Date: Wed, 20 Sep 2023 01:38:30 +0000 (UTC) From: rollerboy Subject: LATTER DAY LOVERS PART 8 Latter Day Lovers    Part 8 by rollerboy_1979@yahoo.com Later that morning, after the boys made me breakfast in bed, I made a call to the orphanage, and spoke to a rather pleasant young woman, named Sarah who I thought might be amenable to what I had in mind. I explained that Rusty and my ward had befriended each other because of their shared disability. I really hate calling their blindness a disability because both boys have adapted and get along just fine. The boys were outside having a naked swim, which was good, because I didn't want them to know what I was planning. Zeke was sprawled out on the patio soaking up the sun, as the boys frolicked in the water. I said to Sarah, "Are you aware of what the other boys did to Rusty yesterday?". She replied, rather sheepishly, "Yes, and I feel terrible about that. The boys are being disciplined for their behavior. How is Rusty? We were very concerned when he disappeared". I explained, rather tersely, that he came to us because he feels safe here, amongst people who care about him. With a relieved voice, she replied, "Oh, thank God". I calmed myself and said, "I'm relieved to know that someone at your place cares about this boy", then asked "What are your plans for him?". She explained that they were trying to place him in a halfway house, but they were having a hard time finding one that could accommodate a blind person. Then I asked, "Now that he's eighteen, can he not go anywhere he cares to?". Her answer startled me when she said, "Oh, yes, he is free to rent an apartment on his own if he felt comfortable doing that and could support himself". The wheels in my head started turning. I said, "What if I take him in, support him, and get both boys into a vocational training program for the blind, and even get him a service dog?". I explained to her my background and my standing in the community, and offered to submit to a background check, submit financials, and jump through all the necessary hoops. She responded with, "Oh, that would be wonderful, as long as Rusty agrees to it, and you sign a waiver taking over responsibility for him". I simply said, "I will sign anything, agree to anything, and do anything to give this boy a chance at a normal life". I then made an appointment to bring Rusty and Joshua down to sign the papers and get the rest of Rusty's belongings. After I hung up the phone, I went outside and did a naked cannonball right in the middle of the two boys, who immediately piled on me and tried to pull me under. Joshua said, "Jeez, Jeff, you're like Moby Dickhead!", and we all three howled in laughter. Zeke raised his head momentarily, then laid back down, seemingly unimpressed. Rusty, with his wet red curls flattened and streaming down his head, jumped up and hopped on my shoulders. He grabbed my head, holding his hands over my eyes, and I could feel his youthful genitalia pressing against my neck. He yelled, "Now you're a blind Moby Dickhead!", as I yelled "Aaargghh" and chased after Joshua who was splashing in front of me. We frolicked for awhile, then I flipped Rusty backwards into the water. When he came up for air, I said, "Come here, you!" in a rather threatening voice, and they both giggled at me like little boys. "And you too, Joshua!". I picked up Rusty and sat him on the edge of the pool deck, then, as he wiped the water from his eyes, I hoisted Joshua up there too. I came up to them, and while standing in the pool, I said, "Boys, I want to talk to you about something", in a rather serious tone as I leaned on both boy's legs. Almost in unison, they said, "Yes, Moby?", which made me smile. They were both looking at me with water streaming down their faces, and with that blank, blind man's stare. I said, "Rusty, do you like it here?", and he replied, "Oh, yes, very much!". Then came a worried, "Why?". Then Joshua, with a quizzical grin on his face said, "Yeah, why, Jeff? I explained that I called the orphanage, and that if he agreed, he could move in here and stay as long as he wanted to. Both boys screamed, "Yesssssss!", then they both lept forward, grabbed me around the neck, and threw me backwards, making a huge splash! That got Zeke's attention, so he came to the edge of the pool and sat down, with his red rocket poking out of it's sheath. Then came all the questions, when, how, why, etc, etc. We stopped playing around and I told them that I wanted to give Rusty a home, where he'll feel safe and loved. Then I said, "Once he feels confident enough to leave and go on his own, I'll be happy