Date: Fri, 2 Sep 2005 15:11:52 +1200 (NZST) From: arthur carkkek Subject: bills boy/adult youth BILL'S BOY By Arthur Authors Note: Well hello readers, it's been a long time since my last posting But due to many factors, it could not be avoided. I hope that this new short tale will make up for the long delay and that you will all forgive my tardiness. If I have to repeat all the usual warnings about age and things then you shouldn't be in here reading all this stuff. Just remeber that the stories I produce are fictional and are copyright to me so be a good lad and respect them. The author maybe contacted at artcart101@yahoo.com The day was, as usual for early Autumn, cold and overcast with a stiff Southerly wind blowing that cut through you like a knife through soft butter. The temptation to stay wrapped warmly up in bed was overpowering and the feeling of lethargy just added to the lack of desire to move from the warm haven of a comfortable bed. Unemployed by choice, Bill Statten lay watching the grey misty clouds race past his tightly closed window, the seeping warmth of the interior heating system kept the house at a nice steady 20 degrees celcius while the rain and wind ravaged those unfortunate enough to have to go out in it. Bill was not wealthy like some, but, to his mind he was satisfactorly self sufficient in the monetary department and lacked nothing for his own comfort save one small item, company. Not any company, but the company of a particular type of person, or in his case a teen type of person and the male gender was the only other prerequisite. Bill liked mid teen boys, old enough to be legal and young enough too be healthy virile fun. For a man in his early Forties, Bill was still ruggerdly good looking and although his personal preference was as a bottom it did not detract from his almost straight looks and actions. To Bill it was the feeling of someone inside him that gave the most satisfaction and when the occassion took him he could also perform as a top, but this happened rarely, just like his sex life. Bill was not an abstainer, far from it, it was just that he was very particular about whom he slept with and this limited his choices to the extent that his bed was not filled very often. His favourite pastime had mostly been window shopping as his few friends called it, sitting in the mall or park and watching the youths walking about while he ran various scenarios through his mind about being with one or the other that took his fancy. While in most day to day dealings, Bill could be assertive and blunt to the point of showing arrogance, when it came to chatting to young guys he became withdrawn and defensive to the point of fear. His home was a two bedroom town house on the edge of the city center where he had the best oppotunity too watch all the talent amble past on its different errands or appointments, the fact that not more than 100 meters away was an all boys highschool had also helped Bill to make up his mind to purchase the town house. His rough estimate was that there were something close to six hundred boys enrolled there and at even the minimum odds, there had too be some of them that prefered male company, if they prefered older male company was another thing and Bill would never have the courage to go and ask them anyhow. It was the sights and thoughts that delighted him on a fine day as he watched all the boys leaving at 3.15pm sharp in a cacophony of shouting and rough house play. Finally, at 10.30am, Bill decided he had been lazy enough and rose from the comfort of his bed to put on the morning coffee while he had his morning shower and thought of the lost day it would be because he could not take his usual chair out onto the balcony too watch the afternoon parade of vibrant young flesh as it left the school gates this afternoon. His home was on the first floor and was close enough to the street to be able to get a clear and uninterupted view of the daily parade, only the habit of todays young men of wearing loose baggy clothes limited his daily enjoyment and, as often happened, he would gaze at the boys as they sloped along with their baggy trousers hanging off their slender hips while he waited for the unexpected too happen and see some poor hapless teens pants fall to the ground and show off his boxers underneath, a fantasy that brought many a smile to his lips. As he showered, Bill heard the heavier rata-tat-tat of approaching hail stones that threw him into an even deeper gloom, all the boys would have made arrangements to be picked up by parents or friends on a day like this so even his anticipation of a dimly seen figure in the rain was now also a dim prospect. Drying off in front of the large bathroom mirror, Bill gave out an exasperated and over emphasized sigh of the long suffering, shrugged his shoulders, smiled at himself in the mirror and donned his fleecey robe to go to the kitchen for his coffee. The grey dullness of the day did not penetrate Bills house, only his thoughts remained in sinc with the outside weather, the brightness of the stainless steel and shiney white tiles of the kitchen were a temporary relief from the outside influences of Mr. Weatherman. By 11.30am, Bill was seated in front of his computer doing the daily accounts, paying what bills need to be paid and checking his current online bank account, all normal routine for him each day. He was dressed in his usual stay at home clothes, form fitting tee shirt that showed a well maintained body, and skin tight spandex cycling shorts. Bill didn't cycle, he just liked the close feel and fit of the spandex and as no one visited him very often, he could indulge his small fetish. His manhood was respectable although not outsized and the front pouch kept him nice and comfortably contained. The added advantage of the spandex was, that should on the odd occassion, Bill spot