Date: Thu, 7 Feb 2008 15:41:46 EST
From: Djedoric58@aol.com
Subject: THE BULL SINGER CHAPTER NINE

THE BULL SINGER

CHAPTER NINE

"Do you want me to leave?" I asked him.

He shook his head and laid his hands on my chest. He lowered his eyes to
look at his hands roaming slowly over my pecs. "It's just that...um...a
couple of my friends got hurt. You won't hurt me will you?"

A soft laugh escaped me as I pulled him against me and tightened my arms
round him. "As if I would. I'm no sex starved monster."

He didn't resist my embrace. "So what are you?"

"Someone who is missing his lover very much, and growing fonder of someone
else who looks a hell of a lot like him. I suppose I'm looking for someone
nice to hold"

"I can't help the way I look. It's just a coincidence, honest."

"I believe you." I released my right arm and brought his chin up with my
index and middle fingers, forcing him to look up at me. His eyes were of
apprehension. While still holding his chin I lowered my lips to his and
kissed him with all the compassion I could muster. I felt his lips push
against mine and I angled my head to the right to make things easier. His
lips opened and I licked his teeth, then his tongue met mine. I didn't go
any further. I didn't want to scare him. Something hard pressed against my
belly, and a faint moan escaped him. With my own appendage swinging free, I
slipped my right arm under his legs and picked him up. His arms came round
my neck and our lips met in a hungry kiss. I carried him into the bedroom
and laid him down on the bed, and he lay watching me as I finished drying
myself, his eyes flicking to my rigid tool. That done, I pulled at the
duvet. He lifted his bottom so I could ease the duvet from under him and
lay down beside him, dropping the towel on the floor where I could reach it
in a hurry. I propped myself up on my left elbow so I could gaze down at
him. From the look on his face, I didn't think he had much of a clue what
to do or what was going to happen, and he was frightened. I traced the
curve of his chin. "You don't have to do anything if you don't want to. The
least thing I want to do is to scare you, so we'll just take things a step
at a time, okay? And if you want to touch me, or anything, go right
ahead. You can do anything you want, because I think I'm falling in love
with you. Is that okay with you?"

His eyes glistened with tears as he nodded his head, and his chin quivered
a bit. Jees! He was still just a kid! But then so had Billy been, and he
had captivated me, a guy who never in a month of Sundays would have thought
he was gay. And here I was falling under the spell of another youngster. He
lifted his arms and reached for me, and I gathered him in a loving embrace
as he buried his face against me and clung to me. I lay down with him lying
safe in my arms and let him sort out his mixed messed up emotions for a few
minutes, while whispered soothing words in his ear and stroked his hair and
cheek.

Billy had been more or less the same age as Joey when I first met him but
was already mature in his approach to sex. He had known he was gay and what
he wanted from a very young age, and his father had taught him to cope with
his sexuality in such a way that he fully expected to take a partner when
he reached the legal age of sixteen. This boy in my arms was so different,
so innocent and not too trusting, not sure if he was gay or not but wanting
to find out the only way he knew.

I pulled the pillows up and laid him back against them so he could watch
everything I did to him. I started by kissing him, his lips, his face, his
throat, and worked my way down till I reached his bathrobe. I pulled the
belt undone and pushed the garment open, finding two brown dime sized
nipples just waiting to be kissed and nibbled. I let my tongue gently trace
a circle round the left one, then rubbed my tongue across it. He felt him
tense up and I heard him gasp. While my mouth serviced his nipples, I let
my right hand travel down his side till I reached the neat curve of his
hip, just letting him get used to having my hand on him. Then I brought my
hand up his side and round his front. I moved up to kiss his mouth once
more while my hand stroked his belly. As soon as I felt his mouth respond
to mine, I knew he was ready for more. I moved down the bed and spread his
legs so I could kneel between his thighs.  Once more I found the bathrobe
was in the way; I asked him to remove it and he sat forward to slip his
arms from it. He made to remove it from under him but I stopped him,
thinking it was as good as a towel for our needs. Before I touched him, I
looked up at im and found him watching me with troubled eyes. "Okay so far,
babe?"

