Date: Tue, 23 Sep 2014 13:20:02 -0700 From: Rio Mack Subject: Warming 3 (gay/adult-youth) WARMING by Rio Mack DISCLAIMER: Contains depictions of gay sex Part 3 Leaving the bathroom, Tom is disappointed when Billy holds up and pulls even with him as they walk down the hall, to Tom's bedroom -- he was looking forward to watching the boy's smooth, firm young ass in motion as Billy strode, nude, in front of him. He glances over at Billy and realizes why the boy wants to walk shoulder-to-shoulder with the older stud: the boy's eyes are riveted on Tom's long, dangling thickness as it bobs and sways down the hall. Is this genuine boy-lust, Tom wonders, is Billy really gay? Is there real longing behind that gaze? Real hunger? Or is just a young teen's natural curiosity at the chance of seeing a spectacularly built, beautifully-endowed male, naked, in such private, personal surroundings? As they enter the bedroom, Billy glances around at the framed pictures -- a collection of incredibly raunchy, incredibly hot gay porn posters -- decorating Tom's bedroom walls. He studies them silently for a while -- really poring over them, Tom thinks, seeing the boy reflected in the dresser mirror; he looks like a critic in a gallery or a schoolboy studying for a final. Tom's standing in front of the mirror, finger-styling the little faux-hawky scruff of blonde hair on top of his otherwise shaved-smooth head. He turns this way and that as he grooms himself after his shower, flexing and pumping, checking how his cut body looks from every angle. He wants to look irresistibly hot to Billy. As Tom studies himself in the mirror, he keeps one eye cocked on the gorgeous boy still studying his porn posters. Tom decides he'll stay naked like this, flaunting hard cut muscle and long thick cock, for as long as he can; he'll wait until the very last minute, when Billy's dressed and they leave the room together to head downstairs, before pulling on the only article of clothing he intends on wearing tonight, those worn sweatpants he had on earlier, when this amazing night began. Finally, in front of the last poster, Billy speaks. "Damn, you gay dudes sure have some wild stuff up on your walls!" "What can I say? I like erotica, pictures that speak to my dick. Anything with hot dudes that gets me hard -- that's my criteria for art." "You got such hot stuff up in here and the bathroom. Fuck, I wish I could put up some cool shit in my bedroom. I've seen some really awesome posters of hot dudes on line, like star athletes and muscle-heads posing, really cut and shit -- you know, like motivational stuff for dudes into muscle! Not gay stuff, I mean, but like just posters of really hot, fit dudes!" Tom can only think how sexy Billy looks when he's enthused like this. His muscular young body seems to pulsate with energy. "Fuck, these dudes in these pictures here are so damn ripped! And speaking of nice-looking cocks! Damn, dawg -- these dudes are packing serious meat! This shit is enough to get even a straight dude hard!" Tom drinks in the boy's beauty, as Billy stands, naked, gazing at the muscle-porn posters. With his shaved pubes, the boy's body is totally smooth, pure lean lusciousness, topped off by that very impressive teen cock. Billy's foreskin hoods almost all of his head, and the thin sheath of skin lets the boy's beautifully shaped cockhead show through in tantalizingly bold relief. It made Tom's mouth water. And that sleek, downward curve. It took every bit of self-control Tom had not to drop to his knees in front of the boy and slurp up every luscious inch. Tom looks for a reason to keep them naked and intimate together in the bedroom for a while longer. "Hey, dawg -- I just thought of something! I got some pretty hot posters of dudes I used to have up on my walls at college, right before I came out. They ain't gay at all -- no cocks. All they show is pure hot muscle. Right now they're just stored in a closet in my office down the hall. Come on, let me show you. If you like 'em, they're yours." "Awesome!" Billy's excitement -- and his naked beauty -- cause a delicious hardness to begin coursing through Tom's thick shaft. Tom leads the way back down the hall to the room he uses for his home office. This time he shoo's Billy on ahead so he can see that pert young ass jiggle, causing more jolts of lust to surge through his thickening shaft. When he enters the room Tom uses for his office, Billy is impressed, yet again, at the artwork on the walls. "Unreal, dude! You got more hot dudes hanging up in here! Fuck, dawg! You sure like to look at naked muscle-studs!" "I love these prints. A friend did them for me as a birthday gift last year. He took some still shots from some of videos featuring my favorite gay porn star, Meno Bolan; then he enlarged them, printed them out, and framed them. Perfect gift for me. Hot as fuck, don't you think?" "No doubt! Unreal the hot art you got up in your house? It's really awesome, dude. You have amazing taste in men. Fuck, is this guy ever a stud!" Billy takes a few minutes, as he had in Tom's bedroom, to examine each print. There were four large, 3-foot-by-4-foot framed pictures, each one showing an incredibly