Date: Sun, 5 Feb 2023 10:16:02 +0000 (UTC)
From: "jamestatpt@yahoo.com" <jamestatpt@yahoo.com>
Subject: The best for a boy part 1

(25 years ago)

"Hey buddy, what's up?"

Mr. Daniels, one of my father work colleagues grabbed my hand and shake
it. Hard.

"You're a big boy, aren't you."

We were at my father's employer annual company picnic. Dozens of families
were scattered around the many tables set outside this wine estate south
of Atlanta.

My name is Thomas. I was twelve, average high and fairly built for my
age. You could say I was a good-looking boy. Light brown hair and a nice
smile, as my mother said.

Me and my parents had just arrived and were greeted by John Daniels, one
of the senior managers are the entrance.

"Mark, Jennifer, welcome." This must be Timmy. Last time I saw him he is
a little kid.

"You really grew since last year buddy." I didn't really think so. But it
was still nice someone saying it. His handshake was strong. Really
strong. Kind of hurting, but it felt like being a big boy.

I remembered him from every year's picnics. Usually the tallest, loudest,
most imposing guy at the event. He was clearly respect. Revered even.
Always nice and always smiling. And fit. Sure, a bit of a beer belly as
most of the guys around, but a strong upper body as well.

"Just get yourself some food and drinks and enjoy." He said. And then
turned to myself and tossed my hair "And I'll see you later buddy."

As soon as I could I left my parents behind and looked for something fun
to do. Many of the kids that would usually come to this event were there.
Most of them I just saw once a year.

My Dad's company was located in a big industrial park on the 401 Highway
south of the Airport and workers would come from all around Metro
Atlanta. None of his colleagues were our neighbor and so none of the kids
were my friends or went to my schools. But they were OK and quickly we
were playing catch in the sprawling fields along the vineyards.

Soon we were all hungry and went looking for food. The company was not
playing cheap. There was several tables with different dishes from
typical American barbecue fare to some exotic flavors. There was even a
chef doing fresh sushi. But that was not for my taste and I headed for
the barbecue grill looking for a burger.

Next to a row of grills firing up small cheeseburgers laid Mr. Daniels,
and when I approach, he spotted me.

"He buddy. Want me to get you a burger?"

"Yes Sir. Please"

He tossed my hair one again. "That's a good boy. Let me get you some
meat."

He talked to one of the chefs in the grills and soon handed me a fresh
cheeseburger. "Here you go. A special burger for the big boy." And winked
at me.

"Thank you, Mr. Daniels."

He got closer to me "It was my pleasure big boy. And you can call me
John, Timmy."

Was not usual for me calling an adult by their first name, let alone one
of Dad's colleagues. But it just made me feel older and proud.

"Thank you, John." I giggled and walked away to join the other kids.

This events always lasted for hours.

As the sun set over the horizon the families would break up, with the men
congregating on one side and the women on the other. The men would
inevitably start pouring whisky and have discussions about the company's
prospects for the next year. The women would get some tea and exchange
stories about family.

The younger kids would doze off in some couch and the older kids would be
locked to some TV showing some action movie.

I end up walking in the fields for myself. For a suburban kid with a tiny
garden back home running in the big meadows was super fun. My parents
were not worried as the farm was gated and there was only as far as I
could go. Every year they would take a few minutes to spot me in the end
of the day, but I was always found without much stress.

As I walked between tall vines and the chatter felt more distant, I saw
someone standing at the end of the row of vines. The sunset left a
pinkish hue in the air. I could not totally see who the person was, but
getting closer I could see it was Mr. Daniels, or should I say John.

"Hey big boy. What are you doing here all by yourself?"

He was holding a glass. Probably whisky. He was a bit drunk. I could
identify the smirk and the same slight blurred speech that my father used
to have Sunday afternoons after a big lunch at home.

"Just walking around John." I felt a little naughty saying his name, but
he had given me permission.

He smiled showing off his big white teeth. Grab my head and massaged my
hair.

"Have you ever had whisky Timmy?"

"No."

"All the men are having it. You want a sip?" He extended the glass to me.
"I won't tell anyone if you don't tell."

It all felt exhilarating. Being old enough to drink. My father would
never let me get a sip at twelve.

He got on one knee. His face closer to mine. "It's our little secret."

I grabbed the glass and drank it as if it were coke. "Calm down buddy.
That's too much." Said John. It felts good, sweet and smoky for just a
second. And instantly it started burning my throat like hell.

John smiled. "Don't worry. It will stop burning in a few seconds. You're
a man now." I did stop burning and hearing him say I was a man made me
feel good and forget the awful sensation.

He took a sip and handed me the glass again. "Want another sip?" I was
inebriated. Obviously not from the whisky yet, but from the way he was
treating me, as an equal, that although just moments ago I had felt the
awful feeling of the whisky going down my throat, just like that I had
forgot that and grab the glass again and took a sip, now I bit more
carefully, and a few drops ran down my lower lip.

"Good boy" He took the glass and lower his other hand from the top of my
head to the side of my face, along my cheek and this thumb cleaned the
remnants of whisky from my lips.

And then, strangely, he took that thumb to his mouth and sucked it
tasting the drops of whisky he had collected from my mouth. "Yummy." He
smiled. I don't know why but I smiled.

He returned his hand to my cheeks and his thumb again caressed my lips
and I open my mouth and this time I tasted his finger as well as the
taste of the whisky and his saliva.

