Date: Sat, 22 Mar 2003 21:44:20 +1100 From: michael hines Subject: young blonde boy 17 This story has not caused any problems for anyone, as it is a part of my imagination. Nothing written here occurred. If you have a problem with teenage /man sex please leave. If this sort of thing is illegal in your country then don't even bother to read this. You have been warned and I take no responsibility for your problems. Leave now if you are under 18 years of age. I have no way of knowing whether you are younger. If you are be careful because this work is not for you. Please email me if you have some suggestions as to what should happen or tell me about this story. The characters in this story are not practising safe sex and you should not imitate their behaviour. Be safe and take care. Young Blonde Boy 17 My emails were full of hatred. I had supported a war that many people did not want. My friends were savage and attacked me. I had reported the news and views of the major players. My company liked what I said but my audience was very unhappy. I had talked with the President of the USA and now placed his views over my radio programme and the rest of the World's TV. Kevin and I had driven back to the hotel after dinner with my boss. It was a great night; Kevin was a hit with the big man. I could tell he applauded my choice and told both of us how lucky we were to be happy and relaxed with each other. I was on a high and cuddled my boy on the lavish back seat of the limo as it took us to our hotel. We swam with each other, loving and caring. His eyes made love to me as our bodies crushed each other. Our room was high above the sidewalk, affording Kevin a remarkable view of the skyscrapers, lights and gloss of this wonderful City. He pushed his nose against the large window and took in the magic of New York at night. I powered my laptop to read emails and check the reception of my interview. MSN had my name and details of the chat in the news. My face fell, as I comprehended the flat and bad reaction I made with the Australian listeners and TV viewers. Worse still, my emails were full of hate. I had fucked the whole thing up I thought. I kept clicking mail open, it was all the same. Never ever had I been so abused? Gone was the pleasure of the night. I was being reduced to a rat-bag, second-hand shit! My mouse scrolled down; I read words of murderer, traitor, Bush lover, dick-head, loser. I stopped and sat heavily on the chair and mustered a big "Fuck' I've stuffed it up!!! Kevin saw my sadness and anger and climbed onto my lap. "You aren't happy dad. What has happened?" He asked. "My readers and listeners weren't happy with the interview." I explained. "I've taken sides they think and don't like it." "You were equal with both men. I heard what you said and I saw your face register your distaste for some of the comments." "Yes, that didn't work with my Australian audience. They wanted me to denounce the War and certainly not hear Bush give his reasons for it." "But he was good and fair." "I know, and I hoped that what I said and my questions would clear up some of the problems. That didn't happen. Look at these emails." Kevin started to read my mail. It was hate, hate, hate. I felt that I had started the bloody war!! I closed down my computer and carried my lovely boy to bed. We were exhausted, he trying to understand me, me wanting to lie against him. I stripped his body of clothes and did the same to mine. We both sank naked under the sheets. Kevin was aware of my mood and settled his young body into my curves. His flesh felt so good melting into mine. I loved the smell of his boy-sweat and the slightly moist skin of Kevin's body. Adonis's breathing slowed as sleep overtook him. I was awake thinking about the interview. I had been 'had' I realised. My boss wanted me to interview those people and he had his own agenda. My opinions didn't matter. He had violated my freedom and loaded the bases by producing the President. I needed to hear the questions and answers again I realised. My audience needed to be reclaimed. To hell with the rotten Media Company! I can shift to another; I had some offers recently. Yeah, why not? My life wasn't his!!! I can do what I bloody well like! Tell him to bugger off! My head spun with ideas. I will get a microphone and surprise my Sydney audience. They didn't expect me back for some time. I will cut through the programme taken by some one else while I was away and state my point of view. That will get me the sack I figured. Let's see how that pans out in radio-land. Some phone calls tomorrow and lots of emails should line up some changes I thought. Kevin's shallow breathing and teen-boy flesh called a halt to my rage. My hatred lessened as I fell asleep with my Adonis pressed against every sensitive nerve that pulsed through me. I tightened my hold on his body as my senses relaxed, sending me to the land of nod. Hours later we woke. We wriggled and looked at each other. I wanted to fuck Kevin but my urges changed as he spread his arms over me, sighing and rubbing my back. His body was sweaty and so sexy. I just wanted to