Date: Tue, 15 Apr 2014 18:28:13 -0700
From: Jon Hold <jonhold@earthlink.net>
Subject: Beau Cycle X08 update

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All the usual disclaimers that are usual usually apply here always. This is
a work of fiction involving friction, i.e., sex acts between consenting
persons of various ages and conditions of life. If you can't handle that or
if you are not of the legal age or mindset, go no further but remove this
material from your possession forthwith.

If you have faggot sensitivity, you ought not read this story.  I'd really
like to hear from some of you with either positive or negative comments. I
have no idea really if I'm bringing any of you pleasure or what it is you'd
like me to write about. I only hear from a few people on each story. I'd
really like to hear from YOU so I'll have some idea how I'm doing. Thanks.

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Try to keep in mind that while 42 is the meaning of life, it is not the
only possible solution and that sexual dimorphism is Mother Nature's excuse
for being kinky.  Jon



The Beau Cycle

by Jon Hold

jonhold@earthlink.net

copyright ©2002, 2014 by Jon Hold



This is a cycle of stories inspired by the art of Beau. I do not have the
entire series of his pictures that have been posted to the web. These
stories are my imagination of the time surrounding the static slice of time
shown of young men growing up by someone I consider a superior artist. Your
fantasies will be (I hope) different than mine. I hope that my fantasies
will be entertaining anyway. Beau, if you see this, thank you for some
wonderful time in a different place that you have created. I hope I can
find the rest of your work.

Jon Hold 26 Feb 2002


BEAU_X08



Toby was a bright kid, a quick kid. Alert and eager to join in on whatever
looked the least bit interesting. Toby had been born late in his parents
life, sort of a surprise bonus, and the thing that interested him most in
life was his older brother, George. Toby adored George and idolized him. He
seemed to always be underfoot to George, always asking to follow George and
go wherever he went. George took it with good will, but often said 'No' to
his much younger brother.

When George graduated from High School he decided to work for a year before
starting college. He wanted to be an engineer and the owner of the area's
biggest construction company, his best friends dad, had offered college
tuition if George could prove he was as good a worker as he was a
student. George and Toby's parents agreed that it was George's decision to
make, but were a little disappointed that he wasn't going to start school
immediately or follow his father into law.  To show their approval of
George's decision, and their willingness to stand by his decision, they
showed up one day with all the money they'd saved up for George's college
education --- in the form of a new motorhome.

Toby was ecstatic --- and then crushed when his parents explained that they
were retiring and taking care of a teenaged boy was not high on their
priority list.

After the initial excitement died down, they all sat down as a family to
discuss what was to be done. Their decisions caused a concrete pad with
full hookup's for the motorhome to be built next to the house. The house
was signed over to George and he was made a legal guardian of Toby's. The
parents would visit as they chose and the family would spend school
holiday's together as much as possible. Toby was reassured of his parents
love and understood their wish to retire as they had planned. He also had
NO problem having George as his guardian. In fact, he thought it was way
cool. George had always been the one Toby went to in any case, whether it
was with some sort of hurt, or the need to learn how to throw a
ball. George was Toby's solution to almost any problem. It wasn't that he
didn't love his parents, but more like they were grandparents. After all,
they were OLD.

The first week-end they were alone, George came home from work and said
that he was going out drinking with some of his buddies. Toby was dressed
in a clean white t-shirt and a pair of white jeans cut off so high that his
butt showed when he walked. He was cute as a button, knew it, and tried to
use it as he begged and pleaded to go along but George was adamant. Not
only was Toby not going, he was to stay at home without going outside or
spend the night at one of his buddies houses. Toby grudgingly agreed to
stay home.

George made a quick dinner for them and made sure that there was plenty for
Toby to snack on . Then he went in to clean up and get changed for his
evening out.

Toby heard the shower start in George's new room. He'd seen his older
brother naked a few times but never as much as he wanted. He'd hoped that
after his parents left that George would start walking around the house
naked or just wearing undershorts like some of his friends fathers did, but
so far George had disappointed him.