built, incredibly handsome porn star, naked, in various sexual positions -- in one, he's having his huge uncut cock tongued by another stud; another shows him sitting on another muscle-hunk's cock, with the cock he's riding half-in and half-out of his ass, and his own uncut length jutting up hard and thick; a third shows him blowing his load over a very handsome, bearded dude's face; the last one shows him naked, in all his muscular glory, jacking that huge, thick, uncut length. As Billy drifts from print to print, Tom can't help but try to maneuver the night ahead in the direction he wants. "If you think these are hot, we can watch some of Meno's vids later, if you want. The dude is amazing. Gets me off every time." "Damn! This is wild, to have this up on your walls. You are, like, one sexy dude, man!" "Enjoy the art. I'll find those posters." As Billy studies the bold images of male lust depicted on each of the huge prints, Tom roots around in the study's walk-in closet looking for the posters he knows he has stored in there. After a few unsuccessful minutes, poking and prodding among stacks of unpacked boxes, he hears Billy's voice behind him. "Any luck?" He turns to gaze for a bit on the still-naked young beauty. Absolutely gorgeous, he thinks for the hundredth time that evening. His dick is achingly perfect -- smooth, whitish-pink, almost man-size already, head just barely poking out of its delicious-looking hood. "Not yet." Tom roots through another section of the clutter. "Fuck, some day I gotta get serious about cleaning out this mess. That stack of boxes near you holds some shelves I bought to store most of this shit on, but I haven't even gotten around to unpacking the shelf system yet and putting it together. AH! Here we are!" Tome turns and carries a big cardboard tube out into the study. "Here, take a look. See if you'd like these up on your walls." He unrolls them on the floor so the boy can look through them. One shows a Swedish soccer star, who it turns out, Billy worships; the poster shows him almost naked, tatted up, blonde hair buzz-cut sexily, wearing just a pair of lo-rise briefs pulled flirtatiously low. Another poster features a really hot, ripped dude, wearing a hoodie, pulled open to expose cut, luscious abs and nicely worked pecs; besides the hoodie, he wears a pair of faded jeans, pulled low to reveal a sexy glimpse of top hair, and a baseball cap pulled down over his face. The last poster shows a seriously buff cowboy dude, wearing just jeans and a big-buckle belt, hard-carved torso all sweaty and sexy, hoisting a saddle up over one shoulder. "These are amazing! These would look so cool up in my room, over by where I keep my weights. They would totally inspire me to lift more and get way cut. You sure I can have them?" "My pleasure, young'un. Hope you like 'em as much as I did." Tom remembers years back, as a first-year college student, when he bought these posters to decorate the apartment he rented. It was when he could finally admit to himself he was seriously into boys. At the time they were the hottest pictures he'd ever seen, outside of the gay porn to which he'd become addicted in high school. He remembers wanting to look like each of the dudes in the posters. Even more, he remembers that was the start of figuring out how to find dudes who looked like that, to fuck and suck with. It was maybe a week or two after putting these on his walls that he started having sex with other hot boys. Despite what he told Billy, Tom thinks the posters are ridiculously homoerotic, gay as fuck. At the time, he thought he could get away with having such hot stuff on his walls, pictures he wanted to look at all the time, yet still give off a mysterioso sexual vibe. He laughs now to think of how naive he was back then, of the obvious statement imagery like this makes about the sexuality of a young man displaying it. Looking at them again, after all those years, Tom's reminded instantly, sharply, of what he first saw in them -- the way they give his cock an immediate electric jolt, like it was wired straight to the picture. He hopes they'll help bring out what seems like Billy's shyly repressed same-sex desire. Billy looks up from gazing excitedly at the soft-core gay porn. "Damn, Tom. You've been so damn nice to me. I'm really -- I mean, thanks, man!" Tom's taken aback when Billy steps to Tom and gives him a bro-hug. The thrill that shoots through Tom's groin as their cocks touch is one of the single-greatest pleasures he's ever felt. Billy quickly breaks the embrace, and Tom is left stammering for words. "Well, cool. Great. Glad you like them, dude. I always thought they looked really hot when I had them up on my walls. I'll bring them downstairs with us, and you can take them home with you when you leave -- later tonight, or, whenever." A stab of stark sadness courses through Tom at the thought of the boy's leaving, but he shakes it off. "OK, Little Man, let's get some clothes on and get you some chow." They walk back to the bedroom, side-by-side again. And again Billy's glance is locked on Tom's thickly swaying meat. Tom fights the urge to cup the boy's smooth, naked ass as they walk. Once back