for him even though it'll rip my heart out!". Then Rusty said, "Oh, Jeff, I love you soooooo much", and Joshua chimed in, "Me too, you are our Guardian Angel!", and I could see him mouthing a little prayer of thanks. Then Joshua said, "Let's celebrate!" by making love! I'll make love with Zeke, and you Jeff, make love with Rusty". Then Rusty looked at me and said, "Yes, please make love to me", with the most soulful, but blank green eyes. That just melted my heart, and brought a tear to my eye. This gorgeous, young Ginger boy was asking me to make love to him. Then he ran inside to prep himself with the Shower Shot. He has learned the lay of the land already, just in his short time here, so finding the bathroom was easy for him. Joshua laid out two padded yoga mats, side by side. Then he whispered, "Jeff, you have made us both so happy!", to which I responded, "I love you boys, as if you were my own". Rusty was back in no time, and Josh led him to his mat. He laid down on his back, and beckoned me with is hands, opening and closing his palms. Joshua got down on the mat next to us, and got in the mating position for Zeke. It didn't take long for his canine companion to get the message and sprint over to his awaiting bitch, who was hiking his butt in the air as if to signal his willingness to mate. He immediately mounted Joshua and wrapped his front legs around Josh's boyish waistline, holding on for dear life, as his cock was probing for the opening. It didn't take long for him to find his mark, and he buried his bone into Joshua. He began the mating ritual which has been ingrained in his canine brain by Mother Nature. His goal was to mate with his bitch, lock into her with his knot, thereby not allowing any precious sperm to spill out, and guaranteeing conception. Making puppies is his job, and he's good at it. I slowly moved toward's Rusty, gently caressing his baby smooth alabaster skin, and kissing him starting at his navel and working up to each of his sensitive nipples, and when I gently nipped at both of them alternately, he would shiver in ecstasy. I then started kissing this neck, and putting my body weight onto his frame. His now rigid cock was bouncing between his and my body in the gap formed by our rib cages. Our breathing increased as desire built up like a volcano. He gently nipped at my ears, and eventually our lips met. His immature lips were soft and welcoming, and my manly stubble made him giggle with delight as we kissed passionately. He then whispered in my ear, "Fuck me, daddy, oh, please fuck me". If I didn't already have a raging erection, those words alone would have been like Viagra to me. I slid back down his torso, stopping to suck on his youthful cock and tongue the inside of his foreskin for awhile. After then sucking on his hairless testicles, I reached under him and lifted his lithe body to line up his rosebud with my tongue. Aside from some red pubic hair, his scrotum, perineum, and butt were smooth and hairless, just the way I like it. I gently tickled his butt hole with my tongue, almost teasing, in a way. Then my moist tongue slid stealthily into his anus, and he squealed in delight. I tongue-fucked him for awhile, making my cock even harder, then I gently let him down. The boys put the lube between them, so I squirted some on my fingers and gently moved two of them around in a circle to dilate his butt hole. As soon as he was ready, I touched the tip of my cock to his rosebud, and slowly pushed inside. At this point, Zeke had already hopped off of Joshua, turned, and was pumping his baby butter into his bitch. With my cockhead at Heaven's gate, I leaned in and slid my hips forward, firmly implanting my cock inside of Rusty. He let out a moan of delight as my throbbing, veiny tool slid into his rectum. Then he breathlessly said, "Oh, yes!", and I started rhythmically thrusting in and out. At this point, Joshua, still knotted and tied with Zeke, leaned over and started French kissing Rusty as I had intercourse with the redhead. Watching those two beautiful boys tonguing each other right in front of me, brought me to orgasm immediately. I lurched back and forth as I ejaculated thick ropes of sperm into the boy, and it was as if his anus was suckling my cock, trying to get every last drop of the precious fluid. I kept ejaculating, and Rusty exclaimed, "Don't stop! I'm coming, and he exploded as his cum shot into his face! I leaned forward, and Joshua and I licked all of his sweet cum off the boy's face, not missing a drop. I then collapsed on top of him and said, "Do you frequently have hands-free orgasms?". He