Date: Sun, 26 Sep 2021 13:21:49 -0500 From: gwen uni Subject: Tam by Cutter09 gay adult/youth Please remember to donate to Nifty. The thousands of stories availble for your reading pleasure is provided by Nifty, so give a little and get a lot. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html You can find more of my stories listed on the prolific authors page under Cuttter09 Tam This is not something I would like people to find out about. I did some bad things on my last trip to Asia. I am an engineer, working for a large international company. I am sent all over the world to oversee large construction projects like bridges, utilities plants, or whatever the contract calls for. I make good money, but the conditions I have to live in are not always the best. Sometimes the projects are in the middle of a jungle or in the desert. These projects always have a lot of men onsight. A lot of men means a lot of shady people also show up. Popup casinos, whore houses, booze, all that sort of thing. Being upper management, I get certain perks, like a driver and translator, and my accommodations are usually the best the area has to offer. On my recent trip to... well let's just say a city in Asia, my driver was also my translator. After a week of watching me turn down the prostitutes that made passes, Nwen said "You no like girls?" "Not those, for sure," I said laughing. "You like men?" Nwen asked "Not particularly." "Oh. I see," he said. The next evening when he picked me up, he wasn't alone. "This my cousin, Tam. He be your house boy. Cook, clean, everything. Fifty dollars U.S. every two weeks. You no like, I take him back to uncle." The kid flinched at that. I had a feeling 'uncle' wasn't too kind to the boy. I looked at Tam. Scrawny, is the first adjective that comes to mind. Maybe four and a half feet [1.35 m] tall. Probably around ten years old, but could be fifteen. It's hard to tell with these people. They are small anyway, and never seem to age. Then suddenly they look old. I didn't like the thought of what 'uncle' might do to the boy, so I said "I pay the boy fifty every two weeks?" "No. You give me. I give uncle. Tam no eat much. Do what you tell." Just as I thought. I wondered how many cousins 'uncle' had working for him. My place here was just a small house. I wouldn't really call it a house, more like a bungalow, but for this city, it was pretty nice. I was to be here until the project was finished, probably a year. Nwen opened my door after stopping in front of my house. I stepped out as he opened the back door. He pulled Tam out by one arm and pushed him toward me, saying something to him that I didn't understand. As the car sped away, I went to put my hand on Tam's shoulder, and he ducked away as if I was going to hit him. More confirmation about 'uncle'. I slowly reached over and patted his head, then I eased my arm to his shoulders and pulled him closer. He shied away a bit, but I felt him relax, as I led him into the house. He immediately took my briefcase from me and put it on the table by the door. Then he went to the small kitchen and got me a beer from the fridge. I don't usually drink beer much, but I took it anyway. I watched as Tam picked up the stuff laying around (I can be a bit sloppy), then he went back to the kitchen. The company had stocked the kitchen before I arrived, and I had eaten out most of the time. Tam was able to rustle up a pretty good meal, though I was afraid to ask what it was. He sat on the floor by the kitchen door as if waiting for something. I tilted the beer can back, drinking the last of it, and he rushed over and took the empty can. He rushed to the kitchen and I heard him open the fridge. "No!" I yelled at him, indicating I didn't want another beer. He came in with his head bowed looking like he was expecting to get hit. I realized my mistake, so I smiled and said "No more beer. Thank you Tam." His face showed distrust, but he nodded and sat on the floor again. I wasn't sure if he really understood, or if he thought I was putting off beating him until I finished my meal. I went to my room to undress and clean up. The water pressure here is terrible, so I ran a bath. I had no more than sat in the tub, when Tam entered. He sat on the floor and stared at me as I tried to relax in the warm water. I would glance at him every few minutes, and he was always looking at me. It started to get a little creepy, so I decided to finish bathing and get out. I picked up the washcloth, and Tam jumped up and took it from me. He soaped up the rag, and began scrubbing my back. I realized then that he had been waiting to wash me. He finished with my back, then I leaned back again. He washed my chest and arms. He then jumped up and ran out, only to return with a pot from the kitchen. He poured water over my head and shampooed my hair, using the pot to rinse me off. He motioned with his hand for me to stand, so I did. He washed my legs and butt, saving my cock for last. He used the cloth between my legs and scrotum, but then he soaped his hands and grabbed my cock. This was the first time I ever