He nodded. "I didn't know my tits were so sensitive. I liked what you did."

He lay back against the pillows, innocent and vulnerable, and beginning to
trust me. I leaned forward to kiss him again and he put his arms round my
shoulders. When we kissed he opened his mouth fully and accepted my
tongue's intrusion. He felt his hands caress my shoulders and move down my
back as far as he could reach. I broke off and knelt back to caress the
insides of his thighs and the delicate skin of his groin. Instinct made
Joey spread his leg wider while he began to moan softly. I looked up at him
and saw his eyes were half closed. For me, it was a joy to feel such sooth
skin, still boyish and, I hoped, untouched by anyone, because I dearly
wanted to be the first to show him how wonderful and precious his body
was. His penis had started to rise off his belly and I leaned forward to
kiss and lick the tip of it. Joey jerked at the touch of my tongue. I
looked up again and saw him gazing at me, eyes wide with surprise. "Do you
masturbate?" Joey nodded. "Do you want me to stop?" He shook his head and
swallowed hard. I took his penis into my mouth, right down to the
base. This brought a loud moan out of him, and I felt him tense up, his
hips shifting under my hands.

"Oooh man! Ughhh! That feels so good." All these words and more came out
between his moaning and groaning, and I settled down to some enjoyable
sucking. I moved my hands to his scrotum, gently massaging and stroking,
before I left his penis alone and paid his balls my full attention. By now
he was gripping the head of the bed, his head tossing from side to side,
and his breath came in ragged gasps. "I'm...gonna...cummmm. Aghhh!" Before
I could take him in my mouth again, he spurted a lovely white stream that
landed on his chest. A second one followed, and a third, before he
collapsed back against the pillows, fighting for breath. Beads of sweat
covered his brow and he closed his eyes. My own rigid penis throbbed for
release; I aimed at a corner of his Joey's bathrobe, brought myself to full
boil and let go.  Once I was able to function again, I started the kissing
and licking all over again; this time in reverse direction till I reached
his lips, sweeping up his juice with my tongue as I went. He opened his
eyes and gazed at me, his eyes alive with happy confusion. "Wow!" was all
he could manage before I took charge of his lips, his tongue, and the
insides of his mouth in a long loving kiss. He responded happily enough,
his fingers tangling in my hair to pull me ever closer. I broke away long
enough to wipe his chest with the bathrobe, and then I let my weight settle
on top of him and savoured the touch of our nakedness together.

I gazed down into his eyes. "Are you okay?" I asked him.

Joey nodded, and smiled up at me. "Wow! I never thought it would feel like
that. Can we do it again?"

"After we've recharged our batteries, but there are other htings we can
do."

"What did you have in mind?"

For answer I began to find his ticklish spots, especially those round the
hip and groin area.  This had him crawling all over the bed, laughing while
tried to get away from me. This turned into a wrestling match which he had
no chance of winning, but eventually I had to let him go when he yelled
that I was making him want to pee, so I slapped his butt as he dived of the
bed. I was on the edge of wanting to empty my bladder as well, so I
followed him into the bathroom. I went up behind him, and he nearly missed
the pan as I grabbed his butt with both hands and said in his ear, "You've
got a beautiful behind, kid."

"Well, you'd better think of something to do with it, hadn't you?"

"Later, young man, later. Let's not eat the cookies all at once or there'll
be nothing for dessert. Why don't we take a swim?"

"Didn't you know I like dessert with all my meals? Plus second helpings?"

"Uh oh! The dessert I serve is extra special and only served in rare
portions. Come on, let's take a shower then we'll use the pool."

Joey moved away from the pan and turned on the taps in the basin to wash
his hands. "Why take a shower first."