in the bedroom, Billy grabs the bottom half of his thermals. Tom watches discreetly as the boy's young manhood bobs and jostles while he pulls up the tight bottoms. Exquisite. Tom pulls on his sweatpants -- no jock, though: he wants to tease the boy all night with glimpses of his thick, dangling man-cock sashaying under thin, worn cotton. A quick check in the mirror lets Tom like very much what he sees: cock is as visible as he thought it would be, and his guns look magnificent. He pulls the sweats nice and low, to leave a couple inches of fur-dusted lower abs tantalizingly exposed. If Little Man is gay-curious, seeming him like this for the next hour or so should do the trick. Plus, if they do end up watching porn, he'll have easy access for immediate stroking. "Hey, before we do anything, I want you to call your folks, let 'em know you're OK." "My phone's downstairs in my hoodie. It's switched off. I didn't want to hear from my asshole father." "Just use mine. It's right there on the table next to my bed. That way your folks'll have my number, in case they need to call back." Billy picks up Tom's phone and makes the call. Tom luxuriates in the sight of the boy's lean, young, nicely-muscled body and thick length of teen dick showing beautifully through those skin-tight thermals. There's no answer, apparently, because Billy begins to leave a message about how I'm sorry for what happened, and I'm safe, and I'm here at Tom's house, you know the young guy who lives across from Dan and Laurie's? Mom knows who he is. Anyway the shoveling's done, Tom helped, and now I'm warming up here at Tom's place. He says I can sleep here if I need to. It's way cool here. Just calling to let you know what's up, and don't worry, I'm safe, everything's fine. You can call me back here at this number, if you want. "Great. Glad you did that. Now come on, let's go sit in front of the fire and smoke a bowl or two. Then I'll rustle you up some grub." Billy is smiling radiantly. He looks fully recovered from the rough shape he was in when he first saw him tonight, Tom thinks. As soon as they reach the living room, Tom motions to Billy to have a seat on the couch. "My stash is there on the table. How about you fill up a bowl while I put a few more logs on the fire?" Tom wants the fire nice and toasty, hopefully to heat things up further between him and this bewitchingly sexy boy. Billy apparently likes the plan -- the pot part, at least, because he starts right in crumbling some herb. "Awesome!" After he's built up the fire, Tom fools with his laptop for a while, trying to choose just the right porn clip. He decides on a go-to classic from his favorite gay site, 'ManTeen,' showing a ripped, big-dicked older stud getting into all sorts of nasty shit with a smooth, beautifully-built, gorgeous young twink, a clip that always had him hard and squirting in no time. He lights the bowl Billy has readied and takes a deep toke, passing it to the grateful boy, whose eyes are wide and bright. "I almost always have some muscle-porn playing down here on the flat-screen. It's like the art you saw on the walls upstairs, only these pictures move. For me, it's the hottest wall-hanging a room can have. Plus, it motivates me to stay ripped -- like how you said you'd use those posters I gave you, as inspiration. I mean, if you like the muscle shit I got hanging upstairs, this is the real deal. "You being straight and all, it probably won't get you off like it does me. But you never know -- like I said earlier, I can tell from the chat rooms I visit, and the comment sites on the gay porn blogs I follow, that there's an awful lot of gay-curious dudes your age who've gotten into gay porn. If you don't dig it, though, seriously, let me know, and I'll take it off. But based on how into muscle you are, I think you might dig it -- gay porn has some of the best built men you'll see anywhere. And as for me, well, I just like having porn always on in the background, like music. Plus, it's right there to stroke to, when the mood hits." "It's cool, man, I don't mind. Whatever, right? I mean, fuck, yeah, serious muscle is hot. No doubt. I mean, obviously, I'm trying to get this skinny-ass frame of mine jacked more -- to look as much like you, as I can, man -- some day. And I mean, if you say they can motivate you to get ripped, fuck, I'll give it a try." The action on the screen starts right away -- kissing and fondling, then shirts off, then jeans, then the sexy briefs both dudes are wearing. Then the older stud, whose huge uncircumcised cock is three-fourths hard and luscious, does incredibly hot oral on the young dude's nice-sized dick. Tom notices Billy's eyes are hypnotized to the screen, not even taking them off when he hits on the pipe and passes it. When the bowl is finished, Tom decides to excuse himself and let Billy soak up his first taste of gay porn in private. First, though, he fills up another bowl. "OK, I'm gonna hit the kitchen. Grilled cheese OK with you? I make a mighty good one." "Love it!" Billy says, eyes still glued to the screen. "OK -- well, enjoy the porn, and if you're bored, you know how to click it off. Or try another if this one doesn't