Date: Tue, 15 Nov 2005 19:50:39 -0800
From: Boystory <boystory@comcast.net>
Subject: Satyr-Boy-11

Well, we've made it to the grand finale of Satyr-Boy.  It details the
character's ongoing sexual experiences.

As usual, if you're under 18, or in the company of someone under 18,
then please do not download or read this story.  The depictions in
this story involve sexual contact between a boy and an adult male.
The time frame for these stories is from the boy's 8th through 16th
year, and the men range from age 19 to 60.  Unlike my other stories,
this story is mainly about sexual conquest.  If that is not to your
liking, then please find another story to read.  Also, I should state
that these events are nothing more than fantasy.  Any resemblance to
any person alive or dead is purely coincidental.  None of these events
ever happened, not that some would be all that bad if they did, but...

I would love to hear feedback on this story from all of you.  All
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I want to thank my very dear friend Henry Higgins for editing this
chapter as well as all of my other works.  He's one of the best
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I hope you enjoy this installment of "Satyr-Boy"

Lenny boystory@comcast.net



"S A T Y R - B O Y" CHAPTER 11 - Grand Finale - The retirement of
Satyr-Boy


Things were now in a routine.  I would go to school. I had taken a job
as a clerk in a shop; and, whenever I could, I found someone to have
sex with.  Don't let that statement fool you, I was having sex just
about every day.  One particular day—I remember the exact date,
Saturday, November 19, 1977—one of the guys I had been seeing
regularly was having a party.  Since he was in his mid-twenties, most
of his friends were older.  This suited me just fine.

He was also one of the few people I knew who was openly gay.  He was
gay, his friends were all gay—heck, I think his parents were gay.  But
I guess you get the picture.  He had told me that I would be a very
popular person at the party.  It seems that I was to be the youngest
person there.  He felt that I, at 16, would be the object of at least
a few of his friends' obsession.

As the day of the party approached, Bill (my friend) came to me and
asked me if I had ever had been tested for any sexually transmitted
diseases.  This was a year or so before everyone knew about AIDS, but
there were still a good number of STDs out there.  He offered to take
me to a free clinic to get tested before the party.  All of his
friends are required to be tested before one of his 'soirees' as he
called them.

On the Tuesday before the party, he took me to the clinic.  They took
some blood, and performed a rather extensive visual examination of my
body.  Personally, I think the doctor kinda had the hots for me.  We
were informed that the results would be ready on Thursday, but from
his examination, he found no outward signs of any kind of infection on
either one of us.

We went back to his place.  Knowing that business at the shop was
going to be non-stop from the day after Thanksgiving until Christmas,
I had arranged to take the week before Thanksgiving off.  Once we
arrived at his apartment, we entered, and he grabbed me into a bear
hug.  He planted one of the most passionate kisses I had ever had on
my lips.

One thing led to another, and within a few minutes we were both naked
and on the floor.  We had wild and passionate sex.  Several times.  In
every possible position.

When we were all tuckered out, we just cuddled up on the floor.  We
got up about an hour later.  I decided that I would cook dinner for
him. (Yes, I was then and still am an excellent cook.)  I walked into
the kitchen wearing nothing but a smile.  I looked in the refrigerator
and, after selecting some nice looking lamb chops, fresh baby carrots,
and some Yukon Gold Potatoes, went about preparing dinner.

We sat at the table sipping a good red wine and enjoying the meal.
Bill remarked that if I ever got tired of fucking I could do well as a
chef.  I didn't see what fucking and cooking had to do with one
another, but just let it slide.

I decided to go home after dinner.  Bill and I kissed and I left.
When I arrived home, as usual, nobody was there.  I wondered to
myself, "Why do I even bother to come here anymore?  Nobody is ever
here.  All of my brothers and sisters, with the exception of one, had
moved out years ago.  I bet that if I decided to stay out a week,
nobody would be the wiser."

I went into my room, and being as tired out as I was, I stripped off
my clothing and went to sleep.  The next morning, I awoke with my
usual hardon.  I headed for the bathroom and, figuring nobody was
home, decided not to put anything on.  I walked out of my room, and
started crossing the living room, my dick pointing the way, when I
heard my mother yelling at me to put some clothes on.  So, I quickly
retreated the six or seven steps back into my room, put on a pair of
sweats, and resumed my trek to the bathroom.

