Date: Fri, 18 May 2001 19:08:05 From: Ganymede Subject: Sixty Nine Chapter 7. '69' Chapter 7. by Ganymede WARNING: This story contains a graphic description of sexual acts between a man and a MINOR boy. I do not condone child abuse, how- ever boy-love as described in this story is an entirely different matter. If the subject of man/boy sex offends you, if this material is illegal in your place of residence, or if you are under the legal age for such material, do not read further! You have been warned! Read at your own risk! Any similarity to individuals, living or dead, is entirely accidental. The story is copyrighted under the pseudonym, Ganymede. A copy has been placed in the Nifty archives for your enjoyment. Feel free to post it to appropriate newsgroups or send it to your friends. The story cannot be used to derive monetary gain. It cannot be placed in archives that require payment for access, or printed and distributed in any form that requires payment. THE NIFTY ARCHIVE: The Nifty Archive needs your support. If you enjoy reading this story, please remember that it is available only because of the Nifty Archive. Instructions are provided on the Nifty home page for how to provide support. FINAL WARNING: If you are under the age of 18, if this material is illegal in your place of residence, or if man-boy relationships aren't your thing, then exit now and save yourself from a life of sin! '69' by Ganymede. Chapter 7. Now, I should have figured that Ty was tired just by looking at him. He made it out to the car, but by the time he was reached his side, he was dragging his feet. It was like someone had let the air out of his tires. I helped him into his seat and squatted down next to the open door to fasten his seat belt. It was all he could do to keep his eyes open more than a fraction, and even then they kept closing as he began to shut down for the night. Once the seat belt clicked, I stayed on my haunches, just watching him. He tried to smile, but even that ended in a sleepy yawn. His lips were enticing. I don't think I had ever seen lips that were more kissable, not even on the track babes with their exaggerated lipstick. My face came nearer and nearer to his. He had a warm breath. I thought I detected a hint of chicken and beer. I wanted to kiss him more than I could stand. The parking lot was so close to being empty that no one would see, and he was so close to falling asleep that he probably wouldn't even notice if I kissed him very lightly. However, I stood up. My legs were unsteady and it was all I could do to make my way around to the other side of the car, open the door and slip down into my seat. I drove slowly because by then Ty was asleep. Fortunately, it was not very far to the motel, at most a mile or so. Every few seconds I glanced sideways. Over just a few hours my life had changed dramatically, and the reason was sitting right beside me. There were probably other boys who were better looking, but I didn't know them and I couldn't remember seeing any who came close to being compared with him. I pulled up right in front of my room and turned the engine off. I let out a deep sigh as I gazed at him. This wonderful boy was mine forever, well not forever but until the end of summer. I had the paper in my hip pocket to prove it. Over the last few hours I showered with him, had dinner with him, and I had just bought him some new clothes. That proved something. What had happened on the bed also proved something, but I wasn't quite sure what. He kept saying he wasn't gay, yet there was something about him that said otherwise, at least to me, and I think to Bobbie as well. I didn't know what it was. I did know that he was into having fun and that he wasn't afraid of sex games just so long as they did not go into his 'forbidden' territory. I had to carry both him and Bandit from the car into the motel room. He was not very heavy. In fact, he was surprisingly light. One of his arms slipped around my neck, the other hand clutched Bandit, and his legs came up around my thighs and locked behind my back. His head dropped back down and nuzzled into my shoulder so that his lips touched my bare neck. I could feel his lips, soft, hot, wet, almost as if he was kissing me in his own uncertain way. He had a very warm breath. I placed him down on my bed. Immediately, he hugged Bandit into a tighter embrace, that if the bear had not been stuffed, might have suffocated it in his armpit. I carefully straightened his legs out and stood up and stretched my back. I sighed. He was beautiful. And cute too, with his blond rat's tail draped over the white of the pillow. Under the bed lamp, his skin was even a darker brown, and