interest you; I left my folder open on the desktop. And help yourself to the pot, young'un; I filled up another bowl for you -- might be just the thing you need to relax sore muscles after all that shoveling. Plus, pot makes porn hotter, too!" "Awesome!" Billy mutters, watching the hot young stud try to take in the older dude's entire thick, meaty, saliva-dripping length. Once in the kitchen, Tom checks on the cocoa he's had simmering. Perfect. He takes down a big mug and the bag of miniature marshmallows. Then, as his griddle heats, he assembles a couple of sandwiches for the boy, using a great thick, crusty bread, along with two kinds of cheese, white cheddar and gruyere. Tom loves cooking for himself and his friends. He's gotten very good at it over the years. He's especially excited to be cooking for the young boy, and as he works, he fantasizes about what it would be like, doing this regularly, putting together nice meals for the two of them, before a night of exquisite sex with his luscious young colt. About five minutes later, as he flips the grilled cheese, Tom smiles to himself as he suddenly smells dope wafting into the kitchen. Good boy, he thinks. Several minutes later, everything plated (including a few olives, some potato chips, and half a pickle on the side), he decides to pop into the living room and ask the boy if he'd like a shot of rum in his cocoa. You're shameless, he thinks, but he'd never get the boy totally shit-faced, in order to take advantage of him; he just wants to relax him, open him up to whatever sexy possibilities might arise. When he sticks his head into the living room, he's stopped speechless, stunned. Billy is sprawled back on the couch, his thermal shirt pulled up, exposing his smooth, sculpted chest, and his thermal bottoms pulled down, revealing a rock-hard cock the boy is feverishly stroking to the hot gay scene on the flatscreen. Mesmerized, Tom stares in excited pleasure, watching as the boy, jacking constantly, begins to tweak his hard little nipples. He can hear the boy's quiet moans. After another minute or so, Tom's pulse quickens as he watches Billy let the index finger of his non-jacking hand trail down across his chest, around his ballsac, and underneath, to begin teasing his boy-hole. Tom's dick grows instantly hard. His first thought is to rip off his sweats and join the boy on the couch, where they could mirror the hot action showing on the screen. But he checks himself, of course. No fucking way is he going to put a move on the boy that could freak him out and send Tom to prison. So he regrettably, painfully, retreats to the kitchen. Besides, the boy should have privacy for this first experiment in stroking to hot gay porn. And -- DAMN! Tom thinks, excitedly -- was he ever into it! Waiting respectfully in the kitchen, he gives Billy a few more minutes of self-pleasuring. Then he calls out to him. "Hey, Little Man, how about a shot of rum in your cocoa? You too young for that?" Billy yells back a half-choked answer. "Uh, no! I mean yes! I mean I'm not too young. Rum sounds tight!" "Okey-doke, be out in just a couple minutes." Now the boy has time to compose himself, Tom figures -- to either cum, or stop stroking and put his dick away. As he waits a few more anxious minutes, the tray all loaded and ready to carry out, Tom suddenly wonders if maybe this isn't the first time the boy has stroked to gay porn? He sure looked like an old hand out there. And those men on the internet he mentioned earlier. He rejoins the boy, setting the tray down on the coffee table, then taking a seat next to him on the couch. "So, what did you think of the porn, Billy? Don't tell me -- it didn't do a thing for you, right?" "No! I mean yes! I mean, it was cool. Never been in that situation. I mean with another dude, but, I mean, it looked hot for them! I mean, I guess it was hot, is hot, obviously." "Oh well, at least you gave it a shot. Mind if I put another clip on? I'm gonna fill the bowl again and have another puff or two. You just chow down, don't mind me." As Billy tears into the first sandwich, Tom notices the boy is trying not to let Tom know he's watching him out of the corner of his eye. Excellent, Tom thinks. He clicks on another 'ManTeen' clip: this one featuring the same older stud -- furry, totally buff, with that thick luscious length of uncut meat -- only with 2 young twinks this time, both as hot-looking and cut as the young hottie in the last clip. Nothing got Tom harder than porn featuring cut muscle studs, about his own age, getting it on with hot younger dudes. So 'ManTeen' -- and another site, 'Studs and Buds' -- were his favorites. He also downloaded stuff from two of the college jock sites, plus a lot from some European sites specializing in hot, edgy, hard-core, muscle-sex. As Tom takes a few hits of pot, he subtly shifts on the couch, inching his sweats down a little lower, so he can whip his cock out soon and casually start stroking to the porn. He watches, with dick-hardening satisfaction, Billy's glazed eyes glued again to the boy-sex on the screen as he mindlessly scarfs down his second sandwich, alternating it with the last couple of swigs of cocoa. Suddenly