one boy that was exceptional, the spandex gave him room to grow without the restriction of normal tight pants, after all, who was there to see him on those odd moments of self satisfaction. After having a smile at the small rise in his share portfolio, Bill clicked over to his favourite archives to do a little self indulgent reading to occupy his fruitless day, the saddness of not seeing his private parade of young flesh eliciting another heartfelt sigh as he waited for the menu page too appear. It was only a sudden increase in the traffic noise outside that made Bill aware that it was afternoon, he had been enthralled by the story posted by a new author and had not noticed the time slipping away into mid afternoon. Bill looked up from his screen, shrugged his shoulders in resignation and went back to the story, maybe tomorrow will be fine and he would see his personal parade again then. Bill finished reading the story and was happy that at last a new author had appeared with a good story line interwoven with a little sex that blended well with the intent of the characters, he placed the authors name on his list of those to be watched and settled back into his chair, the clock on the wall chimed out its four strokes and Bill wondered what he should do for the rest of the day. Stay in and cook, go out and dine, watch a movie, watch TV, have a solo drink, go to a bar for company, decisions, decisions, a sharp rap on his front door brought him out of his reverie. 'Now who the hell could that be on a day like today' he thought to himself, almost wearily, he rose from the chair and went to the front door to answer his own question. The last of the heat created in his groin by the story, left him, as he made his way to the now persistant knocking. Bill threw open the door and with a small hiss of his breath, looked at the young teen standing there, well he was more of the drowned rat variety of teen as he stood with his right hand raised to repeat the knocking, a pool of water was settling around his feet as it ran off his sodden school uniform, shaggy brown hair hung in wet tendrils around his face and shoulders, his deep green eyes had a begging look about them as he stared up at Bill standing before him. "Excuse me Sir, I'm sorry to bother you, my names Peter Rice, I've seen you sitting on the balcony most days when we get out of school and I was hoping you could help me?" Wild thoughts about how he would like to help this teen, rushed in a mad cap race through Bills mind but, instead he said. "What's the trouble Peter Rice?" "It's my Father Sir, he was meant to pick me up after school today but must have forgotten, my cell phone is flat and the public phone on the street is out of order, would I be able to use your phone to call him, please?" Bill almost blushed as he felt his nether regions react to the youth standing before him and hoped the boy would not notice as he turned quickly and invited the boy to go ahead and use the phone in the hallway. Not hearing the boy move, Bill looked back over his shoulder to see where he was, the boy was still standing at the door a look of hesitancy in his lurid green eyes. "What's the matter, Peter Rice?" Bill let a small smile flit over his face as the boy looked startled. "Well I'm all wet and, ahm, I'll drip all over your floor." "Don't worry about it Peter Rice, just come on in, it's only water." "Well maybe I can take my shoes and sox off, if you had a spare towel to wrap around me so my clothes won't drip everywhere." "Ok, you take off your shoes and sox and I'll get a towel for you." Bill left the boy kneeling on the floor loosening his laces while he went to get a bath towel for him. Taking a warm dry towel off the heated rack in the bathroom, Bill returned to the hall where he came to a sudden, gape mouthed stop as he saw Peter Rice standing in the hall naked except for a pair of pale blue tight fitting boxers that clung to his slim frame from the soaking they had recieved as he waited in the rain for his Father. The boy stood there with his hands clasped protectively over his hidden assest, his clothes a wet, shapeless pile on the floor at his feet, he was shaking from the wet and cold as he looked beggingly at the towel in Bills hands. With a small start, Bill shook off the image before him and with a shaking hand, offered it to the boy. "Here you are Peter Rice, wrap this around you and warm up a bit, the phones over there, If you want me I'll be in that room over there, just call if there's anything else." With a stuttering brought on by the cold, Peter answered. "Th..Thankyou, Sir." "Bill." "Uh?" "My name, It's Bill, Bill Statten." "Oh, yeah, thanks Mr. Statten, I won't be long on the phone." "It's Ok Peter Rice, take all the time you need, there's no hurry." "Uhm, Mr. Statten?" "Yes?" "Why do you call me Peter Rice all the time?" "Just an old joke of mine Peter, there is that Better?" "Yes thank you Mr. Statten, Peter's fine." "Ok, go make your call, I'll be inside when your'e all done." "Thanks again Mr. Statten." Bill smiled at him and turned to go back to the lounge come office, the thought of what was now hidden under the too big towel bringing a shiver of delight to his dreary day. As he sat in front of the computer, Bill could hear Peter on the phone as he talked with his father about being picked up from school, five minutes later there was a soft cough at the door which made Bill turn in his chair. "All sorted out Peter?" "Well sort of Mr. Statten." "Then why so glum?" "I could only get Dads secretary, she said he has gone away for business for ten days, he left this morning and didn't tell me about it. I'll have to find some other way to get home." "What about calling your Mother?" "I..I don't have a Mother, there's only Dad and I." "Ok, well then where do you live?" Peter gave him the name of his suburb, it was about