He took the thumb from my moth but just moments later he again passed it
by my lips and I again open my mouth, this time taking more time and
sucking on it. He winked at me and slowly said "Good boy".

We were there, in the middle of the vines, the sound of the party was in
the background, the light of the moon was bathing us and I keep sucking
on his finger and he kept pushing his thumb in my mouth.

His expression changed. I can't explain. he didn't move or do anything
but his eyes were just different. It was like when someone looks at a
dessert with a craving. We looked so handsome. A strong and masculine
adult man was kneeling in front of me. Touching my face and my lips. I
could feel his breath.

"You're a really special boy Timmy. I really like you." I let go of his
finger. "Thank you." I said.

He got up. I could see him wetting his lips. "You made me feel real good
Timmy. You want to do something even better?" I immediately shake my head
to say yes. I was spellbound. I didn't care what it was, I just had to do
it.

And then he gave me the glass. "Finished it and put the glass in the
ground." and when I went slowly for another gulp I could see him reaching
for his belt and undoing his pants. I finished the drink. It burned less
this time. I lowered myself and I put the glass in the grass. When I look
back at him his pants were open, and I could see his underwear. It was
getting darker, and the shapes were getting blurred but I could clearly
see the outline of his cock. It was hard and it was big.

"Give me your hand." he said. I extended my arm, and he took take my hand
to his groin. I could feel the warm coming out of it. I open my hand and
grab it. It was sort of pulsating, like you could feel his heartbeat in
his cock. He moved his hand to my head again massaging my hair. "Come on
buddy. Take it out.".

I lifted the other hand, and both laid in his waist, my fingers gripping
his underwear. "That's it boy. Take it out." I slowly lowered the
underwear to reveal his hard cock that fell forward presenting me the
head. I grabbed the cock with both hands. It was warmer than through the
underwear fabric. The pulse was stronger too. The cock head and the piss
slit were looking at me if that was possible, like a snake enchanting me
and calling me.

"Go ahead buddy. Give it a kiss." I leaned forward and literally gave it
a kiss and move back again, my lips now with a touch of precum. I could
taste the saltiness. The smell was strange but appealing. I wanted to
taste more. His hand had traveled to the back of my neck. "Come on boy.
Open your mouth. Take it."

I opened my mouth and took his cock head. It was soft, warm, acidic.
There was a slight hint of pee. I could feel a liquid swirling on my
tongue. His hand on my neck was slowly pushing me towards him.

I opened my mouth wider and more of his cock entered my mouth. His cock
head slid along my tongue. The rest of his cock was rigid, less
flavorful. His cock got deeper, and my throat reacted. I gagged. His hand
stopped the pressure and start to massage the back of my head. "Sorry
buddy. Let's go slowly." I got back to his cock. It tasted good. So
good. I was sucking it. He was making soft sounds. Moaning.

"Baby that feels so good." I looked up and saw he had his eyes closed and
his head tilted back. I sucked harder. There was more liquid in my
tongue. The taste was so good. I was grabbing his cock with both hands
and sucking like it was an empty juice box, trying to get all the juice.
His breathing got heavier, his moans quicker.

"Baby, you want my load?" I kept sucking. "Oh, baby, you going to get my
load." I kept sucking. "Oh, baby swallow it all." And then it happened.
An explosion of flavor in my mouth. His cock was spurting cum, and I was
swallowing it all down my throat. I had seen porn. I couldn't cum yet but
knew older men could cum from their cocks. And it tasted good. So good.

And the cock shoot more and more. I could not swallow fast enough. Some
started to dribble down my chin. It stopped. I sucked some more but there
was no more cum. The juice box was empty. His hand on my neck pushed me
from his cock. with his other hand he scooped the cum on my chin and fed
me with his thumb. I gulped. It tasted good. So good. I tried to go back
to his cock but he grabbed me in place.

"Calm down boy. It's empty." He put his cock back in his underwear and
closed his pants. He squatted and his face got close to me and he kissed
me in the lips. A real kiss. I could feel his tongue along mine sharing
the remnants of his cum. It was my first kiss.

"Timmy". Someone was calling me. "Timmy". I could distinguish my
mother's voice. "Timmy". He cleaned my mouth with his palm and turned me
around. "Go." I started running toward the sound. "I'm here."

I got back to my mother. "Let's go. What are you doing here alone in the
dark? Come on, your father is waiting."

I looked back and I could not see John anymore. But I could still taste
his cum in my mouth. I wanted more. I wanted his cock in my mouth again.
In my throat again. I wanted to suck him again.


(Nowadays)

As always Atlanta's traffic was impossible.

The five-mile ride to my kid's school was taking forever. He was in the
back looking at his phone which was making annoying repetitive noises.
Probably TikTok. That was what every twelve-year-old was doing nowadays.

We were stuck in a red light. My phone rang. Unknown number. I hated when
my company passed my mobile number to some client. I took the call.

"Hello."

"Timmy?" the man on the other side asked.

"Excuse me?" I didn't understand. No one had called me Timmy since I was
a teenager.

"Timmy?"

"Who is this?"

"It's me Timmy, It's John." And suddenly my whole life passed through my
eyes. It was his voice. The man I had not seen for 25 years. Not since...
It was him.

"Timmy?" He asked again.

"Yes John, It's me. How are you?" And my eyes looked at the rear-view
mirror and I saw my twelve-year-old son shouting, "Dad it's green." And I
stared moving.

(To be continued).


I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. Any feedback and suggestions would be
much appreciated at jamestatpt@yahoo.com