they hear Tom's phone. Tom's reaction, pissed at having his seduction interrupted, is reflex. "Fuck! I'm just gonna let it go to message. This is too hot!" He's so fucking horny to begin jacking with the boy. But then he remembers. "No, fuck! I have to get it. It might be your folks." Grabbing his phone and looking at it, he sees it's a number he doesn't recognize, so he assumes it is indeed Billy's parents. "Hello. Tom Ryan here." "Mr. Ryan, this is Jane Deerfield. Is my son Billy there?" Tom was overcome by the taut, nervous worry in the woman's voice. "He is, indeed, Mrs. Deerfield, and he's just fine. I just made him grilled cheese and hot cocoa. I bet you'd like to speak to him?" "Oh yes! Yes, I would! I've been worried sick! My husband's out in his car, and I was out in mine. Thank God I came back home to check in and got Billy's message! Yes, please put him on! Please!" He held the phone out and nodded to the boy, who rolled his eyes while he walked to the phone. Billy got on the phone and began to talk to his mother, immediately re-assuring her again. Tom is pleased Billy decided to remain standing while he took his mother's call. He loves watching his fit, young body poised against the couch. He stares, too, as his sensuously handsome face, framed by that stringy, shoulder-length mane of dirty-blonde hair. He can feel his dick harden through the thin cotton of his sweats. He looks down and sees his semi-hard cock aroused and easily traceable through the drape of the worn fabric. He lets his hand wander down to subtly, but noticeably, stroke his hardness, jacking to the beautiful boy, hotter by far than the porn playing on the screen. He wonders what the boy might think if he sees Tom so frankly pleasuring himself in front of him, when Billy suddenly stops talking, looks at Tom shyly, and hands him the phone. "My mom says she'd like to speak to you again. If that's OK?" Tom beams, in love with this shy, gorgeous youth. "Of course!" He takes his phone from the boy, who looks at him with what seems to Tom an equal mix of sweet, shy hero-worship and sharp-eyed lust. "Yes, Mrs. Deerfield?" "Please call me Jane, Tom. Tom, is Billy still there in the room with you?" "Yes, ma'am." "Could you send him out of the room for a minute? On a pretext? I -- I want to talk to you, Tom, and I want you to be able to speak frankly, without him hearing." Tom covers the mouthpiece and whispers loudly to the boy. "Yo, dude! Your mom just wants to make sure of a few things. Hey, I was wondering -- would you go upstairs, in one of my dresser drawers, there's a brown leather pouch, you'll find it, and take out my bag of really good pot -- it's a small little plastic bag with a black Sharpie mark on it -- and find my papers -- they're in my nightstand -- don't mind the lube and rubbers and cock rings -- and roll us a couple joints for the rest of the night? Do it in my room, cause I want you to leave the pot up there, so it doesn't get mixed up with my stash down here." Billy grins, and then seems, to Tom's infatuated eyes, to prance -- yes, prance -- up the stairs like a strong, young, excited fawn. "OK, Jane, he's gone." "Tom, did Billy by any chance tell you what happened here at home tonight? Why you saw him out there -- freezing to death, I bet? And, oh thank God you WERE there, Tom! Thank you SO much for helping him, caring for him, letting him stay inside in with you on this frigid night! But, did he tell you what happened here?" "Yeah, he did. Said his dad caught him smoking pot in his bedroom, went ballistic, and kicked him out." "That's what he told you?" "Yep. No offense, but it seems a mite harsh on your husband's part, if you ask me." "Tom, I'm going to speak frankly to you. I hope that's OK?" "Of course." "Are you a gay man, Tom? That's what Billy and the boys say. Is it true?" "I am, indeed, gay, Jane." "OK. Well, Tom -- my son's gay, too. I'm sure of it." Tom remains silent until he finally gets his head around that news enough to realize he hasn't spoken. "Billy? Gay? How do you know? What makes you say that?" "Oh I've suspected it for a couple years now. He never dates girls. Never. And his -- I don't know, his LOOK, his style, his obsession with his physique. Call it my gaydar or whatever, but Billy's always had a certain vibe, a certain kind of energy that has always struck me as gay. So about a year ago, I started -- well, I know I was wrong, but I couldn't help it; a mother's concerned after all -- I started checking the browser history on the internetlaptop, times when he was out of the house, playing with his friends. And dear God! What I found!" Jane sort of half laughs, half sighs. Tom's mind is simply reeling. "Every time I checked, Tom -- EVERY SINGLE TIME! not one exception since I started snooping! -- his history was just solid gay porn sites. I checked them, to make sure. Gay movie sites, gay story sites, gay discussion sites, gay comics sites and gay cartoons, underwear sites which seem like gay underwear sites to me, given the pictures and the clips they feature to click on of these beautiful young, muscular, gay-looking male models, either naked or in sexy underwear. His browsing history