The next couple of days were uneventful.  I met with Jonathan one
night, and another guy I had picked up at the mall on Thursday night.
I went to the store and bought a tube of my favorite lubricant.  (You
guys know I can't say the name, after all, as Oprah says, they didn't
pay me.)

Finally, the evening of the party arrived. I put on my thong, then my
speedo.  Over that I put on a pair of blue jeans (again, no pay, no
name).  I had figured that the different layers of clothing would be
fun.  I could put on a show while getting naked.

I chose a very clingy silk shirt and a pair of sandals to complete the
ensemble.  I looked in the mirror and decided I looked like a million
bucks.  As I left the house, I was surprised to see my mother sitting
on the couch.  She looked upset, but would not answer my inquiries as
to why. She just looked like there was something wrong, but, if she
didn't want to talk about it, I wasn't going to push her. I told her
that I was spending the night at Bill's and that I would see her
tomorrow.  I gave her a kiss and left.

I drove over to Bill's house at breakneck speed.  I was just so
excited.  The idea of having 20 very good looking and horny guys all
in the same place, all with the idea of having as much sex as they
could in 24 hours...

I arrived about 20 minutes before Bill told me that the party was
supposed to start.  Much to my surprise, I was the last to arrive.  As
I entered the house, I was immediately cheered by about 10 guys who
were sitting naked in the living room.  I feasted on the sight of
those beautiful men.  Most were sporting at least partial erections.

I instructed the guys to form a circle around me by sitting on the
floor.  I went to the stereo and put on a rather seductive piece of
music and returned to the center of the circle.  As the music played,
I performed a strip tease for the guys.  There were whistles and
cheers from the room as I slowly removed my clothes.

As I dropped my blue jeans, they were taken in by the sight of my
hardon pressing out my speedo.  I hooked my fingers into the waistband
of the speedo, being careful not to get the thong at the same time,
and slowly slid it down my legs.  Now, my ass was hanging out and I
did a 360 while I was bent over removing the speedo from my legs.

I went up to Bill, after all it was his party, and rubbed the pouch of
my thong in his face.  He met this by grabbing the fabric with his
teeth and literally eating it off my body.

Finally, I was naked.  During the evening I must have been sucked at
least 20 times, and fucked at least 8.  I even topped one guy.  I was
outside into Bill's yard (he had very high fences to insure privacy)
to have a smoke alone when the most important event of my life took
place.

A man, maybe in his mid-forties sat on the bench next to me.  He was
naked, as we all were, but it was something in his voice that caught
my attention.

"You must be Daniel.  I've heard a lot about you."

I looked at the man and thought how beautiful he looked to me.  I
actually got tongue-tied trying to ask him his name.  "Um, yeah, I'm
Daniel.  Um, who are you?"

"My name is Richard.  My friends call me Ricky."

I looked into his eyes and, I know it sounds cliché, but... I melted.

We talked for about two-and-a-half hours.  I was telling him of my
life to that point, probably boring him to tears, but I felt I needed
to share everything with him.

I had told him about just about every guy I had ever been with.  When
I had finished, he just looked at me.  I could see such deep concern
and caring in his eyes.

"Daniel, do you realize how lucky you are to even still be alive?
Living your life like that, my god, I just can't imagine it.  Let me
ask you a question.  Have you ever been in love?"

I thought about it and told him, "There were a few guys that I had
sorta feelings for, but, in the end, it was all about the sex to me."

Ricky looked at me, and I could see something in his eye that shocked
me.  A tear was falling down his cheek.  He asked me if we could get
together sometime.  I gave him my phone number and told him to call me
anytime.

The party had died down by that point, and I went off in search of
Bill.  I found him in his bed with two other guys.  I simply slipped
in with them.

The next morning I looked around for Ricky, but was told that he had
left earlier.  I waited around until everyone else had left and then
asked Bill about him.

"Ricky is probably my oldest friend.  He showed me that there is a
difference between love and sex.  He and I were talking, and you came
up in the conversation.  He asked me if he could come to the party
specifically to meet you."

I said, "We talked for over two hours last night.  I don't know,
there's just something about him that makes me want to get to know him
better."

