Date: Sun, 7 Dec 2008 12:24:48 -0800 (PST) From: someone somewhere Subject: Strip Poker DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a man and a boy. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading pleasure or sending to a friend, but cannot be reposted. If it is illegal to read such material where you live or if you find the topic deceitful the please leave now. If you enjoy the story, please let me know. All flames will be ignored. Strip Poker I moved to the city 4 years ago and into the downstairs apartment owned by my administrative assistant the following year. As her boss, the situation is somewhat strange at times, especially when office politics at work boiled over. However, being a single mother, she needed someone close by to help with her two boys when emergencies popped up. Unfortunately emergencies popped up more often than one would have liked. The space I rented from her was pleasant. Being quite successful at my job, and with two promotions under my belt, I could have afforded to move on, and into the nicer parts of town quite a while ago. But I was comfortable and the modest rent allowed me to build my investments far faster than I would have if I had lived at the edge of my means. The boys close by didn't bother me either. At 30 years old, I knew I was attracted to a certain age of boys since I was that age myself. However, since turning 16, opportunities to meet those I am attracted to became sparse. Even when I did have contact with a boy, my conscious and my fear of the repercussions prevented me from doing anything, and often even prevented me from even saying "hello", instead I stumbled over my words as I shook the young gentleman's hand. My admin's boys were different. I had known them since they were young, and thus much more comfortable around them. I met both the first year I moved here, the elder was 10 and the younger, Mike, was only 7. Normally, I would have instantly lusted after the elder boy, being a just the age where I began to find them attractive, when boys start exploring the sexual side of their existence. However, this boy was quite overweight, had a very poor attitude, little real intelligence, a loud mouth and was a trouble maker at school. In addition, he rarely showed any respect towards anybody older than him, especially his mother. While normally attracted to boys of all shapes and sizes, his attitude completely turned me off, and he only got worse as he aged. I quickly wrote him off and pitied his mother when she told me the all too regular stories of what trouble he been in recently. When I first met Mike, as mentioned before, he was 7, and the exact opposite of his brother: a quite, meek, mouse of a boy. He was skinny as a rail and looked small for his age, even then. My first impression was that his brother was stealing his food, but after eating dinner with his mom and seeing him eat more than I could, I knew that he was being fed just fine. Unlike his brother, Mike liked to play outdoors with his friends, often riding his bike up and down the street until the sun had long ago set and his mother would scream for him to come inside. His bright red hair, pale skin and splash of freckles made him adorable. However, being 7, he was just that, adorable, and nothing else to me. Over the 4 years I knew him, Mike was always polite and would shake my hand when he met me and sheepishly wave as I passed by. When called upon the favor to babysit him and his brother (which I was sparingly... except during emergencies), he was always on his best behavior (or as good of behavior as a 7-year old could be on... come on... boys have to be boys sometimes...) where as his brother was a hellion, both causing and creating nothing but grief. As time went by, I spent more and more hours in the office and baby sat the boys less and less. When Mike's brother was 12, his mother decided that he could watch Mike when necessary. I wasn't so sure... but at least, when it did happen, the house never burn down. (I did notice that the neighbor's cat had no fur on its tail and ran by our house each time it went past ... but at least the house didn't burn down.) For the last 6 months, I had been spending 12 or more hours in the office every day but Saturday. Even on Saturday I would check my blackberry multiple times to put out minor fires. I had not seen the boys for some time, but from the stories their mother told me at the office, Mike's older brother was getting into some serious trouble, and hanging out with the wrong crowds. I tried to give her the best advice I could, but learned long ago to let her raise her boys as she saw fit. I told her that I was always there if she needed me, but mostly I stayed out of the way and concentrated on my work. Even though she talked about Mike's brother all the time, she rarely talked about Mike. I would ask about him once in a while, and she would respond "He's fine" and go on complaining about the older boy. --- --- --- It is Friday evening, and Mike's mother is packing her things. As she steps into my office to ask, as she always does, if there is anything else she needs to do before she goes, her desk phone rings and she spins around to quickly answer it. A few moments later, I hear a blood curdling scream of "Nooo" from her. I leap from my desk and run out to see what the problem is. As I step out, I see people's heads stuck over their cubicles and out their doors, and I see her crying. "What's wrong?!?!" I plead, checking for any obvious injuries, only to find her crying. "Hold on..." she sobs... as she continues to listen to the phone. She grabs a piece of paper... "St. Mary... yes... yes... oh thank god... is he going to be alright... THANK GOD... ok... ok... yes yes... I will be right there." She set the phone down and continues to ball. "What's wrong?" I said, looking around... everybody still listening. "Wait... let's go into my office..." As I say this, disappointed faces spread across the floor, and people in their cubes sit down, while people in their offices slink back in, slowly shutting the doors behind them. "My boy... my dear boy...." She mumbles and I close the door behind me. She grabs me, holding me tightly. Being any normal guy, I do what every guy in the world would do in this situation... I freeze fearing a sexual harassment lawsuit. Eventually I get my composure back, and try to become human. I hold her gently, patting her back. "What is wrong... what happened?" "It's Danny... he... he was shot..." "WHAT?!?" Danny is Mike's older brother. While I never got along with the boy, I didn't want him to come to harm... at least not before he graduated, or more likely failed out of high school. "Is he all right?!?!" "They said he will be fine, but he is in surgery right now... I have to get to him... I have to go." She breaks the hug and starts for the door. "Can I help? Is there anything I can do? Do you need a ride to the hospital?" "No... I can get there... there is nothing... Thank you." She said as she ran out the door to collect her purse and her keys. I felt bad about