fourty minutes away and it would soon be rush hour, if it hadn't started already. "Ok Peter, I can drive you home, it's not a problem, but, we have to do something about your clothes. Rush hour is starting about now, are you happy to stay here for an hour or so while I put your clothes in the dryer for you, we can't have you walking out of here dressed like that." Bill gave the boy a kind smile and was returned with the same. "I'm sorry to be such a pain Mr. Statten." "You're not a pain Peter, it's just one of those things that happens from time to time, we all have days like that, besides, you've brightened up my day so it's not all bad. Now, I'll have to see if I can find something for you too wear while your clothes are drying." Peter let a soft blush run over his face as Bill looked him over from head to foot. "Uhm, I don't think I've got anything in your size Peter, but if you don't mind some over large sizes then you should be ok." "Ah.. Mr. Statten, what about those kind of pants you wear, they stretch to all sizes don't they?" "Yes, yes they do, but..ahh, won't they be a bit tight for you?" "No that's ok, they look comfortable and with a tee shirt they should be ok." "Ok then, you grab your clothes and put them in that room over there for me to put in the dryer and I'll see what I can find for you." When Bill returned, Peter was still standing in the center of the room with the towel draped over his shoulders and tightly clasped in the front by one slender long fingered hand, at that moment Bill noticed that his feet were almost a mirror image of his hands, the toes long and slender but well formed, they suited the boy nicely. he handed the thin spandex shorts and a tee shirt to the boy, who took them with his free hand and turned his back to put them on, it was then that Bill noticed that, whereas before he could just see the bottoms of the boxer legs showing from beneath the oversized towel, now there was no sign of them, raging thoughts ran through his mind of what the boy would look like in those skin tight spandex. Peter turned his back and somehow managed to keep the towel draped on his shoulders as he bent forward with the shorts to put them on, as he did so, Bill caught a very brief glimpse of the boys upper thighs with just a hint of pale cheek above them. All to soon the boy was straightening up and, after wrapping the towel around his waist, pulled on the oversized tee shirt, then, with a slightly red face, turned to face Bill as he unwrapped the towel to hand it back. For the second time in an hour, Bills breath caught in his throat as he saw the boy again, the teeshirt was baggy and hung low over the shorts but, not enough to hide the outline of the boys small head as it lay down his inner thigh and, quite respectable it looked as well. The shorts clung to the nicely developed thighs and flexed as the boy moved his feet to hand back the towel. "Thank you Mr. Statten." "Call me Bill please Peter, you make me feel so damn old with the Mr." "Sorry Bill, thanks." "Ok Peter, you find a seat somewhere and I'll go put your clothes in the dryer, by the time they're ready the traffic should have thinned down a bit and I'll take you home." "Thanks again Bill." "It's ok Peter, no problem." Bill turned to the laundry room and placed all of Peters clothes inside and turned it on, as he returned to the lounge, Bill started as he saw Peter sitting in a lounge chair with his eyes glued to the computer screen. 'Shit' thought Bill, 'the bloody desktop picture'. It was a picture of a young teen boy in swimming togs, laying on a sun drenched beach with the outline of a half erection showing plainly through the whiteness of the speedoes. Bill moved quickly to shut down the computer as he blushed a little at his thoughtlessness. with as much aplomb as he could muster, Bill turned to Peter. "Sorry about that Peter. Now how about telling me a bit about yourself while we wait, oh, sorry would you like something to eat and a hot drink, you must still be frozen after getting soaked like that." "I don't want to be a bother Bill, but a hot drink would be nice." "Ok, you wait here and I'll go make one, won't be long." On his return with two large mugs of hot chocolate, Bill noticed that Peter had a small dusting of freckles on the bridge of his nose which gave a slight pixie look to his young features, the boy was leaning back in the chair with his legs spread full length before him, the slender head still just showing below the edge of his tee shirt. I was difficult for Bill too keep his eyes of the slender boy and his attributes. "Here you go Peter, try this on for size, should warm you up a bit, I've got some toast on as well, you must be hungry after all the excitment?" "Thanks Bill, are you sure it's not too much trouble?" "None at all, besides, it's all underway now and won't be long." Bill went and turned on the Tv for them to watch, he liked to keep abreast of the latest news and it gave him a chance to sureptitiously glance across at the boy in the other chair. A soft ring from the kitchen told him his toasties were ready and he left the sight of Peter stretched out conmfortably to go and fetch them. On his return, he handed Peter one of the toasties and sat with his own to munch as the news went on. The usual spate of wet weather road accidents had closed the motorway and it would be that way for another three hours. Looking over at the boy, Bill noticed that the toastie had already disappeared and Peter was licking his fingers almost seductively, an instant heat filled his groin as he watched the actions of the boy. As the dryer dinged with the end of it's cycle, Bill looked over again at Peter. "Well your clothes are dry but it looks by the news, as though it could be a while before the motorway will be clear, you still look hungry, do you want too go out and have some dinner