AUTHORS NOTE: Finally, after a nearly three year hiatus, Sam and Jamie's story continues. I encourage those of you who remember it from its original posting to re-read it again as I've edited the original six chapters to add a couple new plot directions and fixed up spelling/grammatical errors as well as improved readability in some areas. This chapter is primarily set at Coney Island for Jamie's birthday and we get to meet Ty and Sam spends a good while with Quinn getting to know him a bit better. I hope I've done the story justice with this new chapter and that it was worth the wait.

 

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New York Dreams – Chapter VII

 

"Jamie..." Sam groaned in a quiet husky voice shaking his head in a slow side to side motion silently telling him to stop. He took in a deep breath through his nose unable to stop the closed lipped grin forming on his face wanting the boy to continue what he was doing but knowing he shouldn't.

 

"Nobody can see." Jamie whispered tightening his grip around Sam's expanding cock through his swimwear and then began rubbing his palm up and down feeling it respond to his touch. They were in the ocean, the water up to Sam's chest with Jamie clinging on to him with his legs wrapped around his waist and an arm resting on his shoulder while the other was wedged between them groping at the thickening bulge of his crotch. Nearly a dozen other boys and their Dad's surrounded them, oblivious to where Jamie's hand was and what he was doing and as much as Sam wished he didn't have to, he gently pulled Jamie's arm away and looked him in the eye.

 

"Not here sport."

 

"I bet Ash is sucking his Uncle's dick or something right now." Jamie half whispered leaning into his ear as Sam held on tightly to the boy's wrist struggling to keep the hand from delving back between their bodies and groping his cock. He'd remained soft or in a mostly flaccid state most of the day with the exception of a brief tryst with Quinn in the changing rooms, but what had kept his sexual fantasies in check was the appearance of Ash's Uncle Ty. He'd made the trip from L.A. under the guise to surprise Jamie on his birthday, yet Sam suspected that was just a convenient excuse and his real motivation lay in getting into one or both of the boys pants. Far from what Sam had expected, the unbridled joy Ash had exhibited at seeing his Uncle as he ran to him and jumped up into his outstretched arms was undeniable. Sam had kept a wary eye on him, staying a safe distance away but observing them from a distance. It was the little things that Sam saw that made him reconsider his assumptions about the man he'd only heard about; the way he kept looking at Ash with a look Sam could only describe as love and affection, the constant contact between them and the way that Ty dotted on his young nephew. He loved Ash; it was plainly obvious to anyone who cared to look and the smile on his face spoke volumes to Sam, but it also spoke of something else entirely that Sam knew about all too well. It was the look of a man that knew his eleven year old nephew far more intimately than most Uncles ever would, and if he hadn't been looking for it, Sam may have very easily missed the sexual desire written across his face.

 

Shell, Sam and the three boys had arrived at Coney Island beach just before two o'clock after Sam had hidden Jamie's new skateboard in the trunk of her car. Both he and Quinn had run amuck in the apartment for over half an hour firing Nurf darts at each other while the two older boys showered together. Shell had come out once to find them crawling on the floor pretending to sneak up on some unsuspecting enemies behind the couch and had left them to it while she disappeared again into her bedroom when her phone had rung. When Jamie and Ash finally came back downstairs all smiles and looking sexy as all hell, they'd plonked down in front of the TV and watched Deadpool 2 while the rain cleared up and the sun finally came out.

 

Jamie was wearing a plain white tee-shirt over a tight fitting pair of bright fire-engine red three quarter length jeans that looked absolutely fucking stunning on him. They were so tight that there was barely a bump at the front of his crotch but Sam knew exactly what he packed beneath and he could hardly wait imagining how exciting it'd be to strip them off him. Ash on the other hand had changed into beige cargo shorts and a light blue buttoned shirt with the top couple of buttons undone showing off the beginning of his smooth young chest. Neither wore any shoes or socks and their hair was still slightly damp from the shower as they came and sat down in the opposite couch from Sam and Quinn. They quickly got comfortable leaning into each other with their shoulders, waists and legs touching and even holding hands and smiling at each other, giggling when they saw Sam looking their way more than once.

 

As would be the case for most of the day, Quinn practically hung off Sam's arm and cuddled into him while watching the movie and he too was giggling at the comedy of it all, especially the foul language and sexual connotations.

 

When Shell had finally emerged from her room in a one piece dress looking radiant and as beautiful as Sam had ever seen her, he could see in her face that she was happy and excited about something. She motioned with her head to beckon Sam into the kitchen away from the boys. He looked at her quizzically and reluctantly extracted himself from Quinn's small wee body snuggled into his own and followed her into the other room.

 

"Can you do me a huge favor Sam?" She'd asked quietly.

 

"Sure... Anything."

 

"That was Dan on the phone," Shell said and seeing the blank look on Sam's face she explained. "The client that bought your piece remember? He came by on Jamie's birthday which is why I was late getting to your place."

 

Sam nodded. "Well, he's just asked me out tonight and I said yes."

 

"Oh," Was all Sam could think to say and even though he knew what was coming next he asked anyway. "What about Jamie?"

 

"Could you stay here with them? Ash and Quinn were going to stay tonight as well and I don't want to spoil it for Jamie, but I really like Dan and kinda need this. Please Sam?" She asked and put a hand on his arm.

 

There was no way he was going to say no and without a moment's hesitation he smiled and nodded his head agreeing to her request. "Of course. No problem."

 

He could see she'd already known he'd never turn her down and the smile she gave him only confirmed it. "Thanks Sam... Besides, I think Jamie'll like it if you stayed over without me around."

 

Here we go again, Sam thought to himself wondering exactly what she was getting at. But before he could think of a reply that wouldn't confirm her accurate suspicions, she cut him off. "I'm not completely blind you know... I do wash his laundry after all."

 

Fuck! Sam tried to swallow the dread that grew in the pit of his stomach but his mouth had suddenly gone dry. How could he be so fucking careless... Whatever she thought she knew, now she has proof. For a few moments it felt like he was floating and a wave of dizziness swept over him as his head span. He couldn't describe how he felt; the urge to vomit was strong as he saw the rest of his life gurgling down the drain and years spent in prison, yet at the same time his logical mind processed the facts. In her mind she was sure he'd had sex with her son. She'd used him to drag Sam out of his self-induced isolation, she'd told him Jamie was gay and had practically encouraged him to give into the boy and let him have what he wanted. And now she was asking him to spend the night alone with three boys in her apartment without her. She knew, and yet she was giving him free reign to... To do what? Did she suspect there was more to it than just Jamie?

 

"Shell..." Sam finally found his voice but it was strained.

 

"We'll talk about it tomorrow Sam, but let's just say that if he gets his way I might not be the only one getting lucky tonight." And then she squeezed his arm once more and turned around to the kitchen. "Coffee?"

 

He didn't remember walking back into the TV room but when he sat down again, Quinn resumed his place snuggling into his side and pulled Sam's arm around him as Jamie looked up at him from the other couch. His expression turned to one of concern seeing his face but Sam just shook his head and tried to smile, silently telling him everything was okay. By the time the movie ended Sam had recovered enough to help Shell pack what they'd need for the day and had even managed to get in a little teasing of his own.

 

"So this Dan guy, is he old like all the others?"

 

"Maybe," Shell had answered with a smile. Sam knew she preferred older men. "By the way, don't say anything to the boys about you staying... Let's keep that as a surprise for later."

 

When they'd finally left the apartment, loaded up the trunk with their bags and the boy's skateboards Sam had followed closely behind Shell's Porsche on his bike and dumped his riding gear in the back seat once he'd stripped out of them. The other guests had arrived soon after and it wasn't long before there were a dozen boys running all over the place, weaving in and out of the marquee tent that'd been erected right by the pier and generally acting just like the ten, eleven and twelve year old boys they were. Shell was busy making conversation with the other parents and Sam noted that Ty was out there roughhousing with the boys and other Dad's without a care in the world. It wasn't long before Jamie was pulling on his arm dragging him out onto the sand to join in on an impromptu piggy-back wresting match but he didn't jump up on Sam's back though. Quinn had quickly laid claim to him and was bouncing up and down while holding on tight with his legs and arms wrapped around Sam's body as they jostled and crashed into the others.

 

Due to the humidity caused by the drying rain Ash was soon stripping off his t-shirt with Jamie following suit, and within a few minutes all of the boys were shirtless and naked from the waist up. They stayed that way for the rest of the day until it was time to head off to the restaurant for dinner and Sam hadn't minded in the least. For a few hours he was treated to a dozen bared chested preteen boys wearing only shorts or cut-off's hanging off their slim tapered waists. While some were more developed than others like Jamie and Ash's dance practice friends, all of them were sexy and gorgeous in their own unique way. For a while Sam only had eyes for Jamie in his tight fitting bright red three-quarter length jeans that hugged his waist and ass like a glove, but it was Ash's body that Sam's gaze ended up looking at more than the others. As much as he hated to admit it Ash's body was even hotter than Jamie's. His chest was slightly more defined, the muscles in his stomach more pronounced and the curve of his waist and hips were the envy of every other boy there. He oozed sex from every pore and he fucking well knew it too. Yes, Ash could be a little shit at times and was prone to bursts of arrogance but if it wasn't for Jamie Sam knew he could very easily fall in love with him. Maybe he already had in a sense, but not like he had with Jamie. What he felt for Jamie was much more than just a lustful desire for sex with a prepubescent boy, it was like a part of him was missing whenever they were apart and he felt hollow inside without him nearby. He couldn't stop thinking about him. And it wasn't just because of the sex either; it was other things too, needing him to be happy and feeling loved, wanting to take him out and do things together, to teach him to ride a motorbike or simply being in the same room as him.

 

Seeing him then, his tanned body clinging tightly to the back of one of the fathers with the jade neckless swinging wildly around his throat and chest as they ran around in the sand sent a pang of jealously through him, but he shrugged it off as quickly as it came. He'd be spending the night alone with him, probably sleeping in Jamie's own bed and it was a sure-fire certainty that he'd get to fuck him again tonight. Ash and Quinn were supposed to be staying too but with Ty's surprise arrival, plans had changed. Ash was spending the night with his Uncle in his hotel room and Quinn, who had yet to be told, would be heading back home with his parents. Sam felt bad for the little guy, but Shell had suggested it was better if his parents took him home since Ash wouldn't be there and having to look after Quinn as well might be too much for him to handle. Yeah right... Sam had thought at the time. She was paving the way for the two of them to be alone without realizing that having Quinn there probably wouldn't have changed the fact that he was going to make love to her son that night. In fact, he might even have wanted to join in.

 

So, Sam made sure he spent as much time with Quinn as he could so the young eight year old boy didn't feel left out. After seeing him naked in Jamie's bathroom that morning and helping him dress, Sam was beginning to see him in a different light. He'd lightly rubbed his thumb on the boy's soft one inch dick through his underwear and kissed a tiny nipple, but he'd wanted to do so much more and now, having him bouncing up and down on his back was an exquisite kind of torture. His small body was pressed up hard against his back with Sam's arms stretching back holding him up with both hands cupping his firm little ass. He even felt him get hard at one point, his preteen dick probably no more than two or two and a half inches, rubbing against him and Sam slipped his thumbs forward between his outstretched legs and pressed into the small spongy pouch of his balls. The boy's arms and legs tightened around Sam as he took in a sudden breath but did nothing to hinder Sam's touch. It lasted only a brief moment before they were sent careening to one side after Ty and Ash came crashing into them. Afterwards, once the men were exhausted and needed a rest the boys went running off towards the amusement park with a couple of the Mom's in toe. Quinn had yanked on Sam's arm badgering him to join them and he gladly got back up holding onto the boy's hand as they walked along the boardwalk. Thinking back on his own childhood it was hard to imagine himself at the same age; his Mom had died of a drug overdose, he'd run away from his foster home and he'd been only a few months older than Quinn was right now when he'd sold himself on the streets of New York for sex with whichever men were looking for boys like him. There had been so many that Sam had lost count. For nearly a year he'd had three or four men a week fuck him in alley ways, seedy motel rooms, in the back seats of cars or in filthy public toilets. Most were kind and gentle and brought him to their homes or to some of the nicer hotels for the night pretending to care for him and even love him for a short time, but a few were indifferent at best and treated him as nothing more than a cheap rent-boy rather than the miserable nine year old he'd been. Even though Sam would never know exactly how many times he'd been fucked before he'd even turned ten years old, it was easy enough to work out that it had to be close to at least 150 different men.

