Date: Sun, 19 Apr 2015 20:55:03 -0400
From: J.A. Kidd
Subject: Dream Boy - Chapter 9; the End of Boyhood

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	Footsteps overhead awoke me. I was still cuddling Stevie, his warm
body felt sweet and soft against mine. I tried not to wake him as I slipped
my arm out from under him, but he opened his eyes and looked up at me.

	"Go back to sleep," I whispered, giving him a kiss on the corner of
his mouth. "It's okay."

	He nodded sleepily and rolled back over.

	As quietly as I could, I slid out into the den and made my way
upstairs.

	I found Ernie in the kitchen, making coffee. He greeted me warmly,
scooping me up in his strong arms and hugging me Good morning. I hugged his
neck, nuzzling my face against his.

	He fixed me a bowl of cereal and sat me at the kitchen table,
fetching himself a cup of the dark aromatic brew and sitting with me.

	We talked quietly. He didn't ask the usual adult questions, or
rather didn't ask them the same way. He wanted to know my opinions on the
typical subjects of school and friends and girls and life. When we got
around to the subject of the men in my life, he asked what I liked about
it.

	Shrugging, I told him the truth. "I like feeling special."

	"You are special, Kid," he told me. "You're the most special boy
I've ever known."

	The glowing warmth his response gave me must have shown in my
smile, because he slid his chair back and offered me his lap. I was not
about to refuse that. He held me and rocked gently to and fro, kissing my
forehead and my cheek and my lips.

	We were still sitting there, loving each other sweetly when Dwayne
arrived. He smiled and went to the coffee maker. "Morning," he said.

	I wanted to stay there all day.

	In the barn, we found balls for every sport imaginable, an indoor
basketball court, and even a pair of pinball machines. We boys played and
tossed a baseball around and ran around like the children we were. When the
men came out to watch and join, Robbie went to one of the pinball machines
and stayed there.

	We had a small lunch before going back into the den to watch
another of Ernie's collection of movies (one of the Disney films. I don't
exactly remember which one).

	When I asked about the hot tub, Ernie told me what it was and
promised that we'd get to use it, going out to turn up the heater. When the
movie ended, we did just that. I was the one that suggested
skinny-dipping. Stevie was fine with it (as were each of the four men), but
Robbie wanted a swim suit.

	It was great. The warm water was countered by the cool, crisp air
above it. I sat on laps and kissed and hugged and even got Stevie to sit on
mine.

	And then the party started. We went back in, dried off quickly, but
didn't bother putting any clothes on.

	I thought it would go the same way, so I started rubbing Robbie's
back and kissing his shoulders, finally having to ask him, "Why won't you
let me?"

	He gave in. Stevie watched me suck him hard and get on all
fours. He was still hesitant, so I looked over my shoulder and actually
said, "C'mon, man. Fuck me."

	Dropping to his knees, he got in behind me. It was a grudge-fuck, a
hate-fuck. He drove in harder and harder, like he was trying to make me not
like it. He failed. The harder he fucked me the more I liked it. He came
with a growl, then pushed me away and scooted to the wall.

	I couldn't have cared less.

	Nick got down on the floor with me and I sucked him off while
little Stevie went for my butt. When he finished (which took almost no time
at all) he wiped himself clean and lay down beside me.

	After eating Nick's offering, I went ahead and sucked Stevie, who
wanted to try getting fucked, but only by me. How could I refuse such a
sweet offer.

	I understood why they all liked it so much. His tight, little butt
felt wonderful as I slid in and out of him. He struggled at first, but he
got into it. I shot my first load into another boy's butt, shaking with the
intensity of it. We cuddled for a while when I finished, but there were
other peckers that demanded my attention. With a sweet, deep kiss, I left
him there and went to tend to Ronnie.

	Once again, I went after them all. We tried different
positions. Nick sat in the recliner with me on his lap, riding him like a
rocking horse. Dwayne got me on the love seat, one leg dangling off the
front while he knelt behind me and drilled me. Ronnie lay me on my belly on
the thick, shag carpet and lay atop me, driving in with smooth
strokes. Ernie had figured out what I liked quickly. He put me on the bean
bag chair, facing him with one ankle in each hand, taking his time with me
and always, always looking me in the eye and smiling that beautiful smile.

	When he got closer to the moment of release, he leaned down,
pinning my legs back with those wonderful, strong arms, and kissed me as he
pumped in and out. I was so incredibly hot for him that I came three times
before he finally sent his own load up into my hungry ass.

	The rest of the night, I was given my choice. I went to each of
them at least once more, but when I told Ernie to make it last, the others
had to make do with what Stevie and Robbie were willing to do.

	For well over an hour, as the night grew late, Ernie filled my
colon with his massive cock. He would switch from tender, easy strokes to
powerful, pounding thrusts.