"It's called communal hygiene. My guess is that pool out there is kept
pristine clean for your grandfather, and it's only right that we don't
pollute his space."

"Okay, you first."

"Oh, I think there's enough room for two." I picked him up so he had to put
his legs round my hips, and we kissed as we manoeuvred ourselves into the
shower. We enjoyed soaping each other and I shampooed his hair. Then we let
the warm water rinse us off as we clung together and shared a
tongue-lashing kiss. He was the first to reach the pool and dived in
straight away. Not too good a swimmer, I trotted round to the steps and
negotiated them with care till I realized I wasn't going to have my balls
frozen off.  The warm water gave me the confidence to swim around a bit,
and I watched Joey doing his third lap, using a strong crawl stroke. He
looked really good, scything through the water at a fast pace. When he
reached the pool end, he swam over to me, smiling like a kid with a new
toy. "I wish I could skinny swim all the time. It's great!" We stayed in
the pool until our stomachs made us realize we hadn't eaten for some time,
and we decided it was time to hunt for some sustenance other than what our
pricks had to offer. There was a clock suspended from the roof about the
steps. It read four thirty. No wonder we were hungry.

Looking out for curious eyes, we scuttled back to our bedroom where Joey
found a surprise waiting for him. Elias Chambers had called in his own
tailor who had brought a large selection of clothes. Joey was to choose
what ever he wanted, from underpants to topcoats. My own clothes had
mysteriously disappeared so I put my bathrobe on again. While Joey had fun
trying the stuff on, Benjamin came in pushing a tea trolley holding a
silver tea service and a load of dainty sandwich, cakes and a Welsh fruit
bread called Bara Brith. After him, came Charlie pushing Elias in his
chair, and one of his servants carrying my clothes, all laundered and
neatly pressed.

"I didn't want to stop your fun and have you dragged into my lounge," Elias
chuckled, "so I thought I'd have my afternoon tea in here with you. How are
things going, Archie?"

The tailor smiled happily. "Very well, Mr. Chambers. I think the boy has
chosen just about everything you asked me to bring."

"That's okay, Archie, he can have the lot if he wants. The problem is
whether he can hang onto them long enough to wear them when his mother
claps her eyes on them. What do you suggest we do, Mags?"

"Buy him a big wardrobe with an eight inch padlock."

Elias laughed. "I agree with the wardrobe but I doubt a padlock would keep
Angel's greedy hands out of it. She can pick the locks of most things. I
should know, I taught her. I think I'll have Benjamin read the riot act to
her. He's the only one she won't bite and scratch and throw out of the
house. Failing that I'll have him drive me down to Top Farm so I can talk
to her myself." He beckoned me closer and said quietly, "The problem is, my
boy, I have to be careful how much pressure I bring to bear on her without
getting burned myself. If I threaten to blow her and her little capers
apart she will do the same to me and visa versa. One has to protect one's
back, you know. I did try for custody of the boy a few years ago but being
who and what I am, I was rejected by the court as unsuitable. They probably
thought I would turn him into another Al Capone. "  He manoeuvred his chair
closer to the settees and sent me to get dressed. When I came back out of
the bathroom, he asked me to serve him some tea and fixed his eyes on Joey
who was standing in his bare feet, about to try on the trousers of a dark
grey suit. "How are you feet now, Joey?"

"Not bad now; a lot softer, thanks." He turned his back to us and lifted
each foot for us to see the soles.

"While he was having a haircut," Elias explained to me, "I asked my
chiropodist to come and have a look at him. She treated his feet and gave
him some cream to rub in three times a day. She had quite a job getting the
last of the dirt out but said his feet should be fine in about a week."

We watched as Joey tried on a snow-white shirt, slipped on the jacket to
match the trousers. He slipped his feet into a pair of dress shoes, and
turned to let us see the result. Oh, Billy, he's you all over, including
your cheeky grin.

