favorite places. His chuckling didn't last long, though, as the previous day's session with Jeremy was soon on his mind again. He saw in the paper that a carnival was in town and drove there, hoping to take his mind off the kid that seemed to be taking it over. As soon as he got there, he realized his mistake. The place was filled with cute boys. They were blond, brunette, with black hair and red, some young, some older. They were all wearing shorts, showing off their bare little legs - and they all reminded him of Jeremy. They all had smooth little faces and kissable lips. John walked into a Porta-Potty and arranged himself, putting his hardening dick straight up in his pants and buttoning his sportcoat. He decided to try the shooting booth, figuring it would give him something else to concentrate on. For a while it didn't seem as though it would work; boys kept coming up and standing next to him. Needless to say, John kept missing the baloons. Finally, he found himself standing next to a man and a woman (her husband was standing behind her giving her directions). At last John could concentrate and won a little teddy bear. It had cost him $23. John looked at the teddy bear and decided he needed more stuffed animals for his office. The younger kids calmed down a lot when they held one, and sometimes he could carry on a conversation with the animal, getting the kid to talk more. He got in his car and drove over to Toys R Us and loaded a cart with them. He thought about Jeremy and got a few pair of kneepads for himself (his shins were pretty bruised up from the last couple sessions). He laughed to himself and got a soccer ball for Jeremy - something for him to kick that didn't have skin and nerves. Chapter 9 ----------- The following day, Sunday, was another slow day. One little girl who wasn't getting along with her stepfather came by around noon, and that was it. John was still thinking about Jeremy. He found himself getting angry at the girl and hoped she didn't see it. He realized what he needed to do. John called an old friend of his in Costa Rica, another American expatriate. Mike didn't answer, so John left his number on the machine. A few hours later he called back. "John, how are you? Haven't heard from you since you moved back to the States! Don't you care about your old friends any more?" "Sorry, Mike, I've been busy - but you can come visit me if you're up here again, you know." "Well, as soon as I get my new passport straightened out I'll come. Would you believe - this time I'm a Spaniard! Ole!" Mike laughed. Mike had had so many "identities" it was a wonder he knew who he was any more. John thought Michael was his real name but he couldn't be sure. If it was available, Mike knew where to get it - drugs, guns, cops and prison guards on the take, customs officials that would look the other way - Mike knew who to call. "Mike, I need a favor." John told him the city, told him he was looking for a boy for the night. "Discreet, right? After all, you're a respectable man now, I hear," Mike laughed again. He knew about John, had found him some high-class boy hookers in Costa Rica when the street boys had gotten boring. "Wait a minute." John held the phone for a long time. He wondered if Mike had forgotten about him. Mike came back. "Okay, John, listen. You call Enrique Gonzalez at 555-6432. He knows who you are, I just talked to him. It's going to be expensive, though, but I suppose that doesn't matter much to you." John said no, it didn't matter; he knew that even street boys cost a lot of money in the States, if you wanted anything more than a blow job. He also knew that if Mike recommended him, Enrique would have the best. Mike told John that Carlos, one of John's favorite boys in Costa Rica, had been caught by the police and was facing a rough time in prison. John said he would wire Mike some money to get Carlos out. Chapter 10 ---------- Enrique lived in the Hispanic ghetto. Not too many Central Americans around here, though - mostly Puerto Ricans. Some boys were tossing a ball in front of the building; they looked John up and down, seeming to know what he was there for. John gave them $5 each to watch his car. The hallways of the apartment building were filled with trash and smelled of urine. John knocked at Enrique's door, and a large Hispanic man answered. A girl in a baby-doll nightie ran into a back room. Enrique had heavy gold chains around his neck and smelled of cheap cologne. He was wearing a powder blue suit and a silk shirt open at the neck to the third button. John introduced himself, and Enrique shook his hand. The man's hand was large, sweaty, and soft. Enrique smiled, showing several gold teeth. In constrast to the hallway outside, the apartment was spotless. The furniture was Scandinavian and new. There was a faux polar-bear-skin rug on the floor. There was a big-screen TV in the corner and a VCR with a number of tapes on the rack beneath it. What looked like another VCR, larger than John had ever seen, with several slots for tapes stood beside it. John sat on the white couch opposite; it was very soft, and his knees almost rose to his chest as he sat. "So, Miguel told me you want a boy," Enrique smiled. "I