with me while we wait for the roads to clear?" "That'd be neat Bill, but, ahm, I don't have enough money for dinner." "Don't worry about it, my treat ok? you pick the place and I'll get your clothes for you too change into." "Ahm, Bill?" "Yes Peter?" A look of embarrassment came over the boys face as he looked down at the floor. "Is there anywhere we can go dressed like this, I don't want to put on that uniform to go out too eat." "Well yes, there's Wilco's, the food's not great but, there's plenty of it and you can dress however you like, I'll go and look for a jacket for you, it's still cold out, even if the car does have a heater, we'll still have to walk through the rain to get inside the restaurant." A smile flittered over Peters face and Bill wasn't sure, but the boy seemed to give a small wriggle of his butt as he sat there, spandex did that too you, the silken feeling was hard to give up once you got the bug for it. Bill pulled out two bomber jackets for them both then made his way back to the lounge where the boy waited for him. "Here you go Peter, try that on, might be a touch big but no one will notice." Peter slipped on the jacket and zipped up the front, it looked good on him although the tail of the tee shirt spoilt the view a little. "That looks good Peter, you ready? let's go and eat." As they passed the hall mirror, Peter stopped to look at himself, then, with a blushing smile, he looked at the way Bill was dressed, and with a certain shyness, lifted the jacket until he could tuck the tail of the shirt into the top of the shorts, for the third time that day, Bills jaw dropped as the full glory of the boys assests were revealed under the tight spandex, and very nice they were too. Bill would be able to have many good and fulfilling dreams on that one glimpse of boyhood. The restaurant manager was at the door as they entered, looking at Peter, he turned to Bill. "Hello Mr. Statten, I didn;t know you had a son, this's not the sort of weather for running, I've got a warm table at the back for you if you want it?" "Thanks, John, yes that'd be good and, this is not my son, just a good friend of the family, got caught in the rain and we can't get onto the motorway for a while so I thought we could grab a bite while we waited." "Ahh, I see, well come this way and I'll show you to the table." Once they were seated the manager asked Bill if he would have his usual carafe of wine and when Bill asked Peter what he would like to drink, he said. "Wine would be ok Bill, Dad lets me have a glass with dinner." "Ok, John, that'd be fine with two glasses." The Manager left them too look over the menu's while he got the wine for them. When he returned with the wine he asked if they were ready to order, Bill told him he would have his usual pepper steak and Peter ordered a hamburger. "That's not enough for you Peter, here let me order for you ok?" "I don't want to be a pain for you Bill." "Don't worry Peter, you're not a pain, in fact it's great to have company for a meal. John, could Peter have two deluxe burgers with all the trimmings and two side salads with an extra plate of scallop potatoes?" "Certainly Mr. Statten, half an hour ok? we're a little busy with this weather like it is." "Half an hour is perfect John." The manager left them and Bill turned to his young guest who was watching him from underneath lowered brows. "Something wrong Peter? did I order the wrong thing for you?" "No, no, it sounds great, I just feel as though I'm being a pain in the ass for you." Bills temptation to make a joke at that stage about having such a delightful pain in his ass, was subdued by his better judgement so he told Peter that he was grateful for his company as he didn't have a lot of friends and Peter had made his day well worthwhile. The resulting blush more than paid for the boys dinner and Bill smiled at him with an intimate friendliness that seemed to make the boy more and more comfortable with the current arrangement. After they had drunk half of the first glass of wine, Bill looked over at Peter and noticed a worried look on his face. "Are you Ok. Peter?" "Yes Bill, why?" "You look worried about something, that's all." Peters head lifted and with a straight forward look in his deep green eyes he began to speak. "Can I tell you something Bill?" "Sure, anything you like Peter." "I..Well..I wish you were my Dad." "Well thank you Peter, but I'm sure your Dad loves you a lot and would do anything for you." All of a sudden a violent streak came into the boys tone. "No he doesn't, he blames me for my Mothers death, always has, he's never home, do you know, I never see him for more than two or three days at a time, and then, it's only as he leaves for work or some other meeting. He barely talks to me and as for going on holliday together, we never have. I've never been to his office or to any of the places he goes to for his vacation. I'm just something he has to put up with because the law says so. When I go home tonight there will be the dinner in the fridge to be heated in the microwave that the house keeper leaves before I get home. Bill, do you know, I have never had a friend stay over, nore a birthday party at home or any party for that matter. He just gives me the house to stay in and that's that. Out of sight, out of mind for him. I've got school friends but none of them are really close, just guys I know during school, they never invite me to their place or to their games because of who my Dad is. I'm sick of it Bill, I'm nearly sixteen and I'm alone, girls tell me they can't see me because their Dads might lose their jobs if my Dad finds out, boys are the same. It's all shit Bill, do you know that you're the first guy that's been nice to me in over five years." The intensity of the boys words almost floored Bill as he sat stunned by the outpouring of this delectable teen boy in front