letting her go like that, but I also knew better than to argue with her. I see her run out the door, and then go back to my desk, unable to concentrate. Twenty minutes later, my phone rings. "Lance Devero speaking." "Lance... um... I am so sorry... I really need your help." It was Mike's mom. "Yes, of course... are you alright?" "Yes... yes... I am fine... but I forgot about Mike. I called him to tell him what is going on, but no one is there to watch him. I didn't know who else to call." "Do you want me to bring him to the hospital?" I said, hoping that I wouldn't have to babysit. I felt sorry for her... I really did... but I was exhausted, and I didn't want to look after a little boy during my 24 hours off. "No... he can't... they don't allow children in intensive care, and I want to be by Danny's side... I can't watch him. Could you look after him until I get home?" I cupped the phone and sighed... I knew this was coming. But, again it was time to be human. In addition, Mike was easy to watch. I just remember him having a lot of energy and I was tired. I covered any disappointment in my voice and said, "Of course... anything you need." "Great! He is home right now. I really appreciate this." I was about to say "you're welcome" when the phone went dead. "Oh well, no rest for the wicked." I quickly packed my things, responded to three emails saying that a family emergency had come up and I would get back to them on Sunday, and headed out the door. Within thirty minutes I was home. I walked upstairs and rang the doorbell to Mike's mom's apartment. I saw someone peak out the peep-hole and unlock the door. "Hi Mr. Devero." Mike said. "My god," I thought to myself. I just realized that I had last seen Mike almost a year and a half ago. There before me stood my personal definition of the perfect boy. Five foot nothing, thin with a hint of muscle, white upon white skin, only broken by the freckles that ran up and down his arms and lightly across his face. His bright red hard had darkened to an auburn and he had gotten glasses since I last saw him (although his glasses obviously did not suit his face, and looked cheap). He was wearing a black button down shirt with jeans and a pair of flip flops. Sticking out his hand, he grinned at me with pearly white teeth... teeth almost as white as the whites surrounding his jade green eyes. "Mr. Devero?" he shuddered, his hand still outstretched. "Oh." I stammered as I came back to reality. "Now what did I tell you a long time ago about that Mr. Devero thing?" I grinned as I shook his hand and stepped inside the door. "Oh I forgot... Lance." "Yes... you see... I am too young to be Mr. Devero... that is my father." I looked around the apartment quickly. It was clean, but there was a very distinct smell. A smell anybody who has ever lived in a college door room knows. "Is that smell..." I began to ask. "My brothers... not me." He said in a panic. "I hate when he does it, and mom yells at him for it. It stinks up the whole house." "I'm sorry. I'm also sorry about your brother." "Yea..." he said... looking away. "I hope he will be ok." "I am sure he will be. I assume your mom told you I would look after you for a while." "Yeah, she called. I can look after myself though... I know you must be exhausted." For the first time in 6 months, I was the opposite of tired. "I know you can... you have grown a lot since I last saw you." A big toothy grin spread across his face. "But your mom is going to be a while. What would you do for dinner?" "I cook dinner most nights... mom is usually too tired... she says you work her too hard." I turn around quickly, thinking that I really did work her too hard, only to see him wink at me. "Cheeky devil." "That, and I cook better than my mom." He grin only widens. I laugh a deep laugh. "Well I am sure you can take care of yourself, but orders are orders and I am supposed to take care of you. Now I love to cook myself, but how about the cooks take the night off and we go out to eat?" "Really?!?! My brother goes out all the time, and my mom goes on dates... but I haven't..." he trails off, obviously realizing he said too much. Enough was said that, however, and I put the picture of this household together. My heart aches for this boy. At this moment, I just wish it was only my heart aching for him. "Well then... where should we go?" "Per Se," he grins. ... Now for those of you who do not know the nectar and ambrosia, and the price tag that is Per Se, I recommend you Google it, and get reservations... back to the story... "Ok." I say matter-of-factly. He looks at me for a second to gauge whether or not I am kidding. When he realizes I am not, he stutters a little, "No... no... I was... I was kidding. That place is WAY too expensive. We couldn't get reservations anyways. My mom wanted to go with a date once, and they said there would be an 8-week wait for reservations... so..." I cut him off. "If you could go there, would you want to? I mean the food is really an adult taste and there are a lot of old people around." I grin, suddenly realizing I was one of the old people. "Yeah! I watch Food TV all the time, and I love when they make French food. I have always wanted to try to make it, but mom would never buy the ingredients, saying that it cost too much and I would waste the ingredients. But..." "No but" I say. "Go get a shower and a suit on. You will have to be on your best behavior and you can't tell your mom. She would kill me." "But we will never get reservations... " "You let me worry about that. Go. Unless you really don't want to eat there..." He looks at me one last time, and darts down the hall-way. Now normally, one would be worried at this point, as reservations at Per Se really are that difficult to come by. However, I knew the maitre d' personally... very personally. Yes I was ultimately attracted to boys, but there were some men who had caught my fancy once or twice... and John was a very good friend of mine. He even came over to "spend the night" a few times. However, given my work, and his flirtatious demeanor, we never really made it work, but remained good friends. When I heard the water running, I gave John a call. The phone rang four times and then he picked up. "My god, if it isn't the workaholic himself. Not tonight dear, I am starting work in 10 minutes." "Hi to you too..." I said. "I need a favor." "Sorry, don't have any money to lend... and I promise I will pay you back..." John had hit some bad times a few years back and I had lent him a few grand. I knew I would never get it back. I really didn't care about the money... he had been a good friend to me... and scratched an itch when I really needed it. "No... not money... but if you can pull this one off for me, you won't ever have to worry about paying me back that money." "Oh no, now I am worried... what? Who did you kill?" "I need reservations tonight. For two." "Oh... I see... you didn't kill anybody, you just want me to get killed. No can do. Come on Lance, it is Friday night. Especially if it is a date for you... now that is just