have the best boys here. Mucho dinero, though, eh?" He laughed. John nodded and reached for his wallet. Enrique stopped him. "No, no problem. You pay later. I start the tape for you, OK? You see which one you want." He put a tape in the smaller VCR and started it. "I'm kind of busy, you see? But you no want girls." He laughed again. "I be in the bedroom. You just knock when you see what you want. They do anything you like." Enrique walked off to the bedroom and the girl with the baby-doll nightie. She couldn't have been 15. John looked at the screen, wondering if he had made a mistake. The tape came on, and a boy of about 11 was taking off his shirt. He rubbed his hands on his smooth little chest and ran them down his sides. He turned around and shook his little fanny at the camera and slowly took off his shorts. He shook his naked ass at the camera, then stood up and smiled. He said, "Hi, I'm Pablo." There was a brief blank spot on the tape and a black boy of about 15 came on. He was wearing a leather jacket and torn blue jeans. He pulled back the jacket and ran his finger around his nipple, which had a gold earring in it. He ran his hands over his crotch, then opened his jeans and held his big dick in his hand. He looked at the camera and said in a mock threatening voice, "I'm Lawrence." The tape went on like that for some time. John was getting hotter and hotter. He wanted all the boys but didn't want to stop the tape. Eventually a little white boy came on. He looked about 12. He held a skateboard on his shoulder; the hair on his forehead was wet. He put the skateboard down, sticking his little ass in the air. He turned around and felt under his shirt, then slipped it off. He put his hand in his pants and stroked himself, putting his head back. He turned around and pulled down his shorts over one cheek, then looked coyly over his shoulder and said, "Hi, I'm Joshua." He had green eyes. Green eyes. John stopped the tape and walked over to knock on the bedroom door. The bed stopped creaking, and soon Enrique answered in a bathrobe. John couldn't see inside. He paid Enrique. Enrique gave him a copy of the tape. Chapter 11 ---------- John picked up Joshua at a Metro station on John's side of town. Joshua was wearing cotton shorts, a t-shirt too small for him, and low sneakers with no socks. John put his hand on Joshua's leg, and the boy pulled his legs apart. They drove to John's house. Maria and Carlita were cleaning the entryway as John walked in with Joshua, and Jorge was cleaning out storm gutters in front of the house. John knew it wasn't chance they were all there to see him, and he caught Maria and Carlita smiling at each other. He realized that he had been kind of short with the staff lately. They were obviously relieved that he was getting back into the swing of things. John walked Joshua back to his bedroom, which had a gigantic four-poster bed. He picked up Joshua and threw him on it. Joshua started stroking himself through his shorts, looking up at John. John took off his shoes and socks, then his sportcoat and threw them in the corner, not looking where they landed. Joshua started to pull off his shirt. John grabbed his hands and put them to his sides. John took off his tie and tossed it in the corner, then unbuttoned his shirt. The boy went back to stroking himself, looking up at John. John undid his belt and his zipper and let his pants fall around his ankles. He left his boxers on. He got in bed and lay next to the boy. John looked into the green eyes and thought of Jeremy. He shook his head, but the thought came back. He ran his hand down the boy's slim side, then reached his feet and pulled the sneakers off, tossing them off the bed. He brought his mouth up and kissed the little pink lips gingerly. Joshua opened his mouth, and John put his tongue into the willing mouth. He felt along the kid's sides, his thin arms, then grabbed the bottom of his shirt. John pulled away from the boy's mouth, and Joshua lifted his arms as the man pulled his shirt off. John held the boy's bare chest against his own as he kissed him again. Reaching down, John cupped one of the boy's ass cheeks in his hand through the fabric of his shorts and squeezed it. Joshua shivered a little. John knew it was an act but was turned on even more anyway. He pulled his mouth away again and ripped the boy's shorts off in one movement. He felt the smooth hip but didn't touch the precious little ornament nearby. John observed that they were both fully hard now. John knelt in front of the boy and told him to take his boxers off. Joshua got on his hands and knees, sticking his smooth little ass in the air and obediently reached up. "No! With your teeth!" John commanded. Joshua snatched the waistband of John's boxers with his teeth, above the throbbing dick. He pulled them out, then down, John's dick hitting him in the forehead. Joshua pulled down to John's knees - then John grabbed the sides of his boxers and pulled them all the way off. Joshua leaned forward to suck John's dick. John let him lick it but wouldn't let him put his mouth on it. He ordered the boy to suck his balls, which Joshua willingly did. John ran his hands down the sides of the boy in front