answered, "No, that's the first time", as we heard Zeke's cock dislodge from Josh's butt, with a loud "plop", sending doggie cum streaming out of his hole. Both Rusty and I went over and started slurping it up. After we got cleaned up, I said to the boys, "Okay, we have an appointment at 1pm on Wednesday at the orphanage, but first, we're going on a shopping spree!". Again, almost in unison, the boys let out a loud "Yay!!". The next day, we three and Zeke piled into the Mercedes for a trip to Nordstrom. I elicited the help of a young, handsome shopper's assistant, named Toby. I told Toby to pick out the latest young boy styles, and set both boys up with a wardrobe that would make the Sultan of Brunei jealous. He responded, "Yes, sir!" and led the boys to the Young Men's section of the store, with Zeke following along dutifully. I got myself a latte and sat in a comfy chair just listening to Toby's "play by play" of each item of clothing, telling them that what he was putting on them was the hippest, coolest, far out thing that everyone wants to wear. They kept asking Toby, how much?, and Toby would look over at me. I just said, "Boys, stop asking how much? Don't worry about that; nothing but the best for my boys!". The three of them squealed with delight! Toby said to the boys, "Wow, you're dad is so cool!", and they responded, "Yes, yes, he is", then they would turn and smile in my direction, again staring blankly. I could tell they were loving it. In fact, I think Toby was having a great time, probably calculating his commissions in his head. But I also think he was genuinely fond of these two young studs. I must say, each time they modeled an outfit for me, they looked like they were off the cover of GQ magazine. Much to my surprise, of all the outfits he dressed them in, the one they chose for the meeting, matching of course, was the classic Navy Blue blazer with brass buttons and heraldry patch on the breast pocket, khaki cuffed dress slacks, Sperry Topsider boat shoes, a white silk dress shirt, and a red satin pocket square, haphazardly jutting out of the pocket. The brown Coach belt matched the brown Topsiders, completing the ensemble, along with a pair of Wayfarer sunglasses. They both looked like they just stepped off a multi-million dollar yacht in Monte Carlo. The sport coats fit both boys to a tee, and the pants were quickly altered by the tailor on property, so were were able to leave the store with everything, along with the two biggest shit-eating grins I've ever seen on those two boys. The next day, we walked into the orphanage, with me wearing my best Armani suit, silk tie, and alligator shoes, and the boys wore their "preppy" nautical outfits. All the boys who beat Rusty up were there, some mopping the floors, others dusting and putting loose magazines away, clearly working off their penance. Both boys had just come from the barber as well, so they were sporting fresh, high fade haircuts, with one having a mound of blonde curls on his head, and the other a mound of red curls. Zeke strode between the two boys as they held onto his harness handle. One of the bigger boys, and an obvious bully, walked up to Rusty and got right in his face. "Well, look at the pair of faggot boys", in a very menacing tone. I glared at the little creep, and Zeke started growling, then Rusty said, "I have only one thing to say to you, Stan", and then promptly drove his foot into Stan's balls! That send Stan to the ground, writhing in pain, and crying. Rusty turned to both of us and said, "That's the only language he understands". And we both laughed heartily. I signed the papers after they questioned Rusty about living with me, and he gave glowing reports of how good I was to him, and how Joshua is teaching him how to walk with a guide dog, in preparation for his own, smiling broadly the whole time. Then they asked Joshua, "How do you feel about this arrangement?". He laid it on thick saying how Rusty is the brother he never had, and how helping him gives his life purpose as a priest in the LDS Church, blah, blah, blah, and they ate it up. We walked out of that place triumphantly, but as I turned back to see those boys watching us leave, many of them crying, it broke my heart. I even felt bad for Stan. Then I said, "Who wants ice cream?!" (to be continued) If you enjoyed my story, please support Nifty.org with your generous donations, and look me up as "Rollerboy" under "Authors" on the home page. That will take you to the other stories I have in the Nifty Archives. And as always, your comments are welcome. 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