of him. "Peter, I don't know what to say, are you sure your dad is like that?" In a sudden fit of temper, Peter rose from his chair and almost screamed out. "NO, ARE YOU JUST LIKE THE OTHERS, THEY DON'T BELIEVE ME EITHER." As the boy turned to run from the table, Bill saw desperation in his face and knew he had to take charge immediately. "PETER, sit down now." The boy glared at Bill then with a look of resignation, collapsed into his chair. "That's better Peter, Now young man, take a deep breath and tell me all about it, take your time and I'll listen without interuption, you need someone to hear you, that's obvious, I'm here and I'll listen." For the next hour, Bill listened without interuption as the boy poured out his heart, the first carafe emptied and their food stood cold on the table as the boy talked of his loneliness and rejection by his only parent and the lack of friends, instantly Bill understood that loneliness. The empathy between the two grew as the boys story unfolded. No one too come home too, no one to tell his triumphs too or to patch his wounded ego when things went wrong. it became evident to Bill that this boy was on the verge of committing the ultimate sin for a teen boy, suicide. Ignoring the others diners in the restaurant, Bill left his seat and went around to the boys side of the table and, with no hesitation, wrapped an arm over the boys shoulder as the heart felt sobs reverberated from him. The Manager had quietly pulled a screen around the table and refilled the carafe after taking away the now cold meal, his understanding had been welcomed by Bill as the boy shed his pent up tears into the first shoulder that would listen to him. An unbreakable bond grew from those tears as Bill held the boys close and soothed his battered ego. Twenty minutes passed before the wracking sobs subsided and the boy began to settle down, Bill clung to him as his anchor as the boys slender body shook less and less as the outpouring of his fears abated under the warm and gentle hands of the first person to really listen to his life of nothingness. A few minutes more and Peter was looking up at Bill with a youths guilt written all over his face. "I..I." "Don't say anything Peter, I truly understand now, do you still want to eat or do you want to go home?" "Can we eat then go home?" "Anything you want Peter." "Then we eat and drink, then back to your home." "My home?" "Yes, your home, there's nothing at mine, but there is at yours." "What's at my place that's not at yours, Peter?" "You." "Sorry?" "You're at your place, I'm going to sleep with you, tonight and tomorrow night and for as many nights as you will have me." "Peter, do you realise what you're saying?" "Come on Bill, I'm nearly sixteen, I know, I know, sixteen is the legal age of consent but, if you don't tell them then I'm sure not. I reached puberty at just over twelve years of age, early starter I guess, You're the first person that wanted to listen to me, I want you to be the first and only person to teach me about the good stuff after puberty." "You realise that I'm a man, Peter?" "Yes, a gay man, that's what I want, Bill, I'm not into girls, never have been, I want a mature man to teach me, to hold me, to make things better when I have a bad day, kids and girls can't do that, you can, that's it. I dont want and am not looking for a Father figure, shit Bill, my Father is not much of a figure in my mind, I want a real man to hold me and make me feel safe and let me do all the good stuff gay guys do together. For a long time I've watched you looking at the guys when they left school from your balcony, you don't know how many times I wanted to come up there and be with you. Does this sound soppy to you Bill?" "No Peter, it sounds as though you have given this a lot of thought and are truly aware of yourself, if that's what you want, then I would be honoured to have you as my partner, for better or worse." "Thanks Bill, now, can we eat, I'm starved and I need to build up my strength just in case." Bill smiled then got up and removed the screen, once that was done he signalled John to bring their meal. John came over and in a soft voice told Bill that the chef was cooking a fresh meal for them both and with a huge smile looked over at Peter then said to him. "Mr. Peter, I hope you enjoy your meal with us and if I may say so, I will always have the utmost admiration for you, you are welcome in this restaurant any time." Peters blush was almost as bright as the local lighting until he looked up at the smiling and understanding face of his friend, and now hopefully more, Bill. When the meal arrived, Bill noticed that the usual average steak had been replaced with a large cut of tenderloin, the pepper sauce was thick and rich with fresh cream, Peters two deluxe burgers were served one to a plate instead of the normal two on one plate, they were huge and a lot of extra effort had gone into there production. Peters eyes opened until they looked like saucers, the huge meal before him was gigantic, he looked up at Bill and a smile as wide as the door came over his face. "These are special, aren't they Bill?" "Yes, special burgers for a special young man, John must like you." "He's nice, the way he knew to put that screen up and it made me feel more private, it was nice of him." They began to eat and as the carafe lowered a little something struck Bill as a thunderstorm. "Peter?" "Yes?" "Your dad, is he, David Rice?" "Yes, do you know him?" "Not directly but I know of him." "Why?" "You'll find in life Peter, that the most vital and important thing to have at your disposal is, infomation. If in the likely event that your Dad finds out about us, it's a good idea to have a little info on him as well, you need help and I want to give it to you, if your Dad decides to interfere then we can be in for quite a battle if I'm not