	Again, I came several times before he did. It felt so magnificent.

	When he was about to lose control, I whispered, "Go on. As hard as
you want."

	He smiled down at me, warm and loving, but there was a playful
gleam in his eye. I had asked for it, and he gave it to me. It seemed to
make him last longer, for which I was monumentally grateful.

	Pulling himself all the way out, the head of his cock actually
leaving my gaping hole for an instant, he slammed his weight down on me,
forcing that mammoth all the way in. It was un-fucking-believable.

	SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP. BOOM-BOOM-BOOM-BOOM. WHAP-WHAP-WHAP-WHAP.

	Oh. My. God. He. Was. Fuck. Ing. Me. So. Hard. Oh. Yes. So. Good. Oh. God. Oh. God. Oh. Ah. Oh. Ah.

	I grunted with joy each time he pounded himself into me. I came
again, producing less, but with far more intensity. He started growling,
slamming, pounding, driving, pummeling.

	His orgasm caused him to lock up, filling me with both pecker and
seed. He shook from its strength and ferocity. I felt every spasm inside
me, every jolt of precious bliss. My ass was burning and raw, but I wanted
it to go on forever.

	Alas, he had worn himself out. With only a few more slippery pumps,
he kissed me as deeply as I wanted him to, with such passion, such love and
hunger.

	Then we collapsed from exhaustion, still clinging to each other.

	My head was ringing. Time meant nothing. The world was spinning.

	It was the most sublime moment of my life.

	I slept like a log that night.

	In the morning, we said Goodbye with long, loving kisses and Dwayne
drove me home.

	"Did you have fun?" Mom wanted to know.

	"Yeah." If she saw my smile, she didn't understand it.

	It would be two weeks before our next party.

	Once more, I couldn't wait.




	There were two new boys that second weekend. Robbie had finally
been taken by his grandmother and Stevie had some family function or
another. Ronnie was gone, too, having found himself a girlfriend. Nick was
busy.

	So, it was me, Dwayne, "Bob", "Jimmy", "Zach", and the beautiful
Ernie.

	Jimmy was my age, though I was closer to my thirteenth birthday
than he was. Zach had just turned twelve. Bob was in his early forties,
also had a belly, but had less hair than Dwayne (as well as more "meat", if
you know what I mean).

	It was more fun with these two boys. They were both almost as into
it as I was. At some point, Ernie brought out an eight-millimeter camera
and started filming us. (What ever became of that film, I have no idea. It
was the only time he did so)

	We had quite a good time, the three of us. I got to fuck as much as
I got fucked.

	Then the men got involved. One on one. Two on one. Tag-teaming. We
did it all. When I got horny, I demanded that all of them, boys and men,
pull a train on me. I wanted them all, one after another.

	Ending with my beloved Ernie.

	Instead of going into the bunkroom, each boy went to bed with one
of the men.

	Dwayne chose Zach. Bob took Jimmy.

	Which left me in the blissful company of Ernie.

	We had a slow, tender round of love in his huge, warm bed and
curled up together for the night. I could not have been happier.

	That Saturday was another series of play, love, and raw, beastly
fucking.

	Again, I slept in Ernie's strong, loving arms. I had never felt so
loved, heart, body, and soul. After that gentle session of pure loving
coupling, he looked down at me with that smile of his and said what I had
longed to hear him say (and it was him that said it first). "I love you,
Kid."

	"I love you, too."




	We had sparse meetings for a couple months. Thanksgiving took one
weekend away from me with only one more between then and the Christmas
holidays.

	The roster of men changed sometimes. Dwayne and Ernie (oh,
wonderful, blessed Ernie) were the only constants. Bob one time, Nick the
next. Ronnie made one more appearance, but never did come back.

	Zach and Jimmy were there most of the time, and Stevie (who grew
more and more adventurous) came more often.

	It always started with us boys loving each other.

	And I always got to sleep in Ernie's bed, wrapped in his arms. He
would talk with me and explain things and answer my questions. He taught me
about why the government ran the way it did, about how school was more
important than I might have thought, but also how it was less important
than working hard. He explained the idiocy of racism and hatred of those
that were different. Anything and everything I asked, he would answer as
best he could. He even took to telling me, "Let's find out." He'd take me
to his encyclopedia set and we'd find the answer together.

	But, always, he snuggled me to sleep after loving me tenderly,
telling me that he loved me.

	I didn't care about how "wrong" it was. I loved him dearly, deeply,
and completely.




	It was almost spring. My thirteenth birthday had come and gone. I
got a new bike from my folks and another round of blissful love from the
guys.

	Dwayne had become more distant during the ride to and from our
parties.

	I didn't understand why until he told me that he met a woman. He
wasn't sure if he'd be coming to them anymore.

	Without him, I had no way to get there. Ernie had said that it was
best if my folks didn't know who he was and explained the danger of it. I
agreed, not wanting anything bad to ever happen to him.