had soapy little hands rubbing my cock, and it responded in the natural way. He was instantly washing seven and a half inches {19 cm] of thick manmeat. Other than the size, he didn't seem bothered by it. More like fascinated. I'm sure the oriental men he has seen are probably not as large. He decided I was clean, and poured water over my lower half. My cock was standing straight out from my body, throbbing, with it's head inflamed. Tam grabbed my robe off the toilet where I had laid it before he entered. He held it open for me, and I stepped out of the tub. As I tied the sash, I said "Thank you Tam. That was very nice," and smiled at him. I left the bathroom, and heard splashing noises. I assumed Tam was cleaning the tub. When I glanced in, I saw his little head and shoulders in the tub I had just vacated. He quickly washed his face and hair, using my old bathwater. I noticed his shorts and ratty tee shirt on the floor beside the tub. I left him to it, and went to the living room. I got some paperwork from my briefcase, and forgot about Tam for awhile. When I happened to think about him, I saw him sitting on the floor by the bedroom door. He jumped up and ran to the kitchen and brought me another beer. "No thank you Tam," I said smiling at him. He took the beer to the kitchen then returned to the floor. About 9:30, I decided to go to bed. Tam was still sitting by the bedroom door, just watching me. I went to the bedroom, turned down the bed and took off my robe. As I turned to sit on the bed, I discovered him right behind me. I hadn't even heard him follow me. My butt was barely on the bed, when Tam bent and casually took my cock into his mouth. Oh Jesus. I wasn't expecting that. My cock grew hard in his mouth causing him to withdraw somewhat. His little mouth couldn't handle what I had to offer. I hadn't cum in a couple of days, and his talented mouth brought me off quickly. Tam struggled to keep up with what I was unloading, swallowing a couple of times. When I began to go limp, he pulled away, and went to lay on the floor by the door. I couldn't just let him lay there on the bare floor. I got up and retrieved a blanket and pillow from the closet. He seemed shocked when I handed it to him. He reached out tentatively, taking the offering, then looked at me and smiled. I got in bed and turned out the bedside lamp. I closed my eyes, and from the darkness came, "Thanks." Saturday morning I woke up and stumbled to the kitchen to make coffee. Tam had beat me to it, and handed me a cup as I came in. He pushed me toward the table, then sat a plate of breakfast in front of me. Scrambled eggs with onions, peppers, cheese, mixed in, and toast. I'm not really big on breakfast, eggs in particular, but this was pretty good. He watched me take a bite. I got up, and suddenly Tam looked frightened. His eyes darted back and forth as if trying to decide what he had forgotten to do. I got a plate from the cupboard, and scraped half the food from my plate onto it, then sat it across the table from my place. I gestured for Tam to sit, and received another smile. As we ate, I remembered the blow job he had given me the night before. It had been a while since I'd had a blow job, but Tam was very good at it. I couldn't help thinking about the 'uncle' who trained him to do that. It was obvious that Tam was well trained to be a servant to all needs. He didn't think twice to cook for me, or bathe me, or blow me. It was all part of his training. He watched me take the last sip of my coffee, and instantly poured more into my cup. When I had finished eating he cleared the table, and I went to get dressed. When Nwen arrived at nine, Tam ran to the bedroom door and sat down, hanging his head as if he were trying to disappear. "There is a market a couple of blocks from here. I want you to take us there," I told Nyen. Nwen gave Tam a dirty look, and I thought he was going to cry. "Tam," I said holding out my hand to him. He ran and grasped it, holding on for dear life. At the market, I instructed Nwen to explain to the owner who I was, and that Tam would be shopping for me there. I gave them a credit card and anything he picked up, would be charged to it. Then I told Nwen to explain to Tam that he should pick up anything he needed for cooking etc., then to take him home. Tam shopped while Nwen took me to the project site. After a grueling day on the project, Nwen took me home. I was exhausted, and headed straight to the bath. Tam came in and sat by the tub. He gave me time to relax before picking up the soap and washcloth. Repeating the things as the day before, he expertly bathed me. After rinsing me off, my cock was standing straight out again. Tam wrapped his lips around it, and gave me another excellent blow job. I had to stop myself from grabbing his head and forcing my cock down his throat. He's so small, I just knew it would choke him to death. He put my robe on me after swallowing my load, and escorted me to the dining table. In no time I had food in front of me and Tam sitting on the floor. I looked at him angrily. His eyes darted around in question. I