Date: Sun, 16 Dec 2018 10:34:03 -0600
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Subject: Life's Been Good To Me So Far by Cutter09 gay adult/youth

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Cutter09

Life's Been Good To Me So Far
by Cutter09

  In my freshman year of high school, I met Bart. He was a nerd, and I was
chunky to say the least. We became best of friends, mostly because neither
of us had many to choose from. Of course we discovered my dad's playboy
collection, and spent many hours driving ourselves nuts with horniness.

  It didn't take long before we were jerking off together, and that led to
jerking each other. By sophomore year, we were sucking each other, both
proclaiming our heterosexuality, but neither having an outlet. Junior year
things didn't improve much and we continued to service each other. Senior
year, Bart had a date or two, neither put out, but at least he was making
progress. We actually took each other's anal cherry on prom night. How sad
is that?

  Bart, being a nerd, got scholarships and went away to school. Being a big
dumb guy, I took a job at a local construction company. When Bart would
come home for holidays and such, we'd get together, and almost always end
up in bed. In my mind though, I visualized the Bart I first met. The young
boy with the smooth body, and very little pubic hair.

  Bart had some Italian in him and it showed up in the form of body hair as
he grew into adulthood. At some point I must have hurt his feelings because
I told him how much I missed the little boy I once knew.

  He had more success with girls in college, and eventually married a nice
girl, Mary. They both went into Social Services, giving back to the
community. Bart became the head of a homeless shelter, and his wife became
a caseworker for child protective services.

  While they mapped out their lives of community service, I worked
construction. I lost my `baby fat' but was still a large guy, standing 6'3"
and two fifteen. I garnered some attention from the ladies, mostly in bars.

  As luck would have it, I knocked up some girl, but I did the honorable
thing and married the tramp. By the time my daughter was five, Tramp
hightailed it with someone else, leaving me to raise my daughter alone.

  As I said, I'm just a big dumb guy. But I take my responsibilities
seriously. I did my best to give Riley a good home, and stable
environment. To me, that meant I couldn't have a bunch of cheap whores
coming into my home, setting a bad example for my daughter.

  So, I took the high road, and ended my sex life. Well, except for
singular pleasures of course. And while practicing my singular pleasures,
my fantasies were always filled with young boys.

  This wasn't a big departure from the fantasies I had when I was
married. I was always thinking about boys even when I was fucking
Tramp. Maybe she got wind of it, and that's why she left. Maybe my gaze
lingered too long on a cute boy at the mall or something.

  Six years after she left me, I got divorce papers in the mail. The bitch
still got half of my savings, but at least I was shed of her. Another six
years later, Riley was ready for college.

  I had been saving money, but not near enough. Even with some scholarship
money, and student loans, it was still going to cost me a fortune. She
wanted to go to some out of state school, which meant higher tuition and
living expenses.

  I figured I would be living in a tent under a bridge somewhere, or in
Bart's homeless shelter, by the time I paid for her to finish school. Don't
get me wrong, I would make whatever sacrifices needed to give my baby girl
a good start in life.

  I had just put Riley on a train taking her away to college. She decided
on the train so she could see the countryside along the way. It was cheaper
than airfare so I agreed even though she had to leave a couple of days
early.

  Anyway, I had decided to pick up some beer and drink myself into a stupor
at the loss of my baby girl. I stopped at a convenience store in a bad part
of town near the railroad station.

  In line with my beer, I noticed the lottery was pretty high. Over the
years, I have played once in awhile, but only when it was really high. I
went over to the little stand where they keep the tickets and took one to
fill out.

  Next to the stand, was a video game. You know, the loud obnoxious
type. Playing the game was a cute boy. I had been alone for twelve years,
and without a boy's company for even longer. My daughter was gone, so I had
no one to hide from. I thought I'd at least talk to him, just to feel him
out.

  About then he kicked the machine and cursed it's existence.

 "I don't think that helps any," I laughed.

  "Oh... Sorry. I didn't see you standing there. Damn thing just beat me
out of my last quarter."

  "Tell you what. Help me fill out this ticket, and I'll pay for your next
game on the machine," I offered.

  "Sure, no skin off me if you want to throw your money away."

  I appraised the kid as he filled out the ticket. Cute, thin, a tuft of
blonde hair sticking up in back. Reminded me of Dennis the menace. He
handed me the ticket, and I gave him a handful of change from my pocket.

  "You forgot to mark the Bonus Ball," I informed him as I examined the
ticket.

  "Most people like to use their favorite number."

  "How old are you?" I asked.

  "Thirteen," he replied.

  I marked the number thirteen.

  After I made my purchases, I went back to talk to the kid some more. He
was involved with his game, and paid little attention to me. I asked what
he was doing after he finished the game.

  "Just hanging out," he said still staring at the video screen.

  "I'm just going home and drinking some beer. I...uh...I hate to drink
alone," I hinted. I knew it was lame, but I was new at this.

  He finished his game and looked at me, sizing me up a bit. "Sorry, but I
gotta jet."

  He left, and I had blown my first shot at a boy's company.

   I sat in my recliner at home, drinking my fourth beer, feeling sorry for
myself, wallowing in self pity. The evening news always flashes the lottery
numbers, and I glanced up in time to notice the bonus ball was thirteen.
Well, at least I won a couple of bucks, that's what it pays for having the
bonus ball alone. More if you have more numbers too. But I had no idea what
other numbers I had, and I really didn't see the rest of the numbers on the
tv.

  A few days later, I stopped at the store I usually go to, grabbed a cheap
sandwich and a six pack.

  "Hi Achmed, (I swear that's his name.) how's it going?"

  "You know. Same as always. Is that all for you today, Bill?"

  "Yeah. Oh, Wait. I got a winning ticket too." I pulled the ticket from my
wallet.

  Achmed scanned the ticket, then froze. He looked at the other customers
in line behind me, then leaned in close.

  "I can't cash this. Are you nuts? You need to take this to the state
capital."

  If I had won a million dollars, it wouldn't have changed my life that
much. I would probably take a few vacations here and there, but I wouldn't
quit my job, and my lifestyle would be no different. I would have saved the
bulk of the money for Riley.

  I didn't have to worry about Riley's college expenses anymore. After
taxes and the cash option screw, I cleared just shy of three hundred
million. Yeah, I quit my job. And my lifestyle was definitely in for a
change.

  After I received the money, I went back to the store where I bought the
ticket. I asked the clerk about the boy.

  "He's a cute kid, kinda looked like Dennis the menace."

  "Oh, you must be talking about Josh. Comes in most every day. Feeds that
damn video game more than he feeds himself."

  "Do you know where he lives?"

  "I think he lives in those apartments across the street. He rides an old
beat up red bicycle."

  I went across the street and found an old red bike chained to a post in
front of apartment 1C. I knocked at the door, and Josh answered.

  "Yeah, can I help you?"

  "Do you remember me?" I asked, though I suspected he wouldn't. It had
been a few weeks since we met briefly.

  "No. Should I?"

  "You helped me fill out a lottery ticket a while back."

  "Oh yeah." He turned toward a closed door. "It's ok Dad," he shouted.

  "We thought you might be a debt collector."

  A rather tired looking man appeared. "Yes Sir, what can I do for you?"

  "Actually I was hoping I could do something for you. You see, Josh helped
me fill out a lottery ticket a while back, and I won a bit of money. I
would like to give him a reward."

  "You see Josh. You should always be nice to people, and people will be
nice to you," his dad said proudly.

  "A reward? Like...could I get a new bike?" Josh asked hopefully.

  "I was thinking of something a little more substantial than a bike. Where
do you do your banking?" I asked his father.

  "Banking? Well, I got a checking account over at City Bank, but I only
got about twelve dollars in it right now."

  "Grab your checkbook and driver's license and come with me."

  We pulled up at the bank in my Mercedes and went in.

  "I'd like to see the branch manager please."
  We were ushered into a glass walled office and introduced to
Mr. Weatherby.

  "I'd like to make a deposit into his account." I said as I wrote the
check.

  Weatherby looked at my check and picked up his phone. When the funds were
verified, he shook my hand.

  "I believe Josh and his dad will need assistance in a real estate
transaction soon. Can you all accommodate them?"

  "No problem. And thank you for your business."

  Josh and his dad still seemed a bit confused, until I handed him the
deposit receipt.

  "Five million dollars! Are you fucking kidding me?" Josh yelled.

  "Would you like to go to dinner with me to celebrate? I'm staying at the
Winchester until I find a house."

  Josh's dad finally found his tongue. "No. first I'm going to buy a
car. Then I'm gonna drive my new car over to the diner and quit my job. I'm
too old to be bussing tables and washing dishes."

  "Can I go dad?" Josh asked.

  "Sure...have a good time. Just drop me at the nearest car dealership," he
laughed.

  Once his dad was out of the car, Josh turned to me and said, "I'm not
really dressed for a fancy restaurant. Can we just order room service? I
don't need to be dressed for that."

  I wasn't sure what he was implying, but I wasn't going to question it.

  He was impressed with the suite, gazing wide eyed all around.

  "Can I use the shower?"

  "Of course. What shall I order from room service for you?"

  "Whatever you think best."

  I heard the shower running as I ordered our food. Soon Josh appeared
wearing one of the robes with the hotel's logo on it.

  "Man! I've never been in a shower as nice as that."

  Josh sat down beside me. "Uh... the food should be here in about twenty
minutes," I offered nervously.

  "Oh good. Maybe you should shower too, before it gets here."

  "Yeah...sure, be right back."

  I couldn't think straight as I undressed and stepped into the
shower. Where was this leading? Am I reading something into it that isn't
really there? Does he want me, or just being nice to repay me?" Do I really
give a shit why he's doing it?"

  At least I knew the answer to the last one. I don't give a shit, whatever
his reason is, hopefully I'm getting boy dick.

  Josh was still sitting on the sofa, but he was turned sideways toward
where I had been sitting. One leg was on the sofa, bent at the knee, with
his foot hanging off. I could see his bare leg up to just passed his
knee. The robe was still tucked modestly at his groin.

  "I'm sorry I was so rude to you that day. I mean, I practically ran from
the place."

  "That's ok," I said.

  "It's just that I've never had anyone come onto me like that. It scared
me a little," Josh allowed.

  I just nodded.

  "You were coming onto me, right? You sorta hinted at going to your place
with you."

  I nodded again and felt embarrassed by it. I finally looked over at
him. The robe was parted exposing most of his hairless chest. I could even
see one dime sized pink nipple. I wanted to lick that nipple.

  "I'm sorry I scared you."

  Just then there was a tapping at the door. I let in the bellman with the
trolley of food. He took several minutes to set up the table, the chilled
wine, and candles.

  Josh and I watched in silence, then I signed the bill, adding a generous
tip.

  I had ordered butter poached lobster with medallions of beef
tenderloin. All of which were completely foreign to Josh.

  "Can I have some wine too?" he asked.

  "Sure. It's a celebration after all." It also couldn't hurt my odds.

  We sat across the table from each other, eating in silence for the most
part.

  Then Josh asked, "So why were you coming onto me that day?"

  "Mostly because I think you're cute as hell."

  "You don't think of me as just a little kid?"

  "Are you old enough to shoot a load?" I laughed.

  "Yeah," he answered blushing slightly.

  "Then you're old enough."

  He seemed to ponder that as he continued eating. It was my turn to ask
questions.

  "If you knew what I wanted that day, why did you come with me now?"

  "Mostly cause I'm curious. You've been really nice to me and my dad, so I
thought `why not give it a try'."

  Was this kid just messing with me? Would he cry rape later. Somehow I
thought not.

  "Have you ever done anything with anybody?" I asked him.

  "A guy showed me his dick in the mall restroom a couple of weeks
ago. Other than that, just me and my hand."

  When we finished the main course, I asked if he was ready for dessert.

  "Can I finish my wine before we do that?"

  "Josh, I was talking about actual dessert. We have cheesecake with
strawberries."

  "Oh. Later maybe," he said realizing I hadn't used dessert as a euphemism
for sex.

  He picked up his wineglass, and went back to the sofa. I followed and
noticed as he sat, his robe parted slightly more. This time as he turned
toward me I could see most of his thigh. The creamy flesh drew my eyes to
it. I wanted to lick that too.

  "Have you been with many guys?" Josh asked.

  "Just one, back in high school."

  He saw me staring at his thigh, and casually untied the belt of the
robe. He opened the left side which was closest to me, revealing that
entire side of his naked body. He kept the right side pulled over his
midsection, keeping it from my view.

  I probably drooled a little, I know I was holding my breath. What I could
see, caused my cock to leap to maximum stiffness. My robe tented, which
drew his attention.

  "I was gonna ask if you like what you see, but I already got my answer."

  He sat there, leg on the sofa, half his nude body on display, and slowly
sipped his wine. The fucking kid was torturing me on purpose.

  Josh drained his wineglass, and set it on the side table. "Show me yours
and I'll show you mine."

  I stood, and my robe flew off me. I was standing in front of him, as if
on inspection by a drill sergeant. My thick eight inch cock pointing at his
face.

  "Holy shit! You got a big dick."

  "Your turn."

  Josh hesitated, I'm sure embarrassed by his still growing dick. He
finally pulled the robe aside to reveal a handsome young dick. It was
barely half the size of mine, with no more than ten hairs at its base. A
nice set of heavy looking balls hung below. Another area that I intend to
lick.

  He got up, leaving the robe behind him on the sofa, turned and walked
into the bedroom. My eyes were drawn to his butt as it swayed away.

  As I entered, he pulled the covers back and lay down. His arm under his
head, one knee bent, totally open and inviting. I lay beside him and drew
him to me. His arms went around my neck, as he surrendered himself to me.

  I could feel both of our hardnesses between us. I wanted to devour him. I
pulled away so I could lick that nipple that had tempted me earlier. Slowly
moving lower kissing every inch as I worked my way down. I licked the
thigh, and those intoxicating nuts before I took his dick into my mouth. I
didn't stop until his knob was tickling the entrance to my throat, and my
nose was mashed into his pubis.

  "Oh fuck that feels good."

 I stopped just long enough to wet my index finger, then returned to his
dick as I pushed the finger into his chute. I didn't know if this was a one
time thing or not, and I wanted a shot at that butt. I sawed my finger in
and out a few times, as Josh thrashed up at me.

  "Do you like that?" I asked him.

  "Mmm yeah. I started using a candle back there a few months ago."

  I got up and retrieved hand cream from the bathroom. He saw it in my
hand.

  "Are you gonna...'

  "Yep."

  Like a contented cat, he rolled over on his stomach, and pushed out his
butt in offering. Damn he was being so pliant. I wanted to taste his cum,
but I wasn't going to pass on this opportunity.

  After stretching him a bit more, I lined up with his pucker and pushed
in.

   "Oh God! Take it easy....Man you have a big dick."

  Josh grunted and groaned, but never said stop. He wanted it, and I was
going to give it to him. Soon my hair was on his butt cheeks.

  "Oh God. Fuck me like a little girl," Josh cried.

  I slid my hand under his belly and pulled him up on his knees. I held him
in place as I pushed in the last inch. His chute gripped me, and I felt a
couple of wet spurts on my wrist as cum shot from his teen dick. His
shoulders slumped down to the bed, so I grabbed his hips and began the real
fucking.

  If Josh was curious, I think this should answer some of his questions. I
plowed that boy like god's green acre. Watching my cock slide in and out of
that tight young butt was the biggest thrill of my life.

  I knew for sure right then that I wanted to be with boys a lot more. I
loved sucking them and I loved fucking them. I knew I loved to be fucked
too, I hoped Josh would be around long enough to do it.

  Josh moaned and pushed back into me, his chute gripping me tight again. I
knew he was cumming and that pushed me over the edge. I shoved in hard and
deep unloading three days worth of cum into his bowels.

  I collapsed beside Josh, and he lay his head on my shoulder, twirling his
finger in my chest hair.

  "Thanks Bill. That was perfect. Just what I needed."

  I thought I had been a little rough on him, and was going to apologize to
him for it. Apparently he didn't think so.

  "Yeah, that was pretty nice for me too," I said instead.

  He rolled out of bed and I watched his swaying ass, as he made his way to
the toilet.

  When he curled back into my arms upon his return, Josh said, "I feel so
lucky."

  "What do you mean?"

  "I feel like a virgin on her honeymoon, and I just discovered my new
husband has a big dick and knows how to use it. That's a lucky girl."

  "Yeah, I guess you're right about that. You were pretty lucky for me
too," I laughed.

  Josh couldn't wait to get fucked again. As soon as he got me hard, he
climbed on and rode my cock. I wasn't complaining. I watched him bouncing
on it, his young dick stiffly bobbing up and down with him. Then it fired a
small shot into my navel, and I gave up my load too.

  I woke up early and showered then ordered us breakfast. As the bellman
set up the table, I heard the shower running.

  Josh came in and got on his knees between my legs. He opened my robe, and
started sucking my cock. He tried to deepthroat it, but it's just too
thick. He kept trying right up until I gave him my cream.

  I took Josh home, worried about what I was going to tell his dad about
keeping him out all night. I needn't have worried though, because his dad
wasn't there.

  In his room, Josh said, "I want that big dick again," while he undid my
pants.

  As he took my limp cock into his mouth I asked, "What if your dad catches
us?"

  "He won't come in my room. Come on, fuck me again."

  We were sitting on the couch when his dad came home.

  "Sorry guys. I guess I celebrated too much last night. Picked up some
woman. I haven't done that in years."

  I told him to have a talk with the financial advisers at the bank, to
learn how to manage his money, explaining how it could last him a lifetime
if handled properly.

  That afternoon I was meeting with Bart to give his organization a large
donation. It was to build them a new facility to house homeless
people. They were sorely lacking space in their current location, which was
rented.

  There were reporters in attendance which I wasn't expecting. Bart
announced the new facility would be named after me, which I also wasn't
expecting. I pledged an annual donation to help support the facility.

  I had already arranged for the bulk of my money to provide me with a
little over a million a month income, so I was going to need a tax write
off anyway. I still had over forty million to play with before touching the
monthly income, so I wasn't worried.

  I had just settled in my room at the Winchester when the phone rang. Josh
wanted more cock. I told him it was a bad idea since I didn't want his dad
to become suspicious, and besides, it was a school night. I promised to
pick him up the following Friday, and I would spend the whole weekend
fucking him, if his dad was okay with him staying with me.

  I had been looking for a house all week, till I finally decided on the
penthouse in a new highrise. I didn't need a yard and all the shit that
went into maintaining a house. The penthouse was expensive, and the monthly
co-op fees were high, but the services and amenities, and of course the
view made up for it. Then I hired a decorator, so it would be perfect when
I took occupancy in two weeks.

  Friday I picked Josh up, and we didn't leave the room until Sunday
night. He wanted to be fucked constantly. And he sucked me to a finish
several times too. He had no interest in fucking me, only wanting to be
"fucked like a girl", to use his words.

  It dawned on me that Josh was headed toward being a `sissy boy' which
really didn't interest me in the least. If I wanted a female, I would find
a female. I really hate it when they look like Tarzan, but sound like
Jane. That didn't stop me from fucking him though. I just knew this was
definitely a short term relationship.

  The next weekend, Josh told me he had missed me so much, that he'd let a
boy from school fuck him. Josh was a slut sissy for sure. I used condoms
that weekend. On Sunday, I explained that he needed to find someone his own
age to be with. He cried, but understood.

  I never thought I would turn down a chance at being with a boy. Then
again, I wanted a boy, not a sissy.

  I was finally in my new place. It was beautiful to say the least, taking
up the entire thirtieth floor of the building. The building had a cleaning
service available, but I needed some domestic help. Bart came to my rescue.

  "I know you need someone, and I really don't have space for her until the
new building is finished," Bart was saying on the phone.

  I didn't really want some street woman working for me.
  "I don't know Bart..."

  "No, I really think you should come meet her. I think you will find she's
exactly what you want," he hinted conspiratorially.

  "Uh...Ok. I'll be right over."

  "We found them living in an abandoned car between the junkyard and the
railroad tracks," Bart said after shaking my hand in greeting.

  "Them? Bart, I really don't..."

  "Just wait here, I'll be right back."

  I was struck silent when Bart returned. There was a woman with him, but I
didn't notice until later. My eyes were on the most beautiful boy I have
ever seen.

  He was about five foot four inches, maybe a hundred pounds. Sandy hair
with sun bleached highlights, soft yet angular features, dimples, huge blue
eyes. His brilliant smile surprised me with how white his teeth were.

  "Bill...Bill. Did you hear me?" Bart said trying to bring me back to
earth.

  "I'm sorry. What were you saying?"

  "This is Rose, and her son, McArthur."

  I shook her hand, barely looking at her face. Then I held an angel's
wing. "McArthur, really? Can I call you Mack?" I asked looking for any
excuse not to let go of his hand.

  "Yes, Sir. I'd be pleased if you did," Mack sang in his angelic voice.

  "I was just telling Rose that you need domestic help. She's not qualified
for much else, but is willing to work hard. Isn't that right, Rose?"

  "Yes sir Mr. Bill. I'll do anything to get off the street."

  "Just Bill, please. Can you cook?"

  "It's been awhile since I've been in a kitchen, but I'll pick it up again
real quick."

  I finally looked at her. Very thin, gaunt even. Stringy hair, though
recently washed. She probably had a shower just before I arrived. None of
Mack's beauty was evident. It was hard to believe they were even related.

  "Ok, we'll give it a try. Grab your things and come with me."

  "I'm afraid this is all we have," she said holding up a threadbare
shoulder bag.

  "Ok, first stop, the mall."

  I took them to a nice department store and gave her instructions to pick
out enough clothes for at least a week, then meet us at the cashier's
stand.

  I found a clerk to measure Mack and told him to get the boy shorts,
jeans, dress pants, shirts, shoes, tennis shoes, socks, and underwear.

  "Boxers or briefs?" the clerk asked.

  I looked at Mack. He shrugged. "Briefs will do nicely," I told the clerk.

  We met up with Rose an hour later, and checked out. In the car, she was
going on and on about her shopping.

  "I haven't had so much fun in years," she ended breathlessly . Then she
leaned over and kissed my cheek. "Thank you Mr. Bill."

  "Just Bill will be fine when it's just us."

  "Oh my god, Mom. Look at this view. I can practically see New York from
here," Mack exclaimed, looking out the floor to ceiling windows in the
penthouse.

  "Well not quite. That's pretty far away." I laughed.

  "It's beautiful Mr. Bill. Where should we put our things?" Rose asked.

  "You can have the servant's quarters on the other side of the
kitchen. I'm afraid there's only one bed in there, so Mack can have the
room next to mine."

  "We can share the quarters. It's no bother," Rose said.

  "Rose, when you were living in a car, did you both sleep on the back
seat? And besides, a boy his age needs his own space, I'm sure you
understand."

  "Uh. Yes, I see what you mean."

  They spent the next half hour putting their new clothes away, and each
returned, changed into new outfits.

  "Mom, you should see my room. It's huge. I have my own bathroom and
there's a big tv on the wall, but I haven't figured out how to work it
yet."

  "I'll see it plenty. It's my job to keep this place clean. And you can
help by not throwing your clothes on the floor."

 "Yes ma'am," Mack replied.

  "Your duties officially start tomorrow. Tonight I'll order some
Chinese. Tomorrow you'll need to go to the grocery store," I told Rose.

  We ate on the balcony, watching the sunset over the city. Later, we all
retired to our rooms. I showered and stroked my cock thinking about the
beautiful boy right in the next room.

  I lay in bed, the evening news on the tv, but I wasn't really paying any
attention to it, when there came a tapping on my door.

  "Come in."

  It was Mack. "I heard your tv. Can I watch it with you? I haven't watched
tv in a couple of years."

  "Sure. Here's the remote. Push the guide button, and It will display all
the shows available."

  "Look, there's a movie starting after the news. Can we watch it?"

  "Whatever you want."

  "I've got twenty minutes. I'll go shower and get ready for bed
first. Ok?"

  "Ok."

  Mack returned after about ten minutes. He was wearing some loose shorts,
and I assumed underwear. I could see his long legs, and bare chest. His
little outie belly button begged for a tongueing.

  He crawled up on the bed, laying on top of the covers. I was under them,
and it's a good thing too. I was hard in an instant.

  "What did you mean when you told Mom a boy my age needs his own space?"

  "Aren't you around thirteen?"

  "Yes."

  "Well you know. Your body's changing. A boy doesn't need his Mom around
watching him all the time."

  His eyes widened in surprise acknowledgement. Then he nodded in thought.

  "How long were you on the streets?" I asked.

  "A little over two years."

  My heart went out to the kid. Two years on the street, damn. That would
mean he was only eleven, maybe even ten in the beginning. No wonder he
didn't know what I meant about his age. Those years are when a boy
discovers what pleasure lies between his legs. He's had his mom around all
the time, poor kid has never really had a chance to find himself.

  I noticed his wet hair, and goosebumps on his shoulder.

  "If you're cold, you're welcome to get under the covers."

  He lifted his butt, and pulled the covers from under him. As he slid
under, he noticed my briefs. I'm sure he could tell I was hard as a
rock. It's difficult to hide eight inches of man flesh.

  The movie started, and we watched, chatting during the commercial
breaks. I learned a lot more about him and his life on the street. When the
movie ended, he returned to his room, and I went to the bathroom to stroke
out my frustrations.

  I took them to the grocery store and gave Rose five hundred dollars. I
went to the bank and opened a household account and got a debit card for
Rose.

  She made a nice dinner that night, then we retired to our rooms.

  Mack knocked on my door just as I started to go shower.

  "Can I watch tv with you again tonight?"

  "You're more than welcome to watch with me, but you know there's a tv in
your room. The remote is probably in the bedside table."

  "Yeah, I found it. But it's more fun to watch with someone."

  "I was just going to shower. Why don't you shower and get ready for bed,
and I'll meet you back here."

  When I emerged from the bathroom, Mack was already waiting for me,
propped up, half under the covers. I was only wearing briefs, and my cock
was at half mast. I walked to my side of the bed, his eyes following me.

  I lifted the covers to get in and noticed Mack was wearing briefs too. I
only got a quick glimpse so I didn't see any detail.

  I settled in, and handed the remote to Mack. It was rather early still,
so he was content flipping through the channels and chatting.

  He was continually looking over at me and smiling about something I said
or some stupid thing on tv. I again was struck by how white his teeth were.

  "Mack, I have to ask. How did you manage to keep your teeth so white
while being on the street? Your mom's have gone dingy and stained."

  "Promise not to be mad?"

  I nodded.

  "I stole toothbrushes and toothpaste from Walmart. Being on the street is
tough. I remember our first night at a camp with a bunch of other homeless
people. There was this old guy, he was dirty and his breath was
horrible. He only had three ugly teeth left. I wondered how he chewed his
food.  I put up with a lot of stuff on the street, but I wasn't going to
lose my teeth. I would brush them several times a day. I used the whitening
paste, I noticed when we would ask people for change, if I smiled, we
usually got it. If I was by myself, people gave me a lot more. Especially
men. Women would give me change, men gave me a few dollars, even fives. One
guy talked to me a long time and gave me a twenty."

  "He only talked? About what?"

  "He was real interested in the material my shorts were made of. He kept
touching it and saying how soft it was. It was over a year ago, and I still
remember this guy."

  "Why is that?" I asked him.

  Mack looked a little embarrassed, then said, "He rubbed the material
right over my... my thing, and said the material was soft, but he bet that
`it' got hard."

  "So it bothered you that he touched you there?"

  "Well, sorta...mostly I was embarrassed that he knew it got hard."

  "It was a pretty safe bet. We all do," I explained.

  "I know that now. I didn't then. Later I asked mom, and she said all boys
get that way. Do you think I could get some water from the kitchen without
mom seeing me in my undies?"

  "There's Cokes in the fridge under the bar over there. If you want water,
there's ice and glasses and a sink there too. There might even be some
bottled water."

  Mack slipped out of bed and I watched his briefs clad butt pad across the
room. I was already chubby from his story, and that just completed my
erection.

  "Do you want a Coke too?" Mack asked from the bar.

  "Yes please."

  When he walked back, I could see a nice bump in his briefs. He wasn't
hard, and it was obviously pointed down, but still a very nice bulge
there. As he got beside the bed, I could make out the ridge his dick made,
and the ballsack beneath.

  He sat the Cokes on the side table, and pulled the blankets back, enough
that my briefs were exposed. My erection quite noticeable. He crawled in,
and there is no way he wouldn't have seen it. Once he slid his feet under
the blanket, he reached for a Coke. He popped the top of the can and handed
it to me. I watched his eyes the whole time, and they were on my briefs. He
got his Coke and opened it, taking a sip, then setting it aside, before
adjusting the cover back over our laps.

  He was quiet for a few minutes, though neither of us was paying any
attention to what was on the tv.

  "Bill, can I ask you something?"

  "You don't have to ask me if you can ask me something. Just ask the
question. I will probably answer it, or I might say I don't want to answer
that. But either way, you can always ask me anything."

  "I'm sorry. It's just been my mom and me, and I don't really want to ask
her things. It's too embarrassing... she's a girl and all."

  "I understand. When I was your age, I had a lot of questions too."

  "So, guys get hard so they can...you know...have sex. Right?"

  "Generally speaking, yes. But sometimes it's just because something got
them excited. Could even be something they were thinking of. I remember at
your age, I was hard all the time it seemed."

  "When you were my age? So, like now... it's different for you? I mean, it
happens only when you get excited?"

  "Yeah, pretty much."

  He turned to reach for his Coke, and I could see his butt under the
blanket a little. Those briefs seemed to hug his cheeks like a second
skin. We chatted some more, though he mostly seemed to be in thought. When
he finished his Coke, he got out of the bed to throw the empty can
away. Then he said goodnight and left. I thought I saw a chubbiness in his
briefs as he exited.

  The next day I showed Mack around the building. On the ground floor is a
large pool and hot tub in a park like setting. Trees and gardens make the
area fairly secluded from people that might be passing by.

  On the fifth floor is a gym, male and female locker rooms, saunas, and
lap pools. Most of the people who can afford this building are too old to
use these facilities. As we passed through the locker room, a man walked
out of the sauna, headed toward the showers. He was in pretty good shape
for his age of around seventy. He was also quite nude. His dick was
probably of average length in his youth, and decently thick. But now, not
erect, it barely peeked out above his ballsack, resembling a turtle in its
shell.

  Mack noticed too, but didn't say anything.

  In the lobby, I introduced Mack to Chad. The young man who worked the
resident services desk. "If you need anything, come ask Chad, or pick up
any phone, and push 1."

  Rose made us a nice lunch, during which, she took a load of my clothes to
the laundry room. When she came out, she was carrying some of Mack's
clothes. She placed the stack of folded clothes on the table next to Mack's
plate.

 "Will you take..."

 I looked at her sternly. "I don't think clothes belong on a luncheon
table. Especially underwear."

  "Sorry. You're absolutely right. I just thought since he was here..."

  I shook my head slightly.

  "I'll just take these to his room," she said picking up the stack.

  That night I was waiting for Mack when he came in. He didn't have to ask,
he just got in the bed. He was wearing his briefs, which showed his nice
bulge. I really couldn't tell much, because he wasn't erect, just that
bulge that captured my attention. I wasn't hard either, but starting to
rise.

  He shivered and pulled the blanket up around his neck. I reached over and
rubbed his shoulder and arm to warm him a bit. He smiled at me and lay his
wet head on my shoulder. My left arm went around him and rubbed his other
side, and my right hand rubbed his chest.

  "Thanks Bill, that helped."

  Even though he had stopped shivering, he didn't move away. And I of
course didn't suggest it.

  "That man in the locker room today looked kinda funny," Mack stated.

  "How so?"

  "Well, his dick looked funny. You could barely see it."

  "He's old, that just happens."

  "Your's doesn't look like that... does it?"

  "I'm not nearly as old as he is, thank you very much," I said
indignantly.

  "Oh no. I know that. It's just that it looked funny, that's all."

  "Yeah, sorta reminded me of a turtle."

  Mack broke up laughing in agreement.

  A minute later he asked, "Can we use the sauna tomorrow? I've never been
in one."

  "Sure we can." I wondered if he knew it was customary to go in nude. He
saw the old guy come out naked, maybe he did know.

  We watched some old movie on tv, only chatting during breaks. He stayed
snuggled close to me, which meant I was hard the entire evening. He
returned to his room after the movie. I returned to the toilet to stroke
out a load.

  I took Mack to buy a swimsuit after breakfast. I suggested a speedo, he
urged me to get a matching one, so we did. When we got home I asked him if
he wanted to swim in the big pool or just the lap pool.

  "Actually, could we just use the sauna today? I'm not a very good
swimmer."

  Who was I to argue? We went to the locker room and picked out lockers
side by side. Fortunately the place was deserted. Mack got a couple of
towels as I began to undress. I was down to my briefs before he even
started. He was looking at my crotch as he pulled his tee shirt off. He
unsnapped his jeans and slid them down. I was just standing there admiring
each part of his body as it was exposed to my eyes. I had begun to chub up
a bit as I saw him in his underwear. If he didn't know about going nude in
a sauna, he was about to find out.

  I peeled my briefs off, and he handed me a towel. He looked at my cock,
then wrapped a towel around his waist. He reached under the towel and
pulled off his underwear. That didn't stop my cock from continuing upward,
so I wrapped my towel around me too.

  We entered the steam filled sauna, I removed my towel and lay it on the
bench to sit on. Mack followed suit, and I was alone in a room with a naked
Mack for the first time.

  By then my cock was rock hard. I wanted to see Mack's dick but the
billowing steam only allowed brief glimpses. What I could see was that Mack
was hard also. His teen dick pointed at his belly button.

  I turned sideways leaning my back against the wall. Placing one foot on
the bench, and one on the floor, gave Mack a complete view when the steam
allowed. Mack did the same, only laying his leg out straight on the bench.

  Hopefully the steam prevented Mack from seeing me drool. We were quiet,
and when I could see his face through the steam, he appeared to be trying
to peer though it also, only his gaze was toward my crotch.

  "It's pretty hot in here," Mack said after a few minutes.

  "Yeah, next time, I'll turn the temperature down a bit before we enter."

  "Would there be less steam?" he asked.

  "Yeah."

  "Can you do it now?"

  "If you want."

  I got up and stepped outside to the control panel to adjust the temp. My
cock swayed back and forth on display as I returned and sat down. The steam
had dissipated quickly, and soon I could see Mack clearly, and he could see
me.

  His cock was just as beautiful as the rest of him. Probably five and a
half inches, decently thick for his age, just a smattering of light brown
pubes lay under his erection.

  "It's better when it's not so steamy," Mack said.

  "I couldn't agree more," I said staring at his boy meat.
  After staring at each other a few more minutes, I asked, "Are you about
ready to get out?"

  "Yeah, I think so."

  He stood and picked up his towel. "Can you see if there's anyone out
there?"

  I looked out, the place was still deserted. I thought it odd he would be
concerned at this point. I've already seen him naked.

  "The coast is clear," I reported.

  He darted to the shower room which had six shower heads. We hung our
towels on hooks outside the shower, and each chose a spray head. His cock
was pointed right at his belly button, close to his body. Mine was only
slightly lower due to its weight, and probably my age. He didn't seem
embarrassed by his erection in front of me, of course I showed no
embarrassment either.

  We rinsed off under the spray, each keeping a close eye on the other. We
toweled off, then Mack darted to our lockers. I strolled over with my cock
leading the way. I stood beside him as we both dressed.

  Entering the penthouse, Mack and I went to our rooms. I was just about to
go to the toilet to take my frustrations out again, when he entered. He
seemed upset about something.

  "Is everything ok, Mack?"

  "I don't know. I'm...I'm kinda scared."

  "About what?"

  "You see... a couple of months ago, when we were still living in the car,
I woke up, and... well there was this white stuff all over me. I didn't
want to scare my mom about it so I didn't tell her. Then last night, I got
back to my room after we watched tv, and I was all hard. I was sorta
rubbing it on my bed and...well this white stuff came out again. I knew
this guy back at tramp camp that had a sore on his arm and white stuff came
out of it. He called it pus. Do you think I have a sore in my dick. I was
rubbing it again, and it felt like it did last night before the pus came
out. I'm really scared. I don't want my dick to look like his arm."

  He was near tears. I felt so sad for him. He definitely spent the wrong
two years on the streets, with no man to talk to. I'm sure his mom tried
her best to protect him but he hasn't learned anything either.

  I hugged him, and I could feel him shuddering in sobs.  "There is
absolutely nothing wrong with your dick. I promise. It's the most beautiful
dick I've ever seen."

  He raised his tear filled eyes to me. "Are you sure? But there was a lot
of that puss stuff."

  "Let me take a few guesses here. I will guess you were humping your dick
on the bed, then it started feeling really good, and just when you thought
your head was gonna explode with the feeling, the white stuff came out."

  Mack nodded in surprise at my vast knowledge.

  "And the first time it happened back in the car, you had a similar
feeling that woke you up, and you were pretty wet with the stuff. Am I
right?"

  He nodded again.

  Just then Rose knocked on my door.

  "Mr. Bill, would you prefer fried chicken or pot roast for dinner
tonight?"

  "Pot roast would be nice."

  She saw Mack sitting on the sofa. "Are you ok, baby?"

  "We're just having a little man to man talk. You understand, don't you?"
I said with a wink.

  "Uh... sure. Well, take your time. I'll be in the kitchen."

  And take my time, I did. I spent the next three hours giving Mack a
complete sex education. Everything from body parts to giving birth. I
covered masturbation, intercourse, oral, anal, all with video examples from
my laptop. Especially cum shots during masturbation. He seemed particularly
interested in the masturbation vids because I had some of boys his own age,
which eased his mind a bit I think. I also gave him a briefing on the
difference between homosexuals and heterosexuals.

  At the end of the presentation, I told Mack, "It's not your fault you
haven't lived in the real world. It's all new to you, where most boys learn
a little at a time when they're growing up, you had no one to talk to and
no other guys showing you stuff. I'm here for you whenever you have any
questions."

  At dinner Rose asked Mack again if he was alright.

  "Yeah Mom. I'm actually really good. Thanks."

  She looked at me, and I gave her another wink. She seemed to accept our
explanation.

  Mack came into my room fresh from his shower as usual. Even though I had
now seen him naked and hard, seeing him in his underwear still affected me.

  He pulled the covers down and crawled in as usual. He smiled at seeing me
getting hard in my briefs. This time, he went directly under my arm and
snuggled to warm up. The wet hair on my shoulder did nothing to cool me off
though.

  I handed him the tv remote, and he said, "Can we just talk?"

  "What would you like to talk about?" As if I didn't know.

  "I have more questions."

  "Ok. Shoot."

  "You really helped me a lot this afternoon. Nothing made sense to me
until now."

  "Glad I could help. So, what other questions did you have?"

  "The last few days when I come in here, you've been hard. And today in
the sauna too. Why?"

  "Very simple. You're a beautiful boy."

  He nodded in thought. "And you have those video of boys masturbating, but
you have a daughter."

  "Is there a question in there somewhere?"

  "Well, I mean...You say I'm beautiful, and you have video of boys, you
get hard when I'm around you, but you have sex with women. How does that
work?"

  "Ah, I see. Well, first I haven't had sex with a woman in like fifteen
years. I explained to you about heterosexuals and homosexuals, there are
some people who blur the lines a bit. Actually, if being honest, most
people do. And there are people who have what is called a fetish. Some are
turned on by feet for example, for others it might be certain clothing,
like panties. And there are guys who like extremely young girls, or
oriental women, or whatever. Everyone has something that really gets their
motor running. For me, it happens to be teen boys. And You're the most
beautiful I've ever seen."

  "So that man who gave me twenty dollars, he did it because I let him rub
my dick?"

  "I don't know that for sure, but probably. He probably likes really young
boys. Some people prefer pre pubescent boys or girls. Some people like
animals even."

  "Eeww. You mean like dogs and cats?"

  "Well it's kinda difficult to fuck a cat. But sure dogs, horses, goats, I
read in a magazine where a guy defended himself on animal cruelty charges
by telling the judge that the raccoon was dead when he fucked it."

  Mack laughed at that.

  "Can I have a Coke?" he asked.

  "Sure, you know where they are."

  "I didn't get too many Cokes when I was on the streets. And I was afraid
they'd rot my teeth," Mack explained as he retrieved the Coke.

  On his return, I could see his dick was as hard as mine, pushing up at
the waistband of his briefs.

  "Any more questions?" I asked Mack.

  "Tell me about dick sizes."

  "Well they vary. They come in all shapes, sizes, and colors." I laughed.

  "Very funny. Until this afternoon, I'd never seen a grown man naked, well
except that old guy yesterday. Actually I'd never seen anyone naked. I was
really curious."

  He kinda look sheepish for a moment then said, "That's why I wanted to
use the sauna. I wanted to see you naked," he admitted.

  "Were you disappointed by what you saw."

  "No, nothing like that. I was...when you took off your underwear, I
realized how little mine is. I was glad no one else was there to see it."

  "Your dick is not little I assure you. Mine is above average, yours is
above average for your age and you still have a lot of growing time ahead
of you."

  "Are you sure?"

  "I promise. You have a beautiful dick. All boys worry about their dick
size. Men too. No matter how big it is, they want a couple of inches
more. You said you were glad no one else was around to see it. But I was
there, and I saw it."

  "Yeah. I didn't mind you seeing it. I wanted to use the sauna so I could
see you naked, I knew you would see me naked too."

  "So you wanted to see me, and you knew that to do that I would also see
you. Were you just willing to pay that price, or did you actually want me
to see you too?"

  "I uh guess I wanted you to see me."

  Now it was getting very interesting. "Why?"

  "I kinda hoped you wanted to see me. When I saw you in your underwear,
you were hard, and it made me hard too. I wanted to see if we would both
get hard together."

  "I guess you got your answer."

  "Yeah. I guess we make each other hard," he chuckled.

  "I don't even have to see you naked to get hard around you," I allowed.

  "Do you really like me, or is it just that I'm a teen boy?"

  This kid learns fast.

  "Honestly? At first it was just because you're a beautiful boy. But the
more I'm with you, the more I like and admire you."

  It was true too. Josh had been my first boy, and I didn't know him that
well. But the longer I was around him, the less I liked him. Sort of like
most women I've known. But Mack was different.

  "Thanks, Bill. I feel the same about you."

  Mack was quiet again, lost in thought. Then asked, "When did you discover
you liked boys?"

  "When I was about your age. My best friend and I messed around for
years."

  Again, there was this expectant silence. After a few minutes, I had
thought maybe he had fallen asleep.

  Then he sat up and looked at me. "You know...You're my best friend."

  Mack pulled the covers down and looked at my poorly concealed erection,
climbed out of bed, giving me with another glimpse of his hard on, then
went back to his room.

  About a minute later I was depositing a load of cum in the toilet.

  Before Riley left for school I had opened a checking account for her. I
explained that she needed to be careful and use the money wisely because I
didn't have much. I told her if she needed more than her monthly allowance,
to let me know and I would try to put more in her account.

  Instead of her first monthly allowance, I deposited a million dollars
into her account. You would think that would send up a red flag, right?
Even though she called me a few times a week, she never mentioned it. We
talked about her classes, the boys she was dating, her dorm room mate's
sloppiness, everything except the money.

  I had told her I bought a new car, that I was moving, etc. but by then, I
was waiting for her to mention the money. She never did.

  Thanksgiving was coming up, I assumed she'd call and tell me when she was
arriving. She did call, but not for that.

  "Dad, I don't really want to spend the money to come for just a day or
two, so I'll just stay here and use that money for airfare at Christmas
instead of taking the train. That way I don't have to spend all my time
traveling, I can stay longer at Christmas."

  "Riley, have you been balancing your checkbook the way I showed you?"

  "Not really. I spent a little extra last month, so I was kinda afraid to
look at the statements."

  "I guess you haven't bothered to check your balance online either?"

  "No. Am I overdrawn? I'm sorry dad. I'll try to do better."

  "Go online and check your account. Then call me back."

  "OH MY GOD DAD! What did you do? Are the police after you? Are you on the
run. Please Dad, just give the money back. I'm sure they'll make you some
sort of deal."

  I fell on the floor laughing.

  "The police aren't after me. Just book your flight. I'll explain it all
when you get here."

  Mack was listening to my end of the conversation and was laughing
too. "Did she think you robbed a bank or something?"

  "I guess. I'll let her stew over it a while. Maybe it will teach her a
lesson."

  "Rose, do you have any friends you'd like to invite for Thanksgiving?"

  "Not really. I have a sister in Baltimore. We had a falling out years ago
because she married a drunk. Well, I guess I didn't do any better in that
area. She has two sons and last I heard, she was working at Walmart."

  "If you want to see her, you can invite them. I'll pay for their
tickets. Tomorrow, we'll get you a car too."

  Mack and I went for a swim in the big pool. Man does he look good in a
speedo. Of course, he'd look good wearing a burlap sack. Fortunately no one
was around, as usual because we were both hard most of the time.

  Just as we were leaving, Chad passed through the pool area. He seemed to
have trouble speaking as his eyes wandered over both of our tight suits.

  "Do you think Chad could tell I was hard?" Mack asked in the elevator.

  "It would be difficult to miss something that big inside that little
swimsuit."

  "Look who's talking, mr. king cobra in a sandwich baggie."

  Rose informed us she had talked to her sister, and made arrangements for
them to arrive on Wednesday before Thanksgiving, and stay until Sunday
after.

  "She's gonna shit her britches when she sees where I'm living," Rose said
with a devilish grin.

  "Great. Plan a really fabulous feast that they will talk about for years
to come. If you want, you can tell her you're my girlfriend. That'll really
get her goat."

  That night Mack came to my room as usual. He stood beside the bed in his
briefs and said, "Yesterday We talked about a lot of things, and you told
me you and your best friend had sex, right?"

  "Yes."

  "Then I told you that you were my best friend."

  "Yes. I'm honored that you feel that way."

  Mack rolled his eyes. "Did you not get what I was hinting at? Maybe this
will help."

  He slid his underwear off and climbed into bed.

  "Please tell me that I'm not wrong, that you want me too," Mack said as
he snuggled himself against me.

  "Believe me, you're definitely not wrong."

  "Then one of us is wearing too many clothes."

  He sat up resting on his elbow and watched as I stood and peeled my
briefs off.

  "Is this better?" I asked.

  "Mmm hmm, much."

  He rolled into my arms, and I felt his entire body against mine for the
first time.

  "What took you so long to get the hint? I would have done this a couple
of days ago."

  "I didn't want to rush you into anything. Your innocence is one of the
things I like about you."

  "Well, I'm tired of being innocent. I didn't even know about masturbation
until you showed me. Now, I want you to show me everything else."

  "That could take awhile to do properly."

  "I'm not going anywhere until you kick me out. Can I touch your dick?"

  "You have my permission to touch it anytime we're alone."

  His hand slid under the cover and grasped my cock.
  "Jesus, it feels so big compared to mine."

  "May I touch you too?"

  "You have my permission to touch me anytime we're alone."

  I felt an electric current run through me as I took his beautiful dick
into my hand. It was bigger than Josh's and even Bart's at that age.

  We lay together holding each other's dicks, exploring with our fingers.

  "I really want to kiss you right now," I told Mack.

  "I really want you to."

  Our first kiss was electric too. I've never kissed anyone like that or
enjoyed it so much. I was getting so overheated, I had to pull his hand off
me before I shot my load.

  "Now that we've covered touching and kissing, what's next?" Mack asked.

  "Something I've been wanting to do since I first laid eyes on you."

  I sat up and pulled the covers down, exposing his exquisite body. I
didn't stop until even his toes were uncovered. My breathing ceased as I
admired him.

  "You look as if you're about to eat me," Mack laughed.

  "I am."

  I pulled his dick away from his belly. I licked the head, eliciting a
moan from Mack. Watching his eyes, I took his dick into my mouth, letting
my tongue feel heaven. I bobbed up and down on the top half, before taking
the rest. It slid past my gag reflex, and into my throat. That was where I
wanted to stay. With his sparse pubes tickling my nose, and his thick knob
tickling my tonsils. I tried to get even more of him, pushing my nose into
his pubis. Sliding back til only the helmet was in my mouth, I applied more
suction, and slid up and down to the root, fucking my face with his boy
meat. Mack was thrusting up at me, moaning and calling out to God. I got
exactly what I wanted when he grabbed my head and thrust hard into my
throat sending his cum into another person for the first time. His
innocence was now a part of me.

  After a minute Mack found his voice. "If this is what sex is like, sign
me up."

  "That was only lesson three. Wait till you see lesson five."

  "I probably won't survive lesson four."

  We cuddled together just basking in each other's company. I was content
just being with this amazing creature. He's so beautiful and perfect
physically, and a sweet kid too.

  Mack sat up examining my cock. "I don't think I can take it all in my
mouth, but I'll try."

  "That's lesson four. We'll cover that tomorrow. Right after a refresher
on three. Let's recap today's lessons," I said as I kissed him again. We
fondled each other some more, then I sucked his dick again. I love sucking
him so much, I might delay lesson five.

  "You said yesterday, that I could tell my sister we are a couple?" Rose
asked the next day.

  "If you want to make her jealous, I think that would do it for a Walmart
employee."

  "So, to be convincing, wouldn't we have to share a bedroom while she's
here?"

  "Uh...I don't think that's a good idea. But you can have one of the other
bedrooms, instead of the servant's quarters, while she's here."

  "How is that going to look? I mean if we're supposed to be intimate."

  "You can tell her that we sleep separately for Mack's sake. We don't want
to set a bad example for him at such an impressionable age."

  "Well...it's just that...my sister and I have always shared information
about our boyfriends, mostly to make each other jealous. And I just don't
know any uh...intimate details to share," Rose hinted.

  "I see. Well, you can tell her it's a little over eight inches long, and
about this big around," I said, making a large letter `C' with my thumb and
index finger.

  Rose made an audible gulp, then asked, "Are you..."

  "Circumcised? Yes," I informed her.

  "I was going to say, are you kidding me, but that was probably better
information to have." She quickly glanced at my crotch. "Are you sure we
shouldn't just share the bedroom. I wouldn't mind. It's been awhile but I'm
sure I remember what goes where."

  "I think we should keep our relationship on a professional level only."

That was a bit weird considering what I was doing with her son.

  When Mack entered my room that night, he was barely in the door when his
underwear disappeared. Twenty seconds later, I gave him a refresher course
in receiving a blow job.

  Twenty minutes after that, Mack was trying to swallow my cock.

  "You probably can't handle the whole thing. Just work on what you can
take, Ow! And careful with your teeth. Now use your tongue on the...oh
yeah, like that. Jesus, are you sure...Oh shit...Are you sure you haven't
done this before? Move your hand and mouth up and down at the same
time...aahh. When I cum, you can either...ugh... pull off or take in all in
your mouth...If you don't want to taste it...take it in your throat. Oh
sweet Jesus, Mack, you're gonna make...I'm cumming."

  Mack's cheeks ballooned out, and his stomach heaved as I shot into his
mouth. After the second volley, I saw his throat working to send my cum
into his belly. He swallowed twice more before I finished.

  He slowly pulled off me, licking away any missed cum. His eyes were
watery but he was smiling.

  "So that's what pus tastes like."

  "You little shit!" I said rolling him over and kissing him. Later I
tasted his pus again.

  A few days later, I sent Rose to pick up everything she needed for our
Thanksgiving feast, and I told her my girlfriend wouldn't dress like a
house servant, so do some shopping.

  "Why not take the day and get your hair and nails done too. You'll want
to look your best to impress your sister. Mack and I will fend for
ourselves for lunch."

  Doing all that would take her awhile, and I thought it best she not be in
the house for Mack's deflowering.

  "I wondered if you were ever going to get to lesson five," Mack said as I
slid two fingers in and out of his ass.

  "Sure. Talk brave while you can. We'll see how you sound in a minute."

  When the head of my cock passed through his ring, "JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!
Did you just shove a doorknob in my ass?"

  I pulled out.

  "OW! Fuck that hurt." Mack said reaching for his hole.

  "Turn over on your back."

  I added more lube to my cock and realigned. This time I bent to kiss him,
which he had really grown to love. I popped the head in again, and he
grunted loudly into my lips. He continued to grunt each time I gained a
little ground in his colon. Soon I was fucking him with half my cock. He
began to lift his hips up to me, begging for more, and I obliged him. At
six inches his eyes were scrunched shut, and his arms were around my
neck. He squirted his first load between our bellies, and grabbed my ass,
pulling me the rest of the way in. I was balls deep inside Mack, a place
I'd like to make my home.

  "Oh God, fuck me," Mack moaned in my ear.

  "Maybe I should quit."

  "Please don't. I won't be a smartass anymore. I promise. Just keep
fucking me."

  I slid my hands under his shoulders as he lifted his knees up by my
ribs. I pounded into him hard. It was one continuous moan after another as
I pummeled his insides.

  "I'm cumming again...Bill...oh,cum in me."

  That pushed me over the edge, and I filled him with my cream."

  As I lay panting on top of him I asked, "How did you like lesson five?"

  "I think I need to stay after school for some one on one time with the
teacher."

  "You'll get special tutoring tonight," I promised.

  As I lay there on top of him, my cock slowly wilting in his bowels, it
dawned on me that he hasn't been to school in two years. This would not
do. He's a bright kid. He needs an education.

  "We have an errand to run," I told Mack as we dressed.

  There was a private school nearby so I went there and into the dean's
office. I explained the situation that Mack was in and they were very
helpful. They suggested Mack get tutored in core subjects he would have
covered the previous two years. They would get his records from his old
school, and determine exactly what he needed. If he could pass tests on
those subjects, he could catch up to his age level. They even gave me a
list of approved tutors to interview.

  "Do I have to go to school? I'm scared, I'm so far behind," Mack whined.

  "You're a smart kid, Mac. If you don't want your family to end up on the
streets like you did, you need an education, so you can provide for them."

  I looked over the list of tutors, then started the car.
  Chad was at his usual post, and greeted us by name when we entered.

  I lay the list in front of him, pointing to a name halfway down the list.

  "Is that you, Chad?"

  He glanced around nervously, then in a hushed tone said, "Yes. Please
don't say anything to my boss. I need this job. I only tutor after
hours. I'm working my way through school trying to get my Master's degree."

  How much do they pay you here?"

  "I clear around five hundred a week after taxes. Besides paying all my
living expenses, I take night classes and they're expensive, so I augment
my income by tutoring."

  So, if someone offered you a job paying twice what you're earning now,
guaranteed one year with living expenses paid, would you take it."

  "Is the Pope Catholic? Of course I would."

  "Give notice here. Pack up your clothes and vacate your apartment by
Monday after Thanksgiving. You're working for me, starting then."

  "Uh...Yes Sir. Um...What's my job?"

  "You're to get Mack ready for school by the beginning of next school
year. Call the dean's office at St. Andrew's. They will fill you in on all
he needs."

  Rose wasn't back from her shopping excursion yet, so I gave Mack a
refresher course on lesson five. He seems to be a devoted student.

  When Rose returned, she looked like a different woman. Her stringy hair
was shorter and highlighted. Her new clothes could easily belong to a woman
of means.

  "Rose you look fantastic."

  "Do you really think so?"

  "Yes, you could easily pass for my girlfriend."

  "We could still share that bedroom," she hinted again.

  "Uh No."

  I don't think she noticed that her son was walking a little funny.

  "I hope you don't mind Rose, I took the liberty of checking into Mack's
future education. I've arranged to get him a tutor, who will get him up to
date by the beginning of next school year, so that he can be in school with
his age group.

  "Oh that's wonderful, I've been worried about that too. Thank you Bill."

  Mack came into my room again that night to repeat lessons 1-5.

  Riley arrived on Tuesday before Thanksgiving. We met her at the baggage
claim area.

  "DAD!" she cried throwing herself into my arms. I had missed her, but I
had Mack to keep my mind off it.

  I picked up her bag and started for the car. I noticed she kept glancing
over her shoulder.

  As we exited the airport she turned to me and whispered, "Dad, there's a
boy following us."

  In my excitement to see her, I had forgotten to introduce her to Mack.

  "Riley, this is Mack. He lives with me."

  "Ok...Start at the beginning. I'm am way behind on your life."

  So during the drive I filled her in on the lottery, the new place, Mack
and Rose. She got stuck at the lottery part.

  "Did you say three hundred million?"

  "Yep."

  I didn't tell her that I picked up Rose and Mack at a homeless
shelter. Just that Rose was my housekeeper.

  "Tomorrow, Rose's sister is coming for Thanksgiving. We're going to let
her believe that Rose is my girlfriend, so you'll have to help keep up the
charade."

  "That won't be difficult. We've never had a housekeeper."

  When Riley saw the penthouse, "Holy shit Dad!"

  "Did I send you to college to learn foul language?"

  "Sorry, but this place is fabulous."

  "Rose will you show Riley to her room? Oh, and you may as well move your
toiletries and things into the fourth bedroom. Your sister can take the
fifth, her sons will share Mack's room, he can bunk with me."

  She hesitated a moment, but followed through. Mack's face lit up like
Time Square.

  We all sat around catching up with Riley's college days. Her gaze kept
lingering on Mack. She finally said, "You should be a model. You're
absolutely gorgeous."

  "I agree," I said, as Mack blushed ten shades of red. Rose just beamed at
the compliment too.

  We went to a nice restaurant, had a marvelous meal. Rose and Riley seemed
to hit it off well, becoming best friends instantly.

  Back at the penthouse, we all went our separate ways. Mack showed up at
my door carrying a lot of clothes.

  "I thought I might as well move in tonight instead of waiting until
tomorrow when everyone is here."

  "You know, that's a pretty good idea. Why wait till the last minute,
right?" I said smiling at him.

  We showered together. Yes, we were both hard the entire time. We didn't
bother to put on underwear, and went straight to bed. He spooned in front
of me cuddling. I love holding him.

  Mack wiggled his butt against my erection. "Are we doing lesson five
again?"

  "Actually, I think it's time for lesson six," I said turning over onto my
stomach.

  He looked at me and smiled. "I want you on your back, with you knees on
your chest."

  "I like a boy who knows what he wants and takes it," I said while turning
over.

  Mack lubed and lined up. His dick popped into me, and he pushed in a
couple of inches quickly.

  "Oh Jesus, Mack. Ugh..ugh...ugh...Yeah, give me all of it...Oh God that
feels good."

  Mack may be young, but he fucked me good. Much better than Bart. When he
blew his load in me, Mack bent down and swallowed my cock, and soon my
cum. That boy was a really good student.

  We cuddled and talked well into the night. I truly enjoyed having him in
my bed for more than just a couple of hours. I enjoyed waking up with him
in my arms too.

  Rose's sister was arriving around one o'clock, so in the morning Mack and
I went to buy a gaming console for the boys to play on. I let him look
around at the systems and games available and make the decision. While he
was doing that, I ordered him a laptop and cell phone for Christmas gifts.

  We got back in time for Rose to go to the airport by herself to pick up
the clan. Riley was on the phone catching up with friends. I had some alone
time with Mack while Rose was gone, sucking him dry, and he doing the same
for me.

  "Dear, this is my sister, Blanche," Rose said after giving me a peck on
the cheek.

  Two dark streaks flew past me to press their noses against the
windows. "And those two rude boys are my sons, Donny and Brett," Blanche
added.

  "Look Mom, we're practically in the clouds," the youngest, who I later
learned was Donny, said.

  Blanche was shorter and heavier than Rose, and her sons were more compact
than Mack. They both had dark brown hair, and stocky builds.

  Soon the boys were playing video games, and the women were in the kitchen
doing prep work for tomorrow's holiday feast. I sat on the balcony with a
beer and tried to stay out of the way.

  Rose's peck on my cheek made me wonder what other forms of endearment I
would have to endure while Blache was here. We hadn't discussed those
details when planning this charade.

  I found out later when Rose sat on my lap while we all watched tv. I made
some excuse about needing a shower and left the room.

  When I returned, the women were huddled together whispering and
laughing. I saw Riley hold up two fingers about five inches apart, and they
all giggled a bit. Then Rose held up two fingers about eight inches apart,
then made a large letter C with her thumb and middle finger. Riley and
Blanche turned and looked at me. I knew then they were discussing penis
size. Apparently Riley's boyfriend only had five or so inches, and she had
seen it, at the very least. As far as I know, she was a virgin when I put
her on that train to college.

  I heard Blanche say, "Rose, you're so damn lucky. Rich and hung? It's
just not fair." They all broke up laughing at that.

  In bed that night Mack said, "I know it's all pretend, but when mom sat
on your lap, I wanted to pull her off of you."

  "Were you jealous, or do you just not want your mom having sex with
someone?

  "I don't care who she fucks, as long as you're not on the list," Mack
said with purpose.

  "Besides having the pleasure of sleeping with you all night, the reason I
made the sleeping arrangements this way was to keep your mom from sleeping
with me. She wanted to share my room while Blanche was here."

  "Really?"

  "Yes. I had to tell her what my cock looked like so she could brag to her
sister without actually seeing it."

  He was quiet for a minute then said, "Speaking of seeing dicks, maybe
Donny and Brett would like to use the sauna tomorrow."

  I really hadn't given the other boys a thought. I mean, I had the best,
why would I be interested in second rate stuff. Of course, given the
chance, I'd definitely look.

  As I fucked him, I knew I could easily get accustomed to having him in my
bed every night. Not just because at that moment I was shoving my cock in
and out of his ass, but because I loved holding him as I did it, and
afterward when he was asleep in my arms.

  Thanksgiving day, I took the boys to the lap pool, and afterward, Mack
and I casually got naked and headed to the sauna. Both Donny and Brett were
a little shocked, but soon followed suit.

  I had already noticed that neither of them looked as good in a swimsuit
as Mack, but they weren't wearing speedos either. By the time we were all
settled on our towels on benches, we all sported erections.

  Brett, being the older cooler brother, said nothing.

  "Donny said, "Look Brett, Mack is younger than you but his dick is a
little longer." Then he noticed mine. "Jesus Christ. Look at Bill's."

  Brett, at fifteen, already had a very full, dark bush. His dick was
slightly shorter than Mack's, but maybe a little thicker. It was hard to
tell through the light steam, or maybe it just looked thicker on his body.

  Donny stood to get a closer look at my cock. His three inch hairless
spike pointed straight up at his belly button, tight to his stomach.

  "Can I touch it?" Donny asked.

  I glanced at Mack, who was smiling, so I nodded at Donny.

  His little hand grasped it, not even coming close to closing his fingers
around it.

  "Man. I don't think I could get this in my mouth," Donny allowed.

  "What?" I asked.

  "Donny!" Brett scolded.

  "It's so much thicker than your's Brett, I don't think my lips will go
around it."

  "Donny!!" Suddenly, older brother wasn't so cool looking. In fact he
looked pretty nervous

  "Oh, really?" Mack asked.

  "Yeah. Brett lets me suck his sometimes. But I couldn't suck this one,
it's too big. I could suck yours though," Donny offered.

  Brett looked like he wanted the ground to open up and swallow him.

  "Uh...No thank you." Mack said then looked pointedly at Brett.

  "Donny, you can't just go around telling people you like to suck dicks."

  Mack and I just stared at Brett.

  "Tell them how you got started sucking my dick," Brett demanded of Donny.

  "Over a year ago, a man at the mall asked me if I would let him suck my
dick. I didn't know why anyone would want to suck a dick, and he was kinda
creepy too, so I said no. I got home and looked up dick sucking on the
computer. The more I thought about it, the more I wanted to try it, so I
asked Brett if I could suck his. He lets me suck it almost every day. It's
fun, especially when he starts shaking, and pushing my head down on it,
just before he shoots his stuff out. You should try it."

  "See, he likes it. I'm not making him do it. I thought it was better than
him asking strangers at the mall if he could do them. This is the first
time he's mentioned doing anyone else," Brett defended.

  "Well, it's not like they're strangers. They're related to us," Donny
said.

  Donny let go of my cock then looked at Mack. He reached for Mack's
erection, and barely had it in his hand before bending and taking it into
his mouth.

  Mack pried Donny off his dick and said, "Maybe it's time for us to
leave."

  As I helped taking food from the kitchen into the dining room, I heard
Blanche ask Rose, "What's in there?"

  "That's the maid's quarters. She's spending time with her family for the
holiday. Bill's really kind to let her."

  The feast was excellent. Rose really outdid herself. Everyone commented
on how good everything was. Even Brett bragged on it. By the end, we were
all stuffed.

  I sat on the sofa wishing I had room for another slice of pumpkin
pie. Rose was putting away the leftovers, when Blanche plopped down beside
me.

  She turned sideways toward me, brushing her ample breast against my arm.

  "Years ago, Rose told me that she doesn't like to swallow. I do. My tits
are bigger and firmer than her's too. And I would never say no to
anything. Absolutely anything. Groups, anal, I'll fuck your friends if you
want."

  I wondered if "anything" included fucking her sons instead of her. I just
said, "Sorry Blanche, you're not my type."

  Mack and I were both too full to do anything but cuddle that night.

  Friday, I took the boys to a movie, and the girls went shopping. The last
place I want to be on `Black Friday' is the mall. I don't see why women,
not only subject themselves to it, but actually enjoy it.

  Blanche never let up on her campaign to take me away from
Rose. Constantly hitting on me and brushing against me. I ignored her for
the most part.

  Mack said that Donny was always trying to get a chance to suck him. He
turned him down. I doubt that Brett did though. I'm sure there was a lot of
cum swallowing going on in the bedroom next to mine. Well, there was some
going on in my room too.

  I for one, couldn't wait for Blanche and her sons to be gone. I think
Rose and Mack felt the same. I was sad that Riley was leaving too, though.

  Before she left, I had a chat with Riley.

  "That money is there for you to use. Pay your bills on time, buy what you
want, but don't flaunt it. It would be best if people didn't know you have
that much, but don't deny yourself something you really need or want. It
should be more than enough to get you through school, and even pay for a
new house and a wedding if you meet the right guy. But it doesn't excuse
you from your responsibility to call me, and visit on holidays."

  I needn't have worried. Riley always called and loved to come home for
breaks.

  Monday after Thanksgiving, the place had finally returned to normal. Then
Chad showed up. I had completely forgotten about him with all the turmoil
of visitors.

  "So, Mack, are you ready to get started?" Chad asked a rather depressed
looking Mack.

  "Do I have to, Bill?"

  "Yes. You have two years of school to catch up on, and only one semester
and a summer to do it in."

  "Actually, by the time school starts, you will be going into ninth
grade. You barely started sixth when you left school. You have nearly three
years to make up," Chad explained. "Three years, and only eight months to
do it in. Bill wants you up to par by then, and it's my job to see that you
are."

  Rose moved her stuff back into the servant's quarters, and Chad took the
third bedroom.

  It wasn't until Wednesday, that I overheard Rose talking to Mack as she
prepared sandwiches for his lunch.

  "Are you still sleeping in Bill's room? Your bed hasn't been slept in."

  "Uh...Um...Yeah. I like having someone to talk to."

  "Well, little boys need to be careful. Sometimes people will get the
wrong idea and think that you will want to do things with them."

  "Mom, I'm not a little boy anymore. I know all about the kind of things
people want to do, thanks to Bill. You never told me anything."

  "Well, what if Bill thinks you want to do things?"

  "Then I'll do things. I like Bill. I like doing things with Bill."

  "You...Do you mean..."

  "Yes, Mom. We do things. Things I like a lot. Bill has been very nice to
us, and I like being nice to him. I don't think he'd throw us out if I
didn't, but I enjoy not giving him a reason to throw us out. Why do you
think he didn't want you to share his room while your sister was here? I
take good care of him."

  Rose had a shocked, tearful look on her face. "My poor baby! Is he
hurting you? You don't have..."

  "I'm not a baby. It only hurt a little the first time, because he has a
really big dick. Even then I liked it. I like it a lot. You don't have to
worry about me. He won't do anything to harm me."

  Rose dried her eyes with her apron, then just looked at Mack. "Is it
really as big as he said," she asked.

  "Yes, and he knows how to use it too," Mack smiled.

  "Are you sure you don't mind..."

  "I'm sure. I really like it. At least, I do with him. He's like my best
friend and father and lover all rolled into one person."

  "I guess you're really not a baby anymore."

  "Nope. And by the way, keep away from my boyfriend," Mack said smiling.

  "Ok. And I won't say anything about where you sleep."

  Chad worked Mack hard over the next few months. I received regular
reports on his progress, which showed he was on track to be ready for
school.

  One night in July, Mack was very quiet as we lay in bed together.

  "Is something wrong?" I asked him.

  "No...well... yes. I need to tell you something, but I'm afraid you're
gonna be mad."

  "A little mad, or a lot mad?"

  "Maybe a lot."

  "Did you kidnap a baby, skin it, and make a pair of shoes out of the
hide?"

  "EEWW NO!"

  "Ok, then I can handle whatever it is."

  "Well, today I... I asked Chad if we could take a break from the
lesson. He said I was doing really good, so he agreed. I suggested we use
the sauna."

  Mm hm. Did you do it so you could see his dick?"

  Mack looked down and nodded.

  "And...?" I asked leadingly.

  "It's not as big as yours. But, as we sat in the sauna, we both got
hard... I kinda reached over and put my hand on his dick, and he grabbed
mine too. Pretty soon... well, he leaned over and put his lips around my
dick. I laid back... and I let him suck me. Please don't be mad."

  "If he didn't force you, I'm not mad. If he did, I'm gonna fire him."

  "No, he didn't force me. I let him. Then...after he sucked me, I jerked
him off."

  "That's only fair."

  "You're not mad about me jerking him off and letting him suck me?"

  "Mack. I don't own you. We're not married. I don't expect you to stay
with me exclusively the rest of your life. If you want to let someone suck
you, it's your dick, let them. I would caution you to be careful though. I
doubt that Chad is a problem, and it was only a blowjob. But in the future,
don't let just anyone blow you. And use condoms if you're doing anal."

  "I'm never letting anyone else fuck me. Only you get to do that. I
promise."

  I laughed. "Never say never. It'll bite you on your ass every time."

  The next day, I took Chad aside.

  "I understand you and Mack went to the sauna yesterday."

  He suddenly looked very nervous. "Yes, Sir."

  "He tastes as beautiful as he looks, doesn't he?"

  It dawned on him that I also had tasted Mack. He was visibly shaking.

  "I'm sorry, Sir. I didn't realize that... well, that you and he..."

  "Relax Chad. Just don't ever touch him unless invited, and if you hurt
him, I'll kill you. Got it?"

  "Yes, Sir."

  Mack passed his tests to get into school with flying colors. Chad had
done an excellent job. I don't know if anything else occurred between them,
but I don't think so. I paid Chad for the balance of the year, and a
hundred thousand bonus.

  My relationship with Mack grew, as did he. Besides being gorgeous, he is
sweet, intelligent, and funny. We did everything together, usually without
Rose. She and Riley went on most vacations with us, unless it was just a
camping or fishing trip for a weekend.

  We spent the next summer in Europe. Then the next summer we did Asia.

  Riley got a job in L.A., and I bought her a house there as a graduation
present.

  Mack was very popular in High school. He started dating girls as soon as
he got his driver's license. I gave him a Corvette for his sixteenth
birthday. I wouldn't have if I thought he would be reckless, but he is very
level headed.
  True to his word, he never let anyone else fuck him. Although he and his
best friend exchanged blow jobs once in awhile.

  He always told me everything, including when he fucked a girl for the
first time. I'm sure she loved it, I know I did.

  He was accepted at a very good school on the east coast, and I promised I
would cover whatever expenses that scholarships didn't.

  On his graduation day we celebrated, then he went out with friends. Rose
came to me looking a little worried.

  "I Hope you'll let me stay until I find another job."

  "What are you talking about?"

  "I know you only let me stay here because of... well, your relationship
with Mack. Now that he's going away to college, I need to find another
job."

  "Have I ever said you were doing a bad job? Did I ever indicate I was
unhappy with what you do?"

  "No, but I know you and Mack..."

  "Your job has never depended on what Mack and I did, or didn't do. If I
didn't like you, I would have kick your ass to the curb years ago. Now, if
you want to find another job, you're welcome to, but I am not kicking you
out."

  "Thanks, Bill," she said giving me a kiss on the cheek. "You know, after
he's gone, we could..."

  "Let's just keep it professional."

  Two weeks after Mack left for college, I took my annual donation to Bart.
  "Thanks Bill, I don't know what we'd do without you. Why do you look so
glum?"

  "Mack has gone away to school. He grew up, it's to be expected."

  "Yeah, they don't stay thirteen forever. If I remember correctly they get
too old around seventeen."

  "Mack made it till eighteen. I was only just beginning to lose interest."
I chuckled.

  "Maybe I can help again. But this one is a tough case. Bad home
environment. My wife removed him from his drunken father after he beat him
pretty bad."

  "I don't know, Bart. Mack is such a sweet kid. And I'm not sure..."

  "You don't have to make any long term commitments. In fact, it would be
only a foster parent basis until he is eighteen, or you kill each other."

  "Kill each other? Is he really that bad? I'm definitely not ready for
that kind of grief."

  "Have I ever steered you wrong?"

  "Well, there was that time on prom night..."

  "Excuse me? If I remember right, you did most of the steering that
night. And besides, you didn't complain afterward."

  "Neither did you. Ok, I'll meet the kid. But no promises."

  "Just take him for a week, if you can't get along, I'll pick him up."

  Bart and his wife came that evening. After a greeting hug to Mary, she
said, "This is Alec. I've explained to him that this is only a trial basis,
so we'll just have to see how you get along."

  Alec didn't pay any attention to my outstretched hand, just hobbled to a
chair and sat down. I say hobbled because his leg was in a cast. Without a
word,he tossed his one crutch on the floor at his feet.

  He had medium brown shoulder length hair, a pug nose, and an attitude
that was quite evident. His tight jeans were cut up the leg, I assumed to
make room for the cast.

  As he sat down, his hair flopped in front of his face. He peered at me
through his hair for a moment before tucking it around his ear.

  Bart and Mary cleared out as soon as possible, leaving me to face him
alone.

  He sat in silence, glancing around the place, trying to look
unimpressed. Rose entered, and I jumped at the chance to relieve some of
the tension in the room.

  "Rose. This is Alec. Rose is my housekeeper."

  "Pleased to meet you Alec," she said extending her hand, only to receive
the same response I had.

  Rose, I think I need a beer," I said with a sigh.

  "Can I get you anything, Alec?"

  "I'll have a beer too," he answered.

  "No he won't. A Coke will do nicely," I corrected.

  Alec rolled his eyes, folded his arms across his chest, and flopped back
on the chair.

  Rose returned with our beverages. "Wait ten minutes, then bring me
another," I instructed.

  She looked at me oddly because I rarely had more than one. I really
haven't drank much since winning the money.

  "I suppose you're gonna get drunk and beat on me too," Alec proclaimed.

  "Cancel that order, Rose. In fact, pour this out and bring me a Coke
instead."

  She glanced at Alec. "Why waste it?" she said and took a sip on her way
to the kitchen.

  "Should I put him In Mack's room?" Rose asked as she handed me a Coke.

  "Certainly not. Mack will be back for holidays and stuff. I don't want
him to feel unwelcome. This is still his home. Put Alec in Chad's room."

  She smiled at my sentiment, and offered to help Alec up.
  He brushed her off, and struggled to his feet. "Who's Mack?" he asked
Rose.

  "My son."

  "Then who's Chad?"

  "Mack's tutor a few years ago."

  I headed to my own room, hoping I could survive the week with this kid.

  The water cascaded over me, as I stood in my shower wondering how I had
let myself be talked into this.

  I washed and rinsed my hair, then happen to glance toward the door.

  Alec was standing there watching me.

  "Did you need something?" I asked.

  "Uh...yeah...I have a problem."

  I shut off the water and stepped out, wrapping a towel around me.

  "What is it?"

  "The tub is backward," Alec replied.

  "Backward?"

  "When I take a bath, I have to hang my leg over the edge of the tub. But
the faucet is on the wrong side for me to do that."

  "I see. Is this one on the right side?"

  "Yeah."

  "Then use it," I said, removing my towel and stepping back into the
shower.

  Alec leaned against the doorframe and watched as I finished showering. I
took my time, especially when I washed my cock and balls. I cleaned them
enough for my cock to start chubbing a bit. Alec watched the whole time.

  I stepped out again and dried off.

  "Did you need something else?"

  "Nope, just waiting for you to finish."

  I donned a robe, and entered the bedroom. Alec shut the bathroom door,
and I heard the lock click behind me.

  I was laying in bed when Alec emerged from the bathroom. He had his
crutch in one hand and jeans in the other. A towel was wrapped around his
waist. I could see a bump in it, but not much else. He hobbled to the door,
and as he reached to open it, his towel dropped off.

  "Need help," I asked as he struggled to maintain his modesty.

  "No. I'm fine."

  He managed to get everything together, but not before I saw his butt.

  I didn't hear the beginning of the conversation, but the next morning I
overheard Alec talking to Rose.

  "...I'm just saying I don't think it bothered him that I saw him naked."

  "Did you bother to knock before you went in? Probably not. Seems to me
you wanted to see him naked."

  "I don't want to see some old man naked."

  "Old man? He's only forty six, and in really good shape."

  "Just the same, I think he wanted to see me naked too. He was in no hurry
to get out of the bathroom."

  "It is his bathroom, you're the one that was uninvited. Now listen to me,
you little shit. Bill is the nicest, most generous man I've ever met. So
what if he wanted to see you? I wish he wanted to see me naked. I'd let him
in a heartbeat. If you're smart, you would too. He took me and my son in
off the street. He gave us a home. He treated my son as if he was his own
child. You heard him yesterday, about the bedroom arrangement. Mack spent
five years with him, and doesn't regret one minute. Now, you can stand
around with that huge fucking chip on your shoulder, or you can try to act
human and hope he doesn't send your sorry ass back."

  I stepped into the room, in time to see Rose standing there with a huge
knife waving at his face. She immediately went back to chopping veggies for
our omelettes.

  "Good morning, Bill. Ready for some coffee?"

  "Yes, thanks Rose."

  Alec was wearing a familiar looking pair of basketball shorts, and tank
top.

  "Where did you get those?" I asked, knowing he hadn't brought anything
with him.

  "Rose let me borrow some of Mack's things. It's hard to get anything over
this cast," he answered, sounding almost polite for a change.

  "Thank you Rose," I said for him, knowing he probably hadn't.

  We ate on the balcony. Alec enjoying the view of the city, me enjoying
the view I had when the wind blew the leg opening of his shorts. He wasn't
wearing anything under the shorts, and I caught quick glimpses of his
equipment.

  He must have seen me peeking at him. He got a shit eating grin on his
face, and spread his legs a little more. It was as if he was taunting me,
saying look at what you can't have.

  "Why aren't you wearing underwear?"

  "I only have tightie whities, and they won't fit over the cast."

  "How much longer do you have to wear it?" I asked

  "Two weeks."

  "Can you wait that long or do you want to go buy some boxers?"

  "I can stand it if you can," Alec answered spreading his legs a little
again.

  I really couldn't see much, just glimpses of his balls and a bit of his
dick.

  "How old are you, Alec?"

  "Thirteen...Too young?" he answered, being a wise ass.

  "Probably not."

  That seemed to confuse him a bit.

  I ignored him most of the day, except to eat lunch with him. In the
afternoon, he asked me if he could play the video games.

  "That's what they're there for." I answered tercely.

  At dinner, I hardly spoke to him other than to ask him to pass the salt.

  He came into my bathroom again when I was just getting into the shower.

  "May I use your tub?"

  "I would prefer that you did, instead of starting to smell bad."

  This time he sat on the edge of the tub to watch me shower. I took my
time as before.

  He had his basketball shorts on when he exited so he had no trouble
keeping his modesty in check.

  The second day went pretty much the same as the first. I hardly spoke to
him, and I think Rose did the same. She must have washed his cut up jeans,
because he wore them again.

  "May I use your tub again?"

  "You don't need to ask. It's there to be used."

  I dried myself, and put on a robe. As I turned to leave Alec said, "Could
you...Could you maybe help me?"

  "Help you with what?"

  "These Jeans are a bitch to get off over the cast."

  "Sure."

  He stood, propped up by the crutch, looking at me expectantly. I
determined he was waiting for me to do it, so I knelt down in front of
him. I looked at his face as I reached for the button on his jeans. He
stayed perfectly still looking into my eyes, as I slowly lowered his
zipper.

  I could immediately see that he was still not wearing underwear. I took a
deep breath, willing myself not to get an erection, as I slipped my fingers
under the waistband of his tight jeans. I had to work them down over his
bubble butt, then lower the front. His almost bare pubis came into view,
and my heart skipped a beat.

  I'm not sure if it was for him or me, that I took so long to expose
him. Next I spotted the maybe ten little wisps of hair, just as the base of
his dick came into view. I continued to work the fabric down, exposing his
soft three and a half inch dick. His balls, though not large, looked mature
enough to be productive. He was circumcised, the head looked slightly
larger than the shaft and I think I may have licked my lips subconsciously.

  Once at the cast, the material needed to worked down before clearing the
foot. He raised his leg slightly, leaning on the crutch, and I removed that
side. The other side had slid to below his knee. Alec lifted that leg for
me to finish removing his jeans, and lost his balance.

  I caught him just before his face smashed into the glass wall of the
shower. One hand on his butt, the other on his lower abdomen, not quite
touching his dick.

  "Thanks, Bill," he said as he steadied himself.

  "Um. Maybe we should find a safer place to do this next time." I wrapped
my robe tightly around me trying to hide the erection I had failed to
restrain.

  Again I started to leave, "Could you stay? Maybe talk to me awhile?"

  Damn. This kid really wanted to torture me. I leaned against the counter,
and Alec pulled his tee shirt off over his head. He stood before me
completely naked. Definitely torturing me.

  He bent to turn on the water and adjust the temperature, his butt pointed
right at me. I grabbed his arm to balance him, as he started to step into
the tub. He sat down, keeping the bad leg outside the tub. With his leg
hanging out, there was no way to hide his erection, as the water slowly
rose to envelope it.

  "Sorry, I'm not used to having someone around when I bathe," he said
explaining his hard on.

  "It's ok. It happens to all of us."

  "So I see," he said glancing at the tent in my robe.

  Once the water was turned off, he allowed his body to slide along the
bottom of the tub. He leaned back, submerging his head and upper torso in
the water. He was completely on display. His dick lay on his belly, his
balls, loosened by the warm water, hung in their sack.

  When he resurfaced, he sat quietly, rubbing the water from his face, and
slicking his hair back.

  "Didn't you say something about wanting to talk?"

  "You've hardly spoken to me since I got here."

  "I got the impression you didn't want to be bothered, and you certainly
didn't want to be here. So, we'll get through this week, and you can be on
your way to wherever it is that will make you happy."

  Alec sat in the tub toying with his hard dick, pushing it down and
watching it flip back up to slap his belly.

  "Why did you throw out your beer that first night?" he asked out of the
blue.

  "Alcohol is a drug just like heroin or meth. I wanted something to calm
my nerves in a tense situation. But I should have been more considerate of
your feelings. You didn't need the threat of another drunk man beating you
to a pulp. I'm sorry I didn't think about that before I asked for the
beer."

  "You did it so I would feel at ease then?" Alec asked in surprise.

  "Yes."

  He smiled up at me. "Will you wash my back?"

  Fucking kid really wants to torture me good.

  He handed me the soap and leaned forward. I started at his shoulders and
worked my way down. I noticed a beauty mark at the base of his long neck,
and freckles on his shoulders, in his otherwise unblemished skin. He was
thin, his ribs and spine easily noticeable. I allowed my eyes to travel
down to his butt. I could see a good portion of his crack, and the round
globes of his butt cheeks on the tub. I probably spent longer than
necessary washing his butt crack, before snapping out of my fantasy.

  He again slid along the tub a bit then leaned back to rinse off. He
didn't submerge his face, instead his eyes were locked on mine. I couldn't
stop myself from looking at his dick, which appeared to be even harder than
before.

  When I looked back at his face, his eyes were on the eight inch
protrusion under my robe. I turned to leave again.

  "Please don't go yet."

  I leaned back on the counter again, pushing my wayward cock against my
belly and holding it there.

  "So, you said alcohol is a drug?"

  "Yes. It's actually the most abused drug of all. For some reason society
has decided that alcoholism is a disease, but it's not. It's a choice, just
like smoking. They choose to take that drink or light that cigarette. It's
funny how I wouldn't be able to light a cigarette in a restaurant without
offending the old lady at the table next to me. My smoking doesn't impair
my ability to drive. Yet she can have four or five Martinis and kill me on
the drive home. Almost everyone drinks, so it's acceptable. But it is a
choice not a disease. Admittedly it may be difficult to resist the
temptation to drink if you're an alcoholic, but no more difficult than to
pass on a cigarette if you are a smoker."

  "So, my dad is a drug addict?"

  "No different from a heroin addict."

  "But you poured out your drink."

  "Like I said. I only wanted it to calm me a bit. Like any drug, if used
properly, it can be beneficial. Painkillers, cold remedies, whatever, you
don't use them if you don't need them. But your peace of mind outweighed my
need to calm my nerves."

  He finished bathing, then asked, "Could you help me get out?"

  I offered both hands to him and he grasped them, pulling himself out. As
I stared at his naked body I realized how difficult this has been for him.

  "How have you managed all this time?"

  "It's been a chore, believe me. Thanks for helping me."

  I handed him a towel and left the room.

  Alec entered my bathroom again the next night. It had been another quiet
day as far as he and I were concerned, only speaking when necessary.

  He watched me shower again, and I couldn't help but picture his dick in
my mind. It had the usual effect too. I was hard as a rock as I dried off
in front of him.

  "Could you stay and help me again?" he asked.

  That's when I noticed he was wearing the tight jeans again. I know
earlier he had on loose shorts. He must have gone to his room and put on
the jeans before coming here, just so I could take them off.

  I didn't bother putting on a robe before helping with his jeans. I
repeated the steps I had done the night before, only when his dick was
clear of his jeans, it sprang up, as hard as my own was. I assisted him
into the tub before donning my robe.

  "You have a really big dick. I bet the ladies like that a lot," Alec
said.

  "Uh...thanks, but I wouldn't know about that. I haven't been with a woman
in over twenty years."

  He held up a bar of soap. "Would you do my back?"

  I started on his shoulders again, my eyes on his butt though.

  "You and Mack were really close, weren't you? I bet you miss him."

  "Yes, I miss him terribly."

  Alec leaned back when I finished, but not to rinse off. More like in
offering to let me do his front too. I handed him the soap, and walked out.

  He exited the bathroom and went straight out the bedroom door without a
word.

  I was sound asleep when I felt someone get into my bed. In my dream
state, I believed it was Mack. I put my arm around him and drew him
close. His hand held mine to his chest.

  I don't think I did anything unsavory during the night, but when I awoke,
I was still spooned behind him with my cock in his butt crack. I pulled
away and went to the bathroom to pee. When I returned, he was gone.

  Throughout the day, he seemed to try to engage me in conversation. Even
going so far as to be civil and smiling.

  Rose said at lunch, "What's up with you, mr. renegade. Suddenly you're
almost human."

  "I don't know. Maybe I'm just beginning to relax a little."

  The shower routine was the same as the night before except he asked me to
help him take off the loose shorts. He really didn't need help with that,
but I did it. He was hard, as was I. I washed his back but left right
after.

  I was laying in bed when he came through, but he didn't leave my room. He
dropped his towel beside my bed, and crawled in with me.

  "I'm sorry I've been such a prick, and I'd really like to stay here with
you."

  "You like living in a penthouse, huh?"

  "The place is nice for sure. But I wouldn't care if it was a trailer on
the bad side of town. You chose my feelings over what you wanted. That's
more than my dad ever did for me."

  "So, do you think you can have a permanent attitude adjustment?"

  "I promise to try, and if I get out of hand I'll do as you tell me."

  "That's all I ask for," I told him.

  He lay quietly for a couple of minutes, then scooted closer to me. He
took my arm and pulled it around his shoulders, laying his wet head on my
chest. I was instantly reminded of my early days with Mack.

  "My dad never held me like this," Alec said.

  "Well, this is a little more intimate than a father should be with his
son. We're both nude after all."

  "Were you this intimate with Mack?"

  "Yes."

  "I thought so."

  Another minute later his hand moved down to my hard cock.

  "Uh... Alec?"

  "You and Mack did things, right?"

  "Yes."

  "I've been throwing myself at you for days, and you haven't even touched
me. Why?"

  "Think of it like an alcoholic passing on a drink. A huge temptation that
I know I shouldn't take. I don't want you to think you have to do that to
stay with me."

  "So, If I got out of this bed right now and never got in it again, I
could still stay with you?"

  "Yes, as long as you behave yourself otherwise."

  "See, that's just what I'm talking about. You would pass on your `drug of
choice' just for my well being. No one has ever done that for me."

  He sat up and pulled the covers off us. Moving to the edge of the bed he
sat looking around.

  When he didn't get up I asked, "Aren't you leaving?"

  "No. I'm looking for a place to lay this cast while I suck your big
dick."

  "Uh... I said you didn't have to."

  "I know. That's why I want to." He stood, turned around, and crawled on
his hands and knees to pick up my cock. His mouth went straight down on it
and began bobbing up and down.

  I hate to say it, but he was much better at sucking cock than Mack at
that age. In no time he had me on edge.

  "I'm gonna cum," I warned.

  He doubled his efforts, and I filled his mouth with my load. He swallowed
it all, making sure he didn't leave any behind as he withdrew.

  After I caught my breath, I couldn't wait to get my lips around his teen
dick.

  "Oh shit!" Alec cried as I engulfed him. His dick wasn't quite as big as
Mack's, but it was a tasty mouthful. He too quickly unloaded, giving me a
few drops of boy cream.

  "That wasn't your first time sucking a dick, was it?"

  "No. My dad made me start sucking him after my mom left us. Usually it
kept him from beating me, but not always."

  My heart went out to him. I suddenly remembered my remark about father
and son being nude in bed together. I guess it wasn't unusual for him.

  "But you sucked mine too. Something else my father never did for me. To
him, my mouth was just a substitute place to dump a load when he couldn't
find a willing pussy."

  I was beginning to see why this kid had an attitude problem. Especially
toward authority figures. Not to mention daddy issues.

  Alec snuggled up to me again and said, "To you, I'm not a substitute
pussy. You want me, not a girl."

  That much was true. I would rather have a teen dick that a fishy pussy
anytime.

  Bart was surprised when I phoned to say that Alec was alive and well, and
I would keep him awhile longer.

  Rose watched us closely as we joked around and laughed at breakfast.

  Alec hobbled over to play video games, as she poured me a second cup of
coffee.

  "I haven't had to make up his bed the last couple of days," she hinted
questioningly.

  I only nodded.

  "Is that why you're both in such a good mood?"

  I gave her a look, and she turned and left with a smile.

  Bathtime became playtime, with my hands roaming freely over his body. He
did the same, even pulling me into the tub with him. He couldn't fight off
my tickle attacks with his leg hanging out of the tub, and surrendered his
dick for sucking, as my spoils of war.

  Being thirteen, recovery wasn't an issue, and I usually got two or three
loads from him a night.

  One night he asked me to stick two fingers in his ass while I sucked
him. I was happy to oblige. Once he got used to them, he began rocking back
and forth on my hand, fucking himself with my fingers.

  He had an appointment to have his cast removed. We arrived on time, and a
nurse removed the cast and took x-rays, then told us the doctor will see us
in a minute.

  The minute was more like forty five, before the doctor came in. When he
saw me, he asked Alec, "Is this your father?" giving me an evil look.

  "No. He's my foster dad."

  He held out his hand. "Dr. Green."

  "BIll," I said shaking his hand.

  The doctor pulled an x-ray from Alec's folder, and stuck it in the
lighted box on the wall. "You've healed nicely. Jump up on the table and
let me look at it."

  As Dr. Green examined Alec, I saw a long scar running down his leg. I
looked at the x-ray and saw all sorts of pins, screws, and metal plates,
holding Alec's bone together.

  I had assumed it was just a clean break. This thing must have been
shattered. I couldn't believe a person could do this to anyone, much less
their own son.

  When the doctor finished I asked Alec to wait for me in the hall.

  "That doesn't look like I expected it to look. What could cause that kind
of damage?"

  "We suspect it was an iron pipe of some sort. Alec won't talk about it."

  I talked to Bart later and managed to weasel a little information out of
him. I did the same with Alec, until I knew all that I needed. Then I
called some of my old construction friends. Big strong guys, with huge
hearts and no qualms.

  Alec had refused to testify against his father. An admirable trait, but
where's the justice. The bastard was walking around free as a bird.

  Not on my watch.

  Three days later I got a call from Bart.

  "Bill, you won't believe what happened. A couple of guys attacked Alec's
father in the parking lot of a cheap bar. Messed him up pretty bad. Rumor
has it they beat him with pipes. Broke both legs, both arms, crushed his
right hand and made hamburger meat of his genitals too. He's gonna be laid
up for a very long time, might never walk again."

  "Really? I'm sorry about that." I'm sure he could hear the sarcasm in my
voice.

  "Kind of poetic justice when you think about it. They suspect a pipe was
used on Alec. Thanks, Bill. For all you do for us here at the shelter, and
uh...everything you're doing for Alec."

  After his cast was removed, Alec became almost insatiable. He was much
more responsive than ever before, seemed to love sex, and his attitude
improved daily.

  At first he wanted two fingers pounding in him as he got blown, then
three. He also liked to finger my ass while sucking me.

  About ten days after his cast was removed Alec said, "Ok, I'm ready."

  "Ready? Ready for what?"

  "Ready for you to put that big cock in me. What do you think I've been
preparing for? Now that the cast is gone, and my leg is stronger, I want to
wrap them around you as you take my virgin ass."

  "Are you sure that's what you want?"

  "Bill, your's wasn't the first dick in my mouth, but it's gonna be the
first one in my ass. I want to give you something my father never got. Now
grab the lube, and tear me up."

  Mack was a sweet, naive, gorgeous boy, and I love him with all my
heart. But Alec, he's a fucking demon. And I mean that in the best way. The
boy is a sex fiend extraordinaire. Passionate, relentless, tireless,
shameless.

  Once the head of my cock entered him, he wrapped his legs around me as
promised, and went wild. Fucking up at me as hard as I fucked him. Talking
dirty, moaning, kissing, begging for more. Not just the first time
either. The second and third time that night was the same. He also seemed
to have an endless supply of cum. Squirting repeatedly all night.

  The next morning at breakfast, Alec sat across from me grinning like
Alice's Cheshire Cat.

  Rose poured my coffee and asked, "What was all that racket last night?"

  Alec choked, coughing cereal out his nose.

  Three days later she said, "I know it's really not my place to say
anything, But I get up at six every morning. If you boys would try to keep
the noise down, at least after midnight, I'd really appreciate it."

  Two weeks later, "I'm glad Alec is finally enjoying life, but I'm
changing your bed linen every other day, or they'd be too crusty for you to
sleep on."

  "Would a pay raise help?"

  "You pay me plenty. I hardly have to buy anything, and I've saved over
two hundred and fifty thousand dollars. I never dreamed I'd have that kind
of money. But, you're not as young as you used to be. How can you...well,
produce that much...stuff?"

  I laughed. "I don't. He does. Most of mine, he absorbs. What you see is
what he produces in the process."

  She looked shocked then asked, "Did...Mack...I mean, when you...?"

  "Yes, but not nearly as much or as often. And that is a question a mother
shouldn't ask about her son. Did you really want that picture in your head?
Just buy more linen when you go shopping. Oh, and you might need to wipe
down the bathroom cabinets more often too. He likes bending over the
counter, it's the perfect height, but the wood cabinet doors might suffer
in the long haul."

  "So that's what those stains were. I thought you all had a yogurt fight
in there or something.

  It was already several weeks into the new school year, and Alec hadn't
started yet. I contacted St. Andrew's again, explained the situation, and
started the process. Then I called my old friend Chad.

  "I have a friend that could help. He's a freshman at City View Community
College. Smart as a whip, just turned seventeen. He's only doing classes on
Tuesdays and Thursdays."

  St. Andrews tested Alec. He needed some remedial help in certain
subjects. Imagine trying to do good in school when you don't know if your
dad was going to beat you senseless at night. Not to mention having to blow
the man who was beating you. It's no wonder he needed help.

  Ron arrived Monday morning, raring to go. He took an immediate liking to
Alec, and I could tell he wanted the boy. He was a decent looking kid, tall
and thin, nice bulge in his jeans.

  That night after I had fucked Alec in the shower, and again in bed, he
was toying with my cock trying to revive it.

  "What do you think about Ron?" I asked.

  "He's nice. I think he likes me. He was looking at me funny all the time
he was here."

  "Have I told you about our sauna downstairs?"

  The next day they took a break from their studies. Alec suggested they go
to the sauna or pool. They weren't gone thirty minutes when I heard them
return and head straight to Alec's room.

  I waited ten minutes, then went to listen at the door. I could hear
Alec's familiar moans, and had no doubt he was getting fucked by Ron.

  After our first fuck that night Alec said, "I have to tell you
something."

  "Is it about Ron fucking you this afternoon?"

  He looked shocked that I knew. "Yeah. We got carried away. I'm sorry. I
won't do it anymore."

  "Don't worry about it. I need help keeping up with you. I'm not as young
as I used to be, and you need more than I can give you."

  "You mean... we can do it again?"

  "Did you like it?" I asked.

  "Yeah. HIs dick isn't as fat as your's but it's about an inch longer. It
was nice."

  "Really? Would you mind if I joined you two?"

  Alec gave me a huge smile.

  The next day when I heard them enter Alec's room, I waited ten minutes,
and entered the room naked as quietly as I could. Ron's back was to me as
he plowed Alec doggy style. By the time I was close to the bed, I was rock
hard.

  "Is this what I'm paying you for?" I all but yelled at Ron, scaring the
crap out of him.

  He jerked out and away from Alec, his cock flapping in the breeze, and
his eyes as big as saucers.

  The color had drained from his face, but his cock was still
hard. "I... I...Uh..."

  Then he saw my smile and my erection. Alec was laughing his head off.

  I walked over to him and picked up the bottle of lube off the nightstand
and handed it to him.

  "I suggest you get it nice and greasy or it's gonna hurt like hell when I
shove my dick up your ass."

  Ron became a regular visitor to our home, even after Alec went back to
school.
  Four years later, I got a call from Bart. "I've got a twelve year old boy
I need your help with."

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