is that of a boy who checks these sites, and few others, regularly, all the time. It's like he's constantly searching to find his gay life, if that makes any sense." Tom is still just stunned, speechless. "Naturally, I've said nothing to embarrass, Billy. Ever. I've just tried, in every way I could think, to let him know I was always there for him, always in his corner; letting him know he could tell me anything he wanted to, if he wanted to. But of course, boys are shy about things like that. Nonetheless, Tom, I tried -- I don't know how to say it, really -- to have an air of openness to what I've always thought of as Billy discovering his gay identity." Tom begins to regain his bearings. "Good for you, Jane. That's amazing. Listening to you, I can hear you're an amazing woman." He's amazed he can get those words out, still processing the news -- and the implications of that news, and the effect it will have for the rest of his time together with Billy. But he wills himself to focus on the woman's words, pushing out of his mind the thought of sucking that alluring teen prick later tonight. "Oh, that's nice of you to say, Tom, but I'm just trying to raise Billy into the best man I can, so obviously I need to be on top of this. Unlike my husband. And anyway, THAT's why John, Billy's bastard of a father, my son-of-a-bitch coward of a husband, kicked him out tonight -- despite all my screaming, my pleading, my rage tonight, oh you should have heard me! "What happened here tonight, Tom, was that my husband walked into Billy's room, without knocking, to remind him to get that snow shoveling he had to do done. And he found Billy -- room filled with pot-smoke, and my sweet, darling boy, holding his hard young cock in his hand, with his laptop playing a porn clip I assume was from one of those gay movie sites he likes to visit. Well, this was news to my husband, of course -- my fault, I should have shared my suspicions with him, but I just didn't know how he'd react, I couldn't trust him not to embarrass Billy. And, anyway, John went ballistic. Fucking son of a bitch! Hadn't he any clue himself Billy might be gay? Oh well, that's all changed now for good, his shaming Billy like that. That will NEVER happen again! Billy won't have to worry about scenes like that any more! Oh, my poor, perfect angel!" Tom's buzzing mind replays the evening so far with the boy: so that accounts for Billy's fury, when Tom first encountered him -- it was anger and shame at having his secret desire exposed; and Billy's behavior in the bathroom earlier -- it was his shy way of trying to make a pass at Tom. Fuck! All the time they wasted tonight! Oh well, who knew? Better to err on the side of the non-litigious. Now though -- now! Tom is beside himself with excitement. Jane is talking again and Tom hears the rage in her voice give way to sobbing. "Oh, Tom, it was awful! The fucker felt terrible about twenty minutes after throwing our darling boy out, and went out driving around to look for him. He's still out there, the bastard! I hope he's freezing his ass off! After he left, I called around, frantic, to his friends, then I went out driving, too. The thought of him out there! In THIS weather tonight! Dressed in just a sweatshirt!" Jane breaks down in anguished sighs. "It's OK now, Jane. He's fine. I got him inside just a minute or so after I first saw him out there. I let him warm up while I got him some warm clothes, then we went out together and did the shoveling. It didn't take long, with the two of us working at it. He wasn't out there long at all." Jane half-sobs her choked gratitude. "Oh, Tom -- what a wonderful neighbor! What a wonderful man! I can't thank you enough." "My pleasure, Jane. Billy's a good kid. It's been great having him over." After a few seconds of silence on Jane's end, she speaks again. "Tom, you've done so much for Billy and me already, but -- I wonder if I can ask you one more favor?" "Of course, Jane. Anything. Just name it." "Well, you might not want to when I ask, and frankly, I hardly even know how to ask." "Just fire away, Jane." Another few seconds more than usual of silence. "Billy's still out of the room?" "Yes, ma'am. The boy's still upstairs." "Tom, this is an awkward question, I know, and I'm sorry, I wish I could phrase it right -- but I have to ask: how much EXPERIENCE have you had as a gay man? I mean, sexual experience, of course?" Tom laughs. "Uh, let's just say, Jane, I am a pretty damned active gay man." He laughs again. But Jane is dead-serious. "That's good. That's good to know. Oh, this is SO difficult to ask, but Tom -- you know, Tom, maybe you finding Billy was no accident. I think, maybe, it was meant to be. Not just, I mean, to save him from frostbite -- ." She sobs quietly a bit. "Or -- or, even death! Oh God!" Another pause. "But Tom, do you think maybe you and Billy are together tonight for another reason?" "I'm not getting you, Jane." "Tom, if Billy's gay, I want him to grow up a strong, proud, healthy gay man. And I'm worried -- how will that happen? How will he even start having sex? I don't want him trying to find strange men online and risk getting hurt in some weird hook-up with