Date: Wed, 25 Feb 2009 21:37:51 -0600 From: Sean Josh Subject: Sean's Pet Stud 13 If you shouldn't be reading this...don't. If you're sexually active, play safe and use protection. Commets and critique are welcome feel free to email: sandjlikeboyz@live.com ...Thanks 13>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>. The velvet night spread before the headlights as Sean drove toward home. Tim was in much better spirits. He searched the radio dial finally settling for some mellow jazz that was playing on public radio. "Little brother huh?" He chuckled slouching and resting his head. "He's a mutant." Sean agreed. "How'm I gonna keep up with what he's hanging and Al's tongue?" Tim complained. "Don't know. I had all that I could handle with you on the couch." Sean said reaching over and massaging the big man's thigh. "That right?" Tim pressed. "Fine hot bod, nice hard equipment, big load. Oh yeah nearly got there just seeing you get off." Sean grinned. "All good for you," Tim pouted, "but where's my creamsicle?" Sean rolled his eyes as Tim's hand roamed into his lap. "Never got any in a car." Sean reported. "Something distinctly Un-American about that." Tim complained. "Mom works all week, two jobs, and tries to see her mother, whenever she can, so the house is usually ours." "You must have had girlfriends galore." Tim rationalized. "Actually I was a complete virgin as of this April." "No." "Yep, it was late April when a good friend of mine had this interesting idea. Neither of us were exactly social butterflies, she wanted to go to the prom, and she didn't want to head off to college next year a virgin. it was her idea, she wanted to experiment, we'd been friends since grade school. So Ruth asks if I'd like to end the drought and take her to the prom." "Of course, that all makes sense, Ruth Hardwick." "Yeah! You know her?" "She's my cousin and my confidant. I heard all about this. Oh my. She was so right." Tim marveled. "Whoa there, you heard about this?" "The gritty details including the first time when..." "Sean blushed so deeply he nearly lit the interior of the trucks cab. "...you popped as she first touched you. You two fucked like banshees. She told me once you got started you both were at it all the time." "We did practice." Sean admitted, "And she wasn't shy about trying stuff." "Never forget when she asked about your equipment." Tim laughed. "What!" "She didn't have anything to measure you against. So she asked me. Said she measured you with..." "Her seamstress' ruler, in homeec." Sean chuckled. "I thought she was lying, but I told her, if she didn't want to keep you; I would. Who knew?" Tim said groping the package in question. "We'll be at the house in a few minutes." Sean said hoping Tim would stop. "Alot can happen in a few minutes." Tim cooed feeling Sean respond to his touch. "Sides I'd say you need an automotive experience to complete your education." "I've already graduated." Sean countered as his zipper slid down. "I'm still in school," Tim reminded him, "And I'm hungry." "We'll cook at the house," Sean promised. "You got what I'm hungry for," Tim said slipping to his knees on the trucks floor. "Tube steak smothered in underwear." His head slid into Sean's lap and Sean placed both hands on the wheel. He worked hard concentrating on the road, and maintained a steady straight line despite the remarkable sensations. He began to feel more at ease and in control when he realized he'd missed the turn into the drive. He'd need to make a loop several miles long or find a place wide enough to turn the truck on this rural route. As he proceeded he decided on the longer option, both for its surety and because Tim's talents were enticing him into prolonging the experience. Sean couldn't pump to assist the process. He simply needed to watch the road and enjoy the attention the service supplied. He needed to be cautious of his legs, which grew stiff and sought purchase to enable and assist his thighs in building pressure. As orgasm finally approached Sean was on the return leg of the journey. He made careful note of landmarks and watched for the reflectors that would mark his driveway's entrance. The moment fast approached, the drive reflectors in their familiar shamrock green and diamond pattern shown out in the darkness ahead. At the same time he could feel his body tighten. He cut hard into the drive as his balls contracted. Gravel crunched beneath the wheels and he jammed hard on the breaks bringing the pickup to a sliding stop. He slammed the shift into park and shuddered as Tim drank his spewing seed. The moment passed. Tim sat up. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "Nice snack." he belched. "Hope there's some fuckin' food in the fridge." Sean laughed despite still being short of breath and led the way in. He attempted to copy the omelet Derrick had created that morning two weeks ago. There was far too much of it for the pan and he ended up needing to scramble the thing. It didn't look nearly as appetizing, but tasted just as good. Tim demolished several plate of the steamy concoction. Sean ate sparingly as usual. Following their meal Tim asked for the bathroom, then led Sean there. With a reverence that inhibited conversation he stripped washed shampooed and massaged Sean into a blissful state. Once satisfied with the state of Sean's hygiene he took his time in exploring and pleasuring every inch of the boy's long slim frame. Sean had experienced like explorations from Alan and Josh on several occasions. Where they devoured him, Tim worshiped. He ate Sean's ass until orgasm threatened once more. Sean lifted Tim to his feet soaped his powerful ass and entered him with his thick manhood. They fucked long and sweetly. When the moment arrived, Sean reached around to find Tim as hard as when they had begun and he grasped the hot cock in his hand and brought them off in a torrent of mutual passion. They reclined in bed dried and anointed; Sean once more cradled in Tim's strong arms and resting his cheek on a pillow of pectoral splendor. "Where were we?" Sean pondered. "Perfectly content," Tim sighed. Sean snuggled against him and pulled up the sheet to cover them slightly. He could hear Tim's heart, steady and clear. The marveled as his own pulse moderated and beat in regular time with this magnificent man. The quieting room, the rhythmic pulse and lowing breath lulled Sean into a contented haze. He luxuriated in the strong arms and shared warmth cozy and comfortable in bed with his lover. Tim felt the young man in his arms relax and settle. He suspected him to be asleep. He brushed a stray strand of hair from Sean's brow and laid a tender kiss upon his brow. "If I could love someone, if I could, let it be him." Tim whispered into the darkness. Sean's breathed in deep and slow considering how to respond. Tim settled himself stretching careful not to disturb Sean. "Is that what you really want?" Sean breathed still unsure if this was the time or place to raise the issue. Tim tensed. "I wasn't lying if that's what you mean?" Tim replied. "Why can't you?" Sean inquired. "What are you scared of?" Tim's heart was racing. His skin grew slightly clammy. "I mean what made you panic? Why were you frightened?" Sean asked. Once more Tim looked at him wide eyed; then pulled him close. "I'm...okay." "Something I said or did triggered that level of fear in you. I want to know what it was. I never want to be a threat to you." Sean explained. "It's...nothing really...it's" "If we're going to be...friends, lovers, whatever, you need to trust me." Sean reasoned. "I'm, I mean...you, well I..." "Listen to me lets rule out the things I might find completely unacceptable and then you'll know if you can tell me alright?" Sean offered. "You didn't rob a church or orphanage?" "No." Tim responded half smiling. "Good start." Sean smiled back. "No robbery or kidnapping?" "Cut it out." Tim said actually grinning. "Just checking." Sean countered. "Be serious," Tim jibbed. "Rape or murder?" Sean teased. A tremor shook Tim's frame. Sean's breath became sharper. This guy didn't have a vicious bone in his body; Sean new that in his heart, but what if it had been an accident. If he were drunk, or angry; he was massively strong and athletically capable. The tremor quieted but did not pass. Sean sat up and looked Tim in the eye. The fear had returned. Tim was fighting it back slowly gaining control over it, when it struck Sean as hard and as certain as the blows that broke his bones. It wasn't what Tim had done, but what was done to Tim. "You were raped?" Sean whispered. Tim quaked. "Oh Tim." Sean kissed away the tear that appeared on his cheek. "Did you tell." "No!" Tim gasped. "Why, you can't let someone get away with that." Sean said feeling a rage he hadn't known since he was eleven. "Its too late, he's gone." "So why not tell, why protect him?" "Cause his family's still there and they don't deserve it." Tim rasped as the tears rolled down his chiseled jaw, "'cause it's my family." Sean was overwhelmed by the revelation. He clung hard to Tim not knowing what to say or do. He'd pried open this Pandora's box, and its contents were every bit as dark and morbid as any he harbored in his own. "We lived in Chicago. My dad's family had been cops in the city for five generations. Dad was killed in the line. I was six when it happened. Run over during a normal traffic stop. Something about bad brakes and tired truck driver. There was plenty of money from the insurance and the PBA, but Mom took it badly and drank to help get over it. My uncle helped raise us. Dad's younger brother, he was on the force, a detective. He helped raise us. Tried to get Mom to stop drinking. When I was twelve..." Tim shuddered. "Stop," Sean begged. "You don't need to." "Maybe I do," Tim said drawing a ragged breath. "Maybe it's time you to met Timmy." "I