Curiosity got the better of him and Toby snuck into his parents bedroom,
which was now George's bedroom and listened to his brother in the
shower. The bathroom was full of steam. Toby grinned and poked his nose
around the corner of the bathroom door. He couldn't see a thing. He got
down on his belly and peeked around the corner and could just see his
brothers naked ass shining through the steamed up glass shower
enclosure. Toby wiggled across the dark-blue bathroom carpet. The shower
was hitting the glass just below George's neck level and Toby had a most
excellent view of his older brothers naked body. Toby's boner was straining
for release as he watched his brother run his soapy hands all over his
body. Pulling and stretching his big ball sack, pulling back his foreskin
and carefully washing his cockhead and scrubbing his thick pubes.

Drool was leaking out of Toby's mouth and he was twitching from his asshole
to his cockhead, humping the floor.

Dazed with teenaged lust, Toby didn't really notice when George turned off
the shower. George opened the shower door and saw Toby laying there,
hunching the floor. Stepping out of the shower, George, dripping wet,
grabbed his little brother by the hair on the back of his head and pulled
him to his feet. "You're about to learn about privacy, Son!" Toby was on
his toes, trying to keep George from pulling the hair right out of his
scalp. George danced his little brother on his tip-toes across the carpet
to the big bed. Pulling the snap loose, George jerked Toby's pants down as
he sat on the bed, pulling Toby across his wet lap.

Ten hard spanks later, Toby's ass was red and he was bawling. George stood
up and Toby slid across his hard thighs to the ground. "Now get to your
room. I don't want to hear a peep out of you."

Toby scrambled to his feet and ran off to his room, crying, holding his
pants up with one hand and clutching his ass with the other.

George, still pissed at his brother sneaking up on him in the shower and
scaring him like that, got dressed and stumped down to Toby's room. Opening
the door and looking at the boy crying on his Jr.. sized bed, George
brutally said, "No telephone, no television! Stay in your room unless
you've got to go to the bathroom and think about what privacy means."

Slamming the bedroom door, George slammed the front door, slammed the car
door and sprayed gravel roaring out of the long driveway. Toby had never
seen or heard his brother so upset, and he was at fault, and that really
made him cry.

George came home about ten PM. Being out with his friends just wasn't any
fun. All he could do was worry about Toby. Letting himself into the house
quietly, George sneaked the door to Toby's bedroom open without a
sound. Toby was curled up in a knot, asleep with his thumb in his
mouth. George closed the door and went to his bedroom where he undressed
quietly and slid into bed across the new satin sheets he'd bought. He laid
there awake for a long time, thinking about Toby.

George jerked with a start out of a light doze. Someone next to his bed!
Toby! In the moonlight coming through the window George could see Toby's
red eyes and tear streaked cheeks. Lifting his head from the pillow George
started to say...

"George, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry," Cried Toby, shaking all over and
crying hysterically. "Please don't hate me, George. Please don't hate
me..."

'God! The kid is really torn up.' George realized. Compassion and the true
love George had for his little brother surged inside him and he forgot any
anger at the prank Toby had pulled. After all, at his age George had always
been trying to see their father naked, and he knew that he was better
looking than their father had ever been. Laying there on one elbow, George
lifted the bed covers with one hand and motioned his baby brother into bed
with the other. Toby slid across the slick satin sheets and George gathered
him into his arms and pulled the crying boy to his chest.

Toby buried his face into the hollow of his big brothers throat to help
stifle his sobs. In-between hiccuping sobs, he tried to swear that he'd
never bother George if George just wouldn't hate him.

Tears welling up in his own throat, George shushed the child and apologized
for over reacting, adding, "If you ever want to see me, or touch me or
anything like that, just tell me first little brother... I don't mind."

"Really?"

"Yes, really!"

As his sobs quieted, Toby fell asleep in his big brothers arms. George laid
there thinking, holding and protecting his little brother as he realized
the power he wielded over this young life --- and how very careful he was
going to have to be with that power.


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