Date: Sun, 9 Aug 2009 02:27:09 -0400 (EDT) From: fordtbird@earthlink.net Subject: The Breed, Chapter 2 The Breed Written by: The Iceman Warning: This document contains Adult Material and is a totally fictional story of Consensual sex between a man and a boy. If it is illegal where you live to view adult material, leave now! If you find Adult material offensive, you may also leave now. If you have not left, then it is assumed you are either not illegal and/or not offended. So sit back and hopefully enjoy. Chapter 2 Shopping for my boy Later that morning as I drove to the mall and J. C. Penny's in the local town, the cool air that normally followed a wet week felt good and I was trying to keep my mind on the road. In my pocket was a list of my boys' sizes waist, in-seam, foot, neck, and chest in actual inch sizes. He needed clothing of all types and in a few hours at Penny's and other stores with an extremely damaged credit card's I looked like a peddler with my purchases in two large bags over my shoulder. I felt very good as I drove back to my place, the sun was setting as I pulled into my carport, and I was very tired. I opened the door and the place felt very quiet I called out for Mike, no answer my heart felt very heavy in my chest. As I walked through the house nothing was out of place as a matter of note the place looked too neat and there was a smell of something different, now I knew what the smell was "sage," it grew wild around my house, and if you rubbed it between your hands its smell is released, as I walked into my bedroom a small figure was curled up in the center of my bed, and Mike was as naked as the day he was born. His beauty made me blush as my prick was turning very hard, I quietly put the clothing bags down and walked silently into the kitchen. Within 20 minutes I had some leftover food in plates heated and on the table, I woke Mike and we came to the table. He looked fuzzy and as he ate he became very animated about the things that he had washed and that included the kitchen floor. With dinner over I started to wash the dishes and he insisted that I stop "that is my job" he said and I felt a warm flush go through me and I went by way of the bedroom into the living room. I carefully put all the clothing and a pair of black and white running shoes on the couch as I finished the sound of dishes being returned to the cabinet signaled Mike's eminent return. I sat in my chair reading my AARP magazine and watched as he came into the room and the look on his face was priceless but the tears that ran down his face was worth 100 times the cost of the clothing. He looked at me and said "what is this." I smiled and extended my arms, as I did he ran to me, I wrapped my arms around him and said "I would like you to run around in the buff" as I said it I rubbed his back and rump "but now and then we may want to go out somewhere and I love you the way you are now, but the general public may not." He looked at me thought a few seconds and kissed me with all the passion he could muster. "Well take a shower and try on some of the clothing." He ran to the bathroom and started to shower, in a minute he called me to scrub his back I knew if I did the clothing would still be in the living room in the morning, oh well the night was young and I was getting horny so I went in to scrub his back, and whatever else he wanted to do. As I went into the bathroom, he opened the shower door, (as a frame of reference my shower was twice the size of an average shower about 5½ feet square) and turned around, his butt looked so good I started to get very horny. I stripped and moved in behind him with a brush in one hand and the soap in the other I quickly worked up lather and started to clean his back and butt. I put up the brush and used my hands to work the lather up into his ass crack, as I did my finger slipped (accidently) into his little ass hole. He jumped a little and braced himself on the wall as I continued to finger fuck him, at this point he wanted more than a finger in him. I lifted him off the floor and onto a small plastic stool that I had in the shower, holding Mike by the hips I pressed my dick head against his pucker when I did he relaxed, I easily slipped my dick into him as I did he moaned and pushed his ass back to meet my dick going forward. We were locked into the best fuck of the week or as a matter of fact the best fuck ever, that is as far as I could remember, as I filled his bowel with cum the heat of it caused him to come all over the shower wall, I said "good grief Mike you're a messy kid" he giggled and turned and kissed me with real love. This started a trend that still continues today, anytime and anyplace that he wants sex we do it, and that has caused some consternation on my part considering that his idea of any time any place was way beyond my interpretation of the words, but that will be explained later, I am getting ahead of the story, getting back as we stepped out of the shower he had a look on his face that made me feel uncomfortable not one that was scary just devilish, I toweled him dry and as I was drying myself he went into the living room and started to open the gifts that I had placed around the room and couch. I stood in the doorway with the towel wrapped around my waist watching Mike, first he put on a pair of jockey shorts, a T-shirt a pair of white cotton sox a pair of gray cotton sweat pants and an Arizona state sweat shirt, and finally the black and white tennis shoes at this point he ran around the house making a sound that only a happy child can make. He stopped in front of me putting his arms around me and started to cry. The sounds were not a painful cry but one of profound joy, he stretched his arms upward to me and I lifted him into my arms, his face was wet with tears and he was softly crying, the first words were hard to understand but in fact the essence of his gibberish was he would love me forever, no matter what, I hugged him and kissed him (I hoped that he was right) and tickled Mike until he giggled and wiggled so much that I had to put him down, as he slipped out of my arms he pulled off the towel that was around my waist, I had a slowly growing stiff dick and he saw it, and before I could stop him he was on his knees sucking me to another load that he slurped down with the gusto of a boy suffering from desert thirst. That night we went to bed with the usual clothing on him grey cotton sweat shorts and a matching grey cotton shirt, and me with the same and as usual we woke up with nothing on but a smile, some times when I woke I was still hard and in his ass hole, sometimes I had the taste of boy cum in my mouth and I was facing his crotch. The Iceman