the summer still had a long way to go. He would be the color of Louisiana soil when he went back to school. I could not leave him there to sleep with his dirty shoes on so I sat down on the edge of the bed and carefully untied his frayed gray laces. I was glad that we had bought him some new shoes. The shoes he was wearing were about ready to die and had an unpleasant smell. I discarded them on the floor and then eased off his socks. It was only then, when I looked down at his small bare feet that I realized that a boy's feet, so often seen and so seldom appreciated, were really as sexy as any other part of his body. Ty's feet were perfect, if a little smelly. I stroked the heel of one foot with my fingertip and he flinched slightly. My fingers crept along the bare smooth sole until I reached his toes. His toes were tiny, both soft and bony. Intuitively, I lowered my head. I kissed his ankle first, not daring to do anything more than that. Perhaps Ty would not let me kiss him on the lips, but I could pay homage in other ways. My mouth opened and came closer to his toes. I kissed them first, as tenderly as I had ever kissed anything before. His foot flinched again and tried to pull away slightly. I took a firmer grasp. Then, with my mouth open, I started to suck on his toes. Tiny, wet, wriggly, boy-toes. Wriggly? "Yer weird," he murmured. "Yeah, I am. I'm hungry." He giggled softly. He was awake. "It tickles." "Sorry." "'s okay. Take my clothes off if ya wan'." I could take his clothes off if I wanted? Whoopee! I almost shouted it out aloud. My dreams were coming true. "Ya don't mind?" I asked nervously. He didn't answer for a moment. "Ya seen what I got already so it don't matter if ya see it again." I grinned and gazed at him. He yawned, mouth wide open to the back of his throat. "Ya sure ya don't mind, Ace?" "I ain't doin' nuthin' tonight, but ah don't mind sleepin' naked with ya, if ya want to that is?" he added sleepily. I shifted up the bed so that I sat beside him and cautiously began to unfasten the clasp of his shorts. Ty closed his eyes again and resumed his dreamy look with the slightest hint of a smile on his face. The zipper was almost undone because it had been hurriedly closed in the changing room before we rushed to the checkout counter. I tugged it down the rest of the way. Immediately, Ty's hips lifted up so that there was an inch or so of clearance under his buttocks. With the front of his shorts open, I could see bare brown skin, the little limp finger of a his penis and the silky loose folds of his scrotum. "What happened to yer undies?" I asked. "Don't know,..." he mumbled. "Guess I left 'em in the store." I was not about to say 'great, now you don't have any underpants'. The idea of him going around without underpants that had been so enjoyable when I considered buying him the swimming shorts, was now very real. I tugged his ragged faded denim shorts downward, all the way to his feet. His toes were still wet with saliva. Now, I ready to take off his shirt, my shirt, the shirt that he had purchased just for me. Sure, it had oil spots on it, but there was my number '69' and my name 'Terry Atkins' as bold as could be. I had a feeling that this shirt meant that he belonged me. I made a mental note, for what it was worth, to get a few more for him to wear. He was my very best fan after all. Taking off his shorts was one thing because he was prepared to help me by lifting his butt up off the bed. Taking off his tee- shirt was a different matter entirely. Ty pretended to be asleep. I had to lean over him to pull the shirt up to his armpits, then slide my hand under his lean smooth back to lift his shoulders and head up. If he was asleep, his head would have lolled back onto the pillow. It didn't. I carefully pulled each of his thin brown arms through the shirt sleeves and then worked the neck opening past his head. He was naked. I was holding a beautiful naked warm boy in my arms. I stayed, merely holding him, gazing at his smooth brow, his lidded eyes, his perfectly shaped, very kissable lips. What would I have given for just one brief kiss? Without warning, his arms moved around me, behind my neck, pulling me down until our chests were pressed together. He was hugging me. His face was next to mine. There was no way that I could kiss him. He had a hot moist breath. Then, all too soon it was over and his arms relaxed and dropped down. I sat up again. I brushed my hand over his forehead and gently stroked his cheek. "I gotta go lock up the car and talk to Bobbie 'bout the change in plans," I explained. "No," Ty whined. His arms started to lift up again to hold me. "You'll be okay. It'll just be