Date: Wed, 13 Dec 2006 16:48:16 -0600 From: Justin Davis Subject: Old Man Brown 06 by Justin Davis (M/M/T, mast, oral, anal) The following story contains sexual scenes involving young males and an older male. If material of this nature offends you then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in most states you are not allowed to read this story by law. This story is purely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to person's living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely coincidental. Additionally, the actions of the characters in this story are in no way intended to show approval of, or give sanction to, their actions, or encourage similar actions by others. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except by the web sites to which it has been posted, without the consent of the author. Positive comments are always welcome and you may e-mail them to: Justin 0398@gmail.com Author's Note: As some of you readers know, sometimes I just can't resist inserting myself into a story. Such is the case with this chapter. Old Man Brown By Justin Davis Chapter Six Christmas was Jacob's favorite time of the year. As usual, he had spent hours decorating the inside of the trailer. Everywhere you looked, there were his collections of Santas, and of course, there was his tree of lights and angels that inspired awe in any boy that saw it for the first time. As for the decorations outside, there was always plenty of help from the boys. It was the one time of the year they got paid without having to take it up the butt or slurp on Old Man Brown's big cock. Naturally, all the permanent residents waxed eloquently about the virtues of the boys and how nice it was of them to help Mr. Brown decorate his yard every year. However, little did they know that at Christmas time they got double the cash they would have usually gotten, just for helping out. Of course, the standing rule was, if you hadn't sucked Old Man Brown's peter, or taken it up the butt, you didn't qualify for the Christmas cash. So, that was the reason that Jared Coleman, younger brother of Sammy Coleman, was on his knees, his eyes wide open in disbelief, gulping down the sperm that was spewing from Old Man Brown's cock. "That was good, Jared! Very good! I think you can go out and tell your brother you're okay to help decorate now," Jacob said, patting the kid on the head, as the boy wiped the cum residue from his mouth with the back of his hand, having gulped down the first adult load of his life, which was very much different than his older brother's sperm pellets that he had been easily swallowing for the past three months. There was a package under the tree for every boy that was a regular. Jacob always saw to that. He knew more about their lives, fears, and wants, than most of their parents did. Christmas was a no obligation affair on their part. With the New Year would come the begging and bargaining, and all could continue. Christmas was a special time, and Jacob intended to keep it that way. "Oh my fucking God! Justin! Justin Davis!" Jacob exclaimed, throwing his hands to his face, prompting the young, Marine, Lance Corporal, to smile when Jacob answered the doorbell two days before Christmas. "Hello, Mr. Brown!" "Oh Justin! Oh my God! You look so handsome!" Jacob said. "Thanks! Can I come in?" Justin asked. "Oh my God, yes! Please do!" Jacob replied, and stood aside in the doorway. "It's still the same as I remember it at Christmas time. The presents under the tree and everything," Justin said as he entered and removed his hat and looked around. "For the regulars as usual," Jacob replied, and closed the door. "I know." "Well, Justin, you look just great. Nothing like you used to." "I know. I was the fat kid you had mercy on, I guess," Justin replied. "Oh no, Justin! You weren't fat!" "Yeah I was! So, you doin okay these days?" Justin asked, as he seated himself upon the couch as he had many times before when he was younger. "I'm doing fine, Justin. So, you on your way to meet up with your family in Miami for Christmas?" Jacob asked, as he seated himself in one of the stuffed chairs. "No. Mother and Dad are headed to California to be with my sister. She's supposed to have a baby sometime around that time. I'm just passing through and thought I'd stop by and say hello." "Well, you're welcome to have Christmas Dinner with me, if you want," Jacob offered. "What you gonna pay me?" Justin asked, and started to laugh. "Oh, Justin! You're sooooooooo bad!" Jacob replied, blushing a bit. "You know, sir, there were so many things I wouldn't have had if it hadn't been for you, when I lived here with my folks. Not that you let me get spoiled or anything," Justin said, prompting Jacob to chuckle. "Let's see, you'd just turned fifteen when you and your folks moved to Miami. Isn't that right?" Jacob asked. "Yeah, it's been almost seven years since I've seen you." "I got your letter from boot camp some years back. It was a nice surprise." "Yeah, I wrote a lot of letters when I was in boot camp." "So how's the military treating you these days?" Jacob asked. "Oh pretty well. I don't know whether I'm going to re-enlist or not, though." "Oh? Why not?" "Well, it ain't easy being in the military when you're gay," Justin said, prompting Jacob to chuckle. "No, I guess it's not." Jacob replied, and chuckled again. "I'm on my way down to Miami to visit a guy I met when I was in boot camp years back. He's going to be home on leave after Christmas." "I see. Well, I'm sure he's a nice guy." "Yeah, he is." "Say, would you like a cup of coffee or a beer or soda or something?" Jacob asked. "Uh, it's a little bit early for me with the beer. Coffee sounds good, though." "Well, you just make yourself comfortable while I go make some," Jacob said, rising from his chair and heading for the kitchen. Once in the kitchen, Jacob retrieved a filter from the cabinet and placed it in the coffee maker and reached for the canister with the coffee in it. "So how are your folks?" Jacob asked loudly from the kitchen. "Oh, they're fine!" Justin answered back, equally as loud. "Well, that's good to hear! I always liked your folks!" "Yeah! They're pretty nice people!" For awhile, while the coffee brewed, and Jacob got some of the cookies he had baked from the container and arranged them on a plate, the two carried on their loud conversation between the living room and the kitchen. "You want cream and sugar?" Jacob asked loudly, as he poured coffee into one of the cups. "No, black will be just fine," Justin replied in a normal tone, prompting Jacob to turn toward the kitchen doorway. "Justin! Oh my God!" Jacob exclaimed, and quickly turned away, however, not before he had seen Justin's ripped abs that etched into his hips and his now much-grown genitalia. "Well, you said make myself comfortable. I don't think I've ever been in this trailer when I had my clothes on for longer than a couple of minutes," Justin said, standing naked in the kitchen doorway with his left hand resting on the door jam. "Uh, yes I know. Uh, you said no cream or sugar. Let me see, uh, okay," Jacob replied in a flustered tone, prompting Justin to chuckle. "You know, I'm loving this!" Justin said, and chuckled again. "Loving what?" Jacob asked, his back still to his guest. "You've seen me naked a zillion times and here you are all flustered," Justin replied. "Uh, it's just that, well, I mean you're a grown man now," Jacob said, fiddling with the plate of cookies, his back still to Justin. "I guess you noticed I've grown more than just in height?" "Yes, I saw," Jacob replied, having seen the flaccid, circumcised, penis and balls that were now almost as big as his own. "Look! Are you gonna give me the coffee or am I gonna have to beg for it?" Jacob asked. "Oh! I'm sorry! Here!" Jacob replied, quickly turning and handing Justin the coffee cup, then turning back around and moving again over to the counter, prompting Justin to chuckle once again. "That's good coffee," Justin said, having taken a sip. "Yes, it is. It's a special blend I like," Jacob replied, nervously adjusting the cookies on the plate. "Look! If you keep re-arranging those cookies there's gonna be nothing left but crumbs," Justin said, and sat down his coffee cup, moved toward where Jacob stood with his back to him, put his arms around him, then laid his chin on his left shoulder. "Oh God Justin!" Jacob exclaimed. "I may not be the boy you knew on the outside. But, I'm still the one you knew on the inside," Justin said softly. "Oh God, Justin! Oh God!" Jacob moaned, thinking of Nathan, his head full of dark brown curls, the green eyes that pierced you clear to your soul and all of it again. "I'll accept the offer to stay for Christmas, if you still want me to," Justin said. "Of course I do! It's just that---that---never mind! Here! I baked these myself," Jacob said, picking up the plate of cookies and turning and handing them to Justin. Naturally what Jacob didn't want to tell Justin was that there had been two other boys like him in Jacob's life. Dennis, the pudgy red head, with a peter that seemed like it would never grow or shoot, and Nathan, the most recent, from ten years ago, who was very much the same, with the exception of his head full of dark curls and green puppy dog eyes. Both had gone into the military, as had Justin, both had come to visit Jacob at Christmas, and both had died tragically within a year afterward. Of the three, Jacob had loved Justin the most. With all the other boys, it was business. With Dennis, Nathan, and Justin, it had been love for a kid who was much like Jacob had been when he was their age. "Shit!" Jacob exclaimed, when the doorbell rang, as the two sat in the living room sharing the cookies and drinking their coffee, Jacob having gotten used to the sight of Justin's naked body, finally. "I'll gather up my clothes and go down the hall," Justin said, jumping up and gathering up his discarded uniform and hat, which was laid neatly upon the other end of the couch. "Yes?" Jacob asked, as he opened the door, and was confronted with the spidery imp, with a head full of brown curls. "Uh, some of the guys told that--well--they told me you wuz paying to help and all and I was hoping that---uh." "I'd give you some money," Jacob said, completing the sentence. "Uh, yeah!" "I'm sorry, but all the work's really been done." "Shit! It figures", the kid said glumly, and turned to walk away. "Wait a minute! How old are you?" Jacob asked. "I'll be ten next month," the kid replied. "Well, I only hire boys to help that are at least eleven," Jacob said. "Yeah, I know. I was just hoping," the kid said, and turned to leave again. "Wait! What's your name?" Jacob asked, prompting the kid to stop and turn around again. "Nathan!" the kid replied. "My God!" Jacob muttered under his breath. "Well, Nathan, you know all the lights along trailer park fence?" Jacob asked. "Yeah!" "Well, go down to the office and tell Mr. Anderson I said to give you the bags of bulbs to replace the ones that go out. You're gonna be my bulb man this Christmas. If he has a problem with it have him call me. Now come back here and I'll pay you!" Jacob said. "You would have made me take a load down my throat for that!" Justin said, and chuckled as he seated himself upon the couch again. "No, probably not. The kid wanted the money to buy his parents something for Christmas. They're four months behind on their rent. I'm letting um stay cause his dad is trying as hard as he can to find work. The construction around here has just about ground to a halt for now." Jacob replied. "Just the same, you can drive a hard bargain, like the first time I showed up with Clifton." "Oh yes! Clifton, dear dear Clifton!" "Was he pimping for you or what?" Justin asked. "No, I just think it made him feel better if he sucked my cock in front of another boy and wanked. As you well know, he always left it up to the new boy to drink down the load," Jacob said, and chuckled. "Yeah! I remember! I had sucked a couple of guys but always spit. No way with you! I had to swallow it all with Clifton standing there jerking on his peter and watching me." "He was strange! Don't really know about him. I think he got off to watching more than he did anything else. He never did do more than suck my cock and get sucked and he wouldn't ever take my load if there was another boy with him." "So, whose the oldest boy you doing it with now?" Justin asked, rising from the couch and heading over toward the small dining area. "Uh, that would be David Smith, he's sixteen," Jacob said. "I see! Well, we'll have to do something about that," Justin said, walking back with one of the straight back chairs and placing it in the middle of the floor between the couch and stuffed chairs. "Oh Justin! Really, I don't know!" "You know it's my favorite way. I've been waiting for this for a long time," Justin said, and wiggled his eyebrows. "Oh my God!" Jacob exclaimed in response. "Oh God! Mmmmmmm!" Justin exclaimed, as the head of Jacob's cock popped into his bottom. Then, as he had times before when he was a kid, he furrowed his brow and bit his lower lip as he began to lower himself upon the huge cock, his legs draped over Jacob's who was sitting in the straight back chair. "Oh, Justin! It's so big now," Jacob commented, stroking Justin's hard, thick, nine-inch, member as Justin continued to lower himself upon his cock. "Mmmmmmmmm! Yeah! Not a little peter any more! Ohhhhhhhhh! Mmmmmmmm!" Justin responded breathlessly, his butt now firmly planted on Jacob's pubes and all of the Jacob's huge cock inside his bottom once again. It was a slow fuck and a long fuck; Justin slowly riding Jacob's big tool and Jacob slowly wanking Justin's for him as he did so. Eventually, when Jacob grunted and began to cum, Justin cried out and promptly began to ejaculate his own load as the familiar flood of warmth began to fill his bottom like it had many times before when he was younger. It was a wonderful Christmas for Jacob that year. Justin stayed with him until two days before New Year's, when he left for Miami to see his friend. Needless to say, the two of them sucked and fucked the whole time, Jacob loving the fact that Justin's cock filled his bottom and Justin happy that Jacob's was doing the same to his. It was four months later when the letter came. Naturally, Jacob was scared to open it. Justin had decided not to re-enlist and had moved into an apartment in Miami with Ricky, his friend. Jacob smiled as he folded the letter back up and thought of Justin's ripped stomach muscles, his nice cock, and what a beautiful man he had made. Then, he placed the letter in the box that contained other special letters, closed the lid, and headed toward the kitchen to fix some coffee. To be continued