was twelve." Tim began again. "We were going to go on some fishing trip in the morning; this big charter boat with my uncle and a few of his buddies on the lake. I woke up. It was late. The three of them were in the living room. In their underwear, drinking, smoking cigars. There was porn on the T.V. I could see they were all hard, strokin' each other watchin' the tube. My uncle catches me spyin' on `em. He see's I got a woody. I was a big kid. Tall as you are now, probably weighed a little more. He drags me in the room. My dick won't go down. They laugh. He fondles me. It felt okay. He told me to do the same to him. I did. They laughed some more." "That's enough." Sean ordered. "That's enough!" "Who wouldn't be hot to get of piece of this." Tim remembered. "That's what he said when he peeled down my briefs. No one was watching the video any more. I was the center of attention. I don't know how long. i don't know many times. I cried. I fought. They raped me; over and over. Every time I resisted, every time I complained, my body would betray me, my dick would get hard, and they'd laugh at the little faggot." "Please stop." Sean pleaded. "No, you need to know, you're right, so I'm gonna tell you. It didn't stop then. I never saw his friends again, but he became a regular fixture in my life. Mom thought it was wonderful. I had a male role model; a decorated hero of the force. One that forced me to suck his cock, and dragged me to clubs where men showed off their boys, their little faggot playthings. He had pictures of me, and Video. He threatened me with them, said he'd post the pictures online; send them to the family. I started to drink. There was always booze at his place, and the places he'd take me. Mom drank, she never suspected I was in her stock of vodka. I was good at three things, sex, drinking and sports. At school Sports was my salvation. I was still growing. Getting stronger. I had great coordination despite the booze. One night when we got back from a club, he was pretty fucked up and passed out. I went through his place. I found it all hidden in the basement. I wasn't the only one, there had been, or were others. I destroy it all; the pictures the negatives, the tapes. He woke up cause the smell of the burning tapes and negatives was nasty. He was pissed. He came at me, but like I said he was drunk. I beat the shit outta him. Told him I'd mailed pictures of him and little boys to his superiors." "Was that it?" Sean hoped as Tim came to a pause. "No but we're nearly to the bottom," Tim said taking a deep drink from the glass on the bedside table. "A day or two later he was dead. Shot in the line. Walked up to an armed robber they had trapped in some store he was trying to rob. They gave him a commissioner's funeral; pipers, horse drawn caisson, an entire division on foot for an escort. The mayor was there. His colleagues seemed to think something was wrong. He'd had every opportunity to draw down on the guy, he simply hadn't. I think he was too scared to kill himself, so he let the bad guy do it for him. I wasn't. I was fourteen. I couldn't tell everyone the hero of the city was a child molester. I couldn't break grandma's heart, or my sisters, or his other siblings. I couldn't disgrace the family. I was alcoholic and still got hard for the kind of sex that had started it all. My body responded to every caress, every degradation, every abuse. I craved it. Family poured in from all over. I met cousins and aunts and Uncles I'd never heard of before. Mom was as drunk as ever, and I'd had enough. I knew where my father's service revolver was, and I took it to my room. I wrote a lame note about breaking up with some girl. I was ready to go. Then I met Derrick. He'd come down with his family, my Mom's cousins. He was a cute little thirteen year old, not very different than he is now really. I knew he was interested the first time he looked at me. It had been weeks since I'd had sex. We stole away and locked ourselves in my room. It was so strange. For the first time ever I was with a peer. I was hot to have him, and didn't have a clue how to get started. I'd never initiated sex in my life. It'd always been commanded or taken from me. He led the way. It was different in ways I couldn't begin to fathom. I was half potted and fell asleep afterward. I woke up feeling miserable and hung over. I felt like that time had come. I pulled the shoebox from under my bed. The gun was gone. So was my note. He'd left one in its place. Said he'd return today, and that we needed to talk would I please wait, because he didn't want to loose his new found friend." Tim broke down. Sobbing and quaking. Sean held him tight and rocked him till he slowly regained control. "I'd never had a friend. Not a real one. Derrick came over early that day. We talked all day long. He never mentioned the gun or the note, and neither did I. We discussed my past, and the fact that I drank. A