a coupla minutes, I promise." "Don't wanna stay by myself." "I won't be gone long. Ya got bandit to keep ya company. Just go to sleep." "Terry?" "Yeah, Ace." "Thanks. Okay?" "Okay. G'night Beautiful." I called him 'Beautiful' and he did not seem to mind. He was asleep. I left the door open a few inches and hurried down to the next room. Bobbie was still awake. He wasn't surprised when I knocked on the door. "Yo, Terry! Ya need some more rubbers already?" he chuckled. For a couple of seconds I was not at all sure of what I should say. I stared at him. He was dressed in boxers with cartoon figures. On a man who was as big as Bobbie, the boxers looked very weird. I could imagine Ty's reaction. He would laugh until he cried. It was all I could do not to laugh. "No." I looked down. "I took him back home, Bobbie." "Oh? Too bad. He's a real cutie pie," Bobbie smirked. "I figured maybe you and he would,.... you know stay all night and get to be friends." "Um,... well,... he's in my room again," I said awkwardly. "Oooh," Bobbie teased. "So you do need some more rubbers then, Boss?" "It ain't like that, Bobbie. Damn! Bobbie, he lives in a fuckin' dump, right next to a sewer. His mom's gone off so he lives with his gran. She's a drunk. I think she beats him." "That sounds 'bout right," Bobbie said dryly. "What's that mean?" "Kids like him, they're always torn up inside 'cause they don't get loved at home. That boy needs a lot of lovin'." "Yeah, I guess. Bobbie, I don't know what got into me. I guess seein' where he lived 'n all. I asked her if he could come with us fer the summer." "Cool," Bobbie said. "And? What did she say?" "She said it was okay," I replied. Bobbie smiled at me knowingly. "It ain't like that Bobbie," I said flatly. "Damn straight it ain't. It never is. He's just a god-damn gorgeous boy who's comin' into heat and yer just takin' care of him. Fuckin' his beautiful boy-butt ain't on the cards, right? Likin' guys ain't wrong in my book, Terry." I tried to shrug it off. Bobbie seemed to know exactly what I was thinking. He jerked his thumb over his shoulder. I glanced behind him. The lamp was on next to the bed. Only one bed was rumpled and the covers drawn back. Trevor waved at me listlessly. I swallowed. Bobbie and Trevor? It was a bit like Rocky and Bullwinkle. "Bobbie,..." I began awkwardly. "It ain't none of yer business." Bobbie smiled and winked. "Ya drove like a bat out of hell today, Terry. It don't take a shit load of sense to figure out why. Ya need that boy around to go fast." "Fer good luck? I was thinkin' that too," I said with relief. "Good luck? Hell no! Fer fun. Fer gettin' yer rocks off. Fer havin' a reason to win." I smiled. I liked the sound of what he said. Fun, sex, and winning races. How much more could there be to the good life? I could settle for two out of three. "Listen, Bobbie. When I picked him up, he showed me this go- kart he's been workin' on." "Tha Olimpic with the blown Stinger? Yeah, he told me all 'bout it, Terry. It's a great combo!" "You know karts?" "Do I know karts? I fuckin' grew up in karts. What Ty's got is hot, let me tell you. Between me and Trevor, we could make that into one hell of a screamer. That Stinger is a real brute." "Well, I promised I'd pick up the kart tomorrow for him," I said hopefully. "Ya reckon it could go in the truck?" "We'll find a place even if we gotta through out some of yer crappy old tires. The only thing is me and Trevor was planning on gettin' an early start back to Asheville. Ya reckon ya could get yer butt outta bed by six-thirty?" "Reckon I could. The truck oughta make it back most of the way to the trailer. I checked it out on the way home. We'll have to carry his stuff about a hundred yards I figure." "That ain't no problem. Hell, I'd carry Ty's stuff a couple of miles if he asked me." "What if I asked ya?" "No fuckin' way." Bobbie laughed. He glanced over his shoulder. "Well, I better get back to bed before his ass gets tightened up again. I know you ain't fucked him yet, but when ya do, you're gonna find out what tight really means, Terry." "It ain't like that," I repeated calmly. "He's a sweet kid, Bobbie." "And he's got a sweet little ass." Bobbie smirked. "I figure he'll last maybe a month, but no longer than that." "Yeah, maybe in yer dreams but not in mine. Hey, I gone one more favor to ask?" "Okay. Ya want some Vaseline?" Bobbie taunted. "Vaseline?... Jesus, you gotta one track mind, don't ya Bobbie? It ain't gonna happen in my lifetime," I rebuked. "'sides, Ty done told me he's already got himself some pussy so I don't reckon he's tha kind to chase dick." "Don't fuckin' bet on it. He told me the same thing, Terry. He probably did get his dick up a pussy a coupla times, but take my word fer it, he ain't too hot on it now." "Huh? Sounds ta me like you got him all figured out?" "Nope. I just know tha type. So what is it ya want?" "Oh that! yeah, I was gonna ask if ya had a spare tee, one of them '69' shirts?" "Fer you?" "No way! Fer Ty." "Hell, if that skinny little brat wore one a' mine, it'd look like a fuckin' dress. Hang on a second." Bobbie turned around. "Hey, Trev, ya got one 'a them '69' shirts?" "What for?" Trevor asked from the bed. "Terry wants it fer tha babe." "Sure. I got a new one in my suitcase. It's right on top. You want me to get it for you?" "Na! I'll find it," Bobbie answered. He moved away from blocking the door, allowing me to look inside. The room looked like a riot zone. There were clothes on both the beds, on the floor, even a pair of white underpants on the bathroom door knob. There were empty cans of beer next to the bed, on the floor, and stacked on top of the television. And the smell? It stank like the aftermath of a gay orgy, or rather what I assumed a gay orgy would smell like. I had never been to one to know for certain. Bobbie ambled back to the door and handed me a tee-shirt that was still in its clear plastic wrapper. "It's a size 'M', Terry, so it's gonna be a tad big fer the runt," he said with a smirk. "It still oughta cover his cute little butt up just like your's does though." I smiled. So Bobbie had noticed what Ty was wearing, and not wearing, when he came by my room to drop off the bucket of chicken and the six-pack of beer. It would not have taken a lot of effort to figure out what was going on. "Thanks Trev," I called out. "No problem, Terry. It wasn't worth wearing until today," Trevor joked. "Very funny," I said. I nodded with a smirk. "Go take care of Trevor, Bobbie. We'll be waitin' in the Pontiac at six-thirty." Bobbie nodded. I held out my hand. We shook. We weren't making a deal. We were friends showing approval. By the time I got back to the room, Ty was under the sheet and sound asleep. All I could see was his head, a small part of his bare brown shoulder and Bandit's head tucked under his arm. He was dark against the white sheet. I snapped off the bed lamp and undressed, dropping my clothes on the floor next to the bed. Leaving at six-thirty meant getting up at six, assuming we came back to the room and checked out later. Six a.m. was late enough that I would not need a wake-up call. For the last time, I gazed at Ty. In the faint light, I could just make out the shape of his small body under the sheet. I was not about to risk disturbing him by getting into the same bed. I got into the bed that Bobbie had been using before he relocated to the adjoining room. There was more light in the room when I awoke. You know what it's like, those first few minutes of waking up, when you are not fully awake and you're not asleep? My eyes closed again and I thought about all the things we would have to do to get the car ready to race again. The only problem was that my mind kept going back to something that I could not quite remember. To make matters worse, I kept thinking about getting new tires on the Pontiac. So I was thinking about going to Sam's or some other discount tire dealer, when I heard the sounds coming from the adjoining bed. It was a rustling sound, at least at first. Then the patient squeak of the mattress springs as a weight was repositioned. Then more rustling, then another squeak. Then, the faint tapping sound as if something was rocking back and forth. It was a slow constant rhythm. It was only then that I remembered that I was not alone in the room. Ty! I smiled. Without thinking further, I rolled over from my side onto my back and turned my head to look at him. I smiled immediately. He was humping. I had no idea what he was humping because the sheet covered him all the way to his shoulders, but there was no doubt about what he was doing. His butt was definitely going up and down. Up and down. Unless I was mistaken, he had one hand underneath him. The other arm I could see holding his pillow close to his face. His legs were splayed and his feet were digging toes-first into the bed. And his little butt went up and down. Even when it went all the way down, it was still lifted off the bed by a couple of inches. I grinned, my imagination working overtime about whatever it was that he was humping. It had to be the spare pillow, of course. What would I have given to be that pillow underneath him? To feel his rigid little penis jabbing into me, rubbing against my body, giving both of us over-whelming pleasure. I lay very still and watched. Up and down. After every couple of thrusts, he slowed or stopped. He was either making it last because it felt so good, or the stimulation was simply too much for him to continue at the same pace. Not that he was humping hard and fast, because he wasn't. He was doing it very slowly and deliberately, concentrating to make every languid sensuous movement the most enjoyable. I made the logical assumption that someone had taught the boy to 'fuck'. Well, all good things have to come to an end sooner or later. His movements had become a lot more frantic when he finally turned and looked at me. It was one of the 'Kodak' moments. The look on his face said it all. One-hundred percent pure shock, at least at first. "Whatcha doin', Ace?" I said, pretending ignorance. He fell for it for a few seconds. "Nuthin'!" It was all he could do to get that one word out. He started turning red. I don't think I had ever seen a boy get crimson quite so fast. talk about being caught with your hand in the cookie jar! I took a deep breath, not at all certain of what I should say, if anything at all. What did you say to a ten-year- old boy who had just been close to getting his rocks off only to discover he was being watched? I went for the tried and true approach of 'embarrass him further'. "You were humpin' yer pillow, weren't ya Ace?" I chuckled. "No!" I could see the distinct movement of his hands under the sheet. he appeared to be pulling at something. I smirked. "Sure ya were. I've been watchin' fer a while. Lucky goddamn pillow, if ya ask me." "No one asked you," Ty retorted under his breath. I thought I could see his hand moving under the sheet. "Ah thought you was asleep," he added with a silly look on his face. "I was asleep, 'till yer heavy breathin' woke me up." "I wasn't breathin' heavy." "Yeah, ya were, Ace. I reckon yer moans could'a been heard next door. Ya probably woke Bobbie and Trevor up too." "Okay, so fuckin' turn over 'n go back to sleep," Ty said angrily. "Ah'm sorry, okay!" I laughed then. I had teased him long enough. It was time to restore a little self-esteem. "No way! I'm watchin'." "'n I ain't doin' it no more." He sounded angry. Yet, his hand was still making the sheet shake. "Ya know, when I was 'bout yer age, I used to hump 'till I made holes on my pillow," I laughed. "Yeah?" "Yeah! I figured the best way was folding the pillow over so I could stick my dick up the middle. I fucked that pillow just 'bout every night I reckon." Ty giggled. "Yer makin' that up, ain't ya Terry?" "Nope. That was one hot pillow. 'course once I started cummin' it was a problem. I used to starch the pillowcase most every night." He kept giggling. "I never done my pillow." "Huh? Whatcha got underneath then?" He smiled shyly and rolled back onto his side, reaching down to where his hips had been. A moment later, he pulled Bandit out from underneath the sheet. "Bandit?" I asked in surprise. He nodded bashfully. "He don't mind bein' humped?" Ty giggled, gleefully playing along. "Nope. He's cool with it. I cain't cum so there ain't no mess to worry 'bout." "Yeah, I guess not.," I laughed. "So what do ya do? Sick it in his armpit or somethin'?" "Nope!" There was a long pause. "I told ya how I humped my pillow," I teased. "So whatcha doin' to Bandit?" "Promise ya won't laugh?" Ty demanded. "Sure. Can I smile?" He grinned. "Smilin's okay, I reckon." There was another long pause. "There's this hole in his tummy." I laughed. Ty growled menacingly and pushed the sheet down. A moment later he was out of his bed and flying through the air in a death defying leap onto my bed. It was a bit like being attacked by a tiger, only this tiger was smooth and brown-skinned and sporting a hard little penis. However, he fought like a tiger, and he growled like a tiger, and I had the time of my life. What was it that Bobbie had said about having fun with him? Every chance I got, I landed a firm slap on an even firmer behind. He was all muscle, even his butt. I tickled him so, producing squeals just as loud as when I wacked his butt. Ty got in his share of torture as well, except that his efforts were directed almost entirely to my penis and testicles. He knew how to fight dirty. Every chance he got, he dragged my erection down between my legs and let it go so that it smacked loudly against my belly. He flicked his fingers at my testicles hard enough that it stung. Every time he did that, I reciprocated by slapping his butt hard enough to produce a yelp, but which was guaranteed to produce another attack from him. It went on for about five minutes. "Man, yer cock is so slimy," Ty announced with a crude swipe of his fingers over the top of my penis. He was sitting on top of my chest with his back