cruel. Maybe next week..." "It isn't like that... it is for a boy." "I see, you are dating the young stuff now... I won't have any part of that." Although it may have been true I liked boys, John didn't know that. "No, it isn't like that either..." I began to tell him the short version of what was going on and how much Mike liked food and to cook. I really lathered it on, and may have stretched a truth or two saying how bad the kid had it off... I think I heard John cry. "Well... um... I don't know... I mean... hold on... give me 5 min and I will call you back." He hung up as I heard him blowing his nose. Damn... I hope I can get those reservations. I heard the shower going and walked down the hallway wishing I could go in, but restraining myself. Barely. "Mike!" I yelled through the door. "Mike!" I heard him jump... knock something over then yell back. "Yeh..?... YEAH?!?" I had obviously surprised him. "I am going downstairs to clean up. Lock up when you are done here and let yourself into my apartment." "OK!" I went down to my apartment... griping my cell phone with a death grip. This was ballsy... even for me. Just as I got into my apartment, it rings. "A table for two just opened up for 6:00. You better not be shitting me about this or I will," doing his best Mo (from the Simpsons) impression, "'carve-my-name-on-your-back-with-an-ice-pick." "Thanks buddy... I appreciate this. So does Mike." "So Mike is his name..." "Get over it! Bye." I hang up... John not knowing how right he was... or maybe he did know. I then worry about how to get there. I didn't want to drive into the city when I knew I would have a drink (or nine). I decided to splurge and called my car service. Although it was the last minute, there was an 8-person limo available. I booked it, even though I had to pay a ridiculous booking charge for getting it at the last minute. I jumped into the shower to wash the day off, trying not to play with my cock, but still getting half hard knowing I would be spending a wonderful dinner... a romantic dinner?... no... a great meal with an 11 year-old angel. I got out, wrapped a towel around my waist and took a blow-dryer to the mirror to get the fog off. As I looked in I thought to myself "Damn, I wish I would have made it to the gym more often now." I wasn't fat, but I did have a little belly, and defiantly no muscle. I used to swim when I was younger, and my body still looked it, but with 20 extra pounds and lacking muscle. I was also lacking hair as I liked to shave my arms and legs. I still left a patch around my penis, as I thought it helped define the area. Of the guys I had been with, some really got a kick out of it while others didn't mind one way or another. I continued to get ready and was in the middle of shaving when I heard the door open. "Lance?" Mike shouted. "In here!" I yelled back. I had left the door to the bathroom open and I was still shaving. "Are we really..." he started as he walked into the bedroom, seeing me through the open bathroom door. "Oh... I'm sorry." He said as he started to walk out. "No no... we are both guys... and it isn't like I am naked or anything. Take a seat. I will be ready in just a second." "Um... ok. But I couldn't get my tie tied. Could you do it when you are done?" "Sure buddy." I finished getting ready. He was quite the whole time, and I thought he was staring at me. I got a little bit paranoid, but a little excited at the same time. As I couldn't see him, I tried to keep things under control and just get finished. I then walked to the closet and got my clothes. I thought about changing in front of him, but then thought better of it. However, on the walk there, I saw his eyes were glued to me.... Or was it just wishful thinking on my part? I put one of my better suits on behind the closed doors of the closet and then went out to find Mike still sitting on my bed, looking at the art around my room. "I like the paintings Mr. ... um... I mean Lance." "These... just abstracts... I just liked the color." There was nothing really special about the paintings. They just complimented the room. "Now let's see about that tie." He held out the tie and I got down on my knees before him. I took the tie and slowly tied a simple half-Windsor knot. The whole time he stared into my eyes. Right as I was finishing I looked into his, our faces got close. I could smell a youthful cologne he had put on. I wanted to kiss him so much... but I couldn't... Taking a deep breath I stood up and looked at the time. The limo would be here in 5 minutes. "Put your coat on and let's see how you look," I said. He put his coat on, buttoned all of the buttons and quickly turned around. I did my best "hot stuff" whistle and told him he looked great. I did notice that the pants seemed a size too small in length as did the coat sleeves."He must be growing quickly" I thought to myself. I then taught him the trick of how to button his coat. "Want to learn a trick?" "What?" "When you button a coat, remember this... sometimes, always, never." "What?" Mike said, perplexed. "It means that you sometimes button the top button, always the middle button, and never the last button." "OH... really." "Yeah." "Then why do they put that last button on?" "Um... I don't know." I said. Luckily I didn't have to make up an answer as I heard the doorbell ring. "Our ride is here." I said. Before he could ask more questions I pushed him outside. Looking around, staring right past the limo, he said "Where is the cab?" "No... Here," I said walking over to the limo. As I walked, I took Mike's hand and he exclaimed "NO WAY!" The limo driver opened the door for us, and we stepped inside. The driver stood for a moment and asked "Is this it?" "Yep, just us... his brother isn't well and I wanted to take his mind off of it" I whispered, only half lying. Mike looked at me with puppy dog eyes... and I knew exactly what he wanted, but he was too well behaved to ask. "Go ahead" I acquiesced. With that, and with the vigor only an eleven year old can display, he began to try every single button in the car and switched seat to seat. I would owe the driver a good tip. When he got to the CD player, he tried the different CD's. The first CD playing was the pop star of the moment. A girl with a voice only a chalkboard could love. Luckily for me, Mike skipped right past it. The second was a techno CD with a good beat, and I could live with it if Mike chose it, but he skipped that one too. When he got to the third one, it was Frank Sinatra's "Fly Me to the Moon". To my surprise, and utter delight, he let that one play. He then sat down in the seat beside me, and put his hand over mine. My heart skipped a beat, but then reminded myself that he was a boy and I was older. It was normal. About half way to the restaurant, my cell phone went off and saw it was Mike's mom. I turned the music down and answered. "Is everything ok?" "Yes, he is going to be fine. He got shot in the leg, but luckily it missed the bone. They had to take the bullet out and are keeping him overnight for observation." "Thank god," I