 

But Leo had changed all that from the very first night they'd met. Both had been in pain for very different reasons; Sam's being the physical and emotional abuse and the searing agony of being burnt while Leo's was born of a life lived in suffering and depression because of the shame he'd felt being sexually attracted to boys. From that night on Sam knew what real love was and they'd both shared in each other's bodies most nights often waking and making love again before he went to school in the mornings. He couldn't help but to compare his own childhood to Quinn's and how different the young eight year old's life was. He'd only just discovered how good it felt to have another person suck his dick and make him `tingle' like Ash and Jamie had done for him the night before and for that Sam was eternally grateful.

 

Being the youngest and therefore smallest, it was a crushing blow for Quinn when he'd been told he was too little to for a couple of the rides which left him with Sam and Ty while the older boys shot off to ride on the Thunderbolt, Soarin' Bagle and the Steeplechase. Ty had joined them and both he and Sam stayed with the younger boy riding go-carts at the Coney Island Raceway having a blast until Quinn had all but forgotten his disappointment. For the first time that day Sam and Ty actually talked to each other and Sam was surprised to find he actually liked the guy. He was nothing like he'd imagined him to be and after seeing him with Ash and Quinn, Sam's opinion of the man he'd never met had changed. He could see why Ash would be drawn to him and suspected that maybe Jamie's view was biased as a result of knowing it was Ash that Ty was in love with. Whatever the reason, Sam vowed Jamie would never have to feel that way about him; that he would know without a doubt in his mind that Sam loved him just as much, if not more than Ty so obviously loved Ash. Getting to know Ty just a little, Sam felt no jealousy or resentment towards the man he knew had first seduced Jamie and had taken his virginity, or for the fact that he was going to be spending the night with Ash when that was exactly what Sam longed to do as well. It may not happen tonight like he'd first thought when Shell had asked him to stay and look after them, but he knew over the coming days or weeks Ash would want what he'd been promised and then spread his cheeks for Sam to take his pleasure in his own ass. The real question that burned in Sam's mind though was whether Ash had already told Ty about him, or just how long it would be before he did because there was no doubt in his mind that Ty would know by the end of the night if he didn't already.

 

By the time they'd got back to the pier and marquee, with Quinn still hanging off Sam's arms, much of the humidity in the air had burnt off and the now hot and sweaty boys had declared that they'd wanted to get into the water to play. While they descended on their parents, dragging a couple of the Dad's up and quickly got changed Sam noticed Shell off to one side talking to an older looking man with salt and pepper hair that he was sure hadn't been there earlier. When she saw him Shell smiled and beckoned him over waving her hand and Sam dutifully navigated his way around the dozen boys and adults, his attention momentarily focusing on Jamie as he struggled to strip off the tight red trousers he wore revealing the almost non-existent brief styled swimmers he had on underneath. From waist to hem, if they were thicker than the width of his hand Sam would've been surprised. They hid absolutely nothing and revealed far more than any other pair of swimmers he'd ever seen and they looked so fucking hot and sexy on the young eleven year old boy. He was practically stark bollock naked with only a few square inches of tight fitting cloth covering his ass and the small yet enticing bulge of his hairless preteen cock and balls. It was with great difficulty that Sam turned away as he approached Shell and, he suspected, her date for the night.

 

"Sam," Shell smiled. "I'd like you to meet Dan O'Donnell, the client who brought three of your pieces."

 

He was in his fifties, probably a good fifteen years older than Shell with a deeply tanned face but he looked fit and had an air of confidence about him. Sam held out his hand and Dan took it offering a firm grip. "It's very nice to meet you Dan; Shelly's told me almost nothing about you." He joked.

 

Dan smiled with an expression of open friendliness. "Pleasure's all mine mate. Shell's actually told me a lot about you and I have to say your work is... pretty bloody amazing."

 

The Australian accent surprised Sam. "You're Australian?" He asked.

 

"Born `n' bred I'm afraid. Still trying to lose the accent but after fifteen years I don't think it's going anytime soon."

 

"Don't..." Sam smiled. "It suits you."

 

Shelly laid a hand on his arm and laughed. "Stop flirting Sam, he already brought three of your pieces."

 

Sam faked a shocked expression. "I wasn't flirting..."

 

"C'mon Sammy!" Jamie called out from the other side of the marquee. Sam looked up in time to see the three boys huddled together looking his way and Ash gave his younger brother a slight shove with an all too familiar smile on his face. He knew that look; the older boy was up to something but before he had time to contemplate it Quinn had skipped up to his side and was yanking on his arm. With a quick goodbye he was being dragged away looking back over his shoulder at Shell and Dan with a look of approval. He was exactly the sort of man Sam envisioned Shell would end up with. She'd always been attracted to older distinguished men much like Leo had been. If it hadn't been for him, Sam thought, Leo and Shell's friendship may have turned into something much more intimate. There had been times when he'd thought he'd seen something between them when he was sixteen or seventeen and starting to think about university, but then not long after Shell had told them she was pregnant and whatever it was that had started to develop had just as quickly faded away. However, he hardly had time for even that memory to race through his brain before his eyes locked onto both Jamie and Ash heading towards the ocean. Would he have minded if Leo had slept with Shell?

 

The answer was that he really wasn't sure. Maybe. As an older teen he knew one day he and Leo would stop having sex. He'd not been attracted to men like he was to boys and Sam knew he was already too old for Leo to be really interested in him sexually anymore. If he'd lived, perhaps Sam would've been grateful if Leo and Shell had ended up together; he couldn't have thought of a better outcome for the two most important people in his life.

 

His musing was interrupted again expecting Quinn to lead him out of the marquee and follow the crowd of other boys and Dads heading towards the water. Sam pulled back on Ash's younger brother's arm when he turned in the opposite direction. "Where you going buddy? The water's that way."

 

"I need to change `cos I didn't wear my swimmers underneath like Ash and Jamie." The boy said holding up what would undoubtedly be a very small and revealing pair of sky blue brief swimmers. Lord have mercy...

 

"Can't you just change here?" Sam asked but then realized he should probably change as well since he didn't want to be uncomfortable later in the evening wearing damp underwear under his shorts.

 

"No, `cos people will see." Quinn said looking around at the few adults left in the marquee. "The changing rooms are just there."

 

Sam looked to see where he was pointing and nodded his head. "Okay sport. Just let me get my swimmers first."

 

A quick detour and Sam was walking the short distance to the public changing rooms with Quinn's hand in his own. To anyone else they'd seem like any other father and son, but inside Sam was looking forward to the possibility of seeing Quinn's naked body once more. He'd felt a definite stirring his in loins when he'd seen him naked in Jamie's bathroom that morning and he knew if given the chance he'd love to do more than just rub his thumb over the small pouch of his tiny cock and balls. If Quinn were to give any sign of wanting to do the same things with him as his brother and Jamie already had, he knew he'd cave within a few seconds and succumb to the long suppressed urge to be with a boy as young as Quinn was again.

 

Even having the boy's hand in his own during the short walk to the public changing rooms turned him on and he'd had to concentrate on not becoming rock hard at the thought of seeing him naked. Not that he wasn't half way there already; like the others Quinn had lost the t-shirt and was wearing only a pair of lose thin shorts and bare feet and Sam's gaze kept returning to the boy's light honey colored chest and small dark nipples. By the time they'd stepped inside the cooler interior of the changing rooms Sam was already partially erect as he turned towards a long row of bench seats built into the side of the room but Quinn pulled his arm back stopping him in his tracks.

 

"Can we change in one of those?" He asked pointing with his other hand. Sam looked across at the row of cubicles adorning the other side noting that they were rather large. None were occupied at the moment and, surprisingly, they were the only ones in the changing rooms so he nodded his head seeing the almost pleading look on Quinn's face.

 

"Sure." Sam replied and let Quinn lead him to the furthest one at the back of the room shutting and locking the door behind him before turning to put his swimmers on the small seat. There would be no hiding in the enclosed space. They hadn't brought their towels with them so neither of them would be covering up or changing without the other seeing, but Sam was hesitant wondering if he should just strip in front of the eight year old boy and expose himself fully.

 

Quinn, it seemed, had no such qualms. Having already been shirtless it was only a matter of seconds before he'd hooked his thumbs into the waistband of both his shorts and underwear pushing them down as he bent forward to slips them off his feet. Sam stood there, his heart racing and the blood rushing to his cock as the boy stood back up facing him once more completely naked with the top of his head reaching only as high as Sam's chest. The smile on his cute boyishly gorgeous face was captivating just like his eyes were, but at only two feet away it was his body that had Sam growing between his legs. Quinn's stunningly sexy wee body was so similar to Ash's with the same defined chest, slim tapered waist and small flaccid one and a half inch penis sprouting from the slightly paler flesh of his satiny smooth flat pubis and Sam couldn't take his eyes off it. Hanging limply over the tight orb of his small compact balls, the puckered end of his foreskin was sealed together yet there was the clear outline of his helmeted head showing beneath and for a brief moment Sam longed to reach out and touch him; to slowly peel the protective sheath back until his tiny glans were revealed in all it's beautiful glory.

 

Fucking Jesus... Sam silently groaned to himself as his cock swelled and thickened in his shorts. I want him so bad.

 

"Can I see yours?" Quinn half whispered in a shy tentative voice as his hands reached out to the waistband of Sam's shorts. Unbelievably, Sam watched as the young eight year old slipped his fingers between the skin of his waist and the band of his shorts, and slowly pulled it away while looking down at the obvious bulge in front. He should have stopped the young boy but he didn't; not when he slid his thin little fingers forward along his stomach; not when he felt those same fingers retract and slowly move down and he certainly didn't push them away when he felt them moving onto his now fully engorged cock trapped within his underwear. Christ, he couldn't believe he was being felt up by an eight year old in a public changing room but fuck it, he'd wanted this and Quinn's feathery touch felt too fucking good to stop him now.

 

"Undo the button Sweetie," Sam whispered down into his dirty blond hair and put a hand on his naked shoulder rubbing up and down his arm urging him to take his cock out and hold it. Quinn looked up briefly with a wicked grin and then back down, his small hands hurriedly twisting the button and fumbling for the zipper fly. The pressure on Sam's cock eased as the zipper reached its stop with one side of his fly flapping open over the boy's fingers and the other held up in his other hand. The hard shaft and bloated head of his cock stretched the taut fabric of his briefs and Sam felt the tickling sensation of precum as it travelled up the interior tubes of his penis to leak from his slit and darken a small spot on the material hugging his glans.

 

Quinn's head remained downturned as he released his loose grip on Sam's shorts and they fell to the floor with a slight thud and suddenly his small electric hand was on his manhood, pressing into him with his thumb on one side and his fingers on the other over his briefs. The sensation of the young eight year old boy's hand was truly sublime; so far beyond what Sam thought might ever happen with Quinn, yet he wanted more. He yearned to feel the warmth of his mouth and the softness of his tongue and cheeks on his rock hard cock and, looking down around his head, Sam saw with a smile forming on his lips that Quinn's small one and a half inch little boy cock had begun to rise.

 

Slowly at first, it thickened slightly and then lengthened before lifting up from its cradle above the soft spongy orb of his balls held tight against his body. As he delicately traced just his fingertips along Sam's solid shaft to his sac, the lose skin at the tip of the boy's penis opened as he grew and his other hand went to it without thought. Pulling down to expose the miniature head of his pale lavender glans Quinn's fingers slowly moved away again as Sam moaned quietly in tormented agony with both hands now on the boy's shoulders. It would've been so easy to push Quinn down to his knees in front of him and paint his lips with the fat bulbous head of his cock urging the boy to open up and take him into his mouth, but he didn't. Instead he gently nudged him back a step until the back of his knees touched the seat behind him.