to me at that point. I was gazing at his back, totally entranced by the combination of muscle and bone that defined his form. He had a narrow waist and much wider shoulders so that it was not unlike looking at a triangle. Right up the center was a line of tiny rounded vertebrae-bumps that began under his rat's tail and faded just an inch from where his crack began. His butt was flattened against my belly. He had prominent hips, hips with bony ridges that flared out from his waist. "Yeah, well yer squashin' the crap outta me," I laughed. "Git yer cute butt offa me," I added as I flipped him to the side with enough force to make him sprawl onto the bed. I held him down with my legs and played the drums on his hard- as-rubber butt until he begged for mercy. He gave me a sour look and promptly broke into a broad grin when I finally let him up. "What's the time, Ace?" I asked. "Five-thirty," Ty answered, looking over my shoulder at the digital clock on night stand. "Geez, it's still early," I said. "You wanna go back 'n hump yer friend Bandit for a while." Ty smirked. "Nope! Yer more fun." I twisted over and reached across to the other bed. By stretching as far as I could I could just reach Ty's teddy bear. I grabbed it by the foot and brought it back to the bed we were sharing. "Ya sure?" I teased. "He looks kinda lonely to me." "That's Bandit," Ty said with a grin. "Me too. I wouldn't mind bein' Bandit," I chuckled. I pretended to give the bear a hug and made a cursory examination of the front, looking for the hole in its 'tummy'. At first glance it looked like a normal bear, a little grubbier than most, but otherwise normal. The woollen sweater was in dire need of a wash. I turned it over. There was a hole in the seam among the back. A small, round hole, about where a butt-hole would be if teddy bears had butt holes. It certainly was not a hole in the bear's 'tummy'. I pointed to the hole and did not say anything. The look on Ty's face was precious. He blushed. "Now, I gone 'n got ya all embarassed," I teased. "Whatcha do with the hole, Ace?" "Nuthin'!" He smiled after a few seconds. He kept playing with his penis, looking at the bear, thinking to himself, for a long while. "So whatcha think ah do with it?" "Ya can really stick in here? It don't look nearly half that big to me. 'course ya do have a tiny dick. Maybe it'd fit three inches." "Ya know well as ah do 's bigger than that," Ty claimed with a smirk. "I already proved that, ain't I?" I glanced down and playfully pushed his legs to the side so that I could see his genitals. His penis was still unbelievably hard. Oh to be young enough to keep an erection that long. I examined the bear again. There was a hole, a tunnel really, that had been bored right into the bear's synthetic stuffing. "I bet it feels pretty good," I said. "'s okay." He pulled his penis down and let it slap up against his lower belly. His scrotum had tightened into a tiny wrinkled knot underneath. It looked too small to have testicles inside it. "You can really stick it up there?" I asked. "Ya wanna see?" He didn't wait for my answer. He took the bear out of my hand and brought it down to his groin. He fiddled with the end of his penis, gradually working the head into the seam. It was a tight fit. However, after a few seconds he bent the bear's legs back out of the way. "See!" he said proudly. His penis was about halfway inside the bear. The opening was tight around the shaft, but not so tight that he could not push more of his penis inside if he wanted to. "Bandit don't mind being fucked in the butt?" I asked. "It ain't that," Ty denied immediately. "It's,... it's,..." "Bandit's a girl bear?" I asked. "No! He ain't no girl," Ty answered. "It ain't his butt-hole. It's just a hole I made, that's all." "Sure it is." I winked. "It's looks like it's pretty tight." "I sewed it up so it don't tear further," Ty blurted out before he could stop himself. He smirked. "Anyway, it feels better tighter." "Sure does. The tighter the better. 'course ya know what feels better on a guy's dick than somethin' tight?" "What?" "Somethin' wet and hot. Then it feels just like the real thing." "Ya mean like how a pussy feels?" Ty giggled. "If that's what turns ya on. That's tha only problem with humpin' a pillow, or Bandit here. Dicks really like it when it's slippery inside. Ya ought squeeze some hand lotion or somethin' up there," I suggested crudely. "What? No way, Jose! I ain't doin' that ta Bandit. It'd make him all greasy inside," he said scornfully. I laughed. I was beginning to learn that Ty was very protective. I guessed that was only to be expected when he had so little to begin with. Then, I had an idea.