prepared, that's all." Peter answered around a mouthful of burger. "Oh, ok." When the meal was finished, Peter looked across at Bill with a self satisfied look on his young face. In a soto stage voice he asked Bill. "Bill, would you be upset if I wanted to do it too you?" Bill smiled at the frankeness of the new young man in his life. "Peter, I would want nothing else." The emerging smile radiated around the boys face. "Maybe one day you could try to do it to me as well, but not yet, I think it would hurt too much." "It's fine by me Peter, we will do it your way until you think you want to try something else, ok?" "Oh great, I've been so hard all night since I changed my clothes, I can't get it to go down. Put your leg on my chair and feel it." "While the temptation is great Peter, I don't think it's a good idea in here, can you wait till we get home?" "Only if we can go now." The seductive grin on the boys face said it all and Bills groin jumped to attention as he signalled John to bring the bill for them. It was with a shock when he saw John shake his head. Bill left Peter at the table and went over too John. "What's the matter John, we just want to pay the bill and get off home." "Nothings the matter Mr. Statten, there's no charge for tonights dinner." "Why ever not John?" "What you did for young Mr. Peter tonight, I should have done for my Tony, but I was too busy to listen to him and we lost him in a very bad way. Seeing you there tonight made me realise what I had done to the boy and now his Mother rightly blames his passing on me. I'm only glad that there are still people like you around to help when the rest of us are blind." Bill looked into the mans eyes and knew that there was nothing he could say, instead he took the mans hand and, with a gentle shake, gave him a nod of understanding. As he approached the table where Peter still sat, the boy stood up slowly and showed Bill what had been hidden all this time under the table, the tight fit of the spandex left nothing to the immagination as the boy slowly smiled and began to pull out the tee shirt to cover his most obvious charms and what was the promise of a close knit night for the two of them. "Peter?" "Yes Bill?" "Are you teasing me with your charms?" "Yes Bill." "Are you going to make good on them?" "Oh most definately Bill, I'm sure they will be what you have dreamt of all those days you sat and watched us boys go by." "Teaser." "Bill?" "Yes Peter?" "Tonight, will you give me a special love name, just for you and me?" "If that's what you want, then that's what you'll get, Poppet." "Poppet?" "Yes, Poppet it in and leave it there." "I like Poppet, and I'll sure try to live up to it, Bill?" "Yes Poppet?" "Will you really look after me?" "As long as you want me too, Peter." "Oh damn Bill." "What's the matter Peter?" "Already I'm only a Peter and I thought I was a Poppet." "Never Poppet, you'll always be my own personal Poppet as long as you want to be." "Always?" "Always and forever Poppet." "Thank you Bill, tonight I'm going to bang you until you can't walk." "Sounds good to me Poppet." "You know I've never done any of this, don't you?" "I gathered that Poppet, but it's easy, just follow your instincts and you won't go wrong, remember,enjoy everything about it and you won't be disappointed, Poppet." "Bill?" "Yes Poppet?" "I like Poppet, thanks." "I like Poppet too, specially when it's you." When they got into the car, Peter turned to Bill and asked. "Bill, can I lay down with my head on your lap?" "Of course you can Poppet, I'd be honoured." A quick thought flashed through Bills mind as the small head lay on his lap, 'whoever said bench seats were out of fashion' as he stroked the soft silken locks of the boy that was going to be his partner. It was the first time that Bill had made a move of any kind other than that of comfort to the boy, the feeling felt so right that he knew he would fight for this Poppet of his, with everything at his command. "Bill?" The small voice was filled with a tenderness that Bill though he would never hear. "Yes Poppet?" "I feel so safe now, will you always be here for me?" "Always Poppet, whenever you need me, now or later, I'll be here for you." A snuggling movement could be felt on his lap and then, Bill almost drove off the road as a small set of teeth nipped at his inflamed organ as it sat rigidly under the spandex. The little tiger was experimenting with his teeth before the main event. The sudden swerve of the car brought forth a small chuckle from the face buried in Bills lap. "Hey Poppet, that was too close for comfort." His only answer was another small nip and a further chuckle. The driving pain in Bills loins was becoming excruciating as the boy found his new freedom to express himself and gurgled with delight when Bill jumped at the unexpected. Bills only thoughts were, 'please god, no red lights' as the Poppet of his dreams continued his experimental jaunt with Bills loins. Finally, Bill made it home and parked the car, with a feigned calousness he grabbed his Poppet off the seat and curled him up in his arms to carry into the house. Peters head instantly went onto his shoulder and snuggled in close as though he would lose Bill if he didn't hold on tight. The short climb to his first floor townhouse did not seem as long as it used to be as Bill carried his bundle of joyful young muscle in his arms. As soon as the front door was closed, Peter lifted his head from Bills shoulder and, with an impish grin, lifted his face close to that of Bill. The obvious askance was plain in his glowing face as Bill heard the boys breath quicken. "Show me how too kiss, Bill." Bill smiled at the boys eagerness as he held him in his arms and, with a tenderness that surprised even himself, Bill lowered his mouth onto that of the boys. That first touch of lip to lip sent shock waves through both of