 

Trying to hide the heightened desire he felt at seeing Quinn's now almost fully erect little cock pointing straight out, Sam finally found his voice once again. "Why don't you sit down sport and I'll get out of these."

 

The fact that Quinn was going to see him completely naked before Ash wasn't lost on Sam and the look on the younger boys face turned to one of excited anticipation. He quickly sat down on the bench with a hand clenching the wooden seat while the other went to his now two and a half inch boner; his legs spread wide open affording Sam an unobstructed view of his hot, perfect young body and the twin orbs of his hairless little balls pulled up tight against his groin. Jesus he'd love to suck him. He wanted to feel the soft hardness of his erection and swallow both of his tiny balls into his warm hungry mouth and bath them with his tongue rolling them back and forth. Quinn looked up at him having to crane his neck back as Sam took a step towards him standing just between his feet and bent over slightly. The kids blond hair was thick and scruffy and looking closer Sam could see the darker strands within as if it'd been colored with highlights, but it was all natural and accentuated the boy's youthfully beautiful face.

 

"Ready?" Sam asked and winked. He almost lent in and kissed him but his lips were just a few inches too far away.

 

"Uh-huh." Quinn's head turned down once more with his face level with Sam's crotch and erect cock stretching the fabric of his briefs. He even licked his lips which caused Sam's prick to twitch with another gloriously delightful tickling emission that seeped from his slit. Taking in a breath Sam lowered his underwear from behind first, then slipped his hands around to the front with four fingers underneath the waistband and thumbs out before pulling the elastic material outwards and down over his erect cock and balls exposing himself to Quinn's eyes fully for the first time. He let them fall to his feet and stood up straight, purposefully keeping his hands well away from his now throbbing manhood allowing Quinn to stare open mouthed at the first, Sam presumed, erect adult male's penis.

 

Sam really didn't know what he expected Quinn to do, but he watched spellbound as he peeled the skin back over the small head of his own hard erection and squeezed his preteen boyhood tightly between his thumb and fingers. Jesus he was so fucking hot and sexy as hell... and so God damned smooth too; the soft satiny skin of his bald pubic mound begged to be caressed and licked, his tiny plump balls fondled and squeezed and his juicy little cock sucked all the way until his lips were wrapped around the thin shaft at its base. Fuck he wanted to suck the little boy off and watch the pleasure wash across his face as he orgasmed in his mouth.

 

Quinn's face was maybe a foot away from his cock, and looking down Sam watched as his hand let go of the bench seat, keeping the other on his own boyhood, and reached up to grasp him around his shaft. His little fingers curled into a fist close to the base but they were a long way from touching his thumb on the other side. Sam let out a low moan and put a hand on the boy's shoulder to steady himself and instinctively pushed his hips forward slightly.

 

"It's like Jamie's," Quinn said more to himself than to Sam and then looked up at him. "But yours is bigger."

 

"You like it bigger or smaller?" Sam asked feeling Quinn's hand slide upwards towards his bloated head and then his thumb swiped across his slit and the clear sticky emission of his excitement. The quiet moan that escaped his mouth was born of an unbridled yearning to have this boy; to teach him the pleasures his body could bring him as he explored every inch with his mouth and feel his soft smooth skin under his roaming hands.

 

Quinn shrugged his shoulders. "Both I guess... Mine's not as big as theirs."

 

"Well, you're only eight. It'll get bigger." Sam replied to the boy looking down into his eyes. God he was beautiful and not for the first time he thought about how popular Quinn would have been on the streets had he lived the life Sam had. "But I think it's perfect just the way it is."

 

"Did Jamie really suck it when you were in his bedroom?"

 

"Yeah, but he wanted to." Sam said as his mind started to click back into gear. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to okay kiddo? With Jamie or Ash or with me either."

 

"I know," Quinn said smiling. "I liked it when they sucked mine... What's that?" He asked suddenly as he rubbed his thumb back through Sam's precum causing his erection to tense in response.

 

"That's how you know I like what you're doing buddy," Sam half whispered, his voice sounding strained.

 

"Yeah, but what is it?"

 

Steeling his resolve Sam finally took hold of the boy's thin wrist and pulled his hand away. "It's called precum and it makes everything slippery so it's easier to have sex." He answered and then smiled at Quinn. "Plus it tastes good too." With that he brought Quinn's hand up and licked his own juices from the boy's thumb sucking it into his mouth and saw both the excitement and wonder in his adorably cute young face.

 

Without any warning or indication of what he was about to do, Quinn quickly lent forward with his small pink tongue poking out and licked the swollen head of Sam's cock. His sweet soft lips settled wetly around his glans as the boy's tongue prodded at his slit in search of his emissions before coming together and closing. When he pulled away again what Sam saw was a huge grin plastered across Quinn's face as he licked his lips.

 

"Jesus Quinn..." Sam groaned longingly. "Even Ash hasn't done that."

 

"Can I suck it?"

 

Fuck he was tempted to say yes. "No... You can't," Sam smiled. "At least not here."

 

"Where then? At Jamie's? Can I do it tonight when we go back to his place?" It was like someone had turned a switch on the shy, sweet innocent little boy Sam thought he'd known. But what Quinn didn't know yet was that he wouldn't be sleeping at Jamie's or, Sam suspected, that Ash would be spending the night with his Uncle Ty in his Hotel room.

 

"I'm not sure buddy," Sam said reaching across him to pick up his swimmers and began pulling them on and tucking his now slightly softer cock away. "Why don't we just wait and see for a couple days and if you still want to then maybe you could come visit me at my place with Ash?"

 

"But I want to..." Quinn lamented with a pouty face before his head turned towards the unseen door of the changing room as a noise drew his attention. The voices of an adult and a couple boys echoed in the concrete brick interior and Sam held his finger up to his mouth silently telling Quinn to keep his voice down.

 

"C'mon buddy, better get into your swimmers." Sam smiled again and then lent in to whisper in his ear. "If you really want to then you can, and I'll suck yours too. Just probably not tonight okay?"

 

The smile on his gorgeous face was infectious. "Okay." He whispered back and gave his own small dick a final squeeze before slipping his skimpy swimmers over his feet and up his smooth creamy soft thighs. Sam couldn't believe he'd just said no to the boy, but he was sure Quinn wouldn't forget his promise.

 

With his own loose swimmers hiding his now much reduced semi-hard erection Sam looked on as Quinn left the cubical, his eyes focusing on the boy's small rounded ass clad in only the tight fitting speedo briefs that left little to the imagination. The darker shade that clearly defined the valley of his cheeks was enticing, but it was the way they hugged his slim narrow waist and upper thighs that Sam found so alluring. God he was a sexy wee little boy and he'd have loved to touch and caress him and feel the softness of his body under his hands roaming over every square inch. Sam purposefully looked away towards the newly arrived group knowing that he'd get hard again in just a few seconds if he let his mind follow that train of thought. A couple of boys, one about Ash and Jamie's age and another a little older with what Sam supposed was their father, were getting changed in the far corner and looked up at them as they made their way out. The older boy was a little on the chubby side for Sam's taste, and while the other had a nice slim torso and waist, he was still a long way from the dance toned bodies of Quinn or Jamie and definitely not as sexy hot as Ash was by any stretch.

 

Outside, Quinn's hand was once again in his as they strode out into the brilliant sunshine and made their way back to the marquee where they dropped off their clothes before heading to join the others in the water. It took maybe another fifteen or twenty minutes before Sam realized that Ash and Ty had vanished as Jamie clung onto him with his hand down between their bodies whispering into his ear that Ash was probably sucking his Uncle's cock right at that very second.

 

How many times would he have to stop one of them trying to get into his pants today? It seemed like all he'd been doing was saying no when really he wanted nothing more than to say yes and disappear with one of them for a little fun time. It would have to wait, but only until tonight when he'd have Jamie all alone in his own bedroom where he'd make love to him again and give the boy as many orgasms as he demanded of him. It would've been far more enjoyable if Ash could've been there; he'd have let the two boys both fuck him before he got to slide his aching cock all the way up inside Ash's fuckable ass and do him like he so obviously wanted. But there was always tomorrow or the next weekend or even one day during the week. Sam was sure he'd be able to convince the two boys to pay him a visit after school when they didn't have dance practice for an afternoon of sex.

 

Holding Jamie close with his arms wrapped around the eleven year old boy's body Sam dunked them both under the water for a second and then came back up leaning in close to his ear. "Your Mom's out tonight Tiger," Sam whispered loud enough for Jamie to hear. "She asked me to stay the night at your place with you."

 

"For reals?"

 

"For reals." Sam grinned and saw the look on Jamie's face. God he was so beautiful, but there was something there that Sam just couldn't put his finger on. For maybe the twentieth time since he'd been reunited with the boy there was such a strong sense of familiarity that he couldn't quite grasp, and it was seriously starting to annoy the crap out of him.

 

"Are you gonna let us fuck you?" He meant him and Ash of course. Obviously he hadn't given Ty's arrival much thought and what that might mean for his plans to have his boyfriend sleep over.

 

"Well... I think maybe Ty might want Ash to spend some time with him. He did come all the way from L.A. to see him."

 

"Oh.. Yeah." Jamie grinned realizing he'd been a bit slow. "You could do it to me if you wanted."

Sam just smiled. Of course he fucking wanted to. "Count on it buddy."

 

For the next hour they played and swam, splashed and fought with his friends and their Dad's. Despite his sexual craving for Jamie's hot as fuck preteen body Sam kept his thoughts from straying too far into the future and actually had a lot of fun tossing one boy after another into the water. Ash and Ty eventually turned up again; one minute they were nowhere to be seen and the next they were right there in the mix as if they hadn't just disappeared for over half an hour. While Sam had a strong suspicion of where they'd been and what they'd been doing together, he could clearly see that Ash was happy and that he obviously loved his Uncle a great deal. And, it seemed, the feeling was mutual in the way Ty looked at him after they'd all been ordered out of the water by Shell who told them it was time to open presents.

 

There weren't that many since Shell had asked the boy's parents not to buy any, but he still had a small number from his Mom, Ash and Quinn and of course the skateboard that Sam had got him which he saw was hidden unwrapped under a beach towel. Most parents stood back a ways and let the boys crowd around watching him open his few gifts, but Shell, Dan, Ty and Sam were right there in the thick of it. Even though he was suddenly surrounded once again by a dozen nearly naked boys in nothing more than the revealing swimwear they wore, Sam's sole focus was on the boy he'd fallen in love with in such a short time. Sure, he'd known him as a baby and toddler, but the years he'd lost between then and now were like a stab to the heart. He'd been selfish and if he could go back and change the way he'd behaved he would, but he couldn't. The best he could do now was to be here for him and love him for the boy he'd become. He was stunningly gorgeous with a boy-next-door look, thick dirty blond hair, deep chocolate brown eyes that drew you in and a face that was so smooth and soft it made you want to kiss him. It was those looks that made Sam so sure that he'd get the part in the rebooted `Buck Rogers' TV series despite his lack of acting experience, but it was the jade necklace hanging down and laying flat against his bare chest as well as the diamond stud earring that spoke of his budding sexuality. Sam hoped it wouldn't be too long before he used the key attached to the necklace to let himself into his apartment after school and surprise him, perhaps with Ash following in his wake.

 

Jamie quickly tore off the wrapping off his first present from his Mom and smiled broadly up at her after seeing the Bose logo on the box. It was a pair of very expensive top-of-the-line sound cancelling Bluetooth headphones. Next were the two present from Ash and Quinn; a handmade leather and beaded wrist bracelet from Ash which he put on straight away getting his boyfriend to help, and a new flat peaked red and white DC cap from Quinn. Fitting it on his head with the peak turned up and mussing his blond hair down above his eyes he got up to give his Mom a hug.