"He has that effect on people," Ricky replied.  "He's probably one of
the nicest guys you will ever meet.  And, once he finally lets you
into his bed, you won't want anyone else, ever."

I left and went home.  About two in the afternoon, the phone rang and
I answered it.

"Daniel?  It's Richard."

"Oh, Hi Ricky.  I'm glad you called.  I looked for you this morning,
but was told that you left during the night."

"Daniel.  I would like to see you again.  Is that okay with you?"

"I was hoping you would ask me.  I don't know what it is about you,
but I just feel like I need to be closer to you."

We arranged to meet that evening.  He was going to come to my place
and pick me up.  I figured that we would probably go back to his place
or maybe a motel and have sex.  I was sorely mistaken.

                              # # #

Because Ricky had asked me to dress-up in nice clothing, I decided to
wear a pair of khaki pants and a button down, white shirt.  He was
right on time to pick me up.  I was impressed with his car.  He was
driving a 1977 Jaguar that looked like it had just come out of the
showroom.  I got into the car and he leaned over and gave me a kiss.
Not one full of passion, but one that told me how much he cared about
me.

I asked him where we were going for dinner and he just replied that it
was a secret.  We drove toward downtown Los Angeles.  The traffic was
pretty heavy, so it took us about an hour-and-a-half to go the 22
miles from my house to the restaurant.  The restaurant was in a pretty
seedy part of town, so I asked him if he was sure that he had the
right place.  He merely told me that he knew exactly where we were
going.

He pulled into the parking lot and the valet took the keys to the Jag.
We entered the restaurant and the maitre d' smiled at both of us and
said, "Welcome to the Pacific Dining Car, gentlemen.  Mr. Harris,
welcome back, it's so nice to see you again.

I looked at Ricky and he just smiled.  We were shown to a very private
booth in the back of the restaurant.  Within a few seconds there was a
waiter there to pour us glasses of water.  Ricky ordered a bottle of
wine with two glasses.  The waiter looked at me, then at him.  He was
about to say something when Ricky shook the man's hand.

The waiter looked at his hand and turned away.  Ricky said that he was
quite a regular at this restaurant and it's amazing what a twenty-
dollar bill will do.

The restaurant was amazing.  It had been decorated like an old
railroad car, or actually several cars attached to one another.  There
were pictures on the walls of trains from all over the world.  I
looked at the menu and was amazed.  There wasn't anything on the menu
for less than $15.00.  In 1977, that was a lot of money.

Ricky told me not to worry about cost, just to order whatever I would
like.  I chose the Filet Mignon, medium-rare, with garlic mashed
potatoes and creamed spinach.  Ricky ordered the Porterhouse steak,
rare, with a baked potato and asparagus.

The wine steward came over to us and showed Ricky the bottle.  Ricky
looked at him and said, "I'm sorry, Oscar, that year just will not do.
My friend here was born in 1961.  Do you happen to have a bottle from
that vintage?"

The steward did some quick math in his head, and said to Ricky, "If he
was born in 1961, then he would only be 16, and that..."

Ricky cut him off by handing him some money.  The steward looked at it
and said, "Mr. Harris, you are aware that a Chateau Latour, 1961 is
over $1,000 a bottle."

"Of course, Oscar, as you know, that is not a concern for me.  Just
bring us the wine, thank you."

I was impressed.  But, in the back of my mind, I wondered why he was
spending that much on a bottle of wine.  Was he trying to impress me
to get me into bed?  He wouldn't have to spend that much; all he would
have to do is say the word!

The meal was exceptional.  The wine was perfect to compliment our
meal.  Our conversation at the table was just small talk.  As we were
finishing our meal, Ricky said, "Daniel.  I want us to get to know one
another.  But, I want you to understand, this is not a sexual
relationship.  Well, not yet, at least.  I want you to know me very
well before we do anything sexual."

"Ok, Ricky—even though I would jump your bones right here, right now,
if you would let me."

He laughed.  We had coffee and dessert, paid our bill, and went out to
the Jag.  The valet brought the car up and Ricky gave him his tip.
They guy looked at it and said, "Excuse me, Sir, but I think you gave
me the wrong bill.  You gave me a hundred, did you think it was a
ten?"

Ricky looked at the boy and asked, "Did I give you a ten?  No, I know
exactly what I gave you, but, since you were so honest, here."  He
handed the boy another hundred.

I started to think that I might be out of my league here.  This guy
seemed to have more money than he knew what to do with.

We got into the car and Ricky asked if I would like to take a walk on
the beach.  I told him that it would be nice, so he drove to Venice
Beach.  He pulled up to a house that was right on the beach and parked
the car.  I asked him if he would get a ticket parking in someone's
driveway.

He chuckled and said, "No, I can't get a ticket for parking in
someone's driveway, because the someone whose driveway this is, is
me."

"You live here?  This place is amazing.  Right on the beach?  Wow!"

Ricky took my hand in his and we began to walk.  It was a bright night
out.  We walked hand in hand under a full moon for miles, just up and
down the boardwalk, talking about my life.  As we were walking back to
his place, he looked at me.

"Daniel.  When Bill told me about you, I had to meet you.  You see,
when he told me the story of your sexual escapades, well, it reminded
me of myself.  I was quite the cum-bucket as a boy.  True, I didn't
start until I was about 12, but, I think I know where you are coming
from.  When I was your age, I met a man.  His name is unimportant;
but, he took me away from that life.  He showed me what it meant to
have someone love you for who you are, not for the fact that you are
willing to let him fuck you.  The one thing he made me promise was
that one day, I would do the same for someone else.  You are that
someone else."

I listened to what he had to say, and I must say, it sounded pretty
good.  We walked back to his car and got in.  He started the car and
told me he was taking me home.  I had offered to go to his place and
kind of repay him for his generosity this evening, and he reminded me
that our relationship would not be sexual for a while.  We needed to
get to know one another first.

We drove to my house in silence.  I had a lot to think about.  When we
arrived, Ricky leaned over and kissed me again.  A warm and tender
kiss on the lips.

I didn't talk to Ricky for two days.  I thought about what he was
telling me, I talked to Bill at length.  I told Bill the story about
the older guy who had taken Ricky in, and that Ricky wanted me to be
the boy he helped in the same way.  Bill looked at me.

"Daniel.  Do you realize what this means?  This guy is loaded.  He can
give you anything you want."

"You know, it's not about the money to me," I answered.  "I think that
in the short time I've known him, I've kinda fallen in love with him."

"Daniel, you're just one lucky little man."

I went home and immediately called Ricky.  I told him that I would
love to be 'that boy' to him.  There was only one stipulation I would
make.  He had to promise not to write me into his will.  I didn't want
his money, I wanted him.

His reply to me was this: "Daniel.  Thank you.  I knew I was right
about you.  The fact that you told me that you don't want my money
confirms what I've felt about you all along.  You are a genuine
person.  Can you come over to my place tonight?"

"I have to work, but how about tomorrow?"

"Daniel.  How much do they pay you where you work?"

"Well, it's just minimum wage plus commission."

"Call them and quit.  As of now, you are employed by Harris
Enterprises.  Your salary will be $25,000 per year.  Your duties will
be nothing more than to assist me.  That does not mean have sex with
me.  It means to help me run my businesses.  Whether and when sex
becomes a part of our relationship is a bridge that we will discuss
and cross together."

I didn't know what to say.  Twenty-five thousand dollars a year in
1977 was huge,  especially for a 16-year-old.  I said to Ricky, "I
don't know what to say."

"Just say, 'Yes'."

"Ok, then. Yes."  I called my now former employer and gave him the
news that I would not be returning.  He threatened to withhold my last
paycheck, but honestly, I could have cared less."

I went to Ricky's house.  The garage door was open and there was a
space inside.  The light was on, and there was a sign with my name on
it.  It said, "This space reserved for Daniel Taylor."

I parked the car and went inside.  The inside of the house was
immaculate.  It was very tastefully decorated.  As I was looking
around, I heard Ricky call out to me, "Daniel?  Is that you?"

I followed the voice and found myself on a sun deck facing the Pacific
Ocean.  We sat and talked.  It wasn't until 3:30 in the morning that I
realized how tired I was.  Ricky showed me to a bedroom, explained
where everything was that I might need, gave me a kiss and a hug, and
then left me.

This was just too good to be true, I thought.  I undressed and slipped
between the sheets, asleep before my head hit the pillow.

                                 #  #  #

Ricky and I have now been together for about four months.  During that
time, I have spent more time at Ricky's house than at my own.  As I
had figured, there was a week-and-a-half that I didn't go to my own
home; and then when I did, nobody even noticed that I had been gone so
long.

Ricky has been showing me what I need to do in business to make money.
He's noticed that I have an affinity for sales, and has asked me to
help his people in that regard.  We spend almost every minute of every
day together,  whether it is in his office at home, or, as we have
been doing for about a month now, in bed.

We sleep together at this point, but he still has not allowed me to
have any kind of sex with him.  This is the longest I have ever gone
without sex since I was eight years old.  Yes, I jack off, daily.  You
know, it's really a good feeling knowing that I don't HAVE to have
sex.

I remember the first time I saw Ricky naked.  His cock was flaccid.
He was uncut and soft, he was about 3 or 4 inches long.  His body was
flawless.  He had a flat tummy, strong legs, and broad shoulders with
a barrel chest.  I am getting used to this life, and honestly, I
really like it.

                         #   #   #

It's now July.  Ricky and I have been together since last November.
He has promised me something very special for my seventeenth birthday,
which is three days from now.  I almost never go to the home of my
mother.  I don't even think of it as my own house anymore.  I should
tell you that I had a talk with my mom a few weeks ago.  She asked me
where I've been staying, because she isn't sure whether I've been
using my room.  I told her about Ricky.  I also told her that if she
had a problem with it then we would go somewhere where she would never
find us.  In other words, I told her she could accept Ricky and me
together or reject us and never see me again.

Ricky was livid when I told him about this conversation.  He told me
that my mother deserved more respect from me and that I was to call
her, immediately, and apologize.  The feeling of having him upset with
me was worse than if he had hit me.  I called Mom, and invited her
here for my birthday.

                           #  #  #

Well, it's my birthday.  I'm now seventeen.  Ricky and Mom hit it off,
and she gave us her blessings.  She was very impressed with Ricky and
even told him that if he wasn't interested in me anymore, she wouldn't
mind taking my place.

She went home around 7:00pm.  I was getting excited because Ricky had
promised me a surprise birthday present.  I knew better than to ask
about it.  We sat on the deck just talking, smoking cigarettes, and
drinking iced tea-- like a married couple who were just happy being
together.

About 11:00pm, Ricky said it was time for bed.  I hoped that the
disappointment on my face wasn't that noticeable, but I got out of the
chair and followed him into the bedroom.  I undressed, as I usually
did and slipped between the sheets.  Ricky undressed and slipped into
bed with me.  Usually, he would roll over with his back to me, and I
would just lay there.  Tonight was different.

After Ricky climbed into bed, he rolled over, but he rolled toward me.
He reached out and took me in his arms.  We embraced, we kissed.
Ricky made love to me that night.  We didn't have sex, we made love.
The mechanics were the same, but the intent was so much different.  I
slept content in the fact that I was with my one true love.

The End

Epilogue:

Ricky and I were together from November, 1977, until 6 years later,
when, in October 1983, Ricky's car was hit by a drunk driver.  He died
instantly.  In Ricky's will, he had abided by my wishes and did not
include me as an heir.  He in his infinite wisdom had prepared for the
possibility of his death he had left  me a letter.  In his letter, he
told me of the depth of his love for me, and asked me to promise him
one thing.  That I would go on with my life, and, when the time was
right, that I would do for some other boy, what he had done for me.

I am currently beginning a relationship with a young man.  Ricky, I
fully intend to fulfill my promise to you.

                         #   #   #
Author's Note:

Many of my readers have asked me if any of this story was true.  Well,
let me just say that there is some truth in the story.  This chapter,
in it's entirety is absolute fact.  Ricky was a real person, his name
really was Ricky, but his last name was changed for the story.  He and
I really were together from my 16th year until I was 22.  I miss him
deeply.  I think about him just about every day.  It is my hope that I
am able to be half the person in life that he was.

Thank you for reading Satyr-Boy.  I hope you have enjoyed it.

Lenny
boystory@comcast.net