Date: Tue, 29 Mar 2005 13:09:08 EST
From: Jonah
Subject: The Mannequin 6

You probably know by now that this is a work of fiction, so any
characters that you may think bear a resemblance to anybody you know, or
think you know, are not even remotely related.  All characters - like the
plot - are fictitious.  The plot includes such things as sexual activity
of a homoerotic nature with minors - or those who appear to be minors.
If you are offended by such material, or if it is illegal for you to read
it, please read no further.
Still with us?  Then enjoy.


It was Friday and life in the office was dragging.  Life at home with
Anthony and Andrew was good.  I had found out that I could get along with
my nephew, Peter (about a fortnight ago he had stopped with me for the
weekend, and wow!!). In general life was pretty good - and the office
just didn't match up.  It wasn't just the heat, the tedium of yet another
unchallenging assignment, or the fact that the boss kept telling me,
without pulling any punches , what the idiot of an advertising manager
from such-and-such a customer thought of my last layout for them.  No it
was none of those in isolation.  Right now it was the incessant ringing
of the telephone,
"Hallo!!" All right perhaps I should have tried to keep the annoyance
from my voice.
"Jonah?  -  Jethro.  Look did I call at a bad time?"
"No, No, No,  just thought it was someone else is all.  Sorry mate.  What
can I do for you?"
I hadn't seen or heard from my brother for ages, and now twice in a
fortnight....
"Well I just wanted to ask a favour mate." That sounded like Jethro,
"Peter asked if he could bring one of his mates from school for a
sleepover, but Marion and me planned to go to the coast for the weekend.
Now Peter says he won't come with us.   Look mate - I know it's asking a
lot"
I got the picture.
"You want me to have Peter and his friend while you go off with Marion?"
"Please Jonah.  It would mean a lot to Peter.  He really enjoyed staying
with you the other week.
I bet he did, but I wasn't about to tell Jethro why.
"I Suppose it's all right Jethro, but are this other kid's parents OK
about it?"
"They left for Margate this afternoon.  Their kid already told them he
was staying with us."
"Seems kids today don't like the seaside huh?"


I left the office early and rushed home, pausing only to stock up with
frozen pizzas and Coke on the way.  I had only time to prop up the two
dummies in the living room when the doorbell rang.
"It's open", I called.
"Uncle Jonah, this is Patrick".
Peter, still in his school uniform looked cute as ever.   He carried a
black holdall.
The other boy was a surprise though.  Standing next to Peter was one of
the blackest negro boys I had ever seen.  Broad nose, full lips and black
curly hair procaimed the genuine negro.
"Hi Mr. Carr", Patrick said nervously following Peter to the sofa.
"Best call me Jonah," I replied with a smile, "everyone else does".
To my surprise Peter sat down on the sofa and began taking off his shoes
and socks.  Patrick followed suit.  Obviously Peter knew that I liked
boys barefoot, and had told Patrick too.  The two boys were going out of
their way to please me.
I poured three glasses of Coke, gave one to each boy, then sat on the
floor in front of the sofa with mine.  As I sipped I glanced at the two
schoolboys, still in full uniform - but barefoot:  and what feet.  I had
already seen Peter's fleshy feet with the plump and not overlong toes and
the pink soles.  Patrick had slightly longer toes, spread slightly wide
as if barefoot was his normal state.  The tops of his feet were deep
chocolate coloured with pink nails, but his soles were a pale creamy
orange colour.
I glanced up and found both boys watching me checking out their feet.
Both smiled.
"Patrick didn't bring a sleeping bag", commented Peter appropos nothing
in particular.
"I bet you don't want to use yours either", I replied.
Peter adopted a particularly irritating wheedling tone.
"Can we please uncle Jonah?  Please can we share your bed?"
"What do you think Patricks parents would say to that?", I returned
firmly.
"They won't know.  Patrick and me do all sorts of things at school, and
in the toilets and things.  We were going to be on our own at my house,
but Mum and Dad said I had to come here so that............."
"So that I can prevent exactly what you're suggesting," I finished for
him.  "But I don't suppose the other two boys will let me be all prim and
proper anyway."
"What other two boys?" queried Patrick.
"You'll see," replied Peter.
"Pizza!" I said firmly bringing the subject to a close.