 

"You still got one more to go honey." Shell said. Jamie looked behind him searching for the gift he'd missed but didn't see it. "Under the towel..." His Mom smiled giving Sam a wink behind Jamie's back.

 

In a matter of only seconds the towel was whipped off and Jamie crouched down laying an open hand on his new skateboard, feeling the rough texture of the top before picking it up and turning it over. From Sam's perspective all he could see was the boy's slim tapered waist and the beginnings of the shallow cleft of his crack forming just above the stretched material of his tight fitting swimmers. Sam didn't have to imagine the look on his face; he swiveled on his feet, still crouching down and twisting his lithe young body around he looked back at him with the skateboard resting on his knees upside down. The black and white hand drawn picture of a boy, naked from the waist up and sitting down with his legs crossed leaning back on his hands was unmistakably Jamie, surrounded by bright colorful graffiti art that focused attention on the boy himself. Unlike Sam's normal finished product it was much less abstract. Instead, each line and curve of his sexy wee body was bold and vivid, the fine detail of his throat, tiny nipples and the small yet defined bulge at his crotch was all there, penciled and drawn in exacting likeness. Underneath, the same words that adorned the framed picture that now hung on Jamie's bedroom wall was scrawled underneath in a thick wall-art font that read `Little Lion Man'.

 

"Holly crap..." Sam heard Ash say quietly which caused his Uncle to laugh and flip him upside the head with the back of his hand. "Sorry," Ash grinned cheekily. "But man, that's so awesome."

 

Jamie however said nothing, but the look on his face was all that Sam needed to see to know what it meant to him. He ignored Ash's comment completely and stood up, not caring in the least who was watching and came over to Sam and wrapped his arms around him giving him a fierce hug that almost strangled him. Purely by instinct Sam's hands went to the boy's slim waist and slipped around to his back holding his body close to his own. His skin was hot and a little sweat slicked with perspiration and as Jamie turned his head and kissed him on his cheek he whispered something into his ear that he'd never forget.

 

"I love you..."

 

Those simple words, spoken aloud for the first time by the boy he loved so much filled his heart with such joy and happiness that he wanted to kiss him on the lips more than anything in the world. He knew he couldn't though; maybe he'd have felt comfortable enough in front of Shell to do just that, but not with all the other parents and boys watching. Instead he pulled away slightly, still holding onto Jamie's narrow dancer's waist and smiled. Jesus he had a hot fucking body and Sam craved to be able to touch and caress him in the way he wanted most.

 

"I love you too buddy." He said. "Can I see the bracelet Ash made for you?"

 

Jamie pulled back bringing his wrist between them and held it up to Sam's face. Made from dark brown leather neatly braided into coils with sapphire and golden glass beads, Sam could tell that Ash had obviously spent a long time making it and that he'd wanted to give his boyfriend something special on his birthday. "Wow," Sam said looking back up at Jamie and focused briefly on the boy's soft sweet tasting lips remembering how they felt against his own and wishing he could kiss him again right now. "He's done a really good job on it. I like the cap Quinn got you too."

 

"Yeah, me too." Jamie said as he reached up making sure it was still placed perfectly on his head and affording Sam with a glorious view of the smooth hollows of his pits.

 

"How `bout you go thank them for their gifts," Sam said. "Then the three of you go get your skateboards from your Mom's car and we'll go test this one out yeah?"

 

"Okay..." Jamie grinned and shot off leaving Sam as he got up from his seat to talk to his Mom.

 

"You're gonna spoil him Sam..." Shell begun but then she stopped and smiled at him. "Thank you."

 

"He deserves it." Sam replied still feeling just a little awkward in front of her knowing what she knew. "We're going to go test his new board with a few of his friends... You coming Ty?"

 

They'd hardly spoken a dozen words to each other all day and now seemed as good a time as any to get to know the guy that had taken both Ash and Jamie's virginity. As much as he begrudged having missed out on being Jamie's first, Sam found that he actually liked Ty and seeing him with Ash only reinforced his initial impression.

 

"Wouldn't miss it. Let me get my camera." Ty's grin was a little unnerving giving Sam even more reason to suspect Ash had already spilled the beans on him. But if he had, then surely he would've told Ty that Sam knew about him so did it really matter?

 

He waited for Ty as he extracted his camera from his bag and immediately he knew this was the same one he must have used to take the photo of Jamie on his Mom's desk; the same one that first drew him to her son once again after so many years. In a way he owed Ty a debt of gratitude for taking it even though he knew what had probably occurred afterwards. Otherwise he might not have ever met Jamie again or gotten to know him the way that he had.

 

"Ready?" Sam asked as Ty slung the camera over his shoulder and they both headed out towards where the boys were gathered.

 

For a few minutes Sam and Ty stood leaning over a metal barrier watching as the boys gathered around Jamie and his new board. They each took turns riding either Jamie's old one or Ash's but, Sam noted with a smile, Jamie wouldn't let anyone else on the new one, not even Ash. It didn't take long before Ty suggested they get a little closer and Sam followed as the other man began taking photos of all the boys showing off their skills. When they saw him coming both Jamie and Ash rushed forward and dragged Sam back insisting he have a go.

 

"C'mon Sammy, try it! It's easy!"

 

All around him the other boys were zipping back and forth with the wheels of their boards scraping along concrete or landing hard after jumping down the two or three steps from the boardwalk and raised flower beds as Sam tentatively put one foot on the deck holding out his hand for Jamie who took it up immediately. Looking up and forward to make sure he wasn't about to be taken out by one of Jamie's hot sexy eleven year old friends Sam pushed off with his other foot and held on tight as he balanced on the board going in a straight line. He could see Ty off to one side laying down on the concrete aiming his camera up at Kyle who, Sam recognized, was the boy Jamie had danced with so provocatively the other day at practice. He stood towering over Ty, his shirt off and looking down to one side over his bare preteen chest, tanned and smooth and so fucking sexy. Still clad in only his crotch hugging swimmers he was giving Ty a magnificent view of his lean muscled legs and the pouch of his cock and balls held snuggly within and Sam knew without a doubt that he was doing it on purpose and that Ty was probably already imagining him naked and laying beneath him taking his cock up his sweet tight ass.

 

"Watch me Sammy!" Quinn yelled out drawing Sam's attention away from Ty and looked over at the younger boy as he skidded sideways to a stop in front of him. Sam put his foot down and came to a stop himself.

 

"Nice one champ," He smiled at the boy who only a couple hours earlier had held his cock in his small fist and kissed the tip of his erection. For a moment his blood ran hot with the sudden rush of excitement at the recent memory. "Why don't you show me what else you got huh?"

 

Turning to Jamie he lent in a little. "Here bud," He said rolling the board back to him. "I'll catch up with you in a bit okay?"

 

For the next fifteen minutes or so Sam watched and praised Quinn over and over again as he wheeled back and forth showing off and crashing into Sam trusting that he'd catch him every time he did so. He mostly ignored Ty, but Sam couldn't help notice that he was getting up close to most of the boys and taking photos of each of them from odd angles, occasionally putting a hand on a slim narrow waist or shoulder or sometimes both. Sam had to admire the man; he knew how to handle boys and it seemed all too easy for them to feel comfortable with him touching and even caressing their young lithe bodies as he went about his business as if it were the most natural thing in the world. He wasn't immune to the temptation either. On more than one occasion he accidentally caught Quinn's fall with a hand cupped firmly between the eight year old boy's legs and gave him a little squeeze. He felt Quinn get hard and watched as he adjusted himself right out in the open and smiling shyly up at Sam knowing he'd done it on purpose.

 

They took a break after one of the boys took his turn on the board Quinn had been using and Sam lead the way towards a wooden flowerbox surrounding the concrete square that had suddenly become a make-shift skate park. He sat on the edge and turned Quinn, pulling him back between his legs until he was half sitting in his lap leaning back into him and wrapped his arms around the boy's small body. Sam cuddled him in close tilting his head to one side to lightly kiss the bare skin in the hollow between his neck and shoulder tasting the salty tang of the ocean on his lips. Jesus he felt so good in his arms. His naked torso was damp and sticky with sweat from the heat of the day radiating off him into Sam's chest and Sam's hand inevitably meandered down to his waist and turned inward. He gently stroked his fingers in small circles around the tiny cave of his belly button and inched closer and closer to the boy's waistband.

 

With his chin on Quinn's thin bony shoulder Sam looked across to the other side of the small square watching Jamie, his mind conjuring images of him sprawled naked on his bed beneath him, his young flawless preteen body flushed and panting with sexual release as he steadily moved in and out of him. It was with these thoughts and memories swirling around in his head that he felt the satiny smoothness of Quinn's skin prickle with goose-flesh as his fingers ventured ever lower until he was sensuously tickling and caressing just an inch above the root of his young preteen boyhood. And even though it was Quinn's body under his roaming hands it was with thoughts of Jamie and the promise of what was to come that drove his actions, yet at the back of his mind Sam couldn't deny that the unmistakable signs of a boy surrendering himself willingly were all there in the way Quinn leaned his head back putting more of his weight into Sam's body and shuffling his feet a few inches further apart. He silently watched as the man's hands grazed along the top of his swimmers and Sam could feel the boy's heartbeat quicken as if he expected him to breach the barrier of the waistband riding low over his bare pubic mound to grope and fondle him right there in full view of anyone who cared to look, but of course he didn't.

 

Even though Sam was aware of exactly where his hands were and how sublime it felt to be touching Quinn so low on his bare pubic mound, to feel the thin material of his swimmer stretch as the boy's excitement grew, his attention shifted from Jamie to two of the other boys he recognized from dance practice. At first he thought his imagination was just running wild, but the longer he watched Chris and Kyle the more he became convinced that they were in fact together. A touch, a look, the smiles and the way they stood close enough that there was always at least one point of contact between them. But then again, they were boys in a dance troop so there was bound to be at least a couple other budding little gay boys in the group. For a brief moment he wondered if Xandia had picked up on it already. It seemed that Ty definitely had; he was with them now taking photos, getting up close and speaking to them quietly as they posed seductively for the camera showing off everything that made them boy without removing the one piece of clothing that they still wore.

 

"Get a room why don't ya?" Ash giggled bounding up to them from the side and looked down at his brother's growing erection and where Sam's hands were with a knowing grin plastered across his face. Sam automatically pulled his hand away realizing how close he'd come to actually running his fingers down over Quinn's swimmers and tracing the length of his hardening erection. Sam really liked Ash, but sometimes he wished he would just shut the fuck up.

 

"Shut-uuuuup Ash!" Quinn whined. He turned towards the older boy and whispered loudly, "Just go away."

 

"Hey hey hey..." Sam smiled and gave Quinn's small body a tight squeeze. "He's only teasing buddy." Still, he leaned back and removed his hands from Quinn's waist giving Ash a wink. "You doing okay sport? I noticed you disappeared for a while earlier... You and your Uncle have fun?"

 

He had the decency to look at least a little embarrassed at Sam's pointed question. "Maybe. Why... you jealous?"

 

Sam just smirked at the cocky eleven year old and shook his head. "No... I'm pretty sure you'll be asking me to do the same things with you that your Uncle's going to be doing tonight soon enough."

 

"Yeah but not till after..." Ash said smiling sweetly. God he was such a fucking little stud; he wanted to fuck Sam and was going to make damn sure he got what he wanted before he gave himself up... And Sam was sure as hell going to let him too. A quick glance down over his smooth sexy body sent a silent thrill through him as he imagined playing with his tiny erect nipples with his tongue and taking his hard little cock back in his mouth again...

 

"Yeah... After." Sam agreed in an almost whisper knowing exactly what he was referring to but before he could even picture it in his mind Quinn piped up from in front.

 

"Tonight?" He asked twisting in Sam's arms. "I thought we were staying at Jamie's?"

Shit... Sam cursed himself for letting the cat out of the bag. "Nah, I'm staying with Uncle Ty in his hotel so you have to go home with Mom and Dad." Ash said with obvious enthusiasm like he couldn't wait to let his Uncle fuck him again, which, Sam thought, was probably exactly what he wanted.