an older man. I've read about these things, Tom! But you! You're a strong, proud, good-looking gay man. Driving through the neighborhood, I've seen you many times, out in your yard. You're a good-looking man, a local man, obviously kind and considerate. I bet every young man around is attracted to you, Tom. And you admit you know so much, are so experienced. And, well, I want Billy to grow up strong and positive and feel good in his skin, feel good about who he is. You know?" Tom's heart begins racing and his cock starts throbbing wildly. His mind starts whirling with the realization of what Jane is asking -- fuck, CHARGING him to do. He tries to make his voice sound as calm, as dispassionate, as possible. "I think I see what you're saying, Jane. You'd like me to teach Billy? About being gay? Teach him about gay sex?" She quickens, her voice becomes excited. "Exactly, Tom! Teach him! Be his first time! I just know you'd be ideal! A dream first-time lover for a young gay boy! Oh, I trust you so much, Tom. And he HAS to learn some time!Billy could NEVER find better than you for his first time, Tom, I just sense it! " "Thanks, Jane." "Tell me, Tom, did you feel at all tonight like Billy, I don't know, might be attracted to you? Like, did you ever get a sense of that?" Tom wants to just switch off his phone and go embrace his beautifully gorgeous, future young lover. "Well, he doesn't seem repulsed by me." "And what about you? Do -- do you find my son at all attractive?" Tom takes a deep breath, deciding how to phrase it. "Jane, you must realize -- Billy's gorgeous. He's a beautiful young boy." "He is, isn't he? Oh, I'm so glad you think so! Tell me, Tom, have you had much experience with a boy like Billy? A young man? His first time?" Tom laughs again. "As I said, Jane, I have led a very active life. Yes, Jane, to answer your question -- I have been many beautiful young boys' first time." "Oh, that's marvelous! I'm sure you'll know just what to do, then -- what Billy will need to know, I mean? And I can tell just by talking to you, Tom, and by what you did for Billy, that you'll be a gentle, caring lover. You'll show him the beauty and passion of sex, the pleasure and excitement, won't you? Of course, you will. I know you will! And you won't hurt him, I have no fear of that. Gay sex can sometimes hurt, I've read. Sometimes it can be dangerous, too -- isn't that right? But he'll be safe with you, Tom, I know that. "So, WILL you do this one extra thing for me, Tom? For Billy, really." It's Tom's turn to pause, because the passion that's been released in him is overwhelming. His hands are actually shaking; and he can feel a kind of pulsating throb of excitement in his chest, probably from his heart pounding like a booming drum. He knows his voice will have a tremble in it when he speaks now to the boy's mother. "Jane, I would love to. I'd be lying if I told you your son wasn't about the most attractive boy I've ever seen. I'd love to be the one to help him learn about same-sex desire. I'd be honored. And I'll make Billy's first time wonderful, believe me. He'll learn -- beautifully, I assure you -- all about the pleasures of gay sex." "Oh, that's wonderful, Tom! That's amazing! Teach him, Tom! Teach him EVERYTHING! Oh, I'm so relieved he'll learn about sex -- and about himself, really -- from such a kind, wonderful, beautiful man!" Tom hears Billy walking down the hall upstairs. "Here comes Billy now, Jane." "Perfect timing! Let me just say goodnight to him, Tom. I won't tell him what we've talked about, of course. I'll let you get -- get that business started." They both laugh. "And, Tom, what time tomorrow morning do you think I should pick him up? I mean, I assume there will be lots of, uh, lessons tonight, but then maybe some more tomorrow morning? For some reason, I have the idea that two men having sex together have a whole lot more things they can do than when it's just a man and woman together. Yes?" "Well, I wouldn't know about the man and woman together thing. Never tried that. But I can assure you there are, indeed, quite a few things dudes can do together. And no need for you to go out tomorrow, I'm happy to drop him off when we're, uh, through with our lessons tomorrow morning. Or afternoon. Whenever." Jane giggles a bit. "Oh Tom, I feel like Billy's going on his first prom-date or something!" "He's going to have a wonderful time, Jane. Call later, if you need to check in." "I just might! Or better, I'll ask Billy to call ME later. I'd hate to call at -- well, at an awkward time. Have him call me when you boys are taking a breather!" She giggles again, with excited relief. She's so into this idea, Tom laughs to himself. It feels like she's some madam, in charge of a stable of young boys, trying to pimp her house's new virgin off on one of her best customers. What an amazing evening this has been, Tom thinks. And will be -- way, way more amazing. Jane speaks again, breathlessly. "Oh, I'm so excited for him! His first time!" "I guarantee you, Jane, it will be memorable. Not to brag, but I'm a pretty hot lover." "I'll just bet you are, Tom! With that body of yours! I'm sure every frustrated wife in the