them, Bill clutched Peter closer as the boy tried to lift his head and lips in an attempt to be devoured by the mature searching mouth surrounding his own. In the heat of their mutual passion, Peter had twisted himself around in Bills strong arms until he was now full length body too body with the older man, the crushing of the boys hips against Bill told him all he needed to know about Peters desperation. The boy was giving the spandex a maximum workout as he ground his narrow hips harder into Bills body. With his tongue fully inside Peters mouth, Bill could taste the aftermath of the mint gum the boy had chewed after dinner, the room about him had receeded into nothingness as he searched every crevice of the boys sweet and tender mouth. Fanally, after an eon of time, Peter gaspingly lifted his mouth from that of Bill and said in a small childlike whisper. "Bedroom, please." How could Bill refuse the pleading look on his boys face, with no more thought Bill carried his valuable live cargo towards his bedroom. Peter snuggled his head onto Bills shoulder again and his heavy breathing, as well as the hardness pressed against Bills body, told the older man that the boy was ready to fulfill his new found needs. Bill lowered Peter the few inches to the floor as they stood beside the large bed, Peters face was flushed with excitment and desire, the tension causing his lithe frame to tremble with anticipation as Bill took a step back and looked at him. The small number of freckles on the bridge of Peters nose appeared to stand out more on his flushed face giving him more of a pixie look than it had earlier. His green eyes now sparkled like deep emeralds as they projected his inner desires to Bill. Placing his slightly trembling hands on each of Peters hips, Bill began to slowly lift the oversized tee shirt from the boys slender torso, Peter trembled anew with each inch that the shirt rose, his torso, as it was revealed so slowly, now had Bills breath coming in short pants as the delight of Peter was uncovered. The tight black shorts were now pushed outward at Peters groin as his boyhood tried to escape the confines of the fabric. Peter gave out with a soft sigh as the tee shirt was finally lifted from his body revealing to Bill the true beauty of his young vibrant frame. The shoulders were well formed and had the smoothness of youth, his upper chest was in the middle stages of forming and the dark brown aerioles were more pronounced than Bill would have thought on a boy Peters age, his dark nipples were even now, large and bloated projecting out as though filled with the milk of life and waiting for someone to place their lips over them and drink the nectar from the boys willing fonts. Bill let his hands run slowly over the hot and trembling body of Peter as he inspected the perfection of his dreams before him. As he carressed the tight nipples, Peters legs shook with emotion and nearly colapsed as the sensation ran through his body, his eyes closed and his head hung backwards as Bill tenderly massaged the brown nubs, then, with a light smoothness he continued his searching quest of Peters naked torso with his hands. The well formed, but not yet fully developed abs, rippled as his finger tips ran over them and the strong smoothness of the boys hips shuddered as Bill let his fingers mould to their shape, the feeling of the spandex waistband was silken under the palms of his hands. Bill pulled Peter closer as he held the boy by the hips, Peter again, lifted his mouth for another kiss, his small pink tongue moistening his red lips as he reached upwards. Bill felt the softness of Peters fingers searching for the bottom of his own tee shirt, and, as he placed his mouth over that of the boys, he felt Peter begin to remove his tee shirt in the same slow manner as he had done. The underlying strength of Peters fingers as they worked, could be felt by Bill as they lifted the shirt higher until, with a feeling of loss, he had to remove his lips from those of Peter and allow the boy too complete the act of removal. Peter took a single step back and looked at the torso of the man before him and, with a smile on his lips, revealed Bills other small fetish. "You've got no hair anywhere, why?" Bill almost laughed at the perplexed look on the face before him. "I like the feel of it, besides, hair is so overated by most men." Peter ran his hands all over Bills torso and arms, the slinky smoothness brought a smile of delight too his face. "What about..well, down there?" "Nothing." "Really, and it feels good?" "To me it does." "Will you do it to me in the morning?" "If you really want me too, I would love to do it for you." "You've got a great body, it's not soft and flabby like a lot of older guys get." "Yes, I'm lucky to have a metabolism that keeps me reasonably slim without having to work too hard on it." The short conversation had done nothing too detract from the moment at hand, in fact, it had now created a deeper need for Peter to be naked and rubbing himself against the smoothness of the man he had decided was going too be his. Stepping forward, Peter leant against Bill and ground himself into the mans groin. "Can we now..?" Smiling, Bill hooked his thumbs under the waist band of the tight shorts and again slowly pulled them downwards, reavealing inch by inch the boys hidden, although plain too see through the stretch fabric, assets. The beginnings of a glory trail started to make its appearance in the form of a light dusting of blondish threads, darkening into a light brown pubic bush as the waistband lowered further. Peters hardness was still trapped firmly down the tight right leg of the shorts and so was revealed to Bills eyes, from the thick base to the full length as the fabric slid down the firm thighs of Peters well formed legs. When Bill had the shorts close to the revelation of Peters boyhood, he