 

"That's so not fair!" Quinn whined. "Why do you get to stay with Uncle Ty?" He looked back up at Sam. "Can I still stay at Jamie's?"

 

"I don't think his Mom's going to be home... Sorry buddy." Sam said before Ash could make the situation any worse. "How about if I promise we'll have a sleep over at my place one night and we can all watch movies and eat popcorn and ice-cream until like two o'clock in the morning?"

 

Quinn's eyes immediately lit up. "Can we? That'd be so cool!"

 

"Sure thing sweetie," Sam said smiling at Ash realizing that he'd probably just cemented Quinn's fate and that he'd almost certainly lose his virginity to either Jamie, Ash or even himself, but he wasn't about to let the little shit think about the possibilities for too long. "Hey Ash," Sam asked nodding his head towards Chris and Kyle. "Are they... you know, like boyfriends or something?"

 

Ash looked around to where Sam had nodded and then smiled back at him. "Chris and Kyle?"

 

Sam nodded and after a brief pause Ash shrugged like it was no big deal. "They're step brothers."

 

"Oh," Sam said a little surprised. From what he'd observed he would've bet real money they were two little gay boys getting into each other's pants.

 

"They sleep in the same room and have sex like ALL the time... Probably even more than Jamie and me."

 

What the fuck... Jesus that's hot...

 

Sam turned to Ash mouthing the word `fuuuuck' before speaking aloud. "That's so hot... Have you or Jamie... you know... Done it with them?" `Done it'? What was he, eleven years old?

 

"Nah... I wanted to but Jamie didn't `cos he said it'd be too weird if we did." Ash said giving Sam his first inclination that Jamie had any say in what they did together. But fuck, if he were Jamie it'd be difficult to deny Ash anything he asked. The boy had a body to die for and somehow you just wanted to please him. Sam couldn't help but glance down at his chest and the small hard points of his nipples unconsciously biting his lower lip wanting nothing more than to pull him close by his slim narrow waist to lick and suck on those perfect little nubs of flesh. Christ, if they'd been alone right now Sam would've done a lot more than just that; he'd have his shorts down around his ankles in an instant and gone down on him swallowing his hard little cock into his mouth until he shivered in a sweet dry little boy orgasm.

 

"Yeah, maybe." Sam said finally tearing his gaze away from Ash's hot, sweaty, near naked body and looked him in the eyes knowing the boy knew exactly what he'd been thinking. He saw Ty over Ash's shoulder looking their way and then he stood up, saying something to Chris and Kyle before turning and headed their way.

 

"C'mon," Sam said gently pushing Quinn off his lap and rubbing a palm up and down the young boy's arm as he dug into his pocket for his phone to check the time. "Go round up the others and we'll head back. It's almost time for diner."

 

"Yeah! I'm hungry!" Ash grinned pulling Quinn by the hand just as Ty walked up to them and ruffled his hand through Ash's thick brown hair before lowering one to his bare shoulders.

 

"And where you going now?" He asked holding his other hand up above his eyes shielding them from the orange light of the setting sun while letting his gaze linger on Ash's body in what Sam knew was a look of pure unadulterated longing.

 

"Sam said to get the others so we can go back for diner."

 

"Cool, okay." Ty said and looked up at Sam smiling. "Don't take too long though. Sam and I'll head back now so we'll see you there."

 

The conversation was slow and awkward at first as they leisurely strolled along the boardwalk in the waning light, neither of them quite sure of the other and both more than a little nervous until Ty asked Sam about his artwork. They stopped about half way back to the marquee, leaning over the wooden railing between the boardwalk looking out at the ocean as Sam showed Ty his work on is phone and for nearly half an hour they got to know each other far better than either of them had expected to. Sam told Ty about how he'd been friends with Shell for a long time and that he'd actually known Jamie as a baby and toddler until he'd left when he was just three years old and how he'd reconnected with him again only a few weeks ago.

 

"I kinda got the short version from Ash earlier." Ty said without looking at him. "He said you two've been spending a lot of time together." From the corner of his eye Sam saw Ty quickly glance at him and then back out to sea.

 

"Yeah, I suppose. Got a lot of time to make up for." Sam answered guardedly knowing the other man was paving the way for one of them to actually speak the words they both knew to be true. After a few seconds Sam added, "I take it Ash gave you the short version when you two disappeared while we were swimming? I'm surprised he could talk."

 

The silence that followed was deafening until they both turned at the same time to look at each other. Ty tried but he couldn't keep the laughter in; it came out through his nose in a short sharp snorting sound with his mouth closed, but the tension was broken. Sam smiled and shrugged at him unable to hide his own amusement.

 

"He had a few seconds between breaths." Ty grinned letting out the breath he'd been holding.

 

Deciding to stay where they were for the time being, both with their fronts hidden from view facing into the railing Sam asked Ty' about his photography work fining out he was in fact a well-known and sort after model photographer for both the fashion industry and Hollywood's movie elite. When asked he readily agreed to let Sam have copies of the photos he'd taken of the boys to use for his own work and the two commissioned pieces he had yet to start on for Shell's new love interest.

 

"Has he heard if he got the part yet?" Ty asked referring to the role Jamie was in line for. He'd taken photos the last time he was there which the agent had used that had almost guaranteed an audition.

 

"Not yet." Sam replied. "Supposed to be next week I think."

 

"I hope he does... It'd be fucking awesome to see him on TV." Ty said. "I hear it's going to be nothing like the original."

 

"How so?" Sam asked.

 

"Well, it's not going to be aimed at kids or teens for a start. It's apparently going to be set in a near apocalyptic future and the subject material is gonna be a hell of a lot darker."

 

"Really?"

 

"Yeah... There sure as hell won't be any stupid fucking `beddi-biddi-biddi' this time." Ty said referring to the iconic sound Twiki made so often in the original show. "I've seen the first couple drafts and if he gets it Jamie'll have to be a fucking good actor to pull it off. They're putting a lot of money into this one so they'll expect a lot from him."

 

"Wow..." Was all Sam could think to say. He'd had no idea it was going to be as big as Ty made it sound. "How'd you get to read the scripts?"

 

Ty looked across at him smiling. "I know a kid in L.A. who auditioned and was in the running with Jamie but filming was going to clash with a movie he's doing. I managed to get the scripts from another friend so he could read them and I helped him get ready for the auditions... Among other things."

 

He way Ty said it left little doubt in Sam's mind that there was a lot more than he was letting on. Whoever this kid was he had to be a boy about Jamie and Ash's age since that was what the role called for, and knowing what he did about Ty it wouldn't have surprised Sam if he was fucking him too.

 

"I assume I'd recognize his name if you told me?" Sam grinned back at him.

 

"Probably..."

 

It took a few seconds for Sam to pick up on what Ty had said about this boy being in the running with Jamie. He'd said it was down to him and another boy. Was this the same kid that Ty was talking about?

 

"Wait a sec..." Sam said turning to Ty. "Jamie said it was down to him and another boy. Is that him?"

 

Ty just smiled and raised his eyebrows. "He just turned it down on Friday so unless they've got someone else to audition I think Jamie'll be it."

 

"Fucking hell..." Sam breathed out. He was at a loss for words; Jamie was going to be an actor in a TV show and he didn't even know it yet.

 

"You can't tell him." Ty said beside him. "Just in case okay? I've seen these people make all sorts of stupid fucking decisions so we just gotta wait. It could be a few days before he gets the call or he might even get it today."

 

"Yeah, sure." Sam said not really listening. As happy and proud as he was for him there was also a sense of dread. So soon after reconnecting with him he'd be leaving to fulfill his dream; one that Sam would have no part in. He'd be gone for months and he'd probably only get to see him a handful of times while filming and even then it'd be the odd weekend snatched here and there.

 

"So how old is this other kid in L.A.?" Sam asked to keep his mind from dwelling too much on what may or not may not happen in the coming months. He knew the question would move their conversation from vague references to openly talking about him screwing another preteen boy but he could sense Ty's eagerness to tell him all about it.

 

"Coming up twelve in about two or three months. I see him every other weekend or so. Most times he spends a night or two at my place."

 

"And you..." He said with his eyebrows raised looking at Ty. There was no mistaking his question.

 

Ty nodded and grinned back at him. "Yeah."

 

"Jesus..." Sam laughed. "For how long?"

 

Ty smirked and looked at Sam. "Just over two years. He was about nine and a half when I first met him... He came in with his Mom for photos so he could audition for the movie and I offered to put in a good word for him. Didn't take long after that before she let him stay over the first time."

 

"And you got him the part?" Sam asked wondering just how well connected Ty was.

 

"Sorta..." Ty smiled. "But he did all the work. I just introduced him to someone who could make it happen."

 

Holly fucking shit! Sam had heard the stories of course but for the most part he didn't put too much credence into them. But to have Ty confirm he was involved with an eleven year old boy actor who Sam was sure to recognize was totally fucking mind-blowing. And he'd actually set him up with another man to sell his body like Sam had, albeit for a much higher price all for a part in a movie. He'd have been naive to believe all the stories were false but he figured it wasn't as prevalent as some people made it out to be, but then again, he shouldn't have been surprised after his own experiences of just how many men lusted after preteen boys.

 

"Anyone else?"

 

"Right now? No, but there have been others..."

 

All Sam could do was shake his head hearing that Ty had seduced more than one boy actor in Hollywood. "Well, I'm glad he didn't get it otherwise Jamie wouldn't be in with a chance now if he had."

 

"I guess not..." After a pause in their conversation when the two men had both looked back with no sign of the boys Ty continued. "I hear Shell's asked you to stay with him tonight so she can get laid." He said smirking again. "I'd been hoping to spend some time with him too since I don't get out here that often. He's a great kid."

 

Sam didn't react. He kept his head looking ahead but nodded in confirmation. He could tell Ty's comment wasn't said in malice or that he held ill feelings towards him but it made him feel like he'd moved in on another man's territory. "Yeah, he is... But you'll still have Ash to keep you entertained tonight and having two is just greedy."

 

"Ha! Says the guy who lives here." Ty laughed but Sam caught the trace of resentment in his expression for a brief moment before it vanished again. He couldn't blame him of course; he'd flown all the way across the country expecting to have both Ash and Jamie for the night alone in his hotel room but had to settle for just one. "Besides, I wouldn't call me greedy if I were you... Not after I saw where your hands were on Quinn not that long ago."

 

Fuck... Had he been that obvious? Maybe not... Ty just knew what to look for that's all, Sam thought as he debated whether to confirm the other man's suspicions or not. "Ahhh yeah, you got me there." He grinned back at Ty looking for some hint as to what he was thinking.

 

"I think you and I have very similar tastes." Ty finally said.

 

Sam laughed despite himself. "Yeah! I think maybe we do... Sorry if I spoilt your plans for tonight."

 

Ty shrugged. "It is what it is." He looked Sam's way. "I can see he really likes you... Jamie I mean."

 

Sam nodded. "I love him like my own... I always have, even when he was a baby."

 

"Good. He needs someone like you to be here for him." Ty said quietly almost as if to himself. "Especially if he gets the call because they're going to put him through the ringer with that role. He's going to need someone to be there for him and I'm glad it'll be you."

 

He wasn't so sure he could've so easily given his blessing for another man to be sexually involved with his boy, but then again Jamie wasn't really Ty's boy... Ash was.

 

"Thanks." It was the only thing Sam could think of to say as the thought that Ty had just put into his head formed into an idea. Did child actors need a parent or guardian present during filming? If they did, it'd be much easier for Sam to go than it would be for Shell.

 

"Finally..." Ty said and they both turned at the sound, each taking in the sight of so many bare chested boys as the clatter of wheels on the boardwalk steadily increased the closer they got. Fuck they were stunning; all lightly bronzed and toned from hours of dance practice every week, but it was the three in front that held both their attention.

 

"You're still staying for diner though yeah?" Sam asked before the clamor of skateboards drowned out all conversation. A smile spread across his face as he looked over at Ty. "You and Ash aren't planning on sneaking away early or anything are you?"