After tea we sat and watched videos. The boys sat on the sofa, I sat on
the floor in front.  It was difficult to concentrate on the vids though
because Peter kept crossing his legs so that the sole of his right foot
could be rested against my right cheek.  His soft toes wriggled against
the side of my nose and - when he concentrated - dragged at the corners
of my mouth.  He was clearly trying to get me to suck his toes, and he
might have succeded - but for the fact that Patrick, after watching him
for a while, had crossed his legs so that he could do the same thing with
his left foot against my left cheek.  Given the general coarseness of
negroid skin, I was surprised at how soft the soles of Patrick's feet
were.  I glance over my shoulder confirmed my suspicions that both boys
had tired of jacking themselves off and were now jacking each other off.
I unzipped my fly and began to fondle my tool.  At that very moment both
boys inserted their big toes in opposite sides of my mouth.  I began to
suck assiduously whilst bringing myself to erection and more.  The time
before bedtime passed pleasantly in this manner, but soon it was time for
bed.  I showered then sent the boys to shower while I got into bed.  It
was not long before two naked boys came and climbed into bed with me -
one on either side - then Peter and Patrick came back from the shower.

Peter was overjoyed to see Anthony and Andrew, but he managed to keep a
solemn face whilst he introduced them to Patrick. Patrick seemed
dissapointed that the two fair haired boys had got to me first, but I
could solve that.
"You two get in with these two", I suggested," I've got something to do".
As Peter and Patrick climbed in on either side of the two live mannequins
I scooted round to the bottom of the bed where no fewer than FOUR pairs
of lovely bare feet waited for me.  Eagerly I began with Patrick's heels
and licked all over his soles before starting on his toes.  The salty
taste of the boy was almost enough to make me cream on the spot.  Andrew
was expertly manipulating Patricks willy,turning him on so that his toes
became animated.  I became aware that that wasn't the only thing making
Patrick's cute, brown toes wriggle.  As my tongue ran up the arch of his
foot the toes tensed.  Our little negro was ticklish.
Andrew was making the same discovery and, since he and Anthony were
telepathic, so was Anthony.   I had noticed Anthony and Peter whispering
to each other.  Quickly I sucked all forty toes(!!!) then slid over to
where I could whisper to Anthony.
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?", I whispered.
He whispered back, "Peter says he gets it all the time at school, but he
loves it when Peter does it."
I raised a quizical eyebrow.  Anthony continued
"Lay here with Peter.  I'll sort it out."
I didn't need telling twice.  I climbed in beside Peter and instantly was
siezed by the cute young man who slid his tongue into my mouth.  We lay
for ages, his tongue and mine getting to know each other.  Our dicks were
doing the same whilst his toes explored my shins.  We were both hard and
in imminent danger of creaming the bedclothes  Peter started nibbling at
my ear.  His breathing was reminiscent of a steam train.  Joyfully I held
him tighter.
Suddenly Peter was siezed by one arm and pulled from the bed.  Because of
our embrace I went with him.  We stood up to find that Andrew had rolled
off the other side.  The bedclothes had been stripped from the bed and
Patrick lay alone on the mattress.  He lay spreadeagled on the bed with
his wrists and ankles bound to the bedposts with old bandages.  He was
shivering, but I didn't think it was from cold.
"Oh Dear! Oh Dear!", he kept whispering to himself in a mixture of fear
and excitement.
Peter positioned himself by Patrick's head.
"You know what's going to happen now, don't you?" he said in his most
sinister voice.  Patrick nodded.
"Oh dear! Oh Dear!"
I positioned myself by his left foot; Anthony was by his right.
Slowly I drew a forefinger up the centre of the arch.  Patrick's eyes
grew large and incredibly white, contrasting with his black face.
"No! " he cried, "Please no!"
That must have been the signal to start.  Peter got his fingers into both
of Patrick's exposed armpits drawing squeals of anguish, laughter, and
tears.  Andrew worked the inside of Patricks thighs, occasionally
stroking across the negro's hairless balls or wiping the pre-cum oozing
from the erect penis.  Patrick had a fascinating body - completely black,
except for his palms and his soles, muscular but with no bulging muscles
- in fact he was all graceful curves; and the only hair was the curls on
his head.  All this was ours.  Patrick was clearly ours.  He had no
longer any command of himself.  As our fingers explored his extremities
his laughter grew less and less like common laughter, and more like
uncontrolled wheezing in between gasps for breath.
After ten minutes I ordered the boys to stop.  Patrick was so far gone
that he could well have lost consciousness.  Andrew had started sucking
on his penis and I sucked on his toes.  The toes were more relaxed now so
he had probably come.  Andrew would know. Peter lay beside him while he
got his breath back.
Anthony stopped sucking Patrick's toes and licked Peter's feet instead.
That gave me an Idea so I repositioned Andrew so that his gorgeous feet
were alongside the foot tied to my bedpost.  I saw Peter and Patrick
exchange a passionate kiss.
"C - c - c - can y - you guys untie me now ?" pleaded Patrick.
"Oh no", said Peter, planting a kiss on his lips, "We're not through with
you yet".