said, obviously relived. "Is that my mom?" Mike said in a low voice, looking down. "Yeah... here speak with her for a moment," I said, thrusting him the phone. "Yeah... yeah... ok... well that is good... yeah... yeah... probably his druggie friends... yeah... ok... yeah... yeah... yeah... you too," goes the soliloquy, in the most monotone voice possible. "Here, mom wants to talk to you," he said to me, handing back the phone. "Hi." I said, taking back the phone. "I hope he isn't too much of a bother... where are you?" "I am taking him out for dinner... it was easier than cooking. I hope that isn't a problem." I didn't give specifics. I had a feeling Mike didn't want his mom to know exactly what was going on. "Um... I guess not... I will pay...." "You will not pay me for anything. I needed to eat anyways." "Thank you. You are the best boss," she went, buttering me up. "What else can I do?" "What do you mean?" she said, exasperated. "You always say I am the best boss when you are about to ask for something." "I do... well... I guess I do... but... I am so sorry. If it is a bother, I can ask someone else to.... I don't know who... but... but I would really like to stay the night in the hospital with Danny... and..." "It is no bother at all... he can stay in my guest room." With that, Danny's eyes got really big, and he started jumping up and down in his seat. I put my finger to my lips to silently say "shhh". "He can be a real pain sometimes... I am so sorry about this..." she went on. "If Danny was there he could take care of him... Danny is such a good boy..." "He is no pain at all. I enjoy his company." That got another smile from Mike. "Where are you eating..." "Oh... just one of my favorite little spots in the city... don't worry... just go be there for Danny." With that I saw a slight twinge in Mike's eye, and he looked down. "OK... thank you again. Bye." She hung up. I put my cell phone back in my pocket. I then pressed the button to close the divide between us and the driver (after watching how it worked when Danny was playing with the buttons earlier). "Can I ask you a question?" I said, turning to Mike. "Yeah." "Are you worried about your brother?" "Yeah... of course... I mean... " "Really?" "Well... it isn't like I didn't know it wouldn't happen someday... he has been hanging out with older kids in high school... I even saw him with a knife in his backpack..." He stopped for a minute. "Are you ok?" "Yeah..." I took his hand again. "Really?" "Yeah... no... I mean... it just...." I let him pause to get it out. "It just that mom loves Danny more than me. She always coos over him while she says I am the reason Dad left. I mean... I was only a baby... it isn't my fault is it?" This poor kid had more issues than a newspaper. I couldn't help myself. I took him into my arms and gave him a hug. "Of course it isn't your fault." "You won't tell mom I told you that will you?" He pulled back with a panicked look on his face. "I promise I won't. Anything you say is between you and me." He smiled and gave me another hug. Just then, we pulled up to Columbus Circle and got out of the limo. Tourists were snapping pictures of the car, wondering who the important people were. I gave the driver instructions to be back around 9, and he gave me his number just in case. We went up the stairs to the restaurant, and were greeted by John. "Mr. Devero, and this must be... Mike?" John said, acting strictly professional in this atmosphere. "Good day sir," Mike said, holding out his hand. "Well, what the little gentleman. Right this way sirs." On our way to the table, I leaned over to Mike and asked "Where did you learn such good manners?" "I read a lot," he said, matter-of-factly. "And I don't want to be like my brother..." We then had a wonderful dinner. We had a great seat by the window. The food was fantastic and the matching wines were divine. All the waitresses made over Mike, and commented on his good manners. During dinner, I let Mike sample each of the wines with each course, after making him promise not to tell his mother. "Mum's the word" he grinned as he took much too big of a sip of the first wine. "Slow down their hot stuff... you need to make dinner last." During dinner we talked, about how he was doing in school (an A student, but not straight A's), his mom, his brother. At one time he said that this is the most someone had talked to just him. I almost cried at that point, and then changed quickly change dthe the subject, trying to keep the conversation light. I learned neither of us really liked to watch sports. With each course I taught him about the different flavors in the food and in the wine. Some of the things were beyond his palate, but he seemed to enjoy most of it. For some reason, I was proud of having t his young Adonis at my table. By the last course, I was quite tipsy, and glad that I had not driven into the city. Mike showed signs of being a little giddy too, and I requested the check. When it came, our waitress asked Mike if he would like to see the kitchen. "CAN WE? PLEASE!!" Mike pleaded with me. "Sure you can. I need to take care of something. Let me finish up here and I will see you in front." "Come on... I will introduce you to the chef," the waitress said as she led Mike away. While Mike was in the kitchen, I found John and asked for a word. We went into one of the side hallways and I gave him a hug. "Thank you for this," I said. "You are welcome... we had to keep a couple from Ohio waiting for an hour and a half, but it was fine... they were blitzed when they walked in, and we just kept the buzz going with a few free drinks. By now we could feed them dog shit and they would say it was the best food in the world." I laughed... knowing he was probably right. "By the way, where have you been hiding that beauty? And how long have you two been dating?" "We are not dating... and he is REALLY my admin's boy." "Hmm... yeah right I noticed... shoot... half the wait staff noticed you two making googly eyes at each other all evening." "We were not..." I said defensively. "Yes you were... and he was making them back. Don't tell me you haven't fucked him. I know you are a boy lover... I saw how you looked at every 13 year old that walked down the street... shoot I was looking at them too." "But... hu..." it was no use lying. "Ok... I think he is gorgeous, but I would never do anything with him. He is too young." "Too young my ass," John blurted out, a little louder than he should of. "I saw how he looked at you. It isn't like we haven't seen it before in here. Come on, we see movie stars in here all the time with hookers and young stuff, and they aren't staring the whole night at the hookers. We can spot a pedo with our eyes closed." "But... I...." "Relax... just don't hurt him, ok? And I am envious of you." "But I couldn't... he is only 11... " "I saw the way he looks at you... just go with it... and damn you always were one lucky bastard." "But I..." But before I could protest any longer, Mike came out of the kitchen. "LOOK... The chef signed my menu! Isn't it cool! And they gave me a desert bag... it is bigger than what I get on Halloween." Mike said, talking a mile a minute. I looked back at John with a pleading look as we walked out of the restaurant. He just licked his finger and placed it on his ass. The whole ride home, Mike couldn't stop talking about how good the restaurant was. Once we got to our front door, I tipped the driver well, and he thanked me, and gave me a wink. I thought to myself "What the fuck... does everybody think I am fucking this kid?" We went inside, and by habit, Mike started to go upstairs. "Where are you going?" I said. He stopped... then grinned. "Oh yeah..." and started to turn around. Just then I realized that he didn't have a change of clothes and PJ's at my place. "Actually you are right... Go get a change of clothes for tomorrow and your PJ's and hang up your suit." "I don't wear clothes to bed," Mike mumbled as he went upstairs. Well if that didn't wake me up... I went into my apartment, plugged in my cell phone to the charger by the door, threw my keys into the bowl and (by instinct) checked my Blackberry. I saw there were 20 or so emails, most not important. 2 emails were from important clients who were asking if everything was alright. I responded with a terse "everything's fine... just a family situation came up". I learned long ago, extra details don't necessarily help. I then went into my bedroom and stripped out of my suit. It felt good to lose the uniform. I found a pair of sweat pants and a white t-shirt. Normally, I go around my apartment al natural, but considering I had guests, I thought better of it. As I pulled the shirt over my head, I turned around, and there was Mike standing in the doorway of the bedroom. "How long have you been there?" I said, after jumping slightly. "Long enough to know you wear white bikinis," he says with a grin. I can't help but laugh... and try to keep myself in check. Was John right? "So are you ready for bed?" I said, hoping I could get him to bed before things went any further. "No... it is early... and Friday night. Can I stay up? Plllleeease?" He gave me those puppy dog eyes again, and any resolve I might have had completely melted away. "Ok... ok... you win." I said... "What do you want to do tonight?" "I don't know," he said, shuffling his feet. "Want to watch a movie?" "Naa... got any games?" Darn it... I hadn't bought a board game in years, and I worked too much to have computer games or an X-Box or anything like that. "What kind of boy lover are you?" I thought to myself. "I don't have any games... I am sorry..." "Do you have any cards?" "Yeah... I have a deck of cards." Truth be told, I loved going to Vegas. I had learned to count cards in college, and I desperately wanted to use that skill, but was always worried about getting kicked out of the Casino. Instead, I did just enough to break even and get free drinks and comps for the hotel room. "Wana play poker?" "Ok... I think I have some chips around here somewhere. Do you know how to play Texas Hold'em?" "Yeah!" "Ok," I said, "Go set up in the kitchen and I will find the chips." When I walked into the kitchen, there Mike was, also dressed in a pair of sweat pants, but with a gray Nike sweat shirt on. He was sitting at the table, shuffling cards by mixing them on the table. I laughed and said "why don't you let me shuffle the cards?" "Ok." "Deal out $100 in chips won't you... just use the 1's and the 5's." We then played cards for about half an hour. Talking, laughing and giggling. About half-way through I went to the fridge for a beer. "Want one?" I asked, half kidding. "Sure." "Your mom is going to kill me," I laughed, bringing two beers to the table. "Just drink it slow." I watched him take his first gulp, and could help but burst out laughing when he took his first gulp and made a horrible face. "You don't have to drink it if you don't like it!" "No no... It just..." "It is an acquired taste... and because you are younger you have a more sensitive palate. You taste the bitter at lot more than us old folks do." "You aren't old..." "Aww... ain't that sweet" I said, making doe eyes. This got him to giggle, and we went back to playing cards, and he sipped his beer ever so slowly. After about half an hour he said, "This is boring if you aren't playing for something." "Got any money?" I asked, kidding. He looked down, laid down his cards, and said "No." I picked up his chin, looked him in the eyes. I had made a mistake. "Look buddy, I was kidding... " I had to think of something quickly to change the subject. "You know when I was your age, I played strip poker with my friends." Did that just come out of my mouth? Could I take it back? Please god let me take it back! "YOU DID?!?" He said with an excited look. "Can we play now? Please?? That sounds like fun!!" Oh god... I just opened up a can of worms... how do I back out of this one. Did I want to back out of this one... what was I thinking... of course I wanted to back out of this one!! "No... you are too young, and I am too old, and we are guys... and..." "Please?!?!" Damn puppy dog eyes... but they weren't going to work this time. "No... I would get it really big trouble, and..." "I won't tell anyone, I promise. PLLLEEEEASSSEEE....." and he batted his eye lashes and pouted his lips. The things we tell ourselves... "Ok... ok... but you CAN NEVER tell anyone. ANYONE... EVER. If anyone found out... if your mom found out...." "I won't... I promise! How do we play?!?" Now I was getting a cubby. This angel of an 11-year old boy wanted to play strip poker... and play it with me. "Let's go into the bedroom... bring the chips... and 2 more beers." We went into the bedroom, and I opened another beer, drinking half of it right away. Liquid courage. If only there was tequila in the house. Why couldn't I have said "drinking game" instead of "strip poker"? My bed was a king size behemoth, so there was plenty of room for the both of us. I went and turned up the heat slightly, as I knew he would probably get cold later on. "Ok... sit on the bed... and I will explain the rules." He got up, and sat cross legged against. I went to the other side and leaned against the pillows. "It is just like regular poker, but we start with $50 in chips." "When do we have to take our clothes off?" He blurted out, a tent quite obvious in his pants. I grabbed for my beer and took another swig, noticing a quite obvious tent in my own pants. "I am getting to it. As I was saying, we start with $50 in chips. We play poker as normal. However, at any time, we can trade in our clothes for more chips. Once they are traded in though, you can't buy them back. Your shirt is worth another $50 in chips, your pants the same. However, your underwear are worth more: $100 in chips." I stopped, took another swig, and realized I just finished the bottle. I then opened the other bottle. "Ok... that sounds easy." "There is one last part... whoever loses all of their chips has to do a dare. The winner gets to choose." I looked closely for his reaction to this last part. He gulped... "What type of dare?" "Anything at all, except it can't be outside of this apartment, and it can't hurt the other person." I waited a moment. "We don't have to play if you don't want to." I already knew the answer. I knew the answer when my best friend's older brother said the exact same thing to me when I was Mike's age. But I wanted to make this his choice. I knew going down this path would forever change his life. "Ok. Let's play." I almost came in my pants right there. I could not have been any harder. Suddenly the second bottle of beer was gone. I began dealing the cards. I knew from playing in the kitchen that he was a novice, and he had enough tells that neon lights couldn't have been more obvious. More importantly was what I decide to do... I knew I had to let him win the first game, so that he would be comfortable, but not by enough to make it obvious. I also wanted to see him naked. So we began playing. I won the first few hands, and got his chips down to a small pile. By the fourth hand, I saw on his face that he had a good hand. "Time for him to lose his shirt, but to win the chips," I thought to myself. He had $10 in chips and I had $90. I bet him $55. "If you want to call, you have to sell your shirt to the bank... or your pants." I grinned. He thought about it for a moment, and then pulled his shirt off. I coughed slightly as I saw his beautiful chest. A little too thin, as you could see the bottom ribs, but a milky white. He had two small nubs for nipples, surrounded by the beginnings of nice pecs. His belly looked smooth and soft as cotton. His belly button was an innie. He looked at me, shy and embarrassed. "My god you are beautiful," I said in all honesty. He grinned, cheered up a little, and got his chips from the bank. "No really... you are amazing." "Thank you... but so are you," he said, the last part at a whisper. "Na... just an old perv here..." "You are not!" he said, with a hint of anger in his voice. I was a little taken aback, but then smiled at him and gave him a wink. He then calmed quickly and said, "Let's play!" We finished the hand. I didn't raise him any more as I didn't want to push it too far too fast. When I turned the river, I saw that I had a pair of 9's. He grinned as he turned over his hand. A straight, Ace high. "You win." He took the chips, laughing the whole time. A few more hands were played, and we talked about nothing at all, and laughed at bad jokes. He was now ahead by a healthy margin. The next hand he bet $80. I knew he had it, but I wanted to get to the better parts of this game. I remember my first game of strip poker took 3 hours. The second took 5 min, once I realized what the fun part was. I had $10, but I bet $100. To do this, I sold both my shirt and my pants. As I undressed, I saw Mike staring at me, his eyes glued to my body. "Wow." "Ugly isn't it," I said only half kidding. "No... not at all. I mean... well. Why don't have any hair on your legs? All the guys I see at the pool are really hairy." "Oh... that is because I think I look better without hair on my legs." "You do... I mean... you look..." I cut him off. "Play your cards boy... do you match that bet." He did, and he won the hand. So now I was sitting in my underwear, with a raging hard on and pre-cum leaking through my underwear. "Did you pee?" "Did I what?... Oh... that... no... guys do it when they get excited." "Oh." He paused. "Mr. Devero?" "Is my dad here," I got up in mock horror. "Hurry get dressed!" He giggled... "No... I mean Lance.... Um... can I ask you a question?" "You just did." I smiled back at him. He grinned and looked down. "Yes of course you can ask anything you want," I said, sitting back down on the bed. "Are you gay?" Well I wasn't expecting that. I should have been expecting that, but I wasn't. However, I am sitting on a king-sized bed, in my underwear, dripping pre-cum in front of a boy wearing only sweat pants, playing strip poker. No sense lying. "Yes I am. Does that bother you? We can stop playing." "No... Please I want to play... no... I mean... " "Why did you ask?" "I don't know... I just heard mom talking, and then you said you were excited... do I make you excited?" "Um..." I stammered... should I tell the truth. The truth is always easier... and it would make things easier later if things happen the way I think they are going to happen. "Yes... you do make me excited. You are very beautiful. But don't worry... I won't do anything to you that will hurt you or you really don't want to... even a dare." "Now that isn't fair... a dare is a dare." "You're the boss... now let's play." I changed the subject quickly, but what he was asking still rang in my ears. He grinned and we went back to playing cards. I won the next few hands, and I got his chip count down pretty low. Time to lose the pants too. The next hand I had a pair of kings in the pocket and got another on the flop. I could tell he had something good, but he only had $10. I decided to bet $40. "If I want to match, I have to bet my pants?" "Yep.... Unless you want to fold or quit. It is getting late..." I said, grinning to myself, and looking at the clock. "No... I'm just thinking." I could tell he was thinking both about his cards... and his pants. He was red in the face and obviously embarrassed. However, little Mike was standing at full mast. I waited, and before I could egg him on, he took off his pants. His legs were as beautiful as the rest of him. Thin, but well defined, and not a hair to be seen. I drooled and my penis tried its best to be free from its constraints. "Your bet Lance" "Um... ok..." I turned the next card. It was an Ace. There was already another Ace on the board. I saw his eyes get really big and he jumped just a bit. Time to go for it I thought... I can get his and my underwear off and he can win. "All in... " I then got up. Took a deep breath, and took off my underwear. It was official... I was now in deep trouble. I was exposing myself to an 11-year old. As much as my mind said this was wrong, my body kept saying "THIS IS SO RIGHT". When the body has the advantage of stealing blood from the brain, the body always wins. The boy's eyes didn't come off my penis. I let him look for a while, knowing that this memory would be with him for the rest of his life. I just hoped it was a good one. Finally I spoke, bringing him out of his stupor. "Do you want to bet?" He looked as his cards... worried... "Would I have to take off my underwear?" "Yes, to match you would." He gulped... looked at his cards. I knew he had already won... but would he go the next step? "You don't have to." "I know... but this is fun," he said, looking up at me, and grinning. "I've never had this much fun..." A good memory... thank god... "Ok, but do you match?" I asked. "Give me a second, I am thinking." A few moments later he took a deep breath and stood up. It was the moment I was waiting for. He turned around, and slowly dropped his underwear. A more beautiful white moon I had never seen, but unlike the sky, this moon had too lushes, perfectly white orbs. On the left cheek, a large freckle was in just the right place. You could see around his waist where his underwear had been biting into his skin. Lifting his left foot to slip out of the underwear, his hole opened slightly. The light pink orifice was so small, and the folds were a light pike. There was not a hair in sight. He stood there for a moment, sighed, and turned around. There before me was the most perfect boy in the world. His penis was cut, fully erect, and as his heart beat (and it was beating very quickly) the tip would just touch his tummy. An extra squirt of pre-cum oozed out of cock at that moment. Please god... let me die now... I am in heaven. But god had other plans, and there were other levels of heaven to come. "You are absolutely amazing!" I said. He began to blush, and before he could deny it, I cut him off. "No, seriously, you are a god, and if you try to deny it, I will jump off the tallest building." He grinned. "All in." I flipped my cards... 3 kings. He flipped his... 3 aces. He won. He began jumping up and down. "Ok," I said, grinning ear to ear, "you get to choose a dare." "I know what I want you to do." I began to wonder what an 11 year old boy would choose as a dare on his first time. The deep perverted part of me hoped he would say "plow him like a field", but I knew better. "Name it... I am yours to do with as you wish." He sat back on the bed, cross legged. "Ok..." he grinned. His small cock jumped a little in anticipation. "I want to touch your penis." And there went another squirt of pre-cum from me. "All yours," I said as I walked to him. "Do what you want." I stood beside with my hands behind my back, my penis sticking straight out towards the young boy. "Are you sure?" he asked sheepishly. His hands began to rise, and trembled slightly as they got closer. "Yes." Never had I been more sure of anything in my life. Slowly, tentatively, his small hand wrapped around my penis. I had not felt an electric shock like that since I was a boy his age playing with my friends. His hands were so soft, so gentle. He was scared to death. When my penis jumped at his contact, he jumped back a little. "Go on" I said. He continued to grab it and feel it. "It is big." "It isn't that big, just slightly above average." "It looks big to me." "Yours will get that big very soon. Too bad... I like your size better." He continued to play with my penis, and ran his hand up and down. He also cupped my balls and felt them. He ran his hand through my pubic hair, feeling its course fibers, trying to absorb the new sensations. I looked to his face, and he stared intently at my penis, concentrating on this task. Finally, he came to the tip. "That clear stuff is pre-cum?" "Yep." "Can I touch it?" "Yes, it is safe to touch... it is even safe to eat, but you don't have to do that." I planted the idea, let's see where it went. He put his fingers in the pre-cum. "Slimy." I laughed. He continued rubbing it... and I could see the wheels turning in his head. He put some on his fingertips and put a fingertip in his mouth. I almost came right then. "It is sorta sweet." "Yeah... " is all I could get out. Seeing him eat the slimy goo almost made me cum. I was so close, however I didn't yet want this night to end. He then stood up. "Now what?" "Well," I paused. "We could play again." "Ok." He grinned. "Do I get my clothes back?" "Yep, we start from the beginning." This time I was going to go much faster, now that he was comfortable. But, this time, I was going to win. We began playing, and the first two hands I had were crap, so I threw them away losing only a few chips. I won the third hand, and was up on chips, but I wasn't confident enough in the hand to bet too much. The fourth hand, I drew a pair of jacks. When the cards turned, it was Jack, King, King. I bet 100, taking off my shirt. He looked for a moment and quickly match. He had the king... shoot... I went too quickly. The next card turned, a 9. I checked and so did he. Then the river... another Jack. I had four of a kind. Unless he had the other king, which was very unlikely, I would win. Might as well go for it... the worst that could happen is that I get my dick stroked some more... and there are worse ways to lose. "All in." I again was undressed. While undressing, his eyes were glued to my crotch. When my cock once again came into view, he gulped a small gulp. This time, he didn't think about it very long. He matched me and took off all his clothes. I got to see him again, in all his glory. Oh sweet heaven. "Flip your cards," I said. He did. I was right, he had three Kings. I slowly flipped my first card... a Jack. He began getting nervous... then I flipped my second.... another Jack. "4 of a kind... I win." He looked up at me like a deer in headlights. "What are you going to do?" "Relax... I promised I wouldn't hurt you. You can skip the dare if you want." I knew he wouldn't. His dick gave him away. He wanted to know what was going to happen. He was scared, but the excitement of the situation overwhelmed that particular emotion. His pen is pulsed faster than ever, straining feel feelings it had never felt. "N... no. A dare is a dare. What do you want me to do?" "You don't have to do anything... what I want... is to suck you... for no less than 10 min." I chose 10 minutes to cover all my bases. Most likely he wouldn't last two, but I wanted to be the first... the first to make him cum. "You want to what?" "I want to suck your penis." "Why would you want to do that?" he asked, slightly disgusted. "You will see... will you let me?" He thought about it for a second... then said "why not... what do you want me to do?" "Just lay on the bed and let me have access to your penis." "Ok." He cleared the cards and the chips and laid down. I spread his legs a little and crawled in between them. I knelt between his legs and looked at my prize. He was completely hairless. His penis jumped in anticipation. He was taking short breaths, wondering what was about to happen. I knelt in and sniffed deeply, taking the clean boy-sent in, very close to cumming myself. I took two fingers and grabbed his penis to stand it up straight. When I did this, I knew I was the first, other than him to touch his penis in a very long time, and the absolute first to touch him sexually. He inhaled deeply, eyes bulging, watching every movement I was making. I began by licking the tip of his penis. His eyes rolled back in his head and he moaned deeply. Playing around, I asked "do you want me to stop?" It took a moment to register, but he answered adamantly, "NO". "Ok, you're the boss." I went back down and licked his penis again, drawing a similar reaction. Finally, I decided it was time to blow his mind (as well as him in general). I engulfed his four-inch member in one fail swoop. The tip just barely touched the back of my throat, and I could get his balls in my mouth later. But for now, I would be satisfied massaging them with my left hand. He moaned very very loudly, loud enough that if his mother was home, I am sure she would have heard. To me, it sounded like angels singing. I continued sucking him and rubbing his balls. My right hand began to go under him and began to massage his ass. He moaned louder and said "oh... that feels... amazing... " I knew he was hooked. I let my hand get closer to his asshole as I began to suck harder. Finally my finger touched his hole, and he looked up with an expression of confusion and utter lust. I just smiled and sucked him harder. My finger continued to gently caress his ass, and I could tell he was very close to cumming. "I've got to pee... please stop." I took his penis out of my mouth, but continued to masturbate him. "No, you aren't going to pee, you are going to cum. Something may come out, but you are too young, so it probably won't. Don't worry, just enjoy this... It will feel weird, but at the end it will be amazing, I promise." "Ok..." he said, his eyes rolling back into his head as I continued sucking. I continued to massage his ass, his balls, and sucking harder than ever on his dick. He began to slowly buck, but then got faster. At the last moment, I decided to put my finger in his behind. This sent him over the edge, and he screamed out "LANCE!!!" He began shaking and trembling, his tiny balls trying to produce what wasn't yet there. I kept sucking and moved my finger around in his ass, trying to heighten the sensation as much as possible. Finally he stopped shaking, and I reluctantly let his penis slip from my mouth. I looked up worried that something was wrong. But, it was ok. He had passed out and was sleeping. I got up, and began to straighten the clothes that were thrown everywhere. Then I went to turn out the rest of the lights in the house and make sure the door was locked. I then made my way back to the bedroom. I didn't want him to wake up alone. I knew he would be scared and have questions. I lay down on the bed beside him, and watched him sleep for the next five minutes. Slowly, he started to come around. "Hi sleepy head." He was scared at first, but then realized where he was. "Hi," he said sheepishly. "How do you feel? How did that feel?" "Amazing... am I ok?" "You are more than ok... you are wonderful!" I said, quietly. He smiled at me. "There is one more dare I would like to do..." I said... hoping I wasn't pushing him too far. "What... if it is that good... anything..." "Well... if I could... could I kiss you?" "Kiss me?" "Yeah... if you don't want to..." "No... but..." "But what... I am sorry I..." "Will it make me gay?" "Will it what?" I said, with a surprised look on my face. He obviously looked concerned. "No it won't make you gay... but if you don't want..." "I just want to be like you Lance," he said, tears coming to his eyes. "I want to be gay like you." "Honey... " I started to say... tears now coming to my eyes. "I love you Lance." I was taken aback. Did he know what he was saying? I looked into his eyes, and the longer I went without saying it back, the more the tears started to well in his eyes. He knew what he was saying, as much as anybody knows... "I love too you Mike. With all my heart." He grabbed me and started to cry, years of neglect and the want of love coming streaming out. I held him tightly, crying myself. Our bodies were pressed together, but neither of us were hard. We were in love. He pulled back. "I have a dare for you too... I want kiss you," he said quietly, looking deep into my eyes. Without answering him I lowered my lips onto his. I wish I could say it was a perfect kiss, but no first kiss is. You are exploring each other, finding each other out for the first time. Two different lives intertwining to become one... the first connections are bound to have problems. At first his lips were closed. I gently pressed my tong to his mouth and slowly he opened his lips. I let my tong gently explore his, and he quickly got the idea. Soon his was exploring mine with fervor. We kissed for what seemed like eternity, but was probably only 5 minutes. He broke away and said again, "I love you." "I really do love you Mike." "Why is my leg wet? What is that on it? Did I pee?" I looked. There was a pool of white cum dribbling down his leg and onto the bedspread. "I am sorry... I must have cum while sucking you!" I said hurriedly. "I will get you a towel." "I made you cum?" he asked, grinning ear to ear. "Yes you did... without even touching me." "Cool." He then dipped his finger into the pool and ran it between his fingers. He then sniffed it. Realizing it wasn't pee, and it didn't smell bad, he tasted a little. "Salty. I like the pre-cum better." I laughed hard, and he laughed with me, the stress of the night letting go. He began to get hard again looking at me, and I wiped off the rest of the cum off his legs. "Well, it is one in the morning my beautiful..." Calling him "my beautiful" made him smile ear to ear. Obviously no one in his life had paid him many compliments before. "That would change" I thought to myself... knowing that I would protect this boy to the ends of the earth. "He will be complimented every day of his life, because he deserves it... he deserves everything I can give him..." "... it is time for bed." I said, finally completing my sentence. Being the good kid that he is, he began to get out of bed, and collect his things. "Where are you going?" I asked. "You said it was time for bed... I thought..." "I sleep with people I love... I would hope you would sleep with me..." He threw his clothes down and came running back to bed, grabbing me and kissing me all over again. I pulled away and said, "wait... you forgot to turn off the lights..." He jumped out of bed, flicked the switch, and then ran back in... bumping into the headboard lightly. We started by kissing for a long time, and I rubbed his dick under the covers, making him cum one more time... but with much less intensity than earlier that night. He stayed awake through this one, and when it was done, he asked if he could do that to me. "Not tonight my love..." He was about to protest when he began to yawn deeply. "Aww... my dearest Mike, today is your day. We will have plenty of time in the future to try lots of new things. Tonight get some sleep." "Ok..." he said, already half asleep. He turned over, facing his back to me. I snuggled close to him, spooning him, my dick nestled beside his legs. "I love you..." "I love you too..." but he was already asleep when I said it. I laid there for a few moments, the luckiest guy on earth. A few moments later, panic washed over my body, realizing what I had done. I was dead... I was going to jail... I was... I was... But there beside me lie truth. There was a boy who truly loved me. And I somehow knew he would for the rest of his life, and I would love him just as much. Tomorrow will come... it won't be easy, but I will make it work... for him. If he finds a girl later, I will be happy for him, but my job now was to be anything I could be for him... his father... his friend... his lover... whatever he needed. So, as I drift off to sleep, I whisper in his ear "I love you Mike, and I always will." Please email lancelot1311@yahoo.com with any comments.