 

"Of course not." Ty chuckled. "Much as I'd love to, Ash can wait a couple hours longer."

 

Yeah, but can you? Sam thought knowing that in a few hours he was going to be fucking his eleven year old nephew. God, how he wished Ash could've spent the night with him and Jamie instead.

 

"Hey, don't let me leave without giving me your details so I can send you the photos." Ty said just as they were swamped by a gaggle of boys with Ash jumping up into his Uncle's arms and Jamie using Sam as a human spinning wheel to come to a stop on his skateboard. Quinn was almost lost among the older boys but Ty knelt down and pulled him into a hug as well and kissed him on the head before they were off again. Both of them were swept up in the boys' wake as they jogged the rest of the way back to the marquee as the last sliver of sun disappeared beyond the attractions and the sky was drenched with brilliant red and orange clouds overhead.

 

Dinner at Black Beard's pirate themed Pizzeria a block from the waterfront was both fun and entertaining and an agonizing torture for Sam. For over three hours he could only watch and stare in a state of almost constant arousal as he endured sitting at the adult's end of the table engaged in mindless conversation with the other parents while the boys were enjoying themselves immensely at the far end. Both Jamie and Ash occasionally glanced in his and Ty's direction often catching their eyes and grinning with expressions of eager anticipation before turning back to their friends.

 

There was a band playing and of course being dancers, as soon as they'd wolfed down nearly a whole huge pizza each they were up on the floor showing off their toned and youthful bodies to a very appreciative audience. It was Ash who first approached a woman sat with either her boyfriend or husband at another table and held out his hand inviting her up. She was gorgeous of course; Ash wouldn't pick just any old woman. In her mid-twenties with long blonde hair and a slim figure she looked shocked at first but then smiled giving Ash an appraising look. Sam saw her glance down at his chest where he'd undone the top few buttons before looking at the man she was sat with for permission. He gave a nod and took out his phone to record the event.

 

She followed Ash, her hand held in his as Jamie and a couple of the other boys began to disperse through the restaurant inviting other, equally as attractive women to the dance floor. Before long all of the boys had older partners squashed into the crowded space, all dancing and singing at the top of their lungs trying to drown out the band. Even Quinn found a girl; an embarrassed early teen with her mother moving awkwardly with the much younger boy before her.

 

"C'mon Sam," Shell said next to him. "Let's go join them."

 

"You sure?" He asked tilting his head slightly in Dan's direction.

 

Shell laughed. "Dan's more of a slow dancer." She stood and pulled Sam to his feet beckoning one of the other mothers to do the same with Ty. "Show that Californian beach bum what us New York city girls can do!"

 

For an hour they danced, taking breaks and swapping partners until it was all just a blur of flesh and sweat and heat. Drenched in perspiration Sam found himself back at the table for a drink when Jamie saddled up beside him. "Can I have some?" He panted and brushed the hair back from his face. It was damp and wet at the ends sticking to his forehead and flushed face. He'd taken his t-shit off again at some point and the golden hue of his skin glowed underneath the sheen of sweat covering both his front and back all the way down to the waistband of the excruciatingly low fitting bright red jeans. They were so tight around his narrow hips and crotch that there was only the faintest hint of a barely noticeable rise at the front between his legs. His sex was pressed flat into his groin and the only thing that identified him as male was the boyishly defined chest and the strong firm muscles in his arms from hours upon hours of unrelenting practice in Xandia's dance studio.

 

Sam tore his eyes away and looked down at the half glass of beer in his hand and smiled passing it to the preteen boy he loved more than life itself. "Sure Tiger, but only a sip."

 

He had to force the glass back from Jamie's mouth after he'd gulped down almost all of the half full beer and leaned in closer to him. "I can't wait to get you home tonight kiddo... I'm gonna fuck you so hard."

 

The look in his eyes was anything but innocent; he wanted it just as much as Sam did but he didn't say a thing as Sam brushed a lose strand of hair away from his eyes and slowly stroked his fingers down along his cheek. His skin was smooth and soft and as Sam turned his hand, gently caressing him with the back of his fingers his eyes lowered to his full red lips wishing he could kiss them and taste the sweat forming just on the ridge. But it was his eyes that drew his attention back. Those pools of chocolate brown surrounded by the brightest of whites radiated when he looked back at him. He was the most beautiful boy Sam had ever seen and... and he was his. Jamie grabbed Sam's hand away from his face and dragged him back onto the floor and for another half hour Sam danced with the boys this time, touching them, feeling their skin on his fingertips and caressing their backs as they jumped and swayed and performed in perfect harmony with each other. It was very late when the band finally quietened and the lights dimmed signalling it was time for them to finish up and head off home.

 

Slowly they begin wrapping it up for the evening as the other patrons drifted out. It took another thirty minutes to settle the boys down enough so their parents could get them off into waiting cars or taxis and for Shell to pay the bill before they were finally ready to leave. No one had expected to still be out at almost eleven PM at night after a full day at the beach, and most of them looked like they were ready to drop where they stood, Jamie and Ash included. Quinn was already out to it with his arms and legs wrapped around his Dad as he shook hands with Sam saying their goodbyes. If only he knew that earlier in the day, the boy that he held so protectively had sat on a bench seat in a public changing room in front of Sam and had licked and kissed the head of his erect cock he certainly wouldn't be shaking his hand right now. They left with a wave towards the Lincoln parked out front with José holding the rear door open while both Ty and Ash bid their farewells, both giving Jamie a hug and a kiss before hoping into a taxi for the ride to the hotel where Sam was sure neither of them were going to be getting much sleep. The other boys and their parents slowly departed, some hugging Jamie as well until it was just the four of them left. They slowly made their way back to Shell's car with Jamie's hand in his hanging limply at his side and leaning into him wearily as they walked in the cooling breeze.

 

"Are you still okay to stay with him tonight?" Shell asked looking across at her son with her arm around Dan's waist holding on to him.

 

"Of course." Sam yawned while nodding and then smiled. "I need to stop off at my place first and get a couple things like my tooth brush and a change of clothes. Do you mind waiting?"

 

"Umm... Well... Sure." She said hesitantly. "Actually, why don't we just meet you at your place and he can stay the night there? I have a bag for him with his stuff already."

 

Jamie was almost dead on his feet and hardly even registered the conversation going on around him. "You do?" Sam asked with more than a hint of surprise.

 

"I'm a woman and a Mom Sam... I plan ahead." Sam looked at Dan who only shrugged his shoulders. He knew Sam was doing him a solid by taking Jamie for the night so he could have Shell all to himself until the early hours of the morning. What he didn't know was that he wasn't going to be the only one getting his dick wet that night even if his Mom had a pretty good idea.

 

"You're the boss." Sam smiled and helped Jamie down into the seat of his Mom's Porsche. "I'll see you soon bud okay?"

 

"Yeah..." Jamie said very quietly with his eyes almost closed. He was half asleep already.

 

"Really appreciate you doing this mate," Dan said from behind. "I'll follow Shell but just in case what's your address?"

 

Sam gave it to him and with another handshake and a hug for Shell Sam retrieved his riding gear and dressed quickly watching the two cars disappear from view. In only a few minutes he was on Dan's tail and then raced passed both of them before they even got a couple miles up Belt Parkway heading around the bay towards the tunnel into Manhattan. From there it was a straight run up West Street into 11^th and then into Chelsea. At that time of night New York's streets were full and bustling and it took another forty minutes after leaving the beach before he pulled into his parking space in the garage. He waited outside on the curb for Jamie and his Mom to arrive with Dan right behind and when they finally did, he opened the passenger door to find Jamie slumped in the seat soundly asleep with his head rolled uncomfortably on his shoulder.

 

"He was dead to the world before you even passed us." Shell said lifting a small overnight bag from the back seat. "Can you carry him?"

 

He was back in his plain white tee-shirt hanging loosely over his bright fire engine red knee length jeans, and as Sam crouched down reaching across him to release his seat belt and Shell walked around the car he couldn't help but to soak in the beauty of his gorgeous face. He looked so peaceful with his breath soft and delicate between parted lips, his long lashes falling below his eyes, the sleek curve of his nose melding gracefully into his cheeks and his messy dirty blonde hair darkened with the heat and humidity of the night air.

 

While Dan waited patiently in his own car Shell slung his bag over her shoulder and picked up his skateboard as Sam gently lifted Jamie from the seat. His arms and legs wrapped themselves around his neck and waist in his sleep and Sam lifted him until his head rested on his cheek over his shoulder facing inward. The hot moist air that tickled his throat sent shivers down his back as goose-flesh rose up in hundreds of tiny points along his skin, but it was Jamie's smell that excited him most.

 

Shell held up a finger to Dan silently signalling she'd just be a minute before following Sam inside and up to his apartment nine floors above. Unlocking the door she held it open for Sam and dropped both the bag and Jamie's skateboard as well as the bright multi-colored florescent Vans he'd been wearing all day just inside before pecking him on the cheek.

 

"Thanks for taking him for the night Sam." She said and then continued before he could answer. "Sorry he's out to it... Hey, why don't you two hang out together tomorrow? Drop him off about six and you can stay for dinner."

 

"Why?" Sam smiled. "You plan on spending the whole day in bed with Dan?"

 

Shell shrugged cocking her head to one side guiltily but her eyes expressed apprehension, uncertainty and even worry before she smiled again. "Something like that." She said and reached out to her son running her hand through his hair. "He's a good kid Sam, just don't hurt him okay?"

 

"I won't." Nothing else needed saying. She knew and she was willingly letting her eleven year old son stay the night with him in his bed. If she didn't already trust him and knew that this was what Jamie wanted they wouldn't be here.

 

"Okay, well... I'll see you tomorrow then."

 

Sam nodded. "See you tomorrow." He whispered as the door closed quietly behind him and suddenly he was alone with Jamie asleep in his arms.

 

It was already past midnight when Sam gently eased out of his shoes and slowly crept his way through the apartment to the stairs that lead up to his mezzanine bedroom not wanting to wake the sleeping boy. At that moment he was happier than he thought he'd ever be again after Leo had died, and despite the bitter disappointment of not being able to make love to the boy he adored more than life itself, he was content and filled with such joy and love that he could have wept. He'd had no idea what it felt like to love a boy until Jamie had come back into his life and now, finally after so many years, he knew exactly how Leo must have felt.

 

With as much care as he possibly could Sam climbed the stairs to his bedroom lit only with the lights of the city trying not to wake the boy held so close to his chest. There was just enough light to see by to make his way to the side of his bed looking over Jamie's shoulder. There was never any doubt Jamie would sleep with him, but right at that moment the only thought in his mind was how to get his clothes off without waking him. If he laid him down getting his tee-shirt off would be difficult, but there was no way he'd be able to get his jeans off with him wrapped around him like he was.

 

He turned his head slightly, touching his lips to the soft skin in the curve of his neck and exposed shoulder finding it hot and moist. Taking in a deep breath, Jamie's scent filled his lungs before slowly letting it back out resisting the temptation to shake him just enough to wake him giving him the opportunity to make love to the boy instead of letting him sleep through their first night together. Instead, Sam gently eased his body back a few inches and slowly slipped his hand underneath his t-shirt at the back and lifted it, holding him in place as his other hand did the same at the front until it was high enough to stretch over his head. Pulling each arm through was a struggle, but finally he managed to get it off without him waking and dropped it to the floor. The jade pendant hung loosely around his neck and laid flat against his chest reminding Sam of his love for the boy he held.

 

For half a minute Sam stood there holding Jamie up against his body even though his arms were tiring. He wasn't heavy, but carrying the dead weight of a boy who probably weighed between 80-90lb for so long was enough to make him feel it but he didn't care; all he wanted was to feel his bare skin under his hands and nuzzle his face into the crook of his throat as he breathed in his sweet boyish scent once again. He kissed him there, a lingering pressing of lips before he opened his mouth and licked, tasting him along with the salty tang of perspiration. One hand was cupped over the tight jeans covering his ass, the other at his back just below his neck as his erection swelled uncomfortably within the riding jeans he still wore. More than anything he wished Jamie would wake, to look at him with his chocolate eyes that implored him to satisfy his needs, laying back on the bed with his legs splayed wide watching as Sam went down on him, sucking and tonguing his immature cock and balls until he cried out in blissful orgasm, but as much as he longed for it he wouldn't wake him just to fulfill his own lust driven desires.