love him by cuddling and holding his body. He responded and held me tight shooting hot cum all over me. Kevin was swimming my body with his spunk. I was hard and couldn't hold back, my cock shot over him. We were drenched in love juice. No fucking, just body against body loving each other. I looked at Kevin and smiled. He did the same and told me how much he loved me. I got teary and so did he. We both swam in each other's cum and wept. I was closer to Kevin than ever, he was the same with me. " Dad it doesn't matter what they think, you were good and I like what you did." "I tried not to make my thoughts open to the World Kevin. I think that has happened. My boss set me up. The War is going to happen, I hate the thought. Imagine you being called up to fight an enemy. You would to do so over my dead body." "You love me that much?" "Yes!" I replied sliding over my boy's cummy torso. "War is bad and horrible. I don't want to see anybody killed for the sake of some destruction of a bad regime." We slept some more and finally rose. The cum and sweat pulled against our skin. It was slimy and so good. "Let's shower and enjoy New York." Naturally we showered together; this was our routine. My life and Kevin's were linking closer as we found ourselves living as one. I couldn't imagine a shower without Kevin or a morning without us both sorting out clothes. Checking what we were wearing, talking about the day and planning a lovely sexy time when we both could relax and when I could fuck him as he wished, deep and hard, for a long time. This morning was no exception. Kevin sort through my clothes and laid out my rather lazy gear that I had bought at D.J.'s in Sydney. He produced his identical set. After dressing we studied each other in the large mirror. I looked like an older twin to my boy. Kevin's face was glowing and his lovely blonde fringe hung over his sparkling eyes. I rode my eyes down his body. Kevin was more than a 10 now. He was so fucking gorgeous. I loved his bulge sitting below his belt and the lanky legs that clung to light pants. His slender waist just held his pants against him. I knew they would fall to his butt as fashion dictated they must be much lower. Kevin wriggled and gained the effect needed to be a boy in 2003. I turned him round and whistled as his arse crept up the belt-line and exposed the top of his butt and a bit of the crack that I loved fucking. No good telling Kevin to pull his pants up, I knew. He had taken this fashion to heart and let his body 'hang-out'. Adonis looked at me and laughed. "Show a bit of bum man. Let your pants down a bit. I want to see your crack as you can see mine" "Hey Kev, I'm much older, I have to keep my butt hidden. You might want it if you could see it." "I want you to see mine and fuck it! I want your big cock in me now!" "Let's get onto the streets and do New York. Love you my gorgeous boy." "Love you too, more than I realised. You have cloned me. I don't want to be away from you for a single minute. You and I have shared so much. I've never been so happy." "Get that beautiful butt out the door and let's have fun." We played and patted butts. Kevin tugged his pants and fixed his hard cock as we both tried to leave the room. I squashed Kevin; he did the same to me. Our lips met and crushed as we pushed each other into the hallway. I locked the door and propelled my boy to the elevator. The telephone rang as we moved. Its ring was loud and urgent. I shrugged and let it ring. Kevin laughed and patted my bum. "Let's go and have fun. Forget the phone and the World. I'm hungry and want to spend the day with my dad. I love you so much." "I'll have fun with your hot butt. It's showing over your droopy pants. Your cock-head is pushing over your undies!" I told Kevin. "Yea, that's the way these pull-ons are worn now days." "Your cock is exposed." "Yea only for you. You might like to suck me in the elevator." "I want your arse. I love your cock and want you." "It's yours whenever you want." I'm going to buy you a new outfit at Macys. Skin tight and firm! Enough of loose pants." We pressed the elevator button and waited. The phone kept ringing in the room. I hoped it wasn't my boss because I was ready to piss him off. The only guy who knew where we were was my porn mate. He wanted my boy to fuck his kids. He wanted to send pics of Kevin sitting on their cocks, around the World. He was going to pay heaps for a spunky Aussie boy. I was not sure any more. Kevin was so handsome and sexy that I didn't feel that I wanted men and boys to view his body over the Web. Shit I had lost my commercial gain. I wanted Kevin with me, not sharing, just with me. The elevator doors opened. We walked in and pressed ground. Kevin's cock fell over his lowered pants. It was leaking and so bloody hard. I knelt before his treasure and sucked his juice as the lift descended. Kevin's cum washed my throat as the doors opened to the lobby. We adjusted pants and I swallowed fast, walking the few steps to the main door, fleeing the Hotel. Kevin's spunk salted my mouth as we walked. I was ready to show him New York. To be continued.