Elias clapped his hands, obviously pleased. "Quite the well dressed young
man, even if the modern trend is to wear your shirt out of your pants and
your tie at half mast! You look very handsome my boy. Do you like wearing
suits and dress shirts?"

"Yeah, but I don't get much chance to wear this sort of stuff."

 "Well, that will change soon. You're nearly sixteen; time to think about
smart instead of scruffy."

I didn't enter into this back chat between grandfather and grandson, I just
wanted to drink in the sight of a scruffy teen turned into a beautiful and
sexy kid with looks that would have any film producer drooling, and I
remembered how Billy's looks had editors of fashion magazines clamouring
for a chance to use his face on their front covers. Suddenly I realized I
could remember Billy and not fill up with tears. Joey was slowly healing
me, and teaching me to remember Billy with unending love and not grief, and
I wanted everyone to vanish and for me to take him to bed. I felt my cheeks
burn and I glanced at Elias to find him smiling at me.

He waved to everyone and said, "Enough of this, we can continue this
fashion show later. Everybody get you gone and leave these two good people
in peace and privacy, and me to this lovely afternoon tea. You too Charlie;
I'm sure Mags can look after me." Benjamin led the exodus with Archie
bleating about having to leave all the clothes lying about the
place. "Don't be so silly, you stupid man," Elias roared, "nothing's going
to happen to them. I've paid you for them already so what are you fussing
about? Get out, damn you, I want to eat my tea without you lot gawping at
me."

As soon as the doors were closed, Elias let out a bellow of laughter,
reached for a plate and proceeded to load it with sandwiches. "Joey, you're
better than a dose of salts. I've never felt so get-up-and-go for
years. Come on, you two, I can't eat all this stuff on my own, much as I'd
like to."

While we ate, Elias asked Joey about any plans he might have. Joey told him
about my Aunt Millie's stage club and Elias was delighted to hear he wanted
to be a dancer. "I'd like to stay longer but I'd like to get back to the
club. They're rehearsing for a Christmas show and I've been offered a part
in it. I don't want to miss out. If I stay away too long they might give
the part to someone else.  Then there's my schoolwork. Mags is a friend of
the head teacher and they arranged for my suspension to be lifted."

"Suspension?" Elias frowned at him. "Sounds like you've been in trouble."

"It was more a case of self defence, and frustration, " I said. "Joey
hasn't had too good a time at school, and it's to his credit that he still
wants to go back."

"I see; that's different. Don't forget, Joey, I'm here if you need any
help, whether it's financial or bullying teachers or pupils. You've got my
protection now?"

Joey grinned at him. "Oh yeah. I can see their faces when Charlie arrives
in the class. Or Uncle Benji, or should I call him Great uncle now?"

"What?" I stared at Elias. "He's your brother?"

"My adopted brother. He was a waif and stray when my father took him
in. He's five years older than me and when my father died, he promised he
would always look after me, and he's better than a nursemaid. Well now, I
think I've stuffed myself with enough cakes and stuff to last me a few
hours, I think I'll leave you and get some business done. I still have to
make a living to keep this place going. Nothing naughty, I assure you,
young man. I do have a few strictly legitimate holdings to bring in the
pennies. If you will excuse me, would you open the door, Mags, I can manage
nicely, thank you." At the door he called out, "I'll see you're not
disturbed but if you need anything, just press the button on the bed head
and Ben with come."

By the time I had closed the door, Joey had ripped off his new clothes and
was sitting on the bed, looking like a mermaid on a rock, the duvet folded
out of the way; it didn't take me long to join him. He came into my arms
and wrapped himself around me, raining kisses on my face and neck. "Show me
more, Mags, please?" he whispered. How could I resist that invitation? This
time I turned him on his stomach and showed him how sensitive the different
areas of his back were, and listened to his moans as I moved ever lower.
Reaching his buttocks, I tongued his crack while and caressed those two
beautiful mounds. Then I parted them, intending to pay homage to his
rosebud, but what I saw made me freeze, my own passion suddenly quenched.