 

Leaning back and using the arm that was at Jamie's back he reached down and dragged both the comforter and thin cotton sheet to one side. It was far too hot for that tonight. A single thin sheet would be more than enough and in all probability Sam would likely snuggle into Jamie or spoon into his back as he slept enjoying the closeness of his body even though he would sleep through it all. As gently as he could Sam eased Jamie down, one arm wrapped around his lower body and the other at his shoulders until his head was on the pillow and Sam could pull his arms free. He stirred and breathed heavily, groaning as his head rolled to the other side before settling down again. Sam went over and flipped on the bedside light turning it down to a dim glow before returning downstairs and retrieved the bag his Mom had dropped by the door. When he came back into the room he set it down next to his walk-in and then gently sat on the edge of the bed beside the most beautiful boy he'd ever laid eyes on. His upper body was bathed in orange light from the lamp and Sam gazed longingly at the toned form of his chest and narrow tapered waist, the tiny nipples surrounded by small circles of darker skin, the slight ripple of his ribs and the dip of his stomach caving inwards all the way to the bony protrusions of his hips. Only an inch further down the waistband of his jeans rode low enough to hint at the bald hairless mound of his pubis that existed beneath.

 

Where his sex should've been obvious, the taut bright red jeans stretched flat over his crotch without any trace of a lump or even the slightest rise indicating his maleness. Like that he seemed almost androgynous; he could've been a girl except for what was above his jeans. There he was most definitely a boy and Sam's hand hovered over him, an inch away from touching between his breasts feeling the heat radiate off him for a few seconds before resting light as a feather on his chest and slowly sliding down, lifting up until just his fingertips caressed his skin tickling him softly in slow gentle circles. There was a brief shuddering of breath at his touch but other than that Jamie showed no signs of waking and with agonizing slowness Sam's fingers dipped down to the smoothness of his stomach, circling around his innie navel and back up again to his chest. Jamie moaned; his body twisting as he lifted a hand up to his scrunched up face as Sam's fingers trailed along his collar to the indentation just below where his Adams apple would one day be prominent. His fingers trailed back down the center of his chest, stopping briefly to caress his stomach over the tensing of firm muscles just under the surface all the way to the waistband of his jeans. There, he skirted along the edge leaning in over Jamie holding himself up with one arm on the other side of the boy's body, tantalizing him in his sleep with his fingers before cresting the thick ridge of his jeans that hugged his waist and dug into his skin. He could feel a soft spongy mass beneath as he pressed in, felt it shift position as he pushed it from one side to the other. It was Jamie's penis; soft and limp but it was everything that made him boy and Sam wanted to see it as it was right now. He'd only seen it hard and alive in excitement and the sudden urge to feel it stiffen and grow in his hand and mouth was overpowering. His mind was made up. He was going to undress him and take him into his mouth and love him in his sleep. If he woke at his climax it wouldn't be long before he fell back to sleep happy and sated once again remembering only that Sam had given him pleasure without requiring anything in return, and if he didn't, then it didn't really matter.

 

Sitting up now, Sam brought both hands to the buttons at the front and pulled Jamie's fly together and twisted, releasing the first of them. He moved down to the second and snapped it open with the flap parting under his hand baring the smooth softness of his naked mound to his eyes. Jamie wore no underwear or swimmers underneath and Sam's hands trembled like they had the first time he'd taken the boy's clothes off. A quick look up confirmed he was still asleep with his eyes closed and lashes laid gently beneath like gossamer petals. He'd gotten some sun today; his face and body was a deeper shade of honeyed bronze in contrast to the slightly paler skin under his jeans where Sam had now opened to the forth button exposing the boy's crotch to the root of his limp and flaccid sex tucked down out of sight. Despite the fact that his penis was hidden from view, nothing could detract from the perfection of the silken hairless skin of Jamie's flat pubic mound. More than anything it was the symbol of his youth; the lack of even the barest hint of fine downy hair around his cock exposed his immaturity to anyone fortunate enough to see. He was a boy who had at least a year, maybe even two before the ravishes of puberty hit and took away everything that made him desirable to men like Sam.

 

He knew what he wanted to do but hesitated with his hands holding open the two flaps of Jamie's fly, his fingertips lightly caressing the soft smooth skin of his pubis in small circles feeling like a man about to take advantage of a sleeping boy. But was he? If he'd been awake there was no doubt in Sam's mind that Jamie would demand he did far more than just touch him there. He'd want to have sex. He'd push Sam's head down into his crotch and expect him to suck him to oblivion before lifting his legs with his knees at his shoulders waiting to be fucked. At worst, if he didn't wake up while Sam was sucking him he'd be pissed off that he'd slept through it.

 

Cautiously Sam slipped his hands inside the tight confines of the boy's jeans around his hips and gently eased them down as far as he could before they snagged under his butt. He took his time alternating between working them under his ass and thighs and tugging at the knees to pull them over his hips. They bunched at the knees until Sam slipped them down over his feet exposing his mid-section to his hungry eyes. Jamie's small penis was soft, curled down over the relaxed pouch of his balls with the folds of his scrotum sagging just a little with the heat between his smooth supple thighs. Even though he was circumcised there was still just enough skin to form a small narrow collar below the head of his penis that flared out slightly; something that Sam hadn't yet had the pleasure of seeing until now and already he was imagining what it would be like to lick and poke at with his tongue until the skin stretched and became taut with his excitement.

 

With more care than was necessary Sam finally eased Jamie's jeans from under his feet and placed them on the floor before leaning in over his prone body. Fuck he smelt so good. Sam breathed in the smell of him, lowering his face to within an inch of his groin and felt the familiar tickle in his own cock as it expelled a bead of clear pre-cum into his briefs. He shifted uncomfortably as his erection grew in his riding jeans until it was almost painful; enough to force him to stand so he could kick off his shoes and hurriedly strip out of his shirt and jeans. Freeing his almost fully hard cock from his briefs he let them drop to the floor before moving to the other side of the bed where he lay on his side with his head level with Jamie's crotch. His upper body was raised and leaning over the naked eleven year old boy with a forearm resting between his legs gently tracing his fingertips over the satiny silk of his inner thighs.

 

Jamie's penis and small compact balls were beautiful; only a few inches away from both his mouth and wondering fingers they beckoned to him. Soft, the thin shaft of his limp boyhood was no larger than his thumb and was sheathed in the most delicate skin imaginable while the pouch of his sac was thicker yet still just as hairless as the rest of him. With riveted fascination Sam watched spellbound as the slack skin compressed and pulled inward as he made contact, scratching with his fingernails he was able to discern the small jellybean sized testicles contract up protectively close to the base of his immature cock. At the same time he leaned forward brushing his lips ever so lightly across the bare expanse of his pubic mound, the tip of his tongue barely extended to lick the boy and taste the salt of the ocean that still clung to him even after hours out of the water. Moving lower down he got close enough to feel the root of his cock sliding along his cheek, his lips caressing the junction as he breathed out bathing Jamie's sensitive skin in warm moist air as he continued to fondle his balls. Holding them between four fingers and thumb Sam squeezed pushing the small nuggets up until only the loose folds of his scrotum were within his grasp. There was a slight movement above him and a deep intake of breath but Sam didn't look up; he watched Jamie's cock twitch once and pulled down again on his tender balls to separate them from where they stuck to his penis letting it peel away on its own and slowly roll to one side.

 

Unwilling to prolong his own desire any further Sam finally moved those few inches lower turning his head to scoop up the small delicate morsel of Jamie's still flaccid penis between his lips and into his mouth. His tongue sought out and found the frilly ribbon of skin surrounding his spongy glans and circled it as his hand moved up, his fingers parting either side of his slowly stiffening cock and pressed his palm into the boy's balls feeling the heat increase in his mouth as his erection grew. It started slowly at first, a slight thickening as blood pumped into his organ and then began to stretch and lengthen as Sam's tongue swirled around the boy's glans with his lips sealed tightly at the root of his short erection. Once started it took only seconds before the remanats of his foreskin was taut and smooth, stretched along the full length of his three and a half inch cock inside Sam's mouth. And still Jamie did not wake, even when he vacuumed his cheeks and drew his lips back tickling his glans with his tongue and poking at the tiny slit at the end before sinking back down soaking his rigid erection in saliva as he held his rounded balls in his fingers again and rolled them around in their soft spongy sac. Sam thought about easing a finger down into Jamie's cleft and exploring his hole and even burying his face between his thighs to lick him there, but he'd never get in there without waking him. He'd have to spread his legs wide apart and lift his ass up to bury his face between his cheeks, and there was the very real possibility that he wouldn't be all that fresh down there after everything he'd done today. Instead he concentrated on soaking the now fully hardened cock sliding effortlessly in and out of his mouth as he bobbed up and down casting the occasional glance up over his body. His skin glowed in the dim light of the bedside lamp making it appear darker than it was and he watched Jamie's chest rise and fall with each breath that he took, seeing the twitch of his hands as he felt the incredible sensations emanating from his groin even in his sleep. Sam wondered how his mind was interpreting those feelings and what images were flashing across his dreams as his breathing got heavier with each slow upward pull. There was a sigh, a groan in his sleep and his leg stretched out next to Sam's head as he sucked up and down on the boy's preteen cock, twisting his head and flicking his tongue over the smell cherry like glans every chance he got. With his arm still resting between Jamie's legs Sam gently eased them further apart as he withdrew his penis from his mouth and held it up with thumb and finger at the base of his cock. He tickled the underside with his tongue where the head joined the thin shaft looking up watching his face and the fluttering of eyes under his lids. Whatever dreams were coursing through his mind, Jamie was definitely enjoying it judging by the deep drawing of breath, the low sleep induced moans and the slightly parted lips turned upwards in delightful pleasure.

 

Encouraged that he was doing the right thing Sam eased his lips back over Jamie's penis and slid all the way to the root in one swift motion, caving in his cheeks and surrounding it with his tongue as he made love to him with his mouth. He would never tire of sucking Jamie off and having what made him a boy contained with him. Soon, maybe even tomorrow, he'd have this part of him in his own ass as Jamie fucked him for the first time. He was many years away from being big enough to give Sam any real sense of being filled, but it wasn't his own pleasure he cared about. It would be enough just to watch him moving against him pounding his rigid three and a half inch penis in and out of his ass and his firm yet smoothly tender groin slapping incessantly into his cheeks. Sam couldn't wait to see the expression on his sweet angelic face as he orgasmed inside him. His eyes would be scrunched up in ultimate bliss and his mouth would gape open as he came in dry pulsating spasms and Sam hoped he'd be close enough to pull him forward to kiss him at the very moment when his peak was greatest, to thrust his tongue into his mouth just as his own young preteen cock was buried inside him.

 

All of that was yet to come. In the morning they would undoubtedly have sex almost as soon as they woke. Of that Sam was sure, so for tonight he could live without relieving his own pent up desire while he kept the steady pace on Jamie's steely hard organ. He slid up and down with ever increasing speed and suction, alternating between playing with his balls and massaging the root of his cock with his thumb and two fingers as he lavished it with his tongue. Fuck he loved the taste and the feel of him in his mouth. His cock was perfectly sized and just like Ash he knew how to use it.

 

The thought of Ash suddenly made Sam smile. Unlike Jamie Sam doubted he was asleep. If their hasty departure was anything to go by there was no doubt that Ty had probably already fucked him in his hotel room somewhere in lower Manhattan and was probably getting ready for another go-around. He'd flown to the other side of the country to be with his eleven year old nephew using Jamie's birthday as a convenient excuse so there was no chance he'd let Ash sleep for at least another hour or two.

 

Poor little bugger'll be sore tomorrow, Sam mused but then realized he'd probably be used to it after years of anal sex with his Uncle. Even as he kept sucking on Jamie while he slept Sam wondered if he'd get to see Ash tomorrow and if he did, whether he'd get to do the same thing to him. God he'd love to finish what he started in the bathroom at dance practice. What drew him to Ash wasn't the similarities between him and Jamie, it was the differences; Jamie was quite, gentle and passive whereas Ash was aggressive and demanding and loud. He was also uncircumcised and Sam found he liked playing with the loose band of his foreskin and sliding his tongue between it and his glans and wanted to do it again as soon as he could. That boy was a hot little fucker and finally getting to screw him would be nothing short of spectacular.

 

He pulled up, flicking his tongue across the small swollen head of Jamie's erection and nuzzled into the warm moistness of his scrotum, licking and rolling his miniature balls in his mouth before leaving a wet trail to his pubis. That part of a boy's body held the inescapable truth of what he was and as he held Jamie's three and a half inch dick out of the way Sam buried his face into the soft velvety smoothness with his mouth open and licking. His other hand was slowly caressing his firm yet supple belly, breathing in deep lungfuls of his unique scent feeling the muscles in his stomach quiver slightly under his hand. He twisted his body so that he was leaning further over the prone boy pushing his crotch against the sole of Jamie's foot and moving the slick wet head of his cock back and forth in a slow rhythmic motion. Up close, Sam was able to examine every square millimeter as he slept. This was something he'd never be able to do if he'd been awake. He'd never lay still long enough for Sam to study his sex like this. He could make out the delicate webbing of veins just under the surface of the taut creamy-white skin of his erection, the joining of his frenulum underneath his small glans, the thin beading that bisected his wrinkled vaguely walnut-like balls that were pulled up tight against his body and the velvety smoothness of his taint beneath that lead to the one place Sam longed to delve.

 

In the glow of the bedside light Sam basked in the sight of the naked and sexually aroused eleven year old boy with a feeling akin to euphoria. He could hardly believe he'd fallen so in love with him in such a short time, not just for his stunningly sexy preteen body but because of who and what he was. Even as a young toddler Sam had loved him, but now, ever since he'd approached him in the park when he'd been watching from afar, an immediate bond had formed between them that time and age would never diminish. He'd love him every day until he drew his last breath and be happy that he was fortunate enough to have been a part of this amazing boy's life.

 

As he studied him, gently fondling his balls and squeezing the shaft of Jamie's rigid cock Sam watched fascinated as a small pearl of clear fluid formed in the tiny slit of his glans. Seemingly so minute and insubstantial, yet heralding a boys unceasing journey into manhood it both excited Sam's desire and tore his heart asunder. That a boy had only a few short years between starting that exciting journey to when he bore the signs of maturity was both a cruel and brutal fact of being sexually attracted to boys like Jamie and Ash. Those few short years would disappear all too quickly and even though he'd always love him just as much as he did right now, he knew he'd always miss the boy he'd been when he had hair around his cock and his sperm lost the sweet taste of his youth.

 

Yet despite the foreboding future that loomed ever present in his thoughts Sam was thankful to whatever higher being there was for the time he had with both Jamie and Ash and given the events of today, maybe even Quinn. Just remembering what the young eight year old had done sitting on the wooden bench in the changing rooms in front of him made his heart race even faster. With his small hand wrapped around his fully engorged and throbbing cock the boy had leaned in and licked the head of his swollen member and tasted him, closing those sweet lips around his glans for too brief a moment before Sam had stopped things getting out of hand. It wasn't because he didn't want the boy to do it, because he did, but he felt like Quinn was being led by his older brother and Sam needed to make sure it was what he wanted before he took things further. And he would if Quinn was willing. There was no doubt in his mind about that and thinking about it now Sam slowly moved his hips back and forth sliding the bloated head of his cock against the sole of Jamie's foot angled into his crotch as he extended his tongue and lapped the sweet essence of Jamie's secretion before swallowing him whole. There was nothing quite like the taste of a boy just beginning to produce that all too precious nectar. It was bitter sweet and intoxicating and Sam hungered for more. He pulled up, vacuuming in his cheeks as he humped into his foot a little faster, sliding up and down the three and a half inches over and over again while he continued to squeeze and fondle the spongy pouch of his balls. His little finger lowered to Jamie's taint and tickled him there closely followed by another, dipping down further between the tight crease of his flattened cheeks on the mattress, wriggling, searching for the source of the heat emanating from within until he touched it. Jamie moaned and took in a stuttering breath as Sam pressed in, not with the intention of penetration but to give pleasure, applying pressure to his young prostrate by way of a thumb pushing up just under his balls, massaging as hard as he dared in small circles as he bobbed unceasingly up and down. His own need to cum was almost unbearable; he was as hard and as horny as at any time before and sucking Jamie's hot wet cock had him racing toward his own imminent release as he masturbated himself against the cushion of the boy's foot.

 

Jamie's sleek and rock hard three and a half inch cock was soaking wet now, covered from tip to base with a thick film of saliva that dribbled down and around his tightly contracted balls to seep into the crease of his ass. Keeping hold of his penis between his thumb and fingers Sam lowered it, allowing it to hover an inch above his bald hairless mound and opened his mouth covering the boy's small balls and pressing his face onto his crotch. He felt every wrinkle on the smooth satiny skin and ran his tongue along the seam that all boys have before closing his lips pulling them out and into his mouth all the while still pressing in with his thumb and slowly sliding his fingers up and down his length. It was then that Sam looked up and saw that Jamie's eyes were open. He looked down through hooded lids and Sam smiled as he licked his tongue up the length of his cock watching him. He realized then that Jamie wasn't really awake. His hands stayed at his side and his eyes remained vacant even though his face and mouth tensed as Sam slid all the way back down on his steely erection. After only a few seconds they were closed again and Sam wondered if he'd even remember seeing him sucking him in the middle of the night when he woke.

 

Determined now to get him off Sam tuned his head down and caved in his cheeks sucking Jamie's cock as hard as he could while keeping his tongue in constant motion within his mouth, flicking across the sensitive V of his glans underneath on every upstroke while holding the skin taut at the base with his fingers. The boy was so close to orgasm now that he could almost smell it. The heat that radiated off it as his sleek prepubescent cock swelled and tightened within his mouth heralded the impending climax that was to follow. Even in his sleep Jamie thrust his hips up burying himself deep in Sam's mouth, his lips locked firmly around the slender shaft at its base with his tongue frantically flicking back and forth before once again bobbing his head up and down as it jerked and pulsed mercilessly. Sam saw the boy's stomach tense outlining the muscles within and the protruding bones of his hips as he sucked in his breath, each exhilarating spasm of his young cock shooting electrifying impulses to his dazed and befuddled brain with the most incredible feelings any boy or man would ever feel in his life. At the same time Sam felt a single spit of thin watery cum hit the roof of his mouth and Jamie groaned in his sleep, his penis hard and pulsing with rapid fire jerking twitches in orgasmic rapture. The taste of his meagre offering was unlike that of an older boy; it was still sweet like the tiny bead of precum he'd licked off earlier with none of the salty bitterness to mare its perfection. In the back of his mind Sam realized this might very well have been Jamie's first real ejaculation and that he'd slept through it blissfully unaware of the importance of the moment. It lasted all of ten seconds before Jamie relaxed again, his chest rising and falling in shuddering breaths and his hands uncurling from the tight fists they'd been only moments earlier. Sam slowly let his still hard erection slip from his mouth and then lent in again to caress the small glans with his tongue gently sliding from side to side hoping to find even the slightest excretion as he let him slowly sink back into a peaceful and now completely sated sleep.

 

Achingly aware of his own fully hard and throbbing cock pressed hard against the sole of Jamie's sticky foot Sam needed to get off now more than ever. After a day of constant torment his cock was practically bursting with the need to cum. If Sam had let him, he was sure Quinn would've sucked his cock in the changing rooms and given him his relief, but he'd stopped the young eight year old boy before it went too far and denied himself the pleasure. But now there would be no holding back. Without really thinking about it and despite his conflicted thoughts about Quinn, Sam knew that sooner or later he'd do to Quinn what he'd just done for Jamie. Maybe that's as far as it would go; maybe he'd return the favour and suck Sam as well but would he want to lay back and lift his legs for him and let Sam fuck him? That was a long leap from childish curiosity and kissing the tip of his cock but it was also a very strong possibility especially if Ash convinced him to. With a sly smirk, thinking of fucking an eight year old, Sam eased himself up and crawled over Jamie on his hands and knees with his straining cock hovering over the boy's softening dick and balls. The now bulbous and taut head glinted in the dim light with a sheen of precum that oozed from the slit. Positioning himself with his knees straddling Jamie's waist and his hands either side of his shoulders he lowered his crotch sliding his wet sticky glans over his small rounded balls and up along his thin shaft to rub against the bald expanse of his bare flat mound. Jesus he felt so good; his skin was like silk as he moved back and forth gliding his head over the smoothness if his pubis and along the length of his much shorter sex. Sam moaned quietly, his head bent down watching himself hump into the boy beneath him and breathing in the smell of him wishing Jamie would wake so he could bury his cock in his ass and fuck him like he'd done before and longed to do again.

 

Taking longer stokes and pulling the head of his swollen cock back to below his balls, Jamie's softening boyhood flopped back and forth slapping quietly against his hairless mound with each push forward. Sam was close now. It was only a matter of seconds before he came over Jamie's prone body. He could feel the tingling deep in his groin and the contraction of his own balls that scraped along Jamie's thighs with each upward thrust and he bent his body to nuzzle his face into the boy's shoulder, his eyes closed in ecstasy as he tried to stifle the moan that escaped his lips in the moment of climax. His cock throbbed and pulsed between them as he pushed forward mashing his crotch against him, squashing the boy's own sex with his own and came in a wave of pleasure that erupted with force. The first powerful shot splattered against Jamie's sternum, the second spraying into the dip of his stomach below his ribcage and the third arched and landed along his belly like a line of cocaine. Sam grunted and pushed in again, his mouth open in glorious agony, his teeth biting harmlessly into soft skin at the boy's shoulder and continued to ejaculate his love over his thin cock and small hairless balls, quivering with each dying pulse of orgasm until he was done.

 

Sam panted heavily into the curve of Jamie's shoulders and throat, licking his lips and kissing his warm skin as he recovered. He opened his eyes and turned his head, breathing in the smell of him as he licked his earlobe over the diamond stud and whispered quietly to him.

 

"I love you Jamie."

 

Sam gently lifted his weight up on his arms and looked down between them to see his semen streaked over Jamie's stomach and puddling under and around his now completely flaccid preteen cock and balls. The sight was obscenely erotic; a young boy barely eleven years old and still a year or two away from puberty with his smooth, soft and totally hairless crotch covered with fresh warm cum dribbling down into his taint was like a giant `fuck you' to the world who despised men that loved boys. Looking back up at Jamie's face he kissed him on the lips before easing away and laying down beside him feeling drained and exhausted but knowing he needed to clean Jamie up before he fell asleep. But he didn't have the willpower or the strength to get up so he reached out and grabbed Jamie's white t-shirt off the floor and wiped as much of his semen as he could off his stomach and from around his now limp two inch sex.

 

It hadn't been what he'd expected their first night together would be like, but if Sam was certain of one thing it was that when they woke up in the morning Jamie would most definitely want him to suck his cock and would probably do the same for Sam in return. And maybe, just maybe he'd even want Sam to fuck him before they got out of bed. With that prospect in mind Sam pulled the cover over them both to their waists and settled in beside him draping an arm across his chest and tucking it under his pit. He watched Jamie sleep for a few minutes as his mind slowed, in awe of his looks and secretly hoping he got the part in Buck Rogers just so he could say he'd fucked a cute preteen TV star. Finally his eyes closed and Sam let himself drift off to sleep without even bothering to turn off the bedside lamp.

 

 

 

 

To be continued...