of him, squeezing the hairless little ass, reaching under to touch the hard, hairless little cock and balls. John ordered the boy to stop and got behind that little ass, running his tongue from the balls, over the little line between his legs, up the crack. Joshua moaned. John came back to the little pink hole and licked all around it. Joshua put his hand on his chest and began to play with his nipple. John stuck his tongue in and licked all around the inside, savoring the smell and taste of a boy - something he realized now he would never stop loving. John moved his tongue into the boy, and Joshua moaned again. The boy reached for his dick to stroke it, but the man slapped it away. He didn't want this hot little boy to cum too soon. John moved his tongue in and out as the boy moved back against him. John stopped and pulled the boy over onto his side and lay behind him. He took his dick (8" now that it was hard) and rubbed the tip over the boy's crack. He came back down and stopped at the hole. He grabbed Joshua's arms and held them to his chest so he couldn't hit, scissored his legs so he couldn't kick. He drove the head in. Joshua jumped, then started to moan again. John kissed him on the cheek and said, "It's okay, Jeremy, I love you." Joshua was surprised but didn't say anything. John felt the boy loosen up and pushed in more. He reached around and started stroking the boy's dick. Joshua started to breathe more heavily, obviously liking the hand on his dick. John pushed all the way in, resting his balls between the boy's legs. Joshua gasped and John felt him start to go soft. John kissed his cheek again. He whispered in the boy's ear, "Don't worry, Jeremy, this will make you a man." He started to stroke the boy's dick faster, and soon he was hard again. John waited for a few minutes, then started to move in and out slowly. The boy's ass was tight but had obviously been used before, though perhaps not by one of John's size. It felt great. John felt the boy's thigh, then drew his hand up the inside of it and went back to stroking Joshua's dick. John started moving in and out, faster and faster, keeping his hand going on the boy's rod the whole time. Suddenly he felt Joshua's dick jump a little and felt his ass muscles tighten. It was time. John fucked the boy as hard as he could. He pulled himself tight against Joshua's ass as he filled it, simultaneously feeling warm cum on his hand. Joshua laid there for a few seconds, then started to shift. John came back to reality, and the boy pulled away from him. Joshua went to the bathroom. The boy came back and smiled at John, giving him a kiss on the lips, but with no tongue. He put his clothes on as John watched on the bed, spent. "That was great," he said. "You were wonderful.... By the way, who is this kid Jeremy?" Chapter 12 ---------- The servants were there again as John and Joshua walked out, smiling like Cheshire cats. John didn't look at them. He took Joshua back to the Metro station and gave him $100 tip. Joshua thanked him and went into the station. It hadn't worked. John had had a boy from the city, not some street boy, either, but a real high-class hooker - and it still hadn't worked. He had fantasized about Jeremy the whole time. For a moment he felt a pang of guilt toward Joshua, but it passed. The boy was a professional. For the rest of the week, he was curt to the staff. He apologized to them all the time. He bought Maria a diamond necklace and Carlita a bracelet. He didn't know what to give Jorge, so he gave him a gold pocket-watch. John was ever the good counselor with his little patients, but he found his mind wandering. They didn't notice, he was pretty sure. Some of them seemed to be getting better in spite of it. The problem remained. John paced the grand parquet floors of the unused wings of his mansion. He knew what he ought to do. He ought to cut it off, tell Jeremy's parents he couldn't see him any more. But to do that now, well, it would break Jeremy's heart. It would certainly break John's heart, but the kid seemed attached to him as well. That elbow at the end of the last session was all the proof he needed. He ought to at least tell Jeremy's father that the boy needed to be held, that he should do it no matter how the boy struggled. He thought of that little accountant fighting to hold the kid down as he hugged him, though, and laughed. Still he should say it. He was pretty sure the old man could hold the kid if he tried. John didn't know, after all, that Jeremy wanted anything more than to be held. Well, Jeremy did like his leg rubbed. John laughed to himself and felt another hardon coming on. Then he thought of Jeremy's dad holding him, rubbing his leg, and he felt jealous rage coming on. His sight went white. What did _that_ man do to deserve Jeremy? John realized that he would continue the sessions, and he wouldn't say anything to Jeremy's parents. He noted to himself that Jeremy hadn't described the sessions to them either. John felt trapped, and high, and horny, all at the same time. He seemed to feel some Great Hand of Destiny pushing him toward boys, and toward this boy in particular. He laughed at the thought and knew it was true. More later ...