Date: Sat, 22 Jul 2006 17:02:14 -0700 (PDT) From: zanhoweser Mackington Subject: Sam The Delinquent 08 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 "BREAKFAST THE NEXT MORNING" - PART 08 Mr. Fauck and Tony were busy in the kitchen preparing breakfast for their boy. They yelled for Sam to get up and come to the table. "I will go get him. That boy!" Mr.Fauck smiled and winked at Tony who manned the breakfast griddles. Mr. Fauck entered Sam's bedroom and opened up the curtains to let more of the morning light flood the room. "Awwww. Mr. Fauck. YAWN. I'm starved." "Well after all that pressure we relieved from you this morning, no wonder! Time to get up boy." "Another 5 minutes." Yawned the sleepy blond mop headed boy. "Nope! Up and at em boy! Come on!!" Mr. Fauck tugged the sheet off the boy as he tried to tightly clutch it. Both were laughing. Mr. Fauck grabbed the 13 year old stud by his ankles and dragged him off and out of the bed. "Little carpet burn never hurt anybody, did it boy? Now get up!!" "Ha ha ha ha. You're so cool. You and Tony. Awesome. But I wanna sleep till noon." "Look Sam. I know you're a growing boy. Your hormones are raging. But you also have to eat. You've already got some good muscles!" "I don't wanna get up." (Lays on floor naked with pillow over his head) "Ok, you give me no choice boy!" Mr. Fauck Mr. Fauck flexes his muscles and pulls the pillow off Sam's face. Both are laughing and Sam is pretending to fight back. Mr. Fauck scoops the naked boy UP and OFF the floor, his young teen dick wagging. Mr. Fauck carries the laughing boy, naked over one shoulder while he spanks his firm bubble butt. His oval twin balls hang down noticeably. Mr. Fauck loves the boy's thick boyhood and tackle warmly pressing against him. SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! "Bad boy. Come on to eat." Mr. Fauck notices with each spank the boy's penis twitches and hardens a bit. PLOP! Mr. Fauck seats the naked laughing boy into the kitchen seat at the table. He leans forward propping his head up with his hands , elbows on the table. "So, what's to eat? I'm like starved." Tony musses up the sexy boy's thick blond hair and pats him on the face. "Hot pockets. A new breakfast treat that we made for you, fresh!!" Tony shares. "Oh man. I get the best breakfasts here. My stupid mom doesn't feed me breakfast. Sometimes no lunch! I scrounge." "Well, I think you will like our spread, boy. Eat up." "All right!" Sam takes his plate and picks up the freshly fried hot pocket containing a warm liquid center. The boy holds it in his hand and bites down. SQUISH! Milky thick juice squirts onto his nose. He looks cross eyed at the juice and gobbles the whole hot pocket pastry down. Milky sauce oozes from both corners of his mouth. "That tasted great! Salty egg! Sticky and stringy. I like it raw, I saw professional weight trainers eating raw eggs and getting muscles, kinda like mine." Sam flexes his best boy bicep. Both men feel it. It is a developing mound of muscle. "Ok, ok Sam. I think we can give you some more protein." Mr. Face cleverly takes the half of broken egg and quickly and secretly fills it with their two man masturbation cum contents. He stirs it a bit. He stands over the boy at the table. "Ok boy. Open wide. Raw egg to build muscles!" "All right. OPENING WIDE Ahhhh." Mr. Fauck slowly pours the sticky glop and threads of goo into the wide mouth of Sam. He noisily gulps and licks his lips. "Ahhh. That was a great breakfast." Tony whispers to Mr. Fauck in low tones "He's got his own spunk and ours in his tummy now. I think he is fond of the taste!" "That's true. But I can't wait for the day that he gets our hot beef injection deep inside him." Mr. Fauck replies to Tony. "I'm gonna go get dressed." The boy leaves the kitchen to the bedroom where he puts on an old thrift store cotton velour short shorts. They were made in the early 1980s. Tony and Mr. Fauck happily clean up the kitchen content with how their boy has been loving his stay. RINGGGGGG RINGGGGGGG RINGGGGGGGGGGG "Hello? Why yes? Of course. Uh. Ok. I will be right over." Tony asks Mr. Fauck "Who was that on the phone?" "It was Edda. Sam's mother. She's back in town and wants me to come over. She sounds stoned." Mr. Fauck whispers to Tony. "Ok, go ahead. I will watch out for Sam. It's almost noon and I will get the boy started on the other rooms. He is a good painter." Says Tony. - - THE WALK OVER TO SAM'S HOUSE - - "Come in Mr. Fauck." "Hello Edda. What is the problemmmm? Huh? How??" "That is the problem." Speaks Edda in low tones. Sam's identical twin brother, Skit, is laying on a recliner stoned. He wears expensive boy's shorts with loops. He is nicely tanned. He has the identical haircut as Sam and freckles. He has diamond studs in his ear lobe and nose. Edda explains as Mr. Fauck sits down that she has just returned from Las Vegas (after whoring for a week and earning money). She has brought back Sam's unknown identical brother, Skit. She explains that at birth, Skit was taken by the Swedish man who fucked her. He wanted the boy to live with him in Las Vegas. Skit was home-schooled and got into heavy drugs. Now Skit was