neighborhood enjoys checking you out when you're out in your yard! I know I do!" Tom laughs, embarrassed. "You are something else, Jane!" "I just want every chance of happiness for Billy, Tom. He's such a wonderful boy." Then, as Billy enters the living room, Tom speaks louder. "OK, Jane! Good to talk with you! Here's Billy now! Let me put him on. And we'll be fine, don't worry." Billy excitedly holds up two nicely rolled joints as he takes the phone from Tom. Tom only half-hears the conversation between mother and son -- he's wondering how best to start the rest of the evening. He feels like a starving man who's just been seated at a royal banquet and can't decide with what tempting dish to begin. The important thing: this must be special for Billy. Magical. Can't just rip the boy's clothes off and growl, "Let's fuck!" Just a bit more of a seduction, Tom thinks, and they'll be radiantly there. Billy looks so heartbreakingly cute and excited to Tom, as he lays down the phone. "Awesome! I get to sleep over tonight! Mom said it was cool with you?" "Very cool, Billy. So, hey, how about another cup of cocoa for you, a little whiskey for me? We can fire up one of those joints you rolled, watch a little more porn, and then see how we feel?" "That sounds awesome!" Billy's eyes gleam hugely in the firelight. He's so turned on by me, Tom thinks -- my body, my looks, my muscle, my cock. This is going to be absolutely breath-taking. I'll bet -- with those young muscles, that level of eager, boyish, testosterone-fueled enthusiasm -- he'll cum in thick, rich, delicious young loads. Oh, what a night ahead! Tom tries to keep his pulse steady as he notices Billy's half-hard dick outlined under the tight thermal weave. He knows his own dick is even harder and just as noticeable -- he'd got rock-hard midway through the conversation with Jane, and has stayed that way ever since. As he looks up, he sees Billy's gaze locked on it. Oh Sweet Goddess, let me last and last tonight! He throws a couple more logs on the fire -- he wants the flames to burn as high as the fever raging in him for this beautiful boy. Then he decides to raise the temperature of the porn he has playing. He quickly clicks on a different, even hotter clip -- one from the 'Hard Man Muscle' site, featuring two utterly ripped studs, hairy and inked up, one in a jock, the other in leather, each with deliciously huge uncut cocks, having some of the rawest, steamiest, cum-drenched sex Tom has ever seen in porn. "You spark that joint, Little Man. I'll be back in a flash with our drinks." He wants what he now knows to be Billy's natural desire for hot cock and hard muscle heightened by the pot and porn, priming him for a night of hard-core boy-sex. The weed he sent Billy for, from his special stash, is some of the best dope to fuck on he's ever had -- pure body-rush pot. Tom returns in about five minutes, with their drinks, to a living room already heavy with the scent of pot. He sees, approvingly, that Billy has removed his thermal top. Tom's groin pulses to think of this horny young boy muscle-flirting with him like this. I was so damn right, Tom thinks -- he's wonderfully, innocently, beautifully gay! The handsome teen stands in front of the fireplace, stretching his chiseled young musculature sinuously, this way and that -- looking to Tom like a strong, frisky greyhound pup, ready to head out on his first serious race. His smooth, toned, beautifully muscled young body glows with a warm, soft sheen in the firelight. Tom feels his dick pulse and throb in excited anticipation. He sets the tray down on the coffee table, next to his stack of stroke-books and muscle-mags. Then he lights the candles on the mantle, adding a gentle twinkle to the room's romantic warmth. He remembers when he lit the candles earlier, in the bathroom, while he wondered about Billy's desire. Those were devotional candles, he laughs to himself now, lit to offer prayers for a night of ecstasy with this gorgeous boy. Prayers which have come so beautifully true. Oh, how wonderfully naked they were together in the bathroom! How excited the boy must have been with that! Tom takes the half-joint Billy has left and lights it, savoring the smoke, and savoring the night ahead. The boy, buzzed and smiling, keeps his gaze locked on the older stud's gorgeous body, where its been fixed ever since he heard Tom enter the room. He's just flat-out ogling me, Tom thinks; it's what he's been doing all evening -- alone and naked with a porn-god hunk of a man, like one of the fantasy-men he strokes to on his laptop, a man he's never dreamed he would be with, but one standing now right before his eyes. Does the boy sense what's imminent, Tom wonders? The turn this night -- his entire life -- is about to take? Oh Billy, Tom smiles to himself, taking another puff, what's going in that beautiful head of yours? What sort of delirious gay porn fantasies are you concocting for the two of us? But whatever wild sex scenes your horny young imagination can conjure, they can't possibly equal the awesome reality ahead. Thank you, Jane, for this marvelous gift. End Part 3 comments welcome & please support NIFTY badprose@hotmail.com