	So, it was inevitable.

	The weekend came.

	Dwayne told me in no uncertain terms that it would be the last
time. My last time.

	When we got there, he didn't even get out of the car.

	"Go ahead," he said. "I'll be back for you Sunday morning."

	With a heavy heart, and eyes filled with tears, I went inside.

	I got some happiness when I went in. There wouldn't be anyone else
there that weekend.

	Ernie sat me on his lap, hugging and kissing my tears away, and
told me, "This weekend's just for me and my most special little guy."

	We talked when it was time to talk. We kissed each other
endlessly. He told me over and over that he loved me, and he proved it each
and every time he kissed me or held me or tenderly fucked me.

	He was a machine. He could get going with almost no rest and could
go for the longest time. I loved every second.

	Saturday evening came (all too quickly). We were recuperating from
another love-making session, cuddled on the love seat and watching "the
Adventures of Huckleberry Finn", the one with Archie Moore and Tony
Randall. I remember because I asked if Ernie thought Huck had been smart
enough to get Jim to fuck him. Ernie had laughed so long and loud that my
entire body felt warm. "I don't know," he told me. "I don't know."

	Then, as the sun went down and our last night together began, he
kissed me, long and hard.

	"I want you to know that I've never loved anyone the way I love
you," he told me with tender honesty.

	I kissed him hard, telling him the same, and ending my statement
with, "Go as long as you can tonight, and don't worry about hurting me. I
need you to."

	When I say that he was a machine, I'm not kidding.

	It was one, long session from that moment on. There was love-making
in there, but for the most part, he gave me what I asked for. He fucked me.

	He fucked me on the love seat. He fucked me on the bean bag. He
fucked me on the floor. He fucked me on the stairs. He fucked me standing
up with me pinned against the wall. He fucked me in the bunkroom, with me
looking out the window at the traffic passing on the street. He fucked me
on the kitchen counter after we had dinner. He fucked me in the bath
tub. He fucked me from behind. He fucked me face-to-face. He fucked me from
above. He fucked me from below. He fucked me slow and gentle. He fucked me
hard and strong. He fucked me like he loved me. He fucked me like an
animal. He fucked me like his lover. He fucked me like his whore. He fucked
me and fucked me and fucked me some more.

	And when we snuggled into his bed at the end of the night, he
fucked me again, letting me watch his face as he did so, kissing me over
and over, loving me totally and deeply.

	As I drifted off to sleep, wrapped in his arms, I knew that I would
never feel that way again.

	In the morning, he asked how I wanted to spend our last few hours
together. My answer should have come as no surprise.

	That was the most beastly fuck of my life (even to this day).

	Laid back on the bean bag, I spread my legs and held them back and
he pounded me. We actually flattened the bean bag out. He slammed me with
every ounce of energy and force that he could. When he came, he was
squeezing me so tight that I could hardly breathe, but I didn't care. If I
had to die then and there I would have done so happily.

	He drove his sweet cock deep into me and erupted like a
volcano. After his orgasm, he kept at it. SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP. Still
clutching me in a fierce grip, he just kept at it. I was balled up beneath
him, feeling his probe hitting my insides with gusto and force. That
massive cock was driving into my ass with more force than he had ever
fucked me before, and I loved it so much. I came again as he fucked me. I
never wanted it to end.

	But, as with all wonderful things in life, it ended.

	Our Farewell kiss was long and tearful (even he was
weeping). Dwayne waited patiently until I was finally able to rip myself
from that beautiful, beautiful man.

	And then he was gone from me.

	Dwayne told my parents that I was "going to be just fine". I had
grown a lot and there were other boys that needed him.

	When my mother caught me weeping, she thought it was due to some
sense of abandonment or rejection and tried to console me. How could I tell
her? How could I tell her that I missed Ernie? That I missed his kisses and
the way he made me feel like there was no one else on the planet when I was
in his arms? That I missed feeling his tongue in my mouth and his
magnificent, monster cock buried deep up my ass? That nobody had taught me
more about the world and life and the purest love in existence? How could I
tell my mother that I wanted, more than anything else on Earth to have him
fuck her little boy up the ass one more, long, delicious, animalistic time?

	But, life went on. Whether I liked it or not, the planet kept on
spinning. The sun rose and set. Days passed and months as well. Spring
became summer.

	I was able to make a few friends and yes, I eventually got Chrissie
out of her clothes and took her cherry. We went out for a few months, but
we both moved on.




	And I grew up.

	My Dad died of cancer when I was a senior in high school, so I was
left to discover manhood without him. My memories of what Ernie taught me
helped a lot.

	It was a couple years before I found another man willing to fuck
me, but it wasn't the same. It was just sex.

	But, that was good enough. And there were a few of them over the
years that followed.



	To be continued...