into the methamphetamines and other drugs that his mother did. "We're both stoned, Mr. Fauck. I just wanted you to know that Sam and Skit were love children. Ha ha ha. The fucker that pegged me back then got a two for one deal. But he wanted Skit to live with him. Nobody knows about Skit. Not even Sam. Nobody knows. Not even the authorities or school system. Skit's father was a drug king pin. Skit's gonna live with me now. Maybe help me do drugs and shit." Edda took another hit off her marijuana. "Now listen Edda. You have got to clean up and stop this drug use. I don't care how you make your money, you can't endanger Skit, or for that matter Sam! They are 13 year old boys. Oh shit! No." Mr. Fauck walks over and picks up the arms of Skit and finds needle marks in both arms. "Heroin. Other shit." Edda replies smiling. Smoke curls around Edda's face. "I am amazed at how identical Skit looks to Sam. Except, he does look rougher. Not as healthy." Mr. Fauck mumbles. "Yeh. Skit's been fucking some of my friends in Vegas. He really uses his cock for money. I think he's got AIDS, but I don't know." Edda mumbles drinking Vodka. "Now look! That is very wrong Edda. I will get Skit to the doctor in town. He needs to clean up first. You have got to be a mother to Sam and Skit. Sam doesn't even knows he has a brother!" Mr. Fauck pleads. "And I don't want him to know Mr. Fauck. I tried to protect Sam. CRIES. That's why I never told Sam about sex or sex education in home schooling. I saw how Skit just went wild and became a fuck hound." Edda begins to nod out. "Now listen Edda. Skit became who he was because of the pimp who raised him! Sam has got to know the joy of natural highs instead of what Skit is doing! Look how bad Skit looks?! You two have got to stop drugs!!! It is killing you." "Pull down his shorts, Mr. Fauck." Edda motions to Mr. Fauck. Mr. Fauck obliges Edda and pulls down the sleeping boy's shorts. No underwear is present and his 13 year old well developed boy cock flops out!!! CLINK. Except, Skit has a solid gold ring pierced through the head of his boy cock. He also has two smaller gold rings pierced through the lower ball sack. Tattooed just above the base of his crotch with an arrow pointing down reads "BOY SPERM GRADE A". Mr. Fauck holds Skit's beautiful but used cock and tucks it in the shorts. He pulls the clothes back up. "Nobody knows about Skit except me and his fucking father. The mafia is after Skit and me because we did drugs in Vegas and didn't pay. Especially Skit. They can't learn about Sam. Now get outta here." Edda drunkenly says. "Very well Edda. I will leave. Thanks for telling me about Skit. And why you were away. I will send Sam over tomorrow morning. He is working off that window he broke. He has only one more job to do at the house." "Yeah, the brat can stay away forever for what I care. HICK UP. Lissssen. Just get Sam's ass over tomorrow. Then me and Skit and Sam are gonna leave this fuckin city. The drug mafia is after us. We will do our shit in peace in another city. Good bye Mr. Fauck!" Edda shoots Mr. Fauck twin birds as he leaves. "That no good woman. She has got to get some help. I will arrange it." Mr. Fauck walks back to his house worrying about Sam's future with such a family. He is greeted by Tony at the front door. "Hi. Got the boy painting the other rooms in the house. He will be finished by 8pm. I promised him he could watch the TV movies tonight he wanted to see." Tony says. Mr. Fauck shares his information with Tony and they both nodd their heads in disbelief and worry. - LATER THAT NIGHT - The three males are happily watching the TV movies and talking. Sam is wearing his skimpy velour short shorts with his boy dick leaning to the side. He lays across the laps of Tony and Mr. Fauck seated on the leather sofa. They sip colas and enjoy each other's company, laughing and talking. Sam plays with the cock ring in his hands while he watches TV. "I'm never gonna put this thing back on. I really don't wanna go back home tomorrow, Mr. Fauck, Tony. Really I don't want to at all." Sam becomes sad. "Look Sam. We love you. We are going to get your mother help and try to fix things up for her. Get her a decent job. And we will still see you. Don't worry." Sam holds the two men tightly. He presses tightly against them. A FLICKERING ORANGE GLOW ILLUMINATES THE CURTAINS. "Whaaaaaaaat's that? Huh??" Sam points to the living room curtains. All three get up and look out the curtains. A bright blaze has engulfed Sam's home. Fire is roaring out each window and opening. It is a rolling intense blaze. Thick black smoke is bellowing out of the collapsing framed house. There is much smoke. Soon sirens and red and blue lights surround the block. Fire hoses try in vain to put out the tremendous blaze. "That bitch! All my CDs and stuff is burning up. That bitch! She's probably doing drugs or cooking meth! I hate her!!!" Both Tony and Mr. Fauck hold Sam as he returns to the sofa crying. "I am going to bed." The boy turns and walks away. Tony and Mr. Fauck look at each other in disbelief. "He really hates her." They continue to monitor the roaring fire. - NEXT CHAPTER - AFTER THE FIRE -