point he'd already breached with his parents. I don't remember a day without him visiting that summer. He was everything I needed. He stroked my ego, my emotions, and my libido. He understood why I couldn't tell them. Yet he challenged me. I began to see that I hadn't caused the problem. Things moved very quickly after that. My Grandfather came and talked to Mom. Seems my uncles insurance and PBA cash were ours as well; some payment for all my services. Mom and I were both placed in treatment. Some pretty cool people worked with me, and I met plenty of other kids my age with problems like mine. I haven't had a drop since. In the meantime Grandpa sold the house. We moved here. I started high school in a new town, a new boy, with a new future." Sean was dumbstruck. He'd never imagined the depth of the issues being plumbed here. "I still see a councilor occasionally, and yes they know the whole story, but professional standards don't allow them to breach the topic with my family, and seeing the perp is dead they aren't enjoined to report it as primary responders. Derrick told me all this. He did it so could tell a professional. His Dad's an attorney and his Mom's a social worker in for the school system, did you know that?" "Yeah we've met socially and professionally," Sean replied. "Professionally, really; a story we need to share?" Tim said biting his lip. "Yes, a story we need to share." Sean grinned sheepishly. "So this still doesn't explain what you said. At least I don't see the connection. I'd never force you, I couldn't force you." "You could. You've seen it. I'm a real psycho sub bottom." Tim said labeling himself. "And I won't go back there, I won't no matter what it takes to stop it. I won't be Timmy again Sean shivered at the implication. "And I know I could do it. I waited because Derrick asked me to wait. First person that ever really showed any concern for me; that saw who I was and liked me anyway. I couldn't disappoint him." "And haven't there been others since?" Sean asked. "Hasn't that list grown along with you? Aren't Cons and Mick yours, your buds, your friends, your protectors. They look after you like pair of trained guard dogs. Would you disappoint Derrick now? After watching you come so far, watching you grow and heal. Do you think he wouldn't be disappointed if you left?" "You think this scared and abused little boy hiding in a bottle of booze is who your are? He died. He was shot dead by a bad guy in Chicago years ago. You're the hero. You're the guy that wins the game. That stands up for the punk kid. That sacrifices himself for his friends when it could cost him his future. That's not some mask you wear to hide behind that's who you've become. The problem is you can't see yourself, but we know who you are." "I ended up in the hospital to defend my brother from my dad," Sean said fighting back tears. "He would have killed Josh. Mom wouldn't leave him to save herself, but she left him to protect us. That's what people who love each other do. It's clear to me now, so clear, if you want to love me you can, all you have to do is say goodbye to little Timmy and be my man, Tim." "You're man?" Tim said brushing the tears away. "Yeah my man." Sean beamed. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The bedroom door creaked inward slowly. Josh peeked in to find Tim spooned behind Sean an arm slung around his waist. "There's a sight to make you ache." Josh said opening the door wide enough to let Derrick see. "I already ache," Derrick said, "close the door and let them have some privacy. Mickey and Conrad were waiting in the living room. Al and Chris were in the kitchen raiding the fridge. "They seem fine. I'll give the house a call in a few hours and let his Mom know he's here." Derrick assured them, "catch you two sometime this week, we need to talk." "You thinking of expanding the number?" Josh teased. "What are you talking about you just said goodnight to five and six. Number seven is sleeping with your brother in his arms." Derrick yawned. "Besides If you hadn't noticed we didn't really take part in tonight's festivities unless you counting exhibitionism." Derrick paused in the kitchen doorway as Al smeared something edible across Chris' chest. He grabbed a blanket from the hall closet and dragged Josh off toward the sin bin which was parked in the driveway. "Why can't I sleep in my own bed?" Josh asked as they climbed into the van. "Because Sean deserves a little privacy. "Why does he warrant such consideration?" Josh puzzled. "Are you blind? Haven't you noticed anything that's gone on the past two weeks? He's been the catalyst of everything that's happened. He brought us together. He's added to our circle of friends, and it looks like he and Tim are getting along pretty well. Now come cuddle with me so I can sleep." "Cuddle with you? You've got to be kidding me. That's so gay!" Josh grinned tackling Derrick into the blankets.