gestured to the chair beside me. He smiled and went to the kitchen, returning with his own plate and sat down. Tam smiled all through dinner, though never forgetting to serve me. While he cleaned the kitchen, I sat in the living room studying project blueprints. There was a tv in the living room, though I don't usually watch it in Asian countries. Their programs seem silly to me, their commercials, even sillier. I don't understand the language, so I just don't bother. I turned it on and ignored it, until Tam came in and sat on the floor. "Tam," I said getting his attention. He looked at me, and I patted the sofa next to me. He understood, and came to sit with me. I handed him the remote for the tv, and returned to my blueprints. The first time he laughed out loud, it startled me. He quickly looked at me to read my expression. When I smiled, he smiled too and relaxed. During a commercial, Tam went to the kitchen and brought me a beer. I didn't really want it, but accepted it anyway. He continued to watch tv, and me. He seemed to always have an eye on me. I assumed it was to gage my needs, but it may have been to see if he was in trouble. Probably a little of both. When I started to yawn, Tam turned off the tv, and pulled me off the sofa. I didn't argue as he led me to the bedroom. He drew back the covers and removed my robe. I sat on the bed, and he reached for my cock. "No, Tam," I said as he looked at me expectantly. He turned off the light, and went to his pillow and blanket on the floor. "Tam," I said, and patted the bed beside me. He understood, and got up. Even in the darkened room I could see him undress, before climbing in the bed with me. He lay on his stomach, I thought so I wouldn't see his dick. You know how young boys can be. But he just looked at me a little confused when I said "Good night, Tam," and closed my eyes. After a minute, I felt him turn onto his side facing me. Then, again from the darkness, he said "Thanks." Sunday morning I found myself with a little boy in my arms when I woke up. My hard cock was against his ass, and my arm was held to his chest. Assuming he was still asleep, I tried to remove my arm without waking him. He jumped up and ran to the bathroom. He came back with something in his hand, but I didn't see what it was. I was looking at his dick. This was not the dick of a little boy. It was probably close to three inches [7 cm] soft. His balls were loose and hanging, larger than a young boy's should be also. As he got closer, I could see a dark area just above his dick that was obviously where his pubes had been shaved off. If I had to re estimate his age, I would guess thirteen maybe even fourteen, not the ten I had previously thought. Tam pulled the cover off me and squeezed some oil from the bottle he had brought in. He applied it to my cock then climbed on straddling me with a foot on either side. He reached under himself and gripped my cock and placed it at his pucker. I watched, fascinated, as he let himself sit down slowly on my cock. When the head popped in, Tam let out a groan, but proceeded to apply downward pressure. At about three inches [7] cm], he raised up and then slid back down, repeating this until his chute had accepted my entire cock. I could tell it wasn't the first time he'd had a dick in him, but I'm sure mine was the largest he had taken. He raised up slowly about half way, then back down. Once he had gotten use to it, he began a steady motion, and picked up the pace a bit. From my viewpoint I could see my cock appear and disappear as he fucked himself on me. Soon his dick began to rise until it was rigid and pointing at his bellybutton. It was close to four inches [10 cm], and I could see his balls bouncing about as he continued to service my cock. I had never been in any orifice as tight as his ass. Before too long, he suddenly slowed down and his dick erupted squirting a little jet of cream on my belly. This triggered my own orgasm, and I grabbed his butt cheeks in my hands and bounced him up and down on my cock. I blew my load in his welcoming bowels, forcing my cock as deep as I could. He moaned out loud again, and another squirt of cum dripped from his dick. Tam collapsed on my chest, breathing heavily. We lay there about ten minutes in silence. Finally he raised up and looked at me and smiled. "Nice," he said, as he pulled himself from my cock. When it dropped onto my belly, Tam groaned at the loss. He walked bowlegged to the bathroom returning with a warm washcloth to clean me. "Tam, you obviously speak some English. Why won't you talk to me?" I asked as he cleaned me. "I not want trouble," he answered. "I promise. No trouble. If we are to be friends, you should talk to me." When he had finished cleaning me, he went to prepare breakfast, ignoring me completely. He didn't bother to dress, cooking and serving breakfast nude. "How old are you, Tam?" "Thirteen," came the short reply. "Is Nwen really your cousin?" He looked at the floor, then shook his head no. "How long have you been with the 'uncle'?" He began to cry. "Tam no want trouble," he begged. "I promise. No trouble." "Tam orphan. Long time," he finally answered. "Tam be good. Do everything. Don't send back," he pleaded still. "I'm not sending you back. I promise," I said smiling at him. He smiled back through his tears. Although he was still suspicious, he seemed to accept that I was genuinely nice. He poured more coffee into my cup, then glanced at my cock showing through the gap in my robe. Reaching down, he stroked it. "Nice," he complimented. "Thank you Tam. Yours is nice too." "Tam small. You real big. Tam like." I was hard as nails. His little hand couldn't close around my thick cock, but he stroked it admiringly. "You want Tam again?" he asked, sounding almost anxious. I nodded and he pulled me out of the chair by my cock. Tam lay face down on the bed, and I quickly climbed on top. I wasn't too gentle when I shoved my cock into him, but he didn't seem to mind. Groaning out loud, then backing into my thrusts. He was actually lifting me up off the bed, trying to get all my cock into his ass. I stopped and sat up. I drew him up on his knees, then slammed back in. Tam cried out to whichever god he worshiped, and backed into me again. He was loving the fucking he was getting, and so was I. I fucked him harder than any woman I had ever been with. And he took it like a champ. I grabbed his little hips and really poured it to him. I didn't have to thrust, I just worked his butt back and forth on my cock, until I emptied my load into him. We collapsed on the bed, Tam moaning "Good," and wiggling his ass on me. "You really like it, don't you." "Tam like a lot." "You're not just saying that to stay here? You really like it?" Tam nodded his head and wiggled his butt, still attached to me by my cock. It became obvious to me that Tam was a natural bottom slut. An attribute I would take total advantage of. I'm not proud of it, if anything, I'm a bit ashamed of it. The guilt I felt while not fucking him, disappeared when I was. Only to return when not in bed with him. I knew I treated him better than 'uncle' did, but I felt guilty just the same. I tried to waylay that guilt by paying Tam the same as I paid 'uncle' for his service. The first time I paid him, I said "Tam, put this away, and don't spend it. It might help you to get away from 'uncle' some day." He was shocked that I gave him money. I suppose he saved it. He had no reason to spend it, since I paid for everything else he needed. The project took longer than expected, of course. I was there sixteen months. I spent much of that time buried in Tam's ass. He was a devoted servant, and an incredible lover. The hormonal drive and lust of a teen, combined with an unrestrained outlet for that lust, made him easily the best lover I ever had. Willing and able to please in any way. When my time there was up, I gave Tam a goodbye gift of two thousand dollars. In that country, two thousand is a great sum of money. It was a tearful farewell, with promises to stay in touch. I gave him my parents' address in Atlanta and told him to write to me there, since I travel so much. *** My next assignment was at a refinery in the gulf coast region of Texas. I had been on site a couple of weeks when I got a call from my mom. "George, you need to come home." "Hello to you too Mom. What's up? Is something wrong with Dad?" "No. You're father's fine. Just get your ass home." My mom is not a woman who curses. The worse thing I ever heard her say was "Shoot," I remember telling her that I heard a comedian say "Shoot is just 'shit' with two O's" She has also never been even the slightest bit abrupt with me. So, when she said "Just get your ass home", I did. I arrived around eleven p.m. and opened the door with my key. Mom and Dad just turned and looked at me from in front of the fireplace. "What?" I asked. Then both of their heads swiveled toward the kitchen, just as I caught a blur out of the corner of my eye, and was tackled by an extremely excited Tam. Next thing I know, I'm looking up at my mom, who is looking down at me on the floor saying "You've got some explaining to do." I had known Tam to be smart and resourceful, but the little shit had managed to smuggle himself out of the country and right to my parents' house. "Mom, Dad, this is Tam. He was my houseboy on my last assignment." "We got that much out of him. But, what is he doing here?" Dad asked. "Good question, Dad. Uh... Tam, what are you doing here?" "Tam want to be with George." I took Tam to a motel for the night. Yes, I fucked him. A lot. I hadn't been laid since my return to the U.S. He was very happy to have my cock back in him too. I informed my company that, for the foreseeable future, I will only take assignments in the U.S. I'm trying to find a way to make him legal. When I do, he can travel with me. For now, I have the best houseboy in the world, and he makes a pretty good wife too. The End © Cutter09 Please send comments to unicorn2012111@gmail.com Cutter09 would love to hear what you think of the story! Thank you for taking the time to send feedback to the author. 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