Date: Wed, 21 Mar 2007 23:13:24 -0700 (PDT) From: Randy Craig Subject: Mr. Johnson's Boys-part 2 Pablo hesitated at the gigantic door a moment longer. He really wanted to be one of Mr. Johnson's boys and he knew very well that today was a big test. If he failed undoubtably Mr. Johnson would send him back to his miserable home, abusive father but most of all away from his new friends. He really liked Mr. Johnsons other boys and felt the warmth of friendship for the first time in his life. Above all though, he wanted to be able to help his brother Juan excape too. With a rapidly beating heart, Pablo made a few timid raps on the door, followed by a more generous knock. The door was opened by a distinguished man, obviously a servant, who gave him a quick, "welcome" and indicated by practice body language for Pablo to follow. The boy was then shown a waiting room where he was told Roaldo, the host of the gathering would greet him. The short wait helped Pablo steady his nerves and fluttering stomach. He glanced up, and for the first time in his life saw his reflection in the mirror. The sight did not displease him. He stood and slowly turned, his eyes glued to the mirror. The handsome pure white suit was a perfect fit for his slim lithe body. His short cropped black hair and dark skin was a perfect contrast. two pearly black eyes under long lashes stared back at him. What suprised him was how young he looked. I could pass for my 9 year old brother he thought. "Like what you see?" a voice quieried from behind him. Pablo twirled around to face a man he would know as Roaldo. He gave a nervous smile as he glanced at the man. Roaldo appeared to be in his mid 40's, Pablo guessed, with a typical mexican build. Black hair, with a touch of grey, average height and just a touch of a belly protruding from his waist. He was dressed casually with sweat pants and a modest shirt, a contrast to his oppulent house. "Welcome Pablo", the man said, extending his hand. "Mr. Johnson said we would be pleased with you and you are as cute as they come. He sure knows how to pick them," he laughed. "You know why you are here, I gather?" Roaldo quizzed. "Mr. Johnson told me to do what you asked of me" Pablo answered, having only the vaguest idea of what he was supposed to actually do. Mr. Johnson just kept saying Roaldo preferred his boys innocent and "green", as he referred to it. "Thats right, Pablo", Roaldo said before explaining. "I am entertaining some very important business associates tonight. If they are pleased with you it will help me greatly in my business. When i ask you to do something, or one of them, please do it," Roaldo said not unkindly. "And please do not worry so much. Mr. Johnson knows I will treat his boy well. Otherwise he will cut me from his client list and that would be terrible!" Roaldo laughed at his own joke. "Now Pablo, what can you do?" Pablo, momentarially flustered, grasped at the first thing he thought of. "Mr. Johnson showed me how to serve drinks" he said a little too eagerly. "Than serve you shall" Roaldo said. "That will be a good way to start". Pablo noticed only one off thing as they walked the hall together. The light sweat pants on Roaldo had a noticable tent between his legs. As with so many of the other new things Pablo was experiencing, he thought the matter odd but unimportant. As they entered the hall, Pablo could see that despite it being only mid afternoon, there was a small party going on. The table had drinks and snacks on it, with a card game in progress. With the alchohol, though, instead of seeing his fathers black anger, these men seemed to be very jovial and enjoying themselves. There was a momentary pause as Pablo walked in. "Holy Shit" one of the men exclaimed, and another let out a low growl and wolf whistle. "Let me introduce Pablo" Roaldo said breezily, and quickly introduced the men around the table. Yee was from China, and appeared round, balding and nodded his head rapidly several times. Next to him Fredrico was introduced, a handsome, muscular man from Brazil. Carlos, a Mexican in his early 40's was next followed by the tallest man pablo had ever seen. His name was Frank and Pablo was to learn he was a towering 6'4" of pure muscle. His huge hand enveloped Pablos tiny one. Everything about this man was huge. His feet were the largest the boy had ever seen too. His head was topped by reddish, curlish hair. Both he