stopped and knelt on the floor in front of the boy, the nicely thick shaft bent almost painfully downward with only the glans now covered. Two shaking hands clasped his shoulders as he ran his moist tongue down the length of the revealed boyhood, eliciting a low groan from Peter as he shook with anticipation at the next step in his process of education. The smell was pure adolescent as Bill repeated the gesture while Peter shook with the new sensation. The shaft was hard and steel like as Bills tongue did its work, the viens stood out strong and full as the boys blood pulsed through it and the primal smell of boy heat filled the room with its heady, seductive aroma. Peter was now in the throws of sexual bliss as the talented tongue worked on his tender skin, his body shook with unimaginable feelings as Bill finally lowered the shorts to allow the pulsing boyhood to spring free with an energy that made it slap sharply up against the boys abdomen, the glans were red and swollen with a coating of boy moisture freely running from the open slit. Bill leant forward and licked the small drops of nectar from the boys pulsing glans, bringing further groans of pleasure and pain that is the forerunner of sexual delight. Peter could stand the anticipation no long and began to fold towards the floor, only the quick reactions of Bill as he scooped up the shaking boy, saved Peter from collapsing on the floor in a jumbled mess of sensation and pleasure. Bill carried Peter to the bed and lay him down on his back, then, stood over the boy and looked at the perfection of teen boyhood with a racing heart, it was not only the body below him that had Bills pulse racing, it was something deeper and more meaningful that seduced him as he tore at his own shorts and lay down beside the glorious boy on the bed. With a frantic desire, Peter turned on his side and rammed his body hard against that of Bills, trying with all his youthful might too climb inside the man now laying beside him. The heat emanting from them both, filled the room as they both began to moan out their delight in each other, Bills from at last finding a boy who was happy to be with him, Peter from the sheer exuberance of his need and the delight in finding a man to hold him and listen too his needs. Bill revelled in the feeling of the silken pubic hair of Peter as it was ground into his own smooth hairless groin, the boys hardness had gone past demand and now had a mind of its own, thrusting and searching for a haven to bury itself in, Bill was only too glad to provide the boyhood with the place of its desire. Pulling Peter on top of his own heated body, Bill spread his legs for the boy to work his way down between them, Peters shaft now poking in an urgent and searching need as it slipped into the valley below Bills full and aching testes. Looking up at the boy now above him, Bill could see his young friends eyes were blank and glazed as he endevoured to find a warm home for his enraged boyhood until, with a wide open stare of surprise and shock, he found his entrance and forcefully pushed inside the willing orofice that gripped him with its own demand, surrounding Peter with a heat he had not known existed in the human body. That one hard forceful thrust was all it took for the overworked libido of the boy and, with a cry of ultimate pleasure and pain, began to send pulsing contractions through the walls of Bills inner sanctum, the feeling of the boys quick emissions also sent a warm wetness over the smooth hairlessness of Bills abdomen. As the gasping boy began to fall forward onto Bills torso, Bill quickly reached out with both arms and clasped the small shaking butt cheeks between his legs and pulled them closer to stop the boy from pulling out of him. Peters shaft was still hard and tight but the sudden explosion had made it now more pliable and Peter would soon recover enough to continue with his mission of self satisfaction. As Peters breathing calmed a little, he lifted his sweating, flushed face to look down at Bills smiling understanding. "I'm..I'm sorry Bill, I couldn't stop it, I wanted it too be so much better than that. it was all so quick." "Don't you go worrying about it Poppet, the first time is always like that, you've still got plenty left inside you to do a nice long job soon." As he finished speaking, Bill clamped tightly with his inner muscles and sent a shiver of delight through the boy who responded with a sudden pelvic push that told them both that the next time was not far away from starting. Peter sighed and lay his still sweating face onto the smooth chest below him as he began the slow movements with his burried shaft that would bring about the next, and he hoped, longer version of desire. As Peter began his slow manipulations, Bill reached behind his head and removed one of the pillows and, with infinte care, placed it under his own hips to give Peter a better angle on his slow deliberate thrusts of growing pleasure. Peter sighed out his pleasure at the new angle and was now starting to experiment with his own angle and depth as he tried to keep his forward movements to a deliberate and tantilising slow speed. The smooth thrusting of the boy inside him began to bring small groans of pleasure to Bill as Peters inexperienced but careful thrust, unknowingly began to hit his prostate with the repeated exactness usually only found in someone with a lot more experience than Peter. The feeling it brought Bill was beyond his wildest expectations. A sharp gleem in Peters eyes told Bill that this was not going to end quickly, nore, was it going to be the only time tonight that Peter would be making the same movements for them both. At last it had happened, Bill had found, or more likely, Peter had found, the combination of youth and older experience that would make them both happy for a long time to come. The end: