Date: Tue, 20 Jun 2006 15:44:33 -0700 (PDT) From: zanhoweser Mackington Subject: SAM THE DELINQUENT 02 Disclaimer: Do not read if you do not care for fictional m/b situations. The characters are not real. Any comments may be sent to: zanmountain@yahoo.com The morning sun streamed into the living with a shaft of light. "Huh? What? Huh?" Mr. Fauck awoke to see the digital display on his giant Plasma Screen TV on the wall flash 9AM. The frozen still image of Sam's perfect dick and hanging balls (albeit upside down) was flickering a bit on the high resolution screen. The memory card was warm in the reader slot of the high-definition TV. "Oh man. I fell asleep with Sam's image on the TV set! What a jack off session. What a boy!" BIP! BLEEP!! CLICK! (Mr. Fauck turned off the Plasma set and retrieved his memory card to secure later in his hidden safe.) Mr. Fauck got up from the living room sofa, some cushions sticking to him. He had violently cummed after jacking off multiple times to the images he had snapped last year. He loved this kid. "Sam will be over soon. He usually gets up this time. Better get showered and dressed for my boy." The naked Mr. Fauck walked to the bathroom, his man cock swinging back and forth. He showered in the massive custom designed shower with multiple jets. He shampooed his hair and brushed his teeth. His hot shave was very cleansing. He left after drying off and pulled on some athletic shorts in his bedroom. He lifted free weights to pump up his biceps and chest. He put on a tight fitting t-shirt and wore sandals about the house. DING DONG! DING DONG! "That would be him. My boy. Just as I expected him. Right on time." The stunning 13 year old boy was bare chested, his blond hair in his eyes, his biceps slightly curving. He wore short short soft velour cotton red gym shorts that had a sports cut up his smooth developed thighs. They cupped is firm butt. His boy dick was pronounced and flipped up, so as not to "curve out" so the boy thought, but actually accented his penis even more. The soft material sagged under the weight of the boy dick. The shaft, head, and twin balls were clearly outlined. His drunk mom bought him "third-hand clothing cheaply from a Thrift Shop". Unfortunately for Sam, the gym shorts were from the 1970s and early 1980s. He wore Nike tennis shoes with low cut socks. He also wore sun-glasses dangling from his neck in a bid to be cool. Mr. Fauck caught himself staring at the boy's overwhelming sexiness and beauty. He felt himself actually drewling out one corner of his mouth. "Mr. Fauck! Are you...you...ok?" "Ohh. Yes, yes. Uh, I was thinking about something. Sorry. Uh, um. Sorry." Waving his hand in front of Mr. Fauck's face the boy smirked. "Hi Mr. Fauck, I'm here. My mom's hung over so I just got out of the house. I'm here to work off that broken window. Ok? Can I use your mower?" (grrrrouurrrggle) "Sure Sam. It's gased up and ready to go. Uh, say, was that noise your stomach?" The boy looked down and nodded yes. He pulled quickly at his dick in his shorts and patted his stomach. His abs contracted as he looked up. "She has blacked out again. I didn't get any supper last night or breakfast today. I'm kinda hungry. She's a bitch." "You shouldn't talk about your mother like that! A hot breakfast will be good for you. I will whip one up in a jiffy! Take me about 15 minutes. Ok? Um, go wheel the mower around the front yard and set up the lawn trash bags. I'll fix you food to eat." "Deal!!" The boy's eyes lit up and in a flash the boy was out the door. As the boy walked out the door, his dick wagged back and forth in the soft yet giving velour shorts. His firm melon butt moved up and down. Mr. Fauck thought to himself that the young boy had forgotten to put on briefs or boxers beneath the shorts. He didn't mind however. Mr. Fauck cooked bacon, sausage, and his favorite eggs. Mr. Fauck watched the sexy boy out his kitchen window and jacked off a huge load into the eggs he was cooking. He flipped the cooked egg to conceal its contents. Mr. Fauck wiped his leaking spent cock on a napkin and set the table for the boy. He had to sit down on the kitchen stool for a moment to rest and compose himself after such a forceful discharge of cum! If he had not jacked off, he would have certainly creamed in his pants at the sight of the boy. Mr. Fauck looked up to hear the front door slam closed. "I'm back. Ready to eat." Sam was rubbing his stomach in a circle. The boy sat down at the table. As he sat, his crotch arched up in a pointed fashion, as he had flipped up his dick again for comfort. "Ahh man! What a breakfast. This is pretty freaking awesome. Sweet." The boy eagerly devoured in huge chomps the bacon, sausage, toast and jam. He took his fork and cut the scrambled eggs. He put the eggs into his mouth and bit down closing his eyes. The bubble of Mr. Fauck's cum spurted out and down the boy's chin. The boy licked it up and smiled. "Cool! How did you know? I love my eggs runny. Especially the whites of the eggs. Awesome." The boy digged into the eggs finding more and sucked in the "runny egg" and lipped his lips. He even had a cum drop on his freckled nose. A drop dangled from his smooth chin. The boy leaned back in his chair with his arms up smiling. "Thanks for the awesome breakfast. My mom never ever fixed me food that great." Mr. Fauck nearly died from blushing and seeing the scene! He was surpised to have had a 2nd forceful cum expulsion in his shorts through his boxers as he was seated across from Sam witnessing the event. He trembled so much that his back muscles were almost locking up. The boy arose from the table and wiped his mouth with the cum smeared napkin that Mr. Fauck had set. The boy was standing sideways to Mr. Fauck and yawned and stretched. In doing so, Mr. Fauck got 3 quick succession digital pictures of the dick laden lad as his young thick tick leaned heavily up in the sagging snug velour boy shorts!! The head was clearly defined. The boy patted his stomach in delight and saluted Mr.Fauck. "I'll get to work now. Thanks." The boy turned and walked out. Mr. Fauck sat boy- whipped and dazed feeling the wetness in the front of his shorts. The sheer beauty of the boy had actually made him explode without even touching his man cock. He was astounded. BRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrr. The lawn mower moaned outside as Mr. Fauck readied his camera and long-distance lens on tripod to take more pictures of his boy working outside. He was having a wonderful time taking hundred of pictures of his favorite subject. Mr. Fauck quickly got out of his sticky boxer shorts and shorts letting them fall to the carpet in his living room. He walked, cock wagging back and forth to the bathroom. He cleaned himself up a bit and put on fresh underwear and shorts. "Gotta do some laundry! I'll get those clothes later. More pictures to take!!" An hour and a half went by. DING DONG! Sam let himself in while Mr. Fauck was finishing cleaning up the kitchen. A sweating 13 year old boy came in and asked for something cold to drink. "Got any towels? I'm kinda drenched." "Um, sorry Sam. All the towels are in the laundry right now...." Sam seeing Mr. Fauck's shorts and boxers on the living room floor bent over quickly and picked them up wiping his sweaty boy face. "This will do...uh...." Mr. Fauck's sperm stuck in strings to the boy's cheeks and neck. He didn't seem to notice but Mr. Fauck took more photos!! Handy to have the digital camera loaded and ready to go in the kitchen!! "Well, uh, better go home and shower up. That's one yard job to work off the window." "Wanna shower here, Sam?" Sam thought about it but quickly dismissed it. "Um, nah. I better go to my house. But thanks! And thanks for the water." Mr. Fauck saw the sweaty boy go back to his house tugging at his rear. There would be time. He was to come over many times to work off the broken window. Next Chapter -- SAM'S HOME LIFE -