and the man next to him, his 19 year old son Jerry were Americans, Pablo learned. "Pablo, begin serving drinks", Roaldo instructed as he took his seat at the table. The tone was neither overly friendly, nor unfriendly, but rather a tone that expected compliance. "The bartender will get them ready". Pablo, after fetching the drinks, served thaem as Mr. Johnson has shown him, and he felt quite pleased with his initial efforts. He was then told to serve snacks. "Pablo", Mr. Johnson said after awhile, "I believe my guests would like you to remove your jacket and shirt". There were nods of agreement. "You may put your things behind the bar. Pablo did as told, and soon reappeared wearing his close fitted white pants only. His smooth brown and hairless chest was now for all the party to see. And look they did. None even tried to hide their interest in the little serving boy. The 19 year old American, Jerry looked as though his eyes would come right out of his sockets. His father had to repeatedly tug his arm to get him to take his turn at cards. Roaldos, instructions, though still stated in a casual voice, came more frequently now. "Don't mind my guests if they feel you some, Pablo" Roaldo next intoned." They appreciate you, I believe." On Pablo's next round of service he could feel hands lightly carressing his bare chest and arms. He recieved many pats on his tiny butt as well. There seemed to be the most constant request for the smallest of service. Pablo was very busy indeed. Roaldo's next request, without him even glancing up from his cards, caused Pablo to hesitate momentarially. "Remove your pants", was all he said. Pablo then did as told. Ducking behind the bar, he removed his pants. He was now nearly exposed completely. All he wore now was a small g-string Mr. Johnson had insisted he wear. His small bottom was completely exposed, and it barely covered his small uncut, and hairless penis. His penis was tiny, he knew even for his age. It had gotten hard a few times lately and he had hopes that it would eventually grow. His little ball sac was so small that it barely extended blow his cock. When he returned to the table, few even pretended any more that they needed anything served. Hands now nearly constantly felt his bottom, a sensation he decided he enjoyed. Exclamaitions of obvious enjoyment streamed constantly from the men as well. "Sweetest little guy ever", said one, "look at that tiny butt" said another. Fredrico, the Brazilian, said scornfully "come to Brazil sometime, we fuck'em younger than this even there". But Pablo noticed that he didn't take his eyes off him except when it was his turn at cards. Only Jerry said nothing, but his breathing seemed to be shallow and rapid. Pablo hoped he was ok. "Pablo" Roaldo next instructed "these men would like you to hake a turn sitting on each of their laps." Pablo noticed he hadn't consulted with the men but none seemed to disuade him from this odd request. Pablo hopped lightly on Yee, the Chinese mans lap first. Pablo noticed immediately a hardness extruding from between Yee's legs and now wedged between the boys tiny butt cheeks. Yees hands were all over the boy, touching him everywhere. Nothing was left untouched. Even his tiny penis was felt repeatedly. The the hardness between yee's legs grew longer as Pablo, not knowing what else to do, gently rocked and bounced on him. As he clambered down heading for the next man, he fely Yee kiss him. "Thanks" Pablo grinned impishly. He climbed to Roaldo's lap next. Roaldo urged him on to a guest after a short while. Enjoy my guests Pablo", he said. "I must concentrate on the cards." The stakes are high" He grinned "the winner gets your first blowjob". Pablo, not knowing what a blowjob was grinned back. He felt the men were pleased with him so far. As he went from lap to lap, he could feel the differences in the sizes of the hard thing protruding from each man. The largest by far belonged to the giant American, Frank. Sitting on his lap, it protruded past his bottom and stuck out some distance in front of Pablo. The boy, curious, felt the thing with his hands. Frank nodded encouragement and Pablo felt the thing throughly. It was warm even through the sweat pants, and had a slight throbbing to it. Last he sat on young Jerry's lap. Jerry let out an audible groan as he did so. His hardness was not as long as his dads but long none the less. After a few minutes of bouncing, Jerry let out a muffled squeek. Pablo was suprised to feel a wetness against his bottom. Hopping up to see what was wrong, he found his bottom covered in a sticky substance. Jerry turned red, and the other men laughed. "Pablos good", one said "cum already". For some reason Pablo felt the need to comfort the red faced Jerry. He hugged him around the waist and kissed the young mans lips. Instinctively he knew this was the right thing to. Jerrys response startled Pablo. As Pablo was retreating from his gentle kiss, Jerry returned his hug and returned Pablos kiss with a fevor the small boy had not known existed. Holding Pablo tightly, Jerry kissed and kissed Pablo. His tongue started searching for Pablos small mouth, and he hungrilly sought every crevasse and corner of the boys small mouth. The room went still at this impromptu rush of passion as Jerry feverishly kissed Pablo again and again. Jerry finally tore himself from the boy, breathing heavilly and flush in the face. "Easy, boy," someone said gently "We have all day you know". The next hand delt was only to Yee and Carlos. The winner would get Pablos first cock sucking. They looked forward to the spectical egerly as the all knew from watching the boy all afternoon how inexperienced he was. The boy was so small, so lithe and so willing it would be a treat no matter who the winner. Yee soon threw down his cards in disgust and Carlos grinned broadly. He was the obvious winner. Without hesitating he moved to a chair in the middle of the room. Roaldo beckoned Pablo. "Know what to do next?" he asked the boy pleasantly. The blank look answered the hosts question. Roaldo led the boy in front of Carlos. Even at this point pablo could tell Roaldo enjoyed every minute of instructing Pablo. A semi circle formed of the others as they watched in tense silence. "Pablo, this is his cock" He said as he pointed to the hard bulge. "It is a mans pleasure tool. I will tell you what to do. Learn well, Pablo, and you will be a member of Mr. Johnsons boys for a long time." Following Roaldo's quiet but firm instructions, the boy pulled Carlos cock from the loose sweatpants. He gasped at the size. At last he knew what the hardness was! At Roaldos prompting he felt the cock and hairy ball sac beneath it. It was so large the boys tiny hands could not encircle it unless he used both together. The thing pulsed and quivered in the boys hands, as if alive. Pablo did not even hesitate upon hearing the next instruction. As if in a dream he opened his mouth and, choking, started licking and tounging the monster. Faster and with less prompts, he sucked the reddening member, tongue, moving, lips bobbing. He could feel the mans pleasure and hear his moans. The moves were coming to him more and more naturally as he quickened his pace, sliding the monster in and out of his mouth, tongue flicking, saliva slicking the throbbing member with every bob of his head. This he knew instinctively was bring Carlos real pleasure, perhaps the ultimate pleasure. Roaldo stopped giving him instructions and watched, as the little protoge worked faster and faster, with more and more skill. Suddenly, Carlos groaned even more loudly, arched his head back and let out a yell. Pablo felt the member grow even harder, and redden even more. Suddenly it gave a pulse, the largest yet, and Pablo felt a sudden gush of wetness squirt into his mouth. Another and then another and still more, until Pablo, choking, and mouth full with excess streaming down his cheeks fell gasping to the floor. Recovering slowly he, tenatively at first and then with increasing relish, started to swallow the salty liquid that filled his mouth. Carlos, breathing heavily, sat for a few minutes as he recovered. A smile was playing on his heavy, serious face. Addressing Roaldo, he said simply, "the best yet. He is a natural and I think he enjoys it". Pablo, also recovering, grinned his reply. Roaldo, seeing that this business party was promising to be very successful, soon urged to party back to the game. "I don't think Pablo need my help on this particular pleasure for the rest of the evening" Roaldo said smoothly. To Pablo, he smiled. "Good job. You will now pleasure the others this way while we play for another prize. The prize is your cherry," he said and in a serious tone